“I think maybe you should get a spanking.”
Jack was silent for a moment. “If that’ll make you feel better…Mistress.”
Meredith had never been involved in BDSM, but she figured she knew enough from books and movies to wing it and turn in a believable performance. Rather than give Jack a series of gentle, playful slaps, she whacked his ass good, letting him really have it as she repeated that he was a bad boy. She was amazed at how great it made her feel…smack! …how liberated…smack!…how vindicated…smack!…how—
“Ow! Jesus Christ, Meredith, that really hurts!”
“It’s Mistress,” she countered sternly, issuing another slap before taking a deep breath to control herself. This dominatrix act was becoming way too enjoyable.
“Uh, Mistress,” Jack said, turning on his side to see her better. “Don’t you think you’re being a little too rough? You’re not supposed to actually inflict pain, they’re just supposed to be light, playful slaps.” He rubbed his bright red ass and winced. “I think you left welts!”
“Hmmm…maybe you’re right.” Meredith tapped her finger against her jaw. “Perhaps I should have paid more attention to the spanking chapter in my sex manual.” She gave an elegant shrug, walked to the other side of the bed and propped her high-heeled foot on the bedspread, giving Jack a bird’s-eye view of her crotch. “Well, all right, Jack. I’ll tone it down for you, although I must say that I’m disappointed in your lack of stamina and playfulness. I was so hoping this evening wouldn’t be boring.” She gave an affected yawn.
“I’m all for sex games, Mer—I mean, Mistress. But maybe we can try something a bit less,” he paused to rub his stinging ass again, “sadistic.”
“Okay,” Meredith said, glancing around the bedroom. Her gaze alighted on the ornate gold-leafed desk against one wall. “Here’s what we’ll do instead of administering the rest of the spanking that you deserve.” With that she walked over to the desk and picked up one of the three expensive golden pens emblazoned with the hotel’s logo. The first was a ballpoint pen. She scribbled on a sheet of hotel stationery, wet her fingertip and brushed it across the ink. As it smeared she hiked her lip into a sneer. Discarding the pen, she selected another one, which was a gel-tip. After scribbling she wet her finger again and wiped. The indelible ink scribble remained intact and Meredith grinned. “Turn back on your stomach, Jack.”
“What are you—” Jack halted in mid-sentence when he saw Meredith’s warning glare and heaved a sigh. “Yes, Mistress.” He rolled back on his stomach.
Meredith straddled his legs and wrote something in big letters across his crimson-tinged buttocks, straining not to giggle as she appraised her finished work. “There. That’s better,” she said.”
“What does it say, Mistress?”
“Dr. Jack is a very, very bad boy,” Meredith read from her artistry. Jack groaned. “Oh don’t worry, it will come right off in the shower,” she lied. The evening had become more fun and enjoyable than she had anticipated. This was the first time she’d ever been the one in control in her relationship with Jack. The heady sensation of power almost made her giddy. She couldn’t wait to see Karyn so she could tell her all about how she’d achieved closure with her ex-husband.
“You have my permission to turn on your back now, Jack.” He did as she asked. “Would you like to see me take off my stockings and garter belt?”
Jack nodded eagerly. “Oh, yes, Mistress.”
Meredith made a slow, seductive show of placing one high-heeled foot on the bed right in front of Jack’s face, smoothing her leg from her ankle to thigh. Her fingers inched toward the front garter and she unhooked it. And then she stopped.
“Oh dear. I just realized that I have my panties on over my garter belt. Would you like to see me remove my panties so you can see my furry little pussy?” Her voice was a husky whisper.
“Oh Jesus.” Jack gulped hard. “Yes. Yes, Mistress. I want to see that very much. I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”
Cupping his scrotum with her cool hands, Meredith smiled. She resisted the terribly naughty urge to flick him there with her fingernail. “You’ll have to be a good, obedient boy and wait until your Mistress tells you that it’s time to ejaculate.” A strangled groan traveled up through Jack’s chest and Meredith struggled to keep from laughing. She hooked the garter back on to her stocking and slipped her hands inside the elastic at the top of her panties, easing them down slightly. And then she stopped. “No…on second thought I think I might want to start with something else.” She slowly dragged her hands back out again.
“Your bra, Mistress?”
“No, not that.” She removed her foot from the bed. “I’ll be right back.” She strolled into the living room and returned with her long beaded envelope purse. Unclasping the latch, she peeked inside and withdrew a pair of red panties. “These are the cute little crotchless panties you gave me for Christmas three years ago.” She spread the panties over her outstretched fingers to display the frilly slit. “Just before you left me for Becky. Remember?” Jack gave a slow, cautious nod. Meredith twirled them on her finger before dropping them onto Jack’s abdomen. “Put them on,” she instructed.
“What?!” Jack bolted upright to a sitting position. “You want me to wear your panties?” he said incredulously. Meredith nodded. “Aw come on, Meredith. I’m not into wearing women’s clothes. If this is something you got out of that sex manual of yours it’s way off.”
“How many times must I remind you that it’s Mistress?” Meredith tsked.
This time Jack scowled. “You know, Meredith, you’re getting far too carried away with all this dominatrix crap. I’m getting real tired of this game. I think it’s time for you to stop your teasing and playing control freak and just get into bed so we can fuck.”
“I can see what you’re saying and I appreciate that,” Meredith offered, spouting directly from her recent course in assertiveness training. “However, and I say this with all due respect, Jack, if you want to satisfy little Jackie,” she gave in to the unappeasable urge to gently flick his dick, “then you’ll continue to play my game. In return I can guarantee you that what I do to you tonight will be forever etched in your memory.” She folded her arms across her chest and tapped the toe of her shoe against the marble floor. “Well?”
With incalculable grousing, grumbling and groaning Jack put on the stretchy panties and it was all Meredith could do not to laugh hysterically at the ridiculous sight. Here was the staid, conservative, internationally renowned Dr. Jack, dressed in nothing but his dopey tie and her crotchless panties—with his mighty cock prettily framed and poking out of the frilly slit. “That’s a good boy.” She stroked his cock and kissed the tip. “You’ve made Mistress very happy.”
A stream of air escaped Jack’s mouth as Meredith’s lips touched the head of his cock, causing it to twitch in response. “Honestly, Mistress. I’m about ready to explode. At least let me touch you…please.” He reached out his hand tentatively and Meredith slapped it.
“Soon, Jack,” she said, backing away from the bed. “Very soon.” She picked up her purse again and drew out two pairs of sheer stockings, which she placed at the foot of the bed. “As you can see, I came fully prepared for our fun-filled little game tonight.” Jack just gave her a puzzled look as she held one of the stockings in front of her, stretching it. “Yes, this will work just fine,” she added with a satisfied smile.
With a gleam in her eye, Meredith looked at her bewildered former husband. “Okay, Jack. I want you spread eagle across the bed so I can tie you up and we can have some real fun.”
“Couldn’t we reverse roles for awhile?” Jack’s voice was soft and seductive. “I’d love to have you spread out before me, nice and secure…and then lick you into an orgasmic frenzy.” His tongue slid across his lips.
First came an involuntary whimper…followed by a trickle down her thighs. Meredith couldn’t help it—he’d caught her off guard with the lusty scenario. The very idea of being bound
and…tortured as she squirmed beneath Jack’s skilled tongue had her tingling with desire. Clamping her thighs together, she took a few deep breaths to regain her composure. And then, chin elevated, she looked down her nose at Jack, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her lose control.
“So,” her voice was shaky and she paused to clear her throat, “shall Mistress take that as a refusal to cooperate?”
Jack rolled his eyes and tsked. “If I let you tie me up am I finally going to be able to fuck you…Mistress? I’m getting awfully anxious to shove my cock into that pretty little pussy of yours.” He hungrily eyed her crotch.
“Oh, don’t worry, Jack,” Meredith assured. “You’ll get fucked all right.” She beamed a smile. “Real good.”
His enthusiasm returning, Jack followed Meredith’s direction. She secured the stockings snuggly around his wrists and his ankles, tying the ends securely to the wrought iron bedposts. Then she stood back to admire her handiwork. Nodding, she smiled. “Oh yes. Just perfect,” she purred. “You know,” she said thoughtfully as she got on the bed and kneeled between his spread legs, “I think I’m getting hungry again.” Giving Jack a slow once-over, she licked her lips and moaned as she dipped her head and opened her mouth. Jack’s cock sprang to attention so fast she half expected to hear it go boing!
“It’s about time, Mistress,” he said huskily, his eyes heavy-lidded. “You can eat me anytime, honey. This is all for you, baby.” He focused on his eager cock, making it jerk.
Meredith stopped just short of wrapping her lips around Jack’s thick cock. “Hmm…I think it would be so much more fun if parts of you were covered in chocolate first. Don’t you, Jack?” Meredith hopped off the bed and slid her fingers up from one of his ankles, across his groin, up his chest and ending at his chin.
“Whatever floats your boat, Mer—Mistress.”
“Be right back,” Meredith said, scooting back into the main room of the suite. “Don’t go anywhere,” she called, giggling to herself. In a few moments she returned with the rolling dessert cart piled with the remaining desserts and the bottle of cognac.
“Now it’s time to frost the cake,” she said, doing her best to appear as if she were eyeing Jack hungrily. Actually, it wasn’t difficult to pretend. Even wearing her crotchless panties and his silly tie, Jack McKenna was still one delicious specimen of manhood. “And then it will be time to lick the platter clean,” she finished. Closing her eyes and moaning, Meredith licked her lips with an exaggerated flourish.
She valiantly resisted the urge to jump Jack’s bones. At forty-three he was still sexy as hell and she knew so well the orgasmic ecstasy they’d share if she rode him to completion. But he’d irretrievably buried himself earlier with his crass suggestions of an open relationship—open, at least, on his part.
“Christ!” Jack cried in a strangled voice. “I’m so fucking hot I’m ready to combust.” His cock twitched, giving credence to his statement. “Once I finally get my hands on you, Meredith, I’m going to fuck your brains out.” She watched him eye her full curves with longing, finally resting his gaze on her breasts. “Please…take off your bra for me…Mistress,” he said roughly.
“Only because you asked so nicely, my sweet,” Meredith cooed as she unclasped her bra and tossed it on the corner of the bed. It was to her advantage to keep his cock happy until she was finished. Jack’s eyes popped as her breasts sprang free and jiggled.
“Nobody has breasts like yours, Meredith.” Her nipples involuntarily crinkled and darkened in response. “Oh, the dreams I’ve had about those big beautiful tits of yours, baby. Come on, Mistress,” he coaxed, “rub them in my face.” He growled as she leaned over him, dangling an enticing nipple over his mouth, and then his face dropped as Meredith got up from the bed and headed for the dessert cart.
God, how she longed to have him take her nipples into his mouth, teasing them with his tongue and teeth until she writhed, gasping in pleasure…but she’d get too carried away and her payback mission would be as good as dead.
“All in good time, Jack,” Meredith said hoarsely. “First we need to get you all frosted so I can gobble you up.” She winked at him as she brought over a goblet of chocolate mousse and plate of the raspberry cheesecake. Using her fingers, she plopped dollops of the desserts on Jack’s chest, circling his nipples with the sweets while making sure to leave his vanity tie neat, clean and in place.
Methodically, she returned to the cart for the remaining confections, artfully arranging them all over Jack’s anatomy. Except for his cock. That remained unadorned. Every now and then she’d seductively lick a smidgen of dessert off Jack or slide her finger up and down his rigid shaft, just to keep him in a heightened state of arousal.
“You look like a sexy abstract painting, Jack,” Meredith observed positioning a chocolate meringue cookie atop each of his flat nipples. “But,” pausing, she frowned and tapped her chin. “Something’s missing.”
“And I know exactly what it is,” Jack offered with a lusty growl. “Your mouth on my cock.” He grinned broadly.
“Hmmm.” Meredith shook her head. “No, not that.” She returned to the rolling cart and grabbed the bottle of cognac. Opening it, she poured a stream of it over Jack’s red-lace-framed pecker.
“Hey!” he shouted, struggling against his bindings. “What the fuck are you doing, Meredith? It’s getting all over the bedspread. Oh, shit! Shit! It burns!”
“The discomfort is only temporary.” She smiled. “Aged cognac should make an excellent antiseptic agent. After all, you wouldn’t expect me to slide onto your busy little cock after it’s been God knows where, now would you, Jack?” She couldn’t hold her laughter back any longer.
“Meredith, what’s the matter with you? This is not funny!” Jack bellowed. “I’m telling you it really stings!”
“Hmm, the more bimbo germs the more stinging I guess.” She returned to the cart, carrying her untouched mixed-berry tart. She poured a little bit of cognac on it and stirred with her finger. And then she began to paint on the bedspread between Jack’s spread legs.
“Holy shit, Meredith!” Jack cried, straining to see what she was doing. “Are you fucking insane? You can’t do something like that here in a five-star hotel. What if they charge me for ruining the bedspread?”
“You can afford it. You’re rich now, remember?”
“What’ll the staff think when they see this mess?” he whined.
“They’ll think that Dr. Jack’s been a bad boy,” Meredith answered with a nonchalant shrug. “At least that’s what it says here on the bedspread, just like it does across your tight little ass.”
“For chrissakes, Meredith—”
“Mistress,” she patiently corrected.
“Enough with the Mistress crap, Meredith!” he boomed in anger. “When you said kinky, I figured you meant something hot and sexy, not something fucking nuts!” He struggled harder against the nylon stocking bindings but they only grew tighter. “And cut this shit off of me. We’re done playing your stupid little games.”
“Oh,” Meredith said innocently. “You mean you don’t want me to eat you anymore, Jack?” She knelt on the bed next to him, leaning over until the tips of her breasts brushed against some of the chocolate mousse on his belly. Then she sat up and scooped the chocolate from her breasts, licking her finger and moaning with pleasure. “Don’t you want me to suck the cognac off your cock now that it’s been purged of all those nasty bimbo microorganisms?” She ran her fingertips across his semi-erect shaft. Like a good boy it immediately sprang back to attention.
“Yes,” Jack said more softly, swallowing as he tried to compose himself. “That’s what I’ve wanted all along, Meredith. Come on, baby, it’s time we got down to business. It’s time you stopped all this silliness and give me a blowjob. I fucking deserve it after all you’ve put me through tonight.”
“After all I’ve put you through, huh?” She chuckled. “Honestly, Jack, your sense of humor is even quirkier than
mine. But yes, I suppose it’s time we got down to business as you suggested.” Meredith leaned over Jack’s cock, inching her mouth closer and closer, her tongue peeking out as it slicked across her lips. Then, peering at the wristwatch on Jack’s arm she shook her head and tsked. “Oh gee, Jack. I’m sorry but according to your watch you’re mistaken.” She fixed her gaze on his twisted expression and shrugged. “It’s not time after all. In fact, it’s three years too late.” She picked up her purse and pulled out a folded plastic bag, setting it on the bed.
“Meredith…Meredith, what is this? What kind of game are you playing?”
“The lowdown dirty kind, darling.” Humming the tune from Aretha Franklin’s song “Respect,” Meredith skipped into the suite’s living room, returning in a moment with her dress and stepping into it. She boldly sang out, substituting R-E-V-E-N-G-E for R-E-S-P-E-C-T as she zipped up the back. Then she glanced at Jack and smiled. “The name of the game is Payback, lover boy. Otherwise known as revenge, retribution, justice, etcetera. And I managed to invent it all by my little ol’ self—without your tutelage or self-help techniques. Aren’t you proud of me, dear?”
“Meredith!” Jack struggled harder against his bindings as his face turned a curious shade of tangerine. “Untie me this instant.”
She paused to look at Jack, shook her head and tsked. “I feel it’s only fair to tell you, love, that the harder you struggle the tighter those bindings will get.” Meredith continued humming and singing as she removed the ostentatious diamond engagement ring Jack had given her and slipped it over his pinky toe. “You know…I don’t think I’ll be needing this after all, Jack.” She patted his foot, gifting him with the same condescending smile he’d used on her earlier.
As she collected Jack’s clothes, she removed his wallet and keys from his pocket and placed them on the nightstand. Then she bunched everything else together and crammed it into the large plastic bag. “There. Nice and tidy.” She patted the bag with a bright smile as she surveyed the room.
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