More Layers: Book Two Layers Series (23 page)

“Oh my God, what happened?”

“Peel the bandage off. Real slow.”

I peel it off. Underneath it is a tattooed replica of the Colin Ryan drawing.

“Jaxson...it’s breathtaking. It’s almost as detailed as the original drawing.”

“I need to go back for a couple more sessions. It was too detailed for one sitting.”

“So, you were at a tattoo parlor all day?”

“Nine hours. Marco and Henry took the boys to Chuck Me Please. Stewart and Nick came with me.”

“It looks sore, does it hurt?”

“It feels like a bad sunburn.”

“I can’t believe that someone was able to put this much detail on skin.”

I give it a closer inspection. Wait, this is different. Buried within the knots are names—and words in Scots Gaelic. I read it out loud.
“Tha mo ghion ort. Ri fad mo rè is lotha. I love you with all my heart. Every day of my life, all my life. Alisa Alexia Lizbet Marie, Jaxson Bruce, Chase Marco.
”

“Jaxson...I...don’t know what to say.” So I cry instead.

He looks over his shoulder. “Babe, don’t cry.”

“Jaxson, it’s...”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s...It’s the...the most beautiful thing...tattoo I’ve ever seen.”

He covers it back up.

“I hate the fact that you’ve permanently marked your beautiful Irish-Italian skin. You know how much I love skin. That said—I’m deeply honored that you made our sons and me a part of it.”

“Did you notice the space after the boys’ names? That’s for our daughter and maybe two or three more.”

I laugh. “Two or three more? Not likely, Ryan.”

“We’ll just have to see about that, my dear,” he says and scoops me up and places me in the middle of the mattress.

“You’ll have to add your other daughter’s name.” Did I just say that—out loud?

“You wouldn’t mind?”

Yes, I would mind—I’m a selfish bitch but... “No. She’s a part of you, which means she’s a part of our family.”

“I love you, Ms. Grant.”

“
‘Tha mo ghion ort Ri fad mo rè is lotha.’“
(You are my everything, Mr. Ryan.)

* * *

“I have one more gift for you, Ms. Grant.”

“A tat on your ass?”

He chuckles. “No.”

“Yeah, I get that. It’s too damn hairy for a tat.”

“My ass is not hairy.”

“Yeah, right. And the next thing you’ll be telling me is that your legs are hairless.”

“I will concede to having hairy legs, but I draw the line when it comes to my ass.”

“You draw the line, huh?”

“Yes, I draw the line.”

“Off with your pants, Ryan.”

“I like it when you get all bossy.”

“Just take them off.”

He stands and removes his Levis.

“Now the briefs.”

I get up and grab my makeup bag out of our overnight bag.

“Please tell me you have handcuffs in that bag.”

“Sorry, no cuffs but I do have a ball-gag and a penis clip.”

“They make penis clips?”

“Of course. I can’t wait for you to try it. Jules said Nick loves the clip.”

He turns a little...green. “That’s just wrong.”

“Drop the boxers and follow me.”

He gives me a weak smile and strips in super slow motion.

He follows me to the bathroom. I position him so his back is facing a full-length mirror.

I put my bag down and open it. I turn and give him a dominatrix smile. I’m just guessing on this because, I don’t know if a sadomasochist would smile.

“Lex, I know that I told you I’d like to experiment a little, but...I was thinking more of a role-play kind of thing. You know, like, doctor and nurse or professor and bad-girl, kinky coed.”

He’s really freaking out. Beads of sweat are running from his forehead, and “The Big Guy” is bunkered down into a foxhole of pubic hair.

I can’t help but tease him just a wee bit more. I give him a dramatic disappointed look and sigh. “Role playing just doesn’t do it for me. I was thinking about trying some domination. Just thinking about dominating you and causing you pain, makes me...drip. But don’t worry. I’m not into bloodshed, and I would never do anything to you that would cause permanent damage, like burning and scarring. Maybe brief moments of unconsciousness and temporary markings, like crop welts.”

He swallows hard. “Lex...I...”

I giggle. “Jaxson, I don’t have any kinky fuckery torture devices in my makeup bag.”

I pull out my compact, open it and show him the mirror part.

“I just wanted you to see your hairy ass.”

“Fucking hell, woman. I thought you were going to clip ‘The Big Guy.’“

I hand him the compact mirror and turn him so he can see his hairy ass.

“Fuck me. I do have a hairy ass. I could feel that it had hair on it but...looking at it.”

“Makes a world of difference,” I finish for him.

He hands me back the compact and I put it back in the bag.

He grabs my hand and walks me to the tent and pulls me in.

“I’m going to punish you for teasing me Ms. Grant. Strip—now!”

I giggle as I strip away.

“On your knees, woman!”

Fuck me. This is hot. I kneel in front of him.

He holds out his now very erect cock. “Suck it.”

I smile as reach for his cock.

“No hands.”

I smile and put my hands behind my back.

“There will be no smiling. This is for my pleasure, not yours.”

“Will you punish me if I smile, Mr. Ryan?” I giggle.

“No laughing. And yes, you will be punished. I own your body, Ms. Grant, and you will address me as ‘Master.’“

“Master of what? ‘Bation?’“

“Of course.”

“So, Master Bation, do you plan on controlling my orgasms.”

“There will be no need. You won’t be having any.”

“Well, that sucks.” I frown-pout.

“For you maybe. Now suck me off.”

“Yes sir. I’ll get right to it, Master Bation, sir.”

I put my lips on my master’s cock. I lick from base to tip then suck and lick off his pre-cum. Then I slowly take him into my mouth.”

My master moans.

I take him in as far as I can. Then pull up, and slide on down. I do this, over and over and over.

“Fuck. That feels good. Don’t stop, babe.”

“Yes. I mean, no. I won’t stop, Master.”

It doesn’t take long before he is fucking my mouth.

“Permission to use my hands, Master?”

“Yes. God yes. Just don’t stop.”

As he fucks my mouth, I gently squeeze his balls and do some oral Kegels. This is something Jules told me about when I complained and whined about not being a swallower. I soon feel him swell against my tongue. Shit, it works. Ms. Sexpert knows her stuff.

He groans. “Babe, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

He pulls out.

“You don’t want to come, Master Bation?”

“Yes, but I have other things to attend to first.”

He pushes me back into the one hundred and one pillows.

“Spread you thighs. Wide.”

I giggle and smile, because I so want to be punished.

“I said no laughing or smiling.”

“Sorry, Master. I’ve been a bad girl. Please punish me.”

He grins. “Don’t worry, bad girl, you’ll receive your punishment.”

He kneels between my thighs and pushes them wider. Then takes a hold of my ankles and lifts my legs so I have no choice but to let them hang over his shoulders. Not the most comfortable position, especially when pregnant. But as long as his head is between my thighs, you will hear no complaints from this girl.

“Keep them in this position.”

“Yes, Master,” I say and bite my lip to suppress my smile.

He gives me a wicked grin before he parts me with his fingers. He takes the pad of his thumb and runs it up and over my clit. When he has me pushing into his hand, needing more, he lowers his perfect head and face. Then he flicks my clit with his tongue. He’s going right for the good stuff. No passing go, no collecting two hundred dollars, just straight home. I like this game.

“Jax,” I moan-groan.

He stops.

“God, please don’t stop.”

“Wrong again.”

“Master, please don’t stop.”

“That’s better,” he says and continues to drive me crazy.

He’s really getting into this Master stuff. It’s not very fun when you really want to come.

He licks and sucks on my sensitive, swollen clit. I’m so close but yet so far—I need more.

“Ja...Master, pleeese.”

He laughs and I feel the vibration on and around my clit. Then he pulls away and I moan out in frustration.

“Tell your master what you want.”

I want my Jax back. He’ll let me come.

“Please, Master, I need more.”

He puts one and then two fingers inside me. “Yes, Master, thank you.”

He adds one more and then finger-fucks me.

“Oh. Yes! Yes!”

He stops.

Hell no!

“You don’t get to come until I say you can.”

Fuck that. “Payback’s a bitch...Master.” (Bitch-Master: a cranky horny crazed pregnant woman using a Mix-Master.)

He lowers my legs from around his shoulders. Then he sinks into me in one hard thrust. “If you come, I’ll stop.”

“If I come, Master, I won’t care if you stop.”

He thinks about this for a minute. “What if I don’t stop, and we both come.”

“I can live with that, Master.”

“Good,” he says and begins to pound into me.”

I feel his balls tighten and I know he’s about to let go.

“Lex.”

“Yes master.”

“Come.”

“Thank you. Master.”

And I do what my Master Bation tells me to do. I come.

* * *

We lay next to each other in spent silence.

Jaxson rolls to his side and faces me. “Round two,” he says with a suggestive wink.

I look over and down at his rock hard erection.

“How do you do that? It’s been like—maybe five minutes.”

“Are you complaining about my virility?”

“No. Just making an observation.”

I lift a brow. “I have another gift for you.”

“I think an estate is more than enough.”

I frown. “That’s too bad. I’ve been preparing for over a week.”

“Preparing?”

“Yes, but if you think it’s too much, then...”

“What did this preparation consist of?”

“Plugs.”

“Plugs?”

“Butt Plugs.”

“Butt Plugs?”

“Anal-stretchers. Ass-stoppers. Rectum-wreckers.”

“I know what they are, I just don’t...” He pauses and I watch as his pupils dilate and then a light shines and they constrict. “No fucking way!”

“Yeah, fucking way.”

“No, you’re teasing me.”

“Do you think I’d put those hard, cold, metal sphincter expanders up my ass just to tease you.”

“No fucking way. You were walking around London, in your tight skirts and pantsuits for a week with a butt plug up your ass? Fuck, that’s hot! Did you forgo the panties as well?”

“Now you’re pushing it.”

I get up and retrieve two plastic bags from our overnight bag.

“What’s all that?”

I hold up one bag and look at the label. “Asshole Fucking Care Kit.”

I look at the other one. “After Asshole Fucking Care Kit.” Holy hole! An aftercare kit! Batman!

“She wasn’t kidding.”

“Jules?”

“Who else?” I open the first bag and go through its contents.

I pull out something that looks...interesting. “What’s this thing?” I throw it to him and he catches it.

He rolls his eyes. “Only Jules,” he says under his breath.

“So what is it?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Okay, if you’re not going there, I’m not.”

I throw him a stainless steel plug.

“What’s this?”

“That’s the last and largest plug I used. Motherfucker drove me crazy.”

He frowns. “This is the largest you plugged?”

I look at him and give him my “hello...like duh dude” look. “Yes, that’s the largest.”

He shakes his head.

“What?”

He stands and holds the plug next to his cock for comparison.

Holy my ass is grass! Batman!

“Babe, this is a baby plug.”

“No it’s not. I’ll show you the baby.”

I go through the bag and pull out the smallest plug and throw it to him.

He rolls his eyes. “Really? This is a grain of rice.”

I stand and snatch it from his hand. “Have you ever had a plug up your ass?”

“No.”

“Well, maybe we should rectum-fy that.”

“I don’t think so. Give me the bag.”

I hand it to him. He goes through it, pulling out a few items shaking his head and, or laughing at them. When he’s gone through the entire bag he takes out two tubes of lube and a condom, and then puts the bag down.

“These are the only things that are going to help you in that bag. Come here babe.”

I walk over to the bed.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

No. Hell no! “Yes.”

“You’ve done this once before, right?”

Yes. “Well, not exactly.”

“You lied to me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I...I guess that I just didn’t want you to think I was an inexperienced anal-virgin nerd.”

He grins. “Lex, in lots of ways you are an inexperienced nerd. And to be honest, I think it’s hot.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Most guys don’t like their women to have more experience than they do. Well, unless you’re in the ninth grade and you want to lose your virginity. I’m honored to be your first...butt- fucker.”

“How romantic.”

He laughs. “You can call me...Master Butt-Fucker.”

“I could, but I won’t.”

He stacks up several pillows.

“Come here, babe.”

I lay over the pillows.

“Let’s take a look.”

Let’s not.

“Lean down onto your elbows, tuck your head a bit, relax your hips, lift your ass, and spread your thighs wide.”

Yeah, right. Bend over, lick your balls and kiss your ass. Who the hell does he think I am? Su Mei Soo Wee Yee Yung, the Chinese acrobat? I’m Alisa Alexia Lizbet Marie Grant, a five-foot nine Scot-American.

He spread my cheeks. “Fuck me. That is one fine hole.”

Update...Five-foot nine Scot-American with a fine asshole.

“I’m glad you like it.”