Dominating Jess: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella (10 page)

I was in so much
trouble.

It was all right,
then, that he seemed to have as much trouble as I did cutting off the kiss. He
finally pulled away, breathing heavily. “Oh, Jess.”

My name. Not slut, or
whore, which yes, I’d longed to hear. But when he said my name, it sounded like
an endearment. A wish.

He kissed me again
quickly—sweetly—before he pulled away with a curse. “If you say
you’ve had enough, I’ll take you back to the hotel right now.”

Underneath his words
was a promise of what would happen at the hotel, and God, I wanted that so
badly it hurt more than anything else that had happened today.

But I still wanted to
push myself. I hadn’t proven I could give myself up completely. Not all the
way. I shook my head. “I want to keep going.”

He nodded, and shutters
drew over his eyes. He turned into the Fantasy Fulfilled Jake, the one I loved
being scared of. His shoulders went back and he straightened, signaling for
Olya to come back.

He rummaged in her bag
and withdrew a fat black Sharpie. “Hold still.” With bold, broad strokes, he
wrote on my torso, chest to stomach. Then he turned me, writing from my left
shoulder to my right. Olya sat on a tree stump and watched.

When he was done, he
stepped back and used his cell phone to take my picture. Then he showed it to
me.

FUCK THE WHORE.

Written on me in large
letters. A directive. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could hear it.

With impeccable
timing, two men came around the curve on the path behind us. The taller one was
maybe thirty-five and wore a black dress shirt incongruously over his torn
jeans. The shorter one looked a bit younger and wore a black puffy coat and big
black sunglasses.

They both stumbled to
a stop. Of course they did. There was a naked woman blocking the path.

Olya gripped the top
of my arm tightly, turning me around. I assumed the same thing was written on
my shoulders. She clamped a hand to the back of my neck and bent me in half,
placing my hands on the tree stump she’d been sitting on. My pussy was on
display to them, and I’d never felt more vulnerable.

Olya said something
rapidly to them, ending with “fuck the whore.”

Dress Shirt didn’t
miss a beat. In my peripheral vision, I saw him nod and step forward, undoing
his jeans as he did. His fishing pole fell to the dirt, unnoticed.

Fuck
. What about...

Olya stopped him with
a word and gave him a small square package.

As the man fumbled
with the condom, I turned my head, sending a glance of gratitude toward Jake,
but he wasn’t looking at my face. He seemed as distracted by my nether regions
as the men did.

Good.

Dress Shirt got behind
me and placed a heavy hand on the small of my back. He bent me over farther,
and without warning, shoved himself inside my cunt. As slick as I was, there
was nothing to slow him down, and he yelled as he sunk his cock in to the hilt.

He was big. Not as big
as Jake, but long, and the way he was pounding into me made me lose track of
where I was, of
who
I was. God, I’d needed to be fucked all day. It felt
like I’d hoped it would—I was full, so full I had a hard time catching my
breath. And there was no way Jake could know, since we’d never talked about it,
but I was someone who could—who
would
—come from fucking
alone. My G-spot was sensitive, especially to being taken from behind. Doggy
style was my favorite way to come, and oh, Jesus, I was going to get there. I
didn’t know if I’d be able to ask permission, because all I was able to do was
gasp.

Behind me, Dress Shirt
tugged the chain that ran from my ass to my collar. The butt-plug moved deeper,
and I growled low in my throat.

Olya said something
else, and then Sunglasses was in front of me. Before I knew it, he was ramming
his cock in my mouth. Never had my mouth been as stretched as it had been in
the last few hours. But I was getting so much better at this—I
fake-swallowed, and Sunglasses pushed his way down my throat. I was even able
to get his rhythm straight off so I could breathe. He said something over me
that sounded like a curse, and then grabbed the hair at either side of my ears and
jammed into me even harder.

Behind me, Dress Shirt
was fucking me so hard the slaps rang through the trees. He groaned as I got
tighter. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I was getting close. Too close. It wouldn’t be long
for me, and I cast my eyes desperately around for Jake, but Sunglasses had my
head in a vice and his cock in my mouth.

I loved this. I loved
every fucking second of getting fucked by two men at once.

And at that moment, a
whip hit my back. I didn’t know who held it, whether it was Jake or Olya. I
couldn’t tell, and I didn’t care. Everything was sensation. My cunt was being
slammed, my mouth was stretched almost to breaking, my ass was full, and now
the whip was flaying my already reddened, sensitive skin. It felt like there
were many smaller whips—was it a cat of nine tails? I saw in a quick
glance Olya’s shoes to my right, too far away to be holding the whip, so I knew
it was Jake.

And that made me relax
into the pain. The whip hit my skin and glanced off the chain running up my
spine. Each blow was worse, a little harder, a little more painful, until he
was hitting me almost with every stroke of the men, all of us moving in rhythm,
in, out, strike, strike
, and even though I felt more inside my body than
I’d ever felt before, I also felt as if I were floating. This wasn’t me. This
couldn’t be me, taking this.

Loving this.

I felt tears start,
and it wasn’t from the pain. They felt like tears of happiness, which didn’t
make any sense, since I’d never been in as much pain. It felt as if all the
emotion I’d ever felt and stored and packed away was surfacing, as if all the
feeling I’d ever pushed down was coming out, all at once, all of it bubbling up
inside of me until I felt like I would fly away. Joy felt like sadness felt
like fear felt like love felt like happiness. I felt free.

Dress Shirt speeded
up, hammering me double-time. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, just
below where the whip was landing. I curved my back like a cat, pushing up into
the pain, and I heard Jake say, “Good slut.” He was panting. God damn, I wanted
him so bad my cunt got tighter around Dress Shirt, who bellowed like he was
going down a roller coaster.

I came then, bullets
of light exploding behind my eyelids. Jake hit me harder, and Sunglasses
deep-throated me faster, and it was all I could do to keep my legs from
buckling as waves of pleasure crashed through me, from the top of my skull to
the bottoms of my bare feet. Tears rolled down my face, and I bucked against
Dress Shirt, who was slowing on a long, drawn-out moan. He pulled out and I
felt empty. Cold air hit my pussy, but I was still coming, spasming inside, and
I wanted to come against something.

The whipping stopped.
Now the only thing I felt, besides the slowing spasms of my orgasm, was
Sunglasses in my throat. He was getting closer, his movements jerky, and he
shot into my throat with a shout.

At that moment,
another cock filled my cunt.

Jake’s cock.

I groaned low in my
throat, the come bubbling, and leaned back into him. His fingers replaced where
Dress Shirt’s had been, gripping my hips as if he owned them.

And at that moment, he
did. That was the best thing.

Sunglasses pulled out,
zipped up and said something to his friend. With no fanfare, they picked up
their fishing rods and walked away. They didn’t even glance back at the naked
girl getting fucked from behind.

Jake moved perfectly.
He felt like velvet-covered iron inside me, overheated, scorching iron. I would
melt if he kept it up. I would drip into a hot puddle of come, like a candle at
the end of its life. But I wanted him never to stop. I heard a woman’s voice,
and it took me a minute to realize it was my own, begging him not to stop.

Olya ran her hand
through my hair, a gentle touch. She moved her hand down, over my shoulders,
down my back, to my ass. I heard the chain rattle and felt the anal hook again.
As Jake pulled the chain upward, the hooked shape swiveled inside me, pushing
down, so whenever his cock slid in, I knew he could feel the metal of the hook,
too.

I felt myself clamp
around him, and prayed he wouldn’t mind if I came again.

“Olya,” he said, his
voice as strained as I’d ever heard it. “Pleasure her.”

Another sound, the
backpack zipper, and then she was next to me. A low buzzing filled my ears, and
she pushed a vibrator against my clit. It was like she’d plugged me into a wall
socket. Of all the things I’d felt that day, this was the most intense, the
most painful in its capacity to provide pleasure.

I came within seconds.

“Christ, your pussy
just got so fucking tight. I can barely move. Oh,
Jess.
”
    

I loved my name in his
mouth. I came harder, and Jake fucked me faster. Olya kept the vibrator on my
clit, and I had no time to come down from my second orgasm before I was clawing
my way up to the next one. I lost all sense of who I was—I couldn’t
remember my own name—all I knew was that I needed to get fucked like this
for the rest of my life. Jake pumped himself deep inside me and I felt him
start to come. Holy shit, this forever. I wouldn’t eat or sleep, I would just fuck
and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck fuck fuck
FUCK
. I came again so hard
I bit the inside of my mouth and tasted blood.

I did collapse then,
my knees going out. Jake wrapped an arm around my waist, tumbling to the dirt
with me. I missed hitting my head on the stump by an inch. I was filthy now,
covered with dust and dried grass. After removing the butt plug—oh, the
joy as it slipped out—and unhooking the chain from my collar, Jake rested
next to me, facing me, his arm still around me, his mop of brown hair resting on
the dirt. We were tangled together like we’d done this forever. Olya smiled and
wandered away, checking her cell phone again.

I concentrated on
finding where I’d left my breathing. I seemed to have misplaced it in the last
few minutes, and it would be a nice thing to have back. I sucked air so hard I
choked, and Jake’s mouth turned up in a grin.

“That enough for you,
tough girl?” He touched my cheek so softly I could barely feel it.

“Holy shit,” was all I
could manage.

He rolled onto his
back and put out an arm. I scooted up and onto his shoulder. We lay like that,
as comfortable as if we were in a king-sized bed. The sun had moved and where
we’d been in shade, we were now in the path of a sunbeam that traced his hair
and my jaw, warming me as much as his gaze did.

“Holy shit,” he
agreed.

I kissed the side of
his cheek, loving the feeling of stubble against my lips. If I could purr, I
would have.

An older woman wearing
a blue kerchief holding the arm of a younger man came around the bend in the
path. The woman glanced at us and then looked away as if we didn’t even exist.
Maybe this was heaven. Maybe I was dead, and she couldn’t see the ghost of my
happiness.

But the young man’s
mouth agape told me that yes, we were still visible. Jake reached out lazily
and caressed my breast. “I hope he can’t read English,” he said. “Because he
can’t fuck you right now. I want you too much.”

The two walked on,
leaving us lying in the sunlight. I didn’t even mind that I was in the dirt. My
head was on Jake’s shoulder, so I didn’t care about anything else.

“You’re amazing,” he
said in my ear, his voice a low rumble that made a shiver roll down each
vertebrae.

“You say that to all
the girls.”

“I don’t.”

“You just fuck them?”
My gut twisted with a hot shard of something—was it jealousy? If I
admitted that, what else would I have to admit?

“I haven’t been an
operator in a long time. That’s why Olya’s been laughing at me all day.”

I twisted on my hip,
propping myself up on one elbow. I liked the way his eyes followed the movement
of my breasts. I felt powerful. “But you take the trips.”

“I observe in the
field, setting up the contacts, and creating the scenes. It’s not every cafe
you can walk into with a naked girl and not get thrown out. I pay the operators
to fulfill the fantasies. I...”

“What?”

“I got bored with it
years ago. I didn’t think I had anything more to give anyone. Got out of the
game, trying to keep a piece of...my soul, I guess. And then you come along,
all big eyes and innocent—“

“Innocent!”

“And I realized all I
wanted was to give you what you wanted.”
 

Sunlight dazzled my
eyes. “So with me...”

He touched a lock of
my hair that had fallen forward over my cheek. “I’ve known you for seven years.
And I’ve been fascinated by you that entire time.”

“Why?”