Blaine, Destiny - Domination Plantation [Southern Plantation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (14 page)

Already aroused, he grabbed her calves. “Never been kissed,” he whispered before he pulled the clamps away from the silver case securing them. He unhooked the chain linked to the cardboard displaying the claw-like contraption. Towering over her, he asked, “Ever worn anything like these before?”

She nodded, and her eyes hazed over. She glanced at his cock and blushed.

Shit. He tossed aside the clamps and dipped his head, using his tongue to arouse her. He moved to the other nipple once the first one was pointed to perfection. Then, he kissed toward her stomach, his hard length pressing against her upper thigh.

“I…” She gasped, trying to catch her breath. “I want the clamps.”

He stopped his pursuit and inhaled her scent. Her pussy smelled like vanilla and honey, a virgin’s vagina, a sweet and creamy place he couldn’t wait to visit first.

Ah fuck, her body was like a designated tourist trap. He wanted to enjoy her, devour her in a way guaranteed to secure his place as the only visitor invited there, at least for now. Eventually, Brogan would take his place in her bed, too.

“Are you sure about the clamps, Jenna?” he asked, rubbing his cock against her leg. “I like them. You’ll love them.” He rubbed one of the claws over a hard nipple.

“That feels so good,” she hummed. “Yes, I’m sure, Jules.”

“Why don’t you put them on,” he suggested. “Do you know how?”

She shook her head.

“But you have worn them before, right?” he asked cautiously.

She lowered her gaze. “I’m fully trained to serve.”

And that’s when his erection hardened and a dot of his excitement slipped from his slit. His self-control went straight to hell.

* * * *

Jenna was ready. After Jules kissed her, she decided she wanted her first real kiss and first penetration all on the same day. It seemed like a good day for firsts, a good hour for life-changing events.

She’d stood by and quietly observed as the redheaded gal went down on Brogan like she knew what she was doing. She’d studied them with interest. She wanted to be sure, when the time was right, she performed well.

Brogan must have thought something was seriously wrong with her. He probably didn’t understand why she hadn’t walked away when she’d obviously intruded on a private moment.

She’d watched for a reason.

Jenna wanted to learn from someone who apparently loved sucking a man’s dick. Thanks to the blow job she witnessed, Jenna understood what it looked like when a man wanted a woman. She saw how a gal earned the right to be called out as a wanted woman, a woman aroused by one or perhaps even two men who earned and deserved her trust.

Jules deserved her respect. He’d earned it, particularly since he evidently didn’t fuck the broad or receive a blow job. She wondered why. Was he in love with her? Did he deeply care for her in the same manner in which she cared for him?

The way he kissed her made her long for another kiss. The way he touched her made her yearn for another caress and the way he made her ache for him, oh, God, she couldn’t think straight. All she could do was enjoy him.

He clamped her nipples and she bit down on her bottom lip. “I see stars,” she whispered, dizzy with lust.

“Not yet,” he said softly against her lips. “But you will, I promise.”

Her hand instinctively fell to her bare mound. Her fingers dipped between her folds.

“Oh no you don’t,” Jules said, swiping her hand away. “Not until I say so.”

His cock lengthened and twitched when she touched herself. He apparently liked a woman who didn’t care if she caressed her own flesh.

She wondered then. Did he question why her pussy was shaved and waxed? Would he ask? Would he want to know more about the Dom who trained and taught her to perform certain tasks on a daily basis?

Would he realize she’d been prepared for this very purpose? Did Jules understand that it was her duty to wait for this moment, the time when another man considered her as a possible submissive, one he could claim with pride and possibly even ownership?

“Will you trust me, Jenna?”

When Jules spoke, shivers ran up her spine. He interrupted her fantasies and daydreams.

Watching him deepened her desire. Her nipples were tender. Her pussy, wet. She needed something inside her, stroking her, crossing barriers, and tearing down all inhibitions. She wanted Jules to strip her of her virginity and any measure of purity she still had left.

Her heart skipped several beats. Her female excitement saturated her folds. She contemplated the coming minutes, craving every moment of the long-awaited foreplay, the delicious sexual act.

His hand propelled up and down her inner thigh. “Do you like my touch, Jenna?”

She nodded and sat up, watching his fingers as they trailed toward her mound. They clasped hands over her bare pussy before he led her hand, guided her fingers.

His eyes searched hers. She could come, God help her, just from his verbal commands, if he’d only ask, if he’d demand her eager compliance. If he made the request, she might explode before any penetration.

He bit her knee and then ran his tongue up and down her inner thigh. His licking was so intense, so completely bothersome.

Her warm, slick heat pooled at her entrance, coating her pussy lips. He looked on, watched her with marked appreciation. Grabbing her wrist, he positioned her hand.

Leaving her fingers at her folds and pushing her legs apart, he whispered, “Finger yourself for me, lover.”

She went straight to work. First one finger disappeared inside her wet walls. Then, she slowly added another. Her mouth fell open and her gaze met his as she twirled the twitching digits higher.

“That’s right, sugar. Make yourself wet. Tell me how that feels. Are you tight?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Good,” he said, taking his cock in hand. “Are your nipples sore?”

She arched her back and watched him pull at his length. Oh God, she’d come if he didn’t stop toying with her. She needed a deeper connection. She wanted to give herself to him completely. When would he stop messing around and just fuck her!

“Honey, tell me. Do the clamps make your nipples hot and tender?”

“Yes, Jules,” she replied, flicking her wrist and fucking herself with more speed.

“Good, baby,” he crooned, pinching one of her nipples and bumping the head of his cock against her leg. “I want you prepared for me, Jenna.”

He slapped her mound without warning.

“Jules!” she cried, her hips flying off the bed. “Oh God. Oh God.”

“Hmm,” he said, his eyes hooded from lust. “I do believe she likes that.” He slapped her mound again and again.

Another shot of arousal doused her pussy lips. She fucked herself harder.

“That’s right, add a finger,” he instructed. “One more.”

She plunged three fingers inside her walls. Lifting her hips and locking both knees at the same time, her arm was trapped between her legs and her hand hard at work.

“Beautiful,” he said appreciatively. “Explain to me what it feels like.”

He looked surprised when she said, “I’m wet, Jules, and tight. Really tight, and so hot. Hotter than I’ve ever been.”

“Another finger.”

She added one more, and her body clenched around her knuckles. “I’m going to come.”

He swiped her hand away immediately and moved between her legs. “You’ll come on my lips,” he rasped.

He dipped his head and lapped at her juices. “There we go. I want the first taste of priceless pudding. Give me some of that virgin’s wine, the kind of sweetness only one man can savor.”

“Jules!” she screamed, humping his face, unable to contain her building lust.

Pressing his palms to her knees, Jules lapped at her like he was the most experienced lover on the face of the earth. She felt certain he’d earn his title.

* * * *

He ate her pussy like he’d never enjoyed a woman before. His tongue stroked all the way inside her pussy, and he withdrew just in time to savor one more delectable swipe. He nipped at her folds and twirled his fingers higher inside her vagina, realizing the tight channel would later milk him dry.

Spying on her from under hooded eyes, he watched her grip the bed sheets until her knuckles turned white. He’d taken her right to the edge. She was ready. She’d come with the right penetration, the right motivation.

Jenna rose again, bucking like crazy, just as she’d done earlier when she’d fucked herself. “Jules, soon. I need to come soon.”

Licking his lips, he feasted on her sweet pussy for another second before dragging himself away from her. He grabbed a condom and ripped the foil packet, sheathing himself as he continued to sip at her pussy lips.

Once the rubber snapped in place, he rose over her. “Are you ready for me, Jenna?”

God help him, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop if she told him she had doubts. While he didn’t expect her to deny him, he’d done his best to arouse her, taking her right to the brink of one orgasm after another.

Now, he needed to fuck her. He wanted her to come so violently her body would tremor in his arms. Her cunt would milk his cock, vibrate against his shaft.

He pushed her legs apart and kissed a path from ankle to pussy before towering over with one goal in mind. Lowering himself, he gently tugged the clamp from one breast and then the other, filling his mouth with her fullness. Then, he lowered his cock to her pussy and inched between her folds.

“Jules, please,” she said, stretching her neck, writhing under him, and trying to encourage the connection.

Breaking the intimate seal of a woman, Jules crashed against her walls with one hard and deliberate thrust. There was no doubt in his mind when a hot gush of fluid coated his shaft. He was the first lover to take her, the first man to find his place in Jenna’s soft, voluptuous body.

“Oh, God,” she mumbled against his shoulder. “Jules, please.”

He pressed his palm to her forehead, swiping the hair out of her eyes as he penetrated deeper. “Ah, Jenna, this is so good, sweetheart. You’re so tight and hot,” he whispered. “Come, baby, wrap your legs around me and ride all night.”

* * * *

She draped her legs over his back and crossed her ankles. He reached behind his waist and held her in place. The way he pushed her legs forward only further secured his place deep inside her walls. And God help her, he fucked her right. She’d waited for this moment for what seemed like forever.

Jules made certain his loving was an intimate and quite special occasion. He stroked her higher and harder than any toy she’d ever experienced. Jules reached spots she never knew existed, and he tapped them without effort. The sensations only changed with positions, and he found a new way to stir her arousal every few seconds.

With the dull pain that comes with having sex for the first time, she cried out and moaned before and after every stroke. Soon, the initial throbbing ended. Jules slowed down his rhythm, set a new pace, and found a softer way to grind. And that’s when she came apart in his arms.

Her body jerked against his. He rose over her like a powerful force, yanking one leg to his shoulder as he fucked her.

“More,” she begged, toying with her nipples as he flattened his palms against her belly.

“There you go, honey,” he said, pounding inside her pussy. “Fuck. Oh yeah, Jenna. Here we go.”

His control went straight to hell and he yelled out her name. He hammered inside her without any set beat. Her orgasm rolled over her like a broken tide as he thrust inside her again and again and again.

“Jules!” she screamed, appreciating the climax he delivered, praying the sizzling hot sensation would last forever.

A carnal growl slipped from his lips as his cock twitched inside her folds.

“Jules, please, don’t leave me,” she whispered as he tucked her body against his and brought her fingertips to his lips.

The first time was behind them. He clutched her hip and stroked her back. “You were incredible, Jenna.”

She smiled to herself and drifted off to sleep. At some point during the night, she realized her fears were unwarranted. Jules wouldn’t abandon her, but she would indeed leave his bed.

Thinking about Serena and how the little imp was probably wondering what had happened to her, Jenna tiptoed back to their room and found Serena curled up in bed. She also found a note on her pillow. She read it aloud.

I really don’t want the details. Uncle Brogan said you were occupied. I think he was jealous, and I heard enough to figure out how well Uncle Jules kept you entertained.

Jenna tucked the note under her pillow, comforted by the dreams awaiting her. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought of the way Jules made love.

He didn’t treat her like a submissive, yet she wanted to submit. He didn’t act like a Dom, but she wanted him to dominate her. He didn’t try to overpower her, yet she wanted to claim him as her Master.

Hours later, Jenna woke up in bed with Jules right beside her. At some point, he must’ve carried her back to his bed, the place she hoped to remain for the duration of her visit.