Caught

by Stone, Piper

  I arched my back, one hand finding his knee, the other pressing against the smooth tile. “Oh, yes... I...” The pleasure was all consuming, electricity soaring.

  And then he stopped.

  The spanking resumed, his hand peppering each ass cheek, moving from side to side, using his upper arm strength to provide a painful moment of discipline.

  “Jagger... Please...”

  “Please what?” The question was simple and while he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down the spanking, he bent over, blowing a swath of hot air across my upper back.

  The intensity was killing me. “Please. Fuck me. Fuck me!”

  He switched to fucking me with his fingers, pumping in and out several times before running the tip of his fingers down the crack of my ass. “Where do you want me to fuck you?”

  “I can’t stand it any longer. Please.”

  His hand peppered my bottom again, slapping so hard my entire being was rattled, the pain becoming anguish, but not from the round of punishment.

  “Where?” he demanded, his voice booming. The fingers were slid into my pussy again. “Here?”

  “Yes. Yes, sir. Please.” The sound of my own voice was no longer recognizable.

  Taking his wet fingers, he wiggled them between my reddened ass cheeks, pushing the tips inside my asshole.

  I stiffened, another moan escaping. “Oh, God.” Blinking, I tensed as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle.

  “Or here?” he asked, his voice gravelly, full of lust.

  “Yes. There. Everywhere.”

  He pumped inside, taking his time yet his actions become more insistent.

  “Please. Please fuck me. Anywhere. I don’t care. Just fuck me.” The barrage of words left my mouth before I realized what I’d said. I no longer cared. I just needed his thick, long cock buried inside of me.

  Jagger spanked my ass several additional times before dumping me onto the bed, leaning over until he was able to press his lips against mine. “When I ask you a question, you will answer the first time. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, sir.” I moved into a crouched position, wanting to reach out, to make certain he stayed. He’d reduced me to a whimpering puddle of need, figuring out how to break down my walls. And he did, smashing them until I could only think about pleasing him.

  He kept his eyes narrowed, never leaving me as he undressed, the expression on his face one of possession.

  Utter domination.

  He owned me.

  The thought was riveting, exciting and as he crawled onto the bed, remaining in a sitting position, I allowed myself for the first time to admire his physique, the rugged sexiness that was all male. His shoulders were so broad, his chest more carved than any man I’d ever seen, rippling muscles leading to a thin waist. There was a dangerous aura about him. Sensual. Even his long eyelashes framed his piercing eyes and aristocratic nose. My nipples were hard, my pussy clenching from just the way his eyes turned wild. He yanked me onto my knees and he rose to his, dropping me back in a deep arc as he lowered his head, sucking then biting down on first one nipple then the other.

  I quivered as he swirled the tip of his tongue around my nipples, trying to maintain position even though I was shaking with need.

  He dragged his tongue between my breasts, moving up inch by inch, leaving me tingling with goosebumps covering every inch of my naked body. He slid one hand up my back, cupping my buttocks with the other.

  I yelped as he forced me to straddle him, issuing a long moan the second he pulled me down on top of him, impaling my pussy with his throbbing cock. He filled me so completely that my pussy muscles clamped around him. “Oh, God...”

  “Damn. Yes.” He panted as he held me in the same position, our foreheads together, his breathing ragged. His fingers brushed up and down my spine, rubbing aimlessly, as if losing track of time. “This is what you wanted?”

  “Mmm-hmmm,” I managed, placing the flats of my hands against his chest. The way my fingertip was sizzling from the light touch alone was powerful, the current shared between us coursing through my entire body.

  Jagger jutted his hips, rocketing them up, his thigh muscles straining. He had a wry smile on his face as he thrust in harder. Faster.

  I rocked with him, my fingers rubbing his chest, cupping his nipples. I wanted to learn every inch of his body, to explore his chiseled muscles. “Oh...”

  “Maybe this is more of what you crave.” He pushed me down onto my back, straddling and crawling up until his cock hovered over my mouth. “Open that sweet mouth of yours.”

  There was no hesitation this time. I parted my lips, darting my tongue to lick around his cockhead. The taste of him was sweet, filling my mouth, driving my hunger to yet another level.

  “That’s it. Suck me, princess. Suck my cock. I told you I was going to take every hole, fill you. Fuck you. And I intend on keeping my promise.”

  I slid my tongue back and forth across his sensitive slit, watching his face pinch and release, his muscles tensing. I was rewarded with a few drops of pre-cum dotting along my tongue and I sucked on the tip like a greedy child, begging for more. I ran my hands up along the insides of his thighs, cupping his balls with one and running my index finger along the underside of his shaft.

  “Yes. Mmm...” He closed his eyes, straining to remain over me.

  I rolled his testicles between my fingers, squeezing, adding just enough pressure. I knew he was in a state of nirvana by the waning smile on his face, the glisten of sweat beading along his upper lip. I opened my mouth wider, accepting another inch. Then another. All the while my tongue swirling, moving back and forth.

  He opened his mouth, a ragged breath escaping, his upper body trembling.

  This was my only control, the only method I had of taking what I wanted. What I craved. I accepted more of him as he jutted his hips forward, pushing his cock until the tip hit the roof of my mouth.

  His breathing full of a sensual husk, Jagger stiffened again before he began pumping into my mouth, taking back his control, fucking my hole as if there was no restraint left. There was nothing easy or gentle about his actions, merely a hard fuck, forcing me to suck, to take all of him.

  I gagged only once then calmed my breathing, accepting my place, the role he’d given me. I continued fondling his balls as he thrust inside my mouth, every move deliberate, orchestrated in a perfect rhythm. He moved in and out as his eyes bore a hole through me, as if peeling away my many layers, finding my darkest fantasy.

  I wanted him to spew inside, to have every drop of cum filling my mouth and throat, sliding down, feasting on the man. But I knew better. This was not the end. Only the beginning.

  He pumped harder and faster, the actions more aggressive, almost savage, his guttural sounds becoming a loud roar as his need intensified. His eyes were mere slits, his voice rattled as he reminded me to suck, to wrap my mouth around his thick shaft.

  I obeyed, submitting to him fully. Openly. I was his for the taking. I could feel his balls swelling, filling with cum. He was ready to explode.

  Pulling back and out of my mouth, he ran the tip of his finger around my pursed lips before crawling to the side, panting, his head lowered. “Or...” he whispered as he yanked me onto all fours, moving behind me, slapping his cock against my bruised ass. “Do you prefer me taking you in your dark hole?”

  “I...” Choking, I tried to catch my breath as he slipped his cock back inside my cunt, pumping several times as he slid one, two then three fingers inside my asshole.

  This time, the pain was exquisite, filling me with wicked thoughts and wild desires. “Fuck me. Use me.”

  I heard his deep chuckle seconds before he pressed the tip of his cock to my asshole. He gripped my hip with one hand, my long hair with the other. Pain tore through me as he shoved his cock inside, taking my final hole, making me understand that every part of me belonged to him. There was no question, no telling him no. I was his for the taking.

  Jagger thrust hard and f

ast and the sound of skin hitting skin was like music to my ears.

  “Oh...” I clenched my fists around the bedding, keeping my legs wide apart as he plunged in a brutal manner, yanking back my head as his fingers dug into my skin. This was as close to ecstasy as there could be.

  “Yes. Mine. Every inch.” His voice was almost unrecognizable as he thrust, the force shoving me forward.

  I heard his scattered breathing sounds change, altered into an animalistic state and knew he was close to coming. Squeezing my muscles, I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Yes. Fuck...” He threw back his head and roared, his entire body shaking as he spewed hot cum deep inside, filling my hole.

  Using me.

  Taking me.

  Sating me.

  * * *

  The restaurant wasn’t anything special on the outside, a simple one-story cement building, painted in various pastel shades, creating the illusion of grandeur. Nestled against the backdrop of the ocean, the number of cars in the parking lot filled the small space, vehicles lining the streets. Once inside, the entire location took on an old-world flavor, as if the setting had been painted from a nineteen forties movie, complete with a jazz singer dressed in a sultry red dress. Even the piano player had been lost in time, his white tuxedo crisp and perfect against his dark-skinned body.

  “This is amazing.” I wasn’t entirely certain Jagger had heard me given the volume of noise, and the hushed yet vibrant conversations being carried on by customers. The lighting in the room was dark, candles on every table, but I was able to see the colorful murals aligning the walls, hidden behind copious numbers of palm trees. Open windows on all sides allowed the palm fronds to sway in the breeze, adding to the atmosphere.

  “Yes. The only restaurant I ever come to when I’m here. Maceo introduced me to this place the day I met him over three years ago.” Jagger led me through the crowd, all of which seemed to turn in our direction as we passed.

  I’d selected an emerald green dress, the clingy material hugging every curve. Jagger was by far the most handsome man in the room and for a few minutes, as we were led to our table, I allowed myself to fall into the fantasy. As if any of this was real. Yes, the intimacy we’d shared had somehow brought us closer, but in a way I couldn’t understand. I no longer feared him in any manner, nor did I loathe him. But my feelings were mixed, adding to the confusion of the entire contract I’d agreed to.

  This was no fairy tale, no matter how I tried to spin the situation in my mind. The beautiful and expensive clothing were a reminder that what I was experiencing was a cover-up to the real world. The fact Jagger continued to carry his gun was another. He was worried about being found. By his father or someone else? Six days and I would be forced to figure out what to do with my father’s company.

  Jagger acted as if he was a complete gentleman, pulling out my chair, easing the cloth napkin into my lap. Of course, I knew better. I’d seen all the ugliness inside. Still, I was famished, ready for a tall drink and wanted nothing more than to enjoy the music. The table was positioned under another open window, allowing us a full view of the moonlight and the twinkling stars.

  “Master Bishop. You return.”

  The older man had a kind smile and even in the shadowed light, I could see genuine admiration in his expression as he shook Jagger’s hand.

  “Calen. It’s been too long.” Jagger smiled.

  “It has. I was beginning to wonder whether we’d see you again. And you brought with you a beautiful woman. I hope this means you are on your honeymoon. Yes?” Calen asked, bending at the waist to take my hand into his.

  As he brought my fingers to his mouth, kissing ever so gently, he was humming. I could feel the heat cresting along my jawline. I wanted to laugh.

  Jagger chuckled for both of us. “Nothing so extraordinary, unfortunately. However, Lola is accompanying me for the trip.”

  “Ah, with a beautiful name like Lola, I can see why you are so smitten, my friend.” Calen hesitated before allowing me the use of my hand. He shifted his gaze toward Jagger and I gathered he caught a glimpse of the holster attached to Jagger’s shoulder. The troubled look on his face was surprising. Maybe Jagger had never carried before while he was here. This time he had a reason.

  Did I have anything to do with that reason?

  “You have a gorgeous location.” I could tell there was more to their friendship and observed both men and their body language. They were more than just pseudo friends.

  “Thank you, sweet lady. This is my pride and joy. We’ve suffered through three hurricanes but remained standing. I am a lucky man, but I daresay, not as lucky as Jagger. Watch him. He’s quite...”

  “Dangerous?” I finished, trying to keep the lilt in my voice. The same look passed between the two men.

  “Dangerous is a very good word. I will leave you to your evening, but I’ll send over a bottle of your favorite wine,” Calen said as he backed away.

  “Thank you, Calen. I appreciate it.” Jagger finally sat down, leaning forward as he cocked his head. “I can tell you have questions.”

  “Who is he to you?”

  Jagger shook his head. “I didn’t bring you to St. Martin to delve into every aspect of my life. You won’t like what you find, I’m afraid.”

  “What if I wanted to know?”

  He seemed taken aback by my question. Frowning, he tapped his fingers on the table before answering. “Then I will tell you.”

  “Hmmm... I’ll keep that in mind.” I wanted to pepper him with questions but a huge part of me held back. If I knew details about his family or his business, the various gory details that no doubt funneled through his life, would that put me in any danger? Maybe, maybe not, but whatever spell seemed positioned over us would certainly be destroyed. I turned my head, watching the singer, allowing the music to soothe my nerves.

  “You’re afraid of me.”

  “No. I’m afraid of me.” I answered the question honestly, almost surprised that I had.

  “Why?”

  “Because this isn’t me. Because I have a perfectly normal life in North Carolina including a wonderful business that I worked very hard to put together. Working three jobs over the last eighteen months to try to scrape together enough money just to open the doors was exhausting but made me more determined. The very week I opened, you happened.”

  Jagger lifted a single eyebrow, nodding as the waiter brought the wine. “I certainly didn’t want your father to die. I hope you know that.”

  “What I know and what I believe doesn’t matter any longer. Does it?” I challenged.

  “You don’t understand as much as you believe, Lola. I liked your father very much. I just couldn’t help him realize what was necessary. He was a decent man and I wish I could have broken through his tough exterior. You’re very much like him.”

  I knew more and more that I was, the realization hitting hard. I kept my voice down, forcing myself to remain calm, smiling at the waiter after he poured the wine. “You could have reasoned with him.”

  “I did. I went to his office twice. I asked him to come to my office three times. He accepted once, staying ten minutes before leaving in a heat of rage. I did try. I even offered to give him a more acceptable term if he would work with me directly.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh and I could tell the basic admonishment infuriated him. “I’m sorry, Jagger. I don’t see you as the kind of man who makes deals with anyone, but if you did, I’m certain your father was thrilled.”

  His face clouded, filling with remorse as well as anger. He eased back in his chair but not before wrapping his hand around his wineglass, the tip of his finger drawing back and forth across the lip. “If my father knew that I’d made the offer, he would have unleashed my brother on me, or one of his other goons. Then again, it’s only a matter of time.”

  “What does that mean? Is that why you have your gun with you, because you believe that monsters will crawl out of the bushes and shadows?”

  “The monsters in my world don’t bother hiding. If anyone wants us dead, we will have a hell of a long shot at living.”

  I sucked in my breath, trying to push away the tears. “Dying wasn’t a part of the contract, Jagger. I don’t care about the goddamn money. You might not give a shit about your life, but I do. Then again, I have people who care about me. You obviously don’t. How very sad.” I heard the volume of my voice had increased, drawing at least some attention.

  Exhaling, the tone tinged with a slight growl, he crowded closer, keeping his voice under the radar. “I suggest you keep your voice down. There are people everywhere in every walk of life who know exactly who and what I am. There will always be threats, sunshine. Always. I carry at all times, no matter who is in my company or why. Is that clear enough for you?”

  “Crystal.” Why did I have the feeling what he was telling me was a partial lie?

  Jagger lifted his glass. “Don’t ask me any questions if you don’t want to hear the brutal truth.”

  “Your father doesn’t know you’re here. Does he?”

  “No one knows of this location, except for a few men on this island who’ve been vetted extensively.”

  A stunning realization swept into the back of my mind. I pressed my hand across my lips to keep from issuing another sound that would draw attention. “You want to get out of the business. You want nothing to do with your father’s company. Your father knows this. The contracts were another way of making that attempt. When my father refused to agree, you lost an advantage. When he died, you became a target. I’m right. Aren’t I?” I stared him down and the single glimmer in his eyes told me that I’d stumbled upon his prized secret.

  “You—” Jagger’s single word was laced with a nasty tone. He slammed his hand on the table when the waiter interrupted.

  “Would you care to order?” the waiter asked, jumping, his voice scattered.

  Exhaling, Jagger handed him both menus, obviously controlling his breathing. When he spoke, the statement was made through clenched teeth. “The lady will have lobster and I’ll have a steak. Rare. Blood rare. We’ll start with oysters, the freshest you have.”

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