She's All Tied Up: Club 3, Book 2 (37 page)

He held up his hand, and she gasped as she saw what he held. A small silvery object, smooth and flared at one end, and a bottle of lube. “Promised you something in your ass next time I spanked you,” he said. “Didn’t I?”

“Yes, Jake,” she whispered. Her ass tightened in protest. Then she frowned at him. “Wait, wait.
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. If you’ve never brought a woman here, why do you have that?”

“Fair question. Deserves the truth. Because I knew I wanted you here and that I wanted to be ready. So I’ve been doing some shoppin’.”

She stared. “You went shopping for that?” She tried to imagine him picking it out and paying for it.

His eyes twinkled. “Internet, baby. There’s some reputable sites online. A dom can find anything he wants. Lotta women shop there too, from the selection of vibrators.” He raised his brows at her. “Any more questions?”

Carlie wanted to ask what else he had in that drawer. Or maybe not. She shook her head.

“Then come here, and let me put it in you. Then we’ll get your punishment out of the way.”

Slowly, part of her longing to whirl and dash from the room, and part of her trembling with a strange excitement, Carlie knelt on the bench beside him and then lay over his lap. The cool air and his heated gaze caressed her naked ass, presented for him.

“Up a little more, baby.” He cupped her hips with his hands, warm and calloused, and showed her exactly where he wanted her, with her thighs over his, her knees barely touching the bench and braced on her elbows, her hair falling around her face.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered.

The bastard laughed, his warm hand caressing her bare ass and squeezing the fullness of one cheek. “You know why, sub. Because you need it. Need to know who’s in charge, and that I’m gonna take care of everything.”

He stroked down into the crevice between her ass cheeks, his fingertips delving teasingly into her wetness. He traced her opening and then stopped.

“Now ask me sweet, baby.”

“Ask you what?” For mercy?

He smacked her, just hard enough to sting. “You know what for. Ask.”

She groaned, even as her pussy clenched with excitement. Then she gave in to his stronger will and to her own need. “Please, um, put that thing in me.”

“It’s an acorn,” he said helpfully. “Small one, ’cause I don’t wanna hurt you…too much. Bought it just for you, baby. So ask me for your acorn.”

She hung her head, pressing her forehead into the smooth wood of the bench, hiding her hot face, even though she couldn’t hide from her dom. “Please put my acorn in me.”

He smacked her again, in a different spot, and harder. “Where, sub?”

“In my ass.” She was going to kill him, slowly, for this. And she was never letting him fuck her again.

She jerked as cool lube drizzled between her cheeks. Then he stroked it over the tight ring of muscle, and heat twined through her from his touch on the sensitive, forbidden place. This was so much naughtier here than it had been at the club. It was broad daylight, and this was his home, his bedroom, not a place that had been built and decorated for kink.

“All right,” he said, one hand flat on the small of her back, warm and soothing. “Here it comes, baby. Press back against it, that’s right. Good girl.”

Pressure, discomfort until she did as he said and pressed back, letting the body of the acorn inside. Then it popped past the ring of muscle and it was in, the flared head keeping it in place. She wriggled, adjusting to the stretch and the tingle the intrusion sent through her pussy.

Jake stroked her over her upturned ass and down her thighs. “Damn, that’s pretty, baby. Gonna be even prettier when your ass is nice and pink.”

He pressed down more firmly on her back and then smacked her hard with his other hand. Carlie jerked and let out a squeak of shock. It stung, and when her muscles tightened, her ass clenched around the acorn. She felt too full there, but her pussy felt empty.

“That’s right,” he said. “Keeps you from tightening up. Makes you feel every one.”

He spanked her again, again and again, in a new spot each time. None of the smacks were very painful, but they came in quick, stinging succession. With each one, the acorn sent sensation rocketing through her until Carlie felt as if she were going to implode—bad or good, she wasn’t even sure.

Fire built under her skin and in her pussy until she was whimpering. “Jake, stop—please. I can’t—I need—”

She clutched at his leg, hard and dusted with hair. He grunted as her short nails dug into his skin and bent sideways, leaning on his elbow to brush her hair aside and peer into her face. “You ready to come, baby?”

How had he known? She cast him a wild look and found his gaze waiting, full of such knowing tenderness that tears filled her eyes. She nodded, biting her lip.

“All right.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and stroked between her ass cheeks, thrusting his fingers into her pussy. As his forearm and wrist brushed her stinging bottom, and his calloused fingers delved into her pussy, she whimpered.

“It’s okay,” he soothed. “I’ll give you what you need, baby.”

He pressed the acorn with the heel of his hand as he stroked deeper in her pussy, this time with three fingers. The pressure, combined with his insistent stroking, was irritating and delicious at the same time.

“Jake,” she whimpered.

He found her G-spot, and Carlie pushed up into his touch. “That’s it,” he urged. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby, while the acorn fucks your sweet ass.”

“Jake. Oh my God. Jake.” She came, her body spasming as she rode his fingers into a hard, sweet orgasm that left her lying over his lap, limp with pleasure.

“Hold on,” he said. “Let me get this out.” He used a tissue to deal with the acorn, lifted her up in his arms and moved her to the bed, turning her onto her back, her head on the pillows. “Now you can thank me,” he said, pressing a hard, swift kiss to her mouth.

“Thank you, Jake.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Carlie dragged her heavy eyes opened as he opened the front fastener of her bra, and stripped it off her. She smiled at him, enjoying his gaze on her bare breasts and the caress he gave each one.

Then he lifted her hands over her head on the pillows. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Not what I’m doing,” he said. “What you’re gonna do for me.” He placed her hands on the heavy, smooth crossbar of the spindle headboard. “Hang on there, and don’t move your hands. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded, curving her hands round the smooth wood. That was easy. “Yes, Jake.”

He gave her a look that sent a shiver of nerves over her skin. “Good. ’Course if you don’t, I have rope and cuffs. I can tie you up if needed.”

“You do?” He had a lot of supplies in that drawer of his.

He stood to unfasten his shorts, revealing his erect cock in all its splendor. “Baby, this is me. ’Course I do.” He looked her over. “You sure you can hang on by yourself?”

She nodded quickly.

“Good.” Then he knelt on the bed, put his hands on her knees and pushed her knees gently but firmly apart. Far apart and back, so that she was completely open and bared to him.

He sat back on his knees, his gaze dropping as he palmed his cock, stroking himself. Carlie realized with horror that he was admiring all that the pose revealed, which was pretty much everything. She made a small sound of protest, her knees moving inward. His gaze flew to hers, his eyes narrowed.

“Told you not to move. Guess I’ll have to tie you up.”

“No, I’ll be good,” she promised instantly. “I will.”

He considered this, head cocked to one side. “Whatever I want?”

Oh dear. “Yes, Jake.” And somehow, saying the words aloud relaxed her, made her realize she wanted to please him, wanted him to have what he wanted from her. She smiled at him. “Whatever you want.”

His gaze warmed. “That’s my baby. What I want right now is to eat your pussy. Then I’m gonna fuck you hard. Then later I’m gonna fuck that sweet, dirty mouth of yours.”

She nodded eagerly, and he smiled wryly as he came down into her arms. “Changed my mind. Gotta get inside you now. Gonna fuck you first, then the rest later. Now kiss me.”

She did, and kept on kissing him as he carefully put his cock in her and slid deep, checking with each nudge deeper to see if she was still okay. Then he fucked her, as only Jake could do, deep and strong, his powerful body covering her, holding her captive and safe until they both came, together.

Afterward, Carlie lay under Jake, her body and mind humming with satisfaction.

He roused himself and raised his head from the pillow beside her head.

“You sure about this, baby?” he asked, his voice serious now. “Told you I like bein’ in control. Know I’m also a hard-ass. You sure you’re ready to take that on?”

“As long as you handle me with care,” she whispered. “Like you are now.” Then suddenly, tears welled up as she contrasted the sweetness of the evening with the past several days.

She tried to be quiet, tried to keep her breathing even, but Jake stiffened. He tipped his head to peer into her face and drew his thumb across her cheek. It came away wet.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, but the tears welled faster.

“Talk to me,” he murmured. “Gotta tell me. You want me off…gone?”

“No.” She held on to him.

“Too heavy for you,” he insisted.

“You’re not.”

But he levered himself off her, turned her onto her back and yanked the sheet up over them.

He leaned on one elbow and used a corner of the sheet to dab at her wet cheeks, brushing her hair back from her face.

“Talk to me, Carlie.”

She took a shaky breath, flexing her fingers in the plush firmness of his muscle as she struggled for the courage to be honest. Because what was the point of hiding now?

“Jake, I need to know that you’ll never turn on me like that again. You shoved me away—verbally, but still—in front of our friends. If I let you in and you do that again, it will be so much worse.” She looked up into his eyes. “You could break my heart.”

His eyes closed; his jaw tightened. He slid his arm around her, pulling her close to his side, his leg crooking over hers. He leaned his forehead on hers.

“I’d die before I hurt you, or let anyone else hurt you, ever again. I know you don’t trust that. It’s gonna take time. Just know you have my word. And I’ll never quit proving it until you believe me.”

His sincerity rang in every word, in his grip on her, in the way he cupped the side of her head in his big hand, his thumb caressing her cheek. It was the hold of a man who had no intention of letting go. It felt wonderful.

“Ditto,” she whispered. “I’m not your mom, Jake. I’m not the kind of woman to cheat on you.”

“Know that, baby. Shines in you. You got a true heart.”

That was so sweet, her eyes filled with tears again. “You have a true heart too, Jake. Yes, you do. I’ve seen you at the gym. Those kids who work for you would jump off the roof if you asked them to.”

He gave her a look that said he didn’t believe her but appreciated that she thought so. “Guess I better not ask, then.”

“And Dack and Trace love you too,” she added. “In a purely manly way, I mean.”

“We’re brothers. Partners. Do anything for them.” His gaze heated. “I’d do anything for you, Carlie. Even change for you.”

“Oh,” she breathed. “I don’t want you to change for me, Jake. Just take care with me.”

He kissed her. “I’ll give this my best shot, baby—not hurtin’ you, I mean. Got a temper, though. Sometimes I say shit.”

They were quiet for a minute, both knowing that was true. “Maybe we need another word,” she blurted.

“Huh?” He lifted his head and peered into her face.

“Like the safe words,” she said. “Only, for when we’re not at the club. And if I say it, you know you’re going too far.”

“If we do, you gonna use it?” he asked. “Baby, gotta tell you, you need to toughen up.”

“What do you mean?” Hurt laced her voice.

Jake moved, levering himself off to the side and urging her onto her back, with him leaning over her, his hand cradling the side of her head, tipping her face up to him.

“That night. When I was an asshole. You know what you should’ve done? Let me have it right back, both barrels.”

She stared at him, her mouth open. He was echoing her own realization, but she hadn’t expected him to agree with her.

“I mean it,” he insisted. “Here, let’s go. If I said that to you now, what would you say?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Baby,” he said, snapping her gaze to his. “You gonna tell me you didn’t go over that in your head later and come up with a thousand things you wish you’d said? Wouldn’t be human if you didn’t.”

“Well, yes.”

“Okay. Say ’em, now.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

“Fine.” She blew out a breath. “I wanted to say, um, ‘Don’t talk to me that way. And—and who is that woman, anyway? You knew I was coming tonight to be with you, so what is she doing hanging on you? And what’s your hand doing on her ass?’”