Indulgence (146 page)

“No. God, no. I hadn’t worked there in years. I took the job
I had before I came here and stayed there for a long time. When the automotive
industry started going sour, that’s when our company tanked. They did me a
favor by letting me go; I got a much better severance package than the
employees who were let go when they closed. But it still sucked.”

“I bet.” I yawn but just as I do, he grabs me and kisses me.
There’s that look in his eyes, and I have no idea what’s coming next, but I’m
betting it’ll be sexier than hell. “So what would you like to do for the rest
of the evening?” I wait a second. “Sir?” I tag on the end.

“Stand up, sub.” Uh-huh – just as I thought. I’m about to
get used, and I’m going to like it, I can tell. “Undress. Slowly. I want to
watch you.”

Stripping right there in the living room, I put on quite a
show for him. I know I’m no raving beauty, but he seems to like it, so I give
this and that a shake and watch his eyes light up. When I’m completely naked,
he stands too, reaches out, grabs both my breasts, and sucks first one nipple
and then the other. With my hands on his shoulders, I brace myself, and his
licking and sucking get more and more aggressive until he starts to bite. When
I wail out, he bites even harder, and he intentionally gets closer and closer
to the tips of my nipples. That makes me scream out and when I start screaming,
he bites and then slaps my ass.

I’m starting to feel more than crazed; I’m on overload and I
need some kind of release, but instead, he barks at me, “Go to the bed. Lie
down, head hanging off the edge.” I know what that means, and I run down the
hallway and put myself exactly where I’m supposed to be.

Following me into the bedroom, he stands and lets me watch
him undress until that body is on full display in front of me, and my pussy and
mouth both water. The bed is nice and tall, and when I look up, there’s his
cock, right in front of my face. And I’m surprised – instead of burying it in
my mouth, he leans down over my body, plants his face in my slit, and takes a
long, hard suck on my clit.

I’d just assumed I was about to be face fucked, but instead,
he brings me closer and closer to coming, my hips trying to buck as he holds
them down tight. And just when I’m about to come, he stops. “Oh, god, Sir,
please . . .”

“My scene. My submissive. You’ll do as I say. Do. Not. Come.
Don’t. I’ll tell you when you can.” With that, he stands up and in front of me.
“Open your mouth. I want to bury this thing deep down in your throat. And
you’ll let me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Without another word, he makes good on his
promise and I feel that huge cock go straight down my throat. I do the old gag
reflex trick – squeezing the left thumb in the left fist – and let that massive
shaft just slide on in. He goes slow at first, and then picks up the pace.

It’s the very next thing he says that nearly does me in.
I’ve got my eyes closed when he growls out, “Holy hell. Look at that throat
bulge. Shit, girl, I wanna fuck you so bad.” And I can’t help what happens
next.

Without warning, I come. I don’t mean to, but I do it. This
has never happened to me before, coming like this without even being touched,
and it takes me completely by surprise. My whole body convulses and he snarls,
“Now you’ve gone and done it. I’ll have to punish you.” Instead of just
watching his cock going down my throat, he starts to stroke into it and I feel
the pressure with every slam. I’m trying to push him away, but he just hangs
onto my arms and fucks into me like mad. By the time he comes, his hot seed
shooting down my throat, I’m writhing and squirming and trying to loose myself
from his grip, but I can’t.

With his climax done, he yanks his cock from my mouth and
stands there, staring down at me as I heave in big shuddering breaths. I don’t
know what’s going to happen next, so I just lie there. But the need to have him
inside me is making me sweat. I finally whine out, “Please, Sir, fuck me?
Please?”

There’s something – a smirk, maybe? – on his face when he
says, “No. That’s your punishment. There’ll be no fucking for you tonight. Come
with me.” He pulls me up from the side of the bed, slides me up into it
properly, and then grabs the cuffs. Before I can protest, he cuffs my hands to
the headboard and smiles down at me. “Now I won’t be fucking you, and you won’t
be taking care of yourself either. I specifically told you not to come.”

“I didn’t mean to! I don’t know what happened, but I’m
sorry, Sir! I couldn’t help it! It just happened. That’s never happened before,
Sir, and I’m not sure how it did, but I just . . .”

“You need to be quiet.” He buries his face in my slit again
and I’m so relieved that I try to press into his face, but just as I come to
the edge, he stops again and I cry out. That gets me a sharp slap on the inside
of my thigh. He repeats the process until I’m screaming and crying, begging and
pleading, and he just does it over and over, never quite letting me come, just
torturing me.

And when he stops the next time, he takes that big, meaty
dick of his in his hand and starts to stroke right there in front of me. I want
him so badly that I’m crying out, “Oh, please, Sir, please fuck me! Oh, god,
please! Please, please please! I need it so bad! Oh, god, oh please . . .”

But he keeps stroking himself and I watch as he loses
himself in the act, forgetting that I’m even there, panting and moaning. My
eyes never leave him and suddenly, to my great dismay, he stiffens and shoots his
load onto my belly. The minute it happens, I scream out, “Noooo! No, I need
that inside me! Oh, god, please, Jaz, fuck me? Please?”

Balls completely emptied, he turns and heads for the
bathroom, then comes back with a wet cloth. He wipes the cum off my belly, then
wipes himself down, and I hear the water come back on in the bathroom when he’s
returned there. He comes back, crawls into the bed, and turns off the light.
There’s no move made to touch me at all, and I wonder if he’s really, really
angry with me.

That question gets answered when, there in the dark, he
says, “Kimmie, when I tell you not to come, I mean it. I’m not kidding around.”

“But I didn’t mean to. I was just so turned on and . . .”

“You’re going to have to learn some self-control. We can talk
about this tomorrow.”

“No. I want to talk about it now.”

“Okay.” He sighs. “What do you want to say?”

“I want to say that I couldn’t help it. I’ve never come like
that before, without even being touched, and I don’t know how I could’ve
stopped it.”

“You could’ve. Next time you’ll do better. Anything else?”

“Yes.” I’m embarrassed to go on, but finally I whisper out,
“Please, Jaz? Please fuck me? I want it so bad.”

“That’s a good way for you to remember. Goodnight, angel.”

“But Jaz!”

“I’ve got to get up and go to work. Please go on to sleep. I
love you, baby girl.”

I can’t believe this. He’s going to leave me like this?
There’s nothing for me to do, my hands bound to the headboard, and I just lie
there and cry myself to sleep, my body still humming and my belly heavy with
the increased circulation there.

I finally drift off, only to be awakened by Jaz as he gets
up to go to work. Before he gets in the shower, he unbuckles the cuffs and
turns my hands loose, then leaves the room. In minutes, I hear the shower
start, and I get up and go to the bathroom to pee.

When I’m all finished, I stand to leave, but a hand grabs my
arm and pulls me toward the shower. The water’s hot and steamy, and the look in
his eyes tells me he wants me now just like I wanted him last night, just like
I want him right now too. I don’t even have to look; I know his shaft is
steely. He whispers to me, “Don’t do it again, Kimmie. All I thought about all
night was your body.” In an instant, he pushes me up against the shower wall
and buries his hardness in me, and I gasp and cry out as he takes me, one leg
up and over his forearm, my arms around his neck. “God, Kimmie, I love you,
little girl, and I love to fuck you. Do you know how much I want you?”

“Not as much as I want you,” I whisper back, then groan as
his hardness fills me almost violently.

“I doubt that. This time, come as soon as you’re ready and
I’ll be right there with you.” He pushes me back against the wall, keeps
stroking into me, and then begins to tease my clit with the fingers of his
other hand.

“I’m, I’m, oh, god, I’m going to come, Jaz, I’m going to . .
. Oh gawwwwddd,” I moan into the steam, and my body shakes, my pussy pulsing
around his manhood. His muscles bunch under my hands, and next thing I know,
hot, thick cum warms me from the inside and runs down my leg.

When we’re both still, he kisses me on the tip of my nose
and smiles. “That was a hell of an orgasm, girl. Feel better?”

I press my forehead to his chest as best I can. “Yes. Much.
I was hurting for you.”

“I was hurting for you too. Get dried off and go back to
bed. I’ve got to get ready for work.” As I turn to step out of the shower, he
kisses my shoulder and my heart melts.

Spinning around, I smile and tell him gently, “I love you,
Sir. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Back to bed with you. Go back to sleep.”

“Yes, sir.” My body sated and my heart full, I make my way
back out to the bed with my towel wrapped around me, slide in, and fall sound
asleep.

“Hi!”

“Hey, baby. How was your day?” Jaz’s voice is warm and sweet
in my ear, and I know he must be on his way home.

“It was pretty good.”

“You at your place packing?”

“Yeah.” I wrap another figurine in newspaper. “Did you get
some boxes for me?”

“I did. The liquor store told me to take all I want, so I
got quite a few. I broke them down. Got packing tape?”

“No. I didn’t even think about it.”

He chuckles. “I’ll stop and get some. Anything else I need
to pick up?”

I think for a few minutes. Since we started doing anal,
we’ve really blown through a bunch of latex. “Yeah. I think we need a couple of
boxes of condoms, one apiece for each house.”

Jaz laughs right out loud. “We’re burning through those
things pretty damn fast, aren’t we?”

“I’ll say! I think we should buy them in bulk.”

“Wonder if they’ve got them at the buyer’s club? I’ll check.
Okay, then, packing tape, condoms, and I think a carton of rocky road ice
cream.”

Now I laugh. “What a weird combination!”

“Yeah. If they ask, I’ll tell them we’re putting the ice
cream in the condoms and taping them shut. It’s a new serving suggestion.
Wonder what kind of looks I’ll get?”

“Crazy looks. Come home. Hurry. I miss you.” I shiver all
over, wanting his arms around me for even a few seconds.

“On my way. Damn.”

I hear a sound in the background. “Train?”

“Yeah. It’ll pass soon. I’ll be there as fast as I can get
there. I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too, Sir. See you soon.” The sound of the train
disappears as he hangs up, and I go back to pulling things out of drawers. I’m
glad he got the boxes so I can keep packing.

I work along, stop to go to the bathroom, drop an earring
and spend a few minutes looking for it, take a load of clothes out of the
dryer, and basically just lose track of time. I hear the door and, since I know
he’s probably got his hands full, I hurry to open it.

But when I throw it open, a hand reaches out and grips my
neck. In my confusion, it takes me a second or two to figure out what’s going
on, but then I recognize him.

Angus.

“Fucker! What are you doing here! Turn me loose!”

I’m propelled back through the room by the hand on my neck,
and I hear him kick at the door to close it. A ringing sets up in my ears, and
his breath reeks of alcohol when he growls at me, “Stupid slut. Think you’re
too good for me now, huh? We’ll see about that!” I’m trying to claw at his
face, but his arms are so long that I can’t reach him, and I can’t bite him
because he’s got my throat. Pinned against the wall with his knee between my
legs, I can’t kick him, and I’m squirming to no avail. Worse yet, I can’t scream.
How in the hell does he know where I live? While I continue to kick and squirm
to no end, he grabs the front of my jeans and starts working on them. That’s
when I know: The bastard’s planning to . . . oh, god, what do I do? I try to
think, but everything’s a scramble and nothing I come up with will work.

He manages to get my jeans unzipped and down, then plunges
his hand down in my panties and shoves fingers inside me, and I know his nails
must be ragged because I feel a scratch and instant pain. Things are starting
to get dark and I know something is moving in and out of me. Is it his fingers?
Did he really manage to get his penis out and force himself inside me? I can’t
breathe and panic is starting to take over, his hand tightening around my neck,
crushing and pinching off my blood supply, and I can hear my heart thrumming in
my ears. He’s laughing and smashing me against the wall, and it dawns on me
that I’m going to die. This is it. What’ll happen to Jaz? I hope he knows how
much I love him. All I’m thinking about is Jaz and us and how I won’t get to
say goodbye.

There’s a flash of light behind my eyelids, and the burn is
horrendous as I suck in fresh air, my lungs deprived for too long. That leads
to uncontrollable coughing as I fight to see and hear what’s going on. Hands
grab me and lift me, and I start to kick and scream, still choking and coughing
and fighting until I hear that voice: “Baby girl, calm down. It’s okay. It’s
me, sweetie. Kimmie. Kimberly. Stop, baby, just stop. It’s me, it’s Jaz.”

“Jaz?” I’m crying and coughing so hard that I can’t really
talk. Before I can speak again, his arms wrap around me and pull me in tight.
“Oh, god, Jaz! Oh, Angus. I think he . . .”