She's All Tied Up: Club 3, Book 2 (24 page)

“Shh,” he soothed, his hand stroking her back, holding her with his other hand on her thighs. “Almost done.”

One, two more hard smacks, and then he was lifting her, swinging her up in his arms to stand with his arms around her. “Don’t think you wanna sit on that ass right now,” he said, his voice tender.

Carlie clutched at his shirt, holding on to him as she burrowed into his chest. He stroked one hand over her hair, the other over her back. Her fingers curled into the soft fabric as she fought to control her tears, which was not easy. Her bottom burned, and her emotions felt as huge and tumultuous as a storm raging in her chest. And in a wicked twist of what should be, his powerful arms around her were comforting, soothing. And the only place she wanted to shelter right now.

“Now, what do you say, baby?” he murmured, his face against her temple.

“I’m sorry I disrespected you,” she whispered into his throat, breathing in his heat and scent as she sniffled.

“And?” he urged.

“That I didn’t trust you enough to talk it out,” she added. She lifted her head and looked him in the eye, something giving way inside her. “You were right—if I don’t trust you, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

He smiled, his eyes warm, and Carlie felt that warmth clear to the heart of her. “Thank you, baby. Appreciate your trust. You gotta know I’ll take care of you if you talk to me.”

She stiffened her spine. “But will you…will you kiss me? Because if this is just—just bodies, I don’t want to do it. I’m sorry, but I’m not made that way.”

His arms tightened. “I’m gettin’ that. So I’ll tell you, I’m a guy, so I am made that way.”

Her heart fell down somewhere near her feet. But he gave her a squeeze. “You’re a woman, a sweet sub, you’re wired different. I can adapt.”

“You can?” Her gaze drifted to his mouth, and she licked her lips. “So that wasn’t my only kiss?”

He chuckled, the deep vibration traveling through her.

“Oh no. Got lots more of those to come.” He bent his head and pressed his lips to hers. It started simple but turned deep and hot as he opened his mouth, his tongue tangling with hers, his breath heavier as she nestled close, her breasts against his chest, his erection nestled in the vee of her thighs.

Then his hand strayed down over her ass, and Carlie flinched.

He drew back, his hands on her sides. “You’re tender,” he said. “Better lie down on your stomach.”

She nodded, touched by his solicitude and excited by what he might have in mind.

However, Carlie quickly found that to her dom, lying down on her stomach did not mean cuddling on the bed while he lay beside her. It meant spread-eagled on the bed, while he cuffed her with swift efficiency, ankles wide and arms over her head, a pillow under her middle. She could move a few inches in each direction, and the cuffs were snug but not tight, but this was not what she had in mind. Her ass in the air again, while he stood behind her? This was ominous.

She looked at Jake over her shoulder, her heart pounding with uncertainty. He wasn’t going to spank her with something else, was he? Not that she wanted to put the idea into his head. Instead of asking, she watched him carefully as he walked over to a cupboard, opened it and took out a small, narrow leather case. Too small to be one of those floggers, thank God.

“Jake? What are you going to do?” she asked.

He tossed the case on the bed and smiled as he pulled his shirt off over his head and unfastened his pants. “Well, baby, you did invite me to kiss your ass. Looks real pretty, all pink and flushed.”

Great, he was admiring his spanking. Her fair skin had always shown every mark. She groaned into the pillow he had thoughtfully placed under her head, then tensed again as the bed dipped under his weight. His thighs brushed the inside of hers as he moved between them. When warm lips pressed a kiss on her ass cheek, she let out a squeak. Another, and another, as Jake pressed soft kisses all over her, worshiping the flesh he’d just punished.

“Got no idea how beautiful you are right now, baby,” he told her. “All spread out so sweet for me, after you accepted my discipline. Gonna thank you for that.”

His hand cupped her between her thighs, his fingers dipping under her so he held her mons in his hand. “Smell good too, all turned on.”

“I am not,” she protested, shocked.

He chuckled. “Are too. Feel how wet you are?” She jerked against her bonds as a long finger probed under the thin strip of lace and into her pussy. A second finger joined it, and he stroked her, in and out, his fingers slipping easily in her wet channel. Carlie opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but instead she squirmed as the pleasure of his touch arced through her.

“Am I right?” he asked.

“Yes,” she groaned.

“By my discipline? Think hard, tell me the truth.”

Chapter Seventeen

Think hard. Not easy to do with Jake’s fingers stroking lazily in and out, in and out. She found herself moving, tilting her ass up to invite more of his touch. Made sweeter by the fact that he had just demonstrated his mastery not only over her orgasms but her behavior at the club. “Yes,” she admitted. “Yes, Jake.”

“Good. Then you’re ready for something new.” He pressed another kiss to her stinging ass and moved again. She heard the muffled sounds of a package opening, and then something warm and wet drizzled down the cleft of her ass. She flinched, her heart pounding.

“What is that?” she asked, craning her head to peer over her shoulder.

“Lube. Time for a little ass play for you, sweet sub.” One of his big fingers caressed the tight rosette of her anus, and then she gasped as he pressed his slippery fingertip right inside. It burned a little and felt strange, like they were playing doctor.

“Jake, no,” she protested.
Eww.

He paused, not removing his finger. “It’s okay, baby. You checked it on your form. Just relax. Gonna give you a little more lube.” More wetness and then more probing, but this time it was smaller and too smooth to be a finger.

“Jake,” she protested. “What the heck is that?”

“It is,” he said, “a vibrator.” Then she let out another squeak as the thing began to…to
purr
in her ass.

And before she had time to adjust to it, something soft, like feathers or fur, tickled the skin of her ass, like being whipped with a feather. No, lots of feathers.

“I take it back,” Jake said. “That is even more beautiful. Like a pretty little pony. Let’s take you for a little canter, baby.”

He thrust those two long fingers back into her pussy and fucked her with them while he stroked her clitoris with his other hand.

Carlie had never felt so out of control, so invaded, and so on the verge of losing it. “Jake,” she whimpered. “Stop. I can’t—I don’t…”

“Yes, you can. Come for me, baby. Wanna see that. Let it go, I’ve got you. Took my spanking, so sweet. Gonna take this for me.”

The sensations were too much, she was drowning, giving in to his touch, to his domination. She arched against her bonds, grateful that they gave her something to control the quivering that started deep inside her and spread until she was engulfed in pleasure, coming helplessly, her pussy, her ass, her bare breasts rubbing against the covers, her whole body a wave of bliss.

She heard a breathy moan that rose and rose until it broke, her own voice. Then she relaxed, panting, quivering with aftershocks as Jake moved up over her, crouching so that she was engulfed in his warmth.

“That was so good, baby,” he praised, brushing his face on hers. “So beautiful. One more ride, and this time you’re gonna take me with you. Gonna fuck you. You want that?”

She nodded. Yes, she wanted whatever he wanted to give her. Wanted to stay awash in this safe, sheltered state so she never had to emerge and look at herself from the chilly light of reality.

“Say it for me.” His voice rumbled through her.

“I want you to—to fuck me,” she said.

He brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, sending a new shiver through her.

“Then I will.”

Jake unfastened her arms, and massaged them briefly before showing her how he wanted her to move back, her shoulders down, ass up for him to look at, and touch and admire, which he did, telling her again how pretty she was with his marks on her skin and the toy in her ass, her pussy wet for him.

He left the ankle cuffs on. She could still feel them, holding her for her dom, although they were looser now.

“I’m gonna leave the vibrator in,” he said, kneeling between her thighs again. “But I’m big. If it hurts, if it’s too much, you tell me, right?”

“Okay.” She sucked in a breath as he moved closer, the tip of his cock pressing into her, thick and hot and smooth. Oh, he was so big, bigger than his fingers, that was for sure.
But it’s Jake.
She was finally about to get Jake’s cock inside her.

He thrust a little more, just nudging into her, and the vibrator purred secretly in her ass, the tail brushing her ass, sending waves of guilty pleasure through her as his cock pressed in on the other side of her vaginal wall.

“Your tail tickles,” he muttered. “My pretty pony.”

Then he surged the rest of the way in, and she moaned as he filled her so tightly she could feel her labia stretching to take him, feel the coarse hair on his groin rubbing her sore ass cheeks. She was full of Jake, full of his domination.

He stilled, leaning over her. “Jesus, you’re tight.” His voice sounded as if he were forcing it through clenched teeth. “Too tight with the vibrator?”

Tell the truth, Carlie.
She shook her head. “My bottom stings. Where you spanked me.”

He grunted. “I s’pose. Remember how that feels, sub. You deserve a spanking, you’ll get one.”

Then he reached under her, cupped her mons in his hand, found her clitoris and pulled partly out of her, a revelation in itself as his cock raked different nerve endings. “Time to ride my cock. Gonna be a hard gallop. You keep up, now pretty pony, or I’ll have to get out my crop.”

She believed him. But he felt so good as he delved back in, filling her so hard and tight, rubbing against the vibrator with each long, hard thrust of his cock, that Carlie could only answer with a moan of pleasure.

“You want the crop?” he asked.

“No,” she said breathlessly. “Just you.”

“Just me,” he promised. “And my hand when I think you need it.”

Jake rode her hard, as promised, and when she was close, her ass and pussy tightening in a dizzy spiral of pleasure, he spanked her lightly, once, twice, three times, on her ass. It stung, but more than that, it reinforced that he was in control of her body, of her pleasure.

“Come now, sub,” he ordered.

With a hoarse scream, Carlie did. She came apart, her pussy spasming around him, bucking and shuddering in his grasp as he rode her through it.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “Your pussy—grabbing me so hard, so sweet. So good, baby.”

Then he stiffened, his hands clamping down on her hips as he came, his cock buried deep inside her. She was afloat in pleasure, his voice and his grip the tether that held her there, safe.

Dimly, she felt him unfastening her ankles, rubbing them gently. The bed sagged as he sank down beside her with a groan, his hand hot and comforting on her back. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“That was good, baby. Wore me out,” he murmured. “See you wore yourself out too. Rest for a minute.”

She sank into sleep, drunk on Jake and pleasure.

She awoke with a frown, wriggling with discomfort. Ugh, something in her ass. She pushed up on one arm, peered over her shoulder and gasped in outrage. She had a tail. A short, brushy pink tail, made of some fine, gleaming fibers that lashed in the air with each movement.

“Bastard,” she muttered. Jake’s idea. Who knew the taciturn weight-lifter and gym owner was so creative?

“You say somethin’, baby?” a deep voice asked behind her.

She whipped around the other way to see Jake leaning up on his elbow on the bed, watching her. He had pulled his jeans back on, but his gorgeous torso and arms were bare. His face was relaxed, his gaze warm. She wanted to crawl onto his lap; she wanted to slap him.

“No,” she said warily.

He lifted his brows. “I think you did. Now for that, here’s what you’re gonna do. Get up and walk across the room for me and look in the mirror.”

Carlie pouted, her cheeks warm. She wanted nothing more than to duck into the bathroom and get rid of the darn tail. Flush it down the toilet.

But Jake waited, and Submissive Carlie nodded eagerly on her shoulder.
Let’s do it. We want to please Jake. He’s so strong, and so hot.

Modern Carlie rolled her eyes, but Carlie crawled backward off the bed, because she couldn’t very well slide on her bottom with this thing in her ass. Then she walked across the room, feeling the tail swishing her bottom, the smooth barrel of the vibrator rubbing in her ass with every step, and her pussy,
which was sore from his hard penetration, but also from remembered pleasure. She stopped at the mirror and turned back to Jake.

He jerked his chin at the mirror. “Look at yourself in the mirror. A good look, now. See how pretty you look? Your ass red from my hand, a sexy tail, with your tits and pussy bare for me. You are a gorgeous woman, and don’t you forget it.”