Swapped (4 page)

“Not behaving sexually with anyone else. Not becoming involved in that.” He gestured toward the screen. “Your nudity, your submission, your body…” He cupped me. “Your pussy. They’re all mine. No one gets to see them—or touch them—but me.”

“My husband…” I started, although I had already decided Tom would never touch me again.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Jayson snarled. His hands tightened on me, and I wondered if he were afraid that I’d go running home to Tom at the first opportunity.

“No, he doesn’t,” I agreed. “Bringing me here was a dick move. All he wanted was to screw someone else, and he didn’t give a fuck if he threw me to the wolves.” I glanced at Jayson through my lashes. “No offense and excuse my language.”

Jayson was a bit of a wolf, I supposed, but not in the awful gang-rape way I’d alluded to in my statement.

“He’ll never be with you again,” he said.

“You’ve got that right.” I took a deep breath. “I guess, I can’t be completely pissed at him. I slept with someone else, too.”

“That’s different.” Jayson growled again, and in this less intense moment, it did weird twisty things to my middle. My body contracted, warming and tightening as I readied for him again. My pussy tingled, and I was sure I was getting wetter, but with our mixed releases who knew if that were true.

I wondered how my fucking Jayson was different from Tom screwing Sizzy. We were married but each having sex with someone not our spouse. How was that different?

“He set you up,” Jayson continued, seeming to read my thoughts. “He has every intention of taking you home and treating you poorly again until he finds someone else to fuck again, until he puts you in this situation again. Those people out there?” He jerked his head to indicate the screen that seemed to be filled with undulating bodies. All clothes were gone now; everyone was screwing—if it were my living room, the furniture would be burned before I went back to the room. “Every one of them is into this, into swapping. They know what they’re getting when they come here. They consent to it. They want it. You didn’t know. I’m guessing you would have stayed faithful to Tom’s bed and unhappy until your dying hour.”

His hand came up, palming my breast, and I groaned, leaning back on him, my head beside his, while I submitted my body to him. My eyes closed as his fingers worked my tight nipple between his long fingers. Sensation jolted to my pelvis when he pinched, but I didn’t move a muscle otherwise. I was his to do with as he pleased tonight. I’d accepted that.

“You’ll never endure him again. You were made for this,” he rasped. “You were made to be mine, not that snake’s.”+s">“Noear

Suddenly, Everything inside me stilled, though my pleasure didn’t subside. “You have Sizzy,” I protested.

“No,” he murmured against my ear, the sound so dark and possessive it scared me. “I have you. Sizzy is a call girl I hire for these occasions.”

“But Tom knew her.”

Jayson shrugged. “She’s been around. I made sure he’d assume she’s my wife. He’s been here before when she’s been. The team comes here to play, but I don’t join in—other than watching. They know that, and they also know this is the last party.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Don’t you?” he asked. He turned our bodies so my back was to the cushions and he was over me. His knees pushed open my legs, and he settled between. “You’re a smart woman. I would think it’s quite obvious. I want you, and I’m taking you from that stupid jackass.”

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Chapter Four

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Fuck…
” Jayson groaned between clenched teeth, his hips pistoning in and out of me. “Fuck, do you know how good you feel? The way you squeeze me… I could fuck this tight little cunt for hours.” His lips brushed my ear, his warm breath wafting over my temple as he rasped. “How would you like that? My cock filling you until you don’t remember what it was like not to have me inside you? Until you’re empty, missing a part of you, when I’m not there?”

I couldn’t speak as his dirty words stole my breath. I knew he had to feel the way I reacted to them. My pussy clamped around him, his talk turning me on. Tom never spoke this way. He never said a word during sex unless it was to redirect my position, as if I’d inconvenienced him by not knowing how he wanted me.

Jayson, on the other hand, seemed to be taking immense pleasure in my body. Maybe, it was the situation, the newness of having me, the allure of the swapping, I didn’t know. All I knew was that he stared down at me as if I were the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen. As if fucking me fulfilled every goal he’d ever held. toward the t rem;
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He was fulfilling plenty of mine.

“Play with your nipples,” he told me as he propped himself over me on his powerful arms. The muscles in his forearms stood out while we fucked. I’d never seen a more beautiful man.

Without hesitation, I lifted my hands to my breasts. My eyes never left Jayson’s as I cupped the mounds, gently squeezing my hands upward. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I offered them to him. Knowing I had to obey, I worked my fingers toward the crinkled peaks. Lightning shot to my core, making my clit tingle each time I teased the taut buds and a cry spilled from my lips.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he groaned. “Pinch them for me. Oh yeah, like that. Harder. Christ it makes your cunt clamp down more when you do that. Don’t stop…!”

Not with a reaction like that. I’d do whatever he wanted if it made him happy. I gave the tips a little twist, gasping at the fire that strung through me.

“Jayson,” I moaned, lost on the flood of furious sensation rushing through me.

His eyes darkened with sensual intention. “Is that what you call me?”

“Master,” I panted. “Master.” I didn’t want another punishment. I wanted more of this unbelievable fucking.

His hips rotated as he ground into me, his pubis pressing into my sensitive clit. I lifted into him, wrapping my legs around his lean waist and opening more fully to the pounding. I cupped one breast again, while the other continued rolling and twisting the pink tip.

“Please suck me…Master,” I begged. He’d reduced me to being his slave. I’d do whatever he wanted. I’d be whatever he wanted. Tonight, I was his.

As the thought of leaving him crossed my mind, I turned my head to hide my thoughts. Everyone said I was an open book, and I didn’t want him reading it. I just wanted him pounding my cunt and giving me the best sex of my life.

Opening my mouth, I sucked on the pulse point of his wrist. Jayson grunted and drove harder into my sodden passage. The moisture from my arousal and release and his cum splashed onto my thighs as the wet sound of our mating couple with our groans and cries.

I canted my hips, increasing the friction as I bit him.

“Fuck!” Jayson yelled, surging forward one last time then freezing deep inside me while his body shook, emptying his seed into my spasming pussy. Colors exploded before my eyes. I rolled my head back and stared up at him through the haze. He’d thrown back his own head and the veins in his neck seemed to stand out as he came. His warm brown skin called to me, and though my climax still pulsed through me making me mindless, I had to get closer to him. Pushing up, I hooked my elbow around his neck and pressed my lips to his dark satiny flesh. I latched onto his nipple and drew, tasting his salty flavor as he quaked.

Almost violently, he pulled me from him and pressed me back to the couch. His mouth sealed over mine, kissing me with an out of control torrent of passion. His cock started a rapid in-and-out I wouldn’t have thought possible as he fucked me hard, pushing me toward another orgasm. This time, he had me pinned beneath him. His hands clasped mine tightly, and he pressed me down, taking my body, giving me no quarter to do anything but receive his cock over and over in my throbbing pussy. I wailed into his mouth. Overw,” I whisperedid’lhelmed. Overtaken.

I didn’t have the kind of stamina he did, but that didn’t matter while he fucked me relentlessly, his cock staying hard longer than I would have thought—or maybe it had soften slightly but got hard again as he moved. He just never stopped. It was as if he needed to brand me and make me his, to erase any trace that Tom had ever been there.

He’d already done that. I’d never be with Tom again, and when I thought of sex, it would be Jayson’s face I’d see and the sensation of Jayson’s wide cock that I’d remember. This night would forever be emblazoned across my being. I might not be in his bed, but he would indeed own me.

“You feel so good, I never want to stop,” he panted in my ear.

“Then don’t,” I begged, though we both knew it was an impossibility.

“I’ll hurt you if I don’t give you a break,” he laughed, “but I want one more orgasm. Can you come for me, baby? Give me your screams one more time.”

I whimpered as ribbons of sensation curled into my pelvis and I felt another climax clawing toward the surface. “Yes,” I whispered, closing my eyes and focusing on the feeling.

Jayson’s fingers tightened around my wrists. “Mine,” he rasped in my ear. “You’re all mine.”

I arched beneath him, screaming as he pushed me over the edge.

* * * *

“We should talk,” Jayson said. We’d lain there in silence just holding one another for several minutes. I’d wondered when this was coming. Now was when he’d tell me what a fun evening he’d had—or he wouldn’t and he’d say, “Thanks for the fuck. I’ll see if Tom’s ready to take you home.” His earlier words were hot and had induced a frenzy inside me, but they’d been just that. Words. And words of themselves meant nothing.

“I suppose so,” I replied, struggling to sit up. Where had I left my clothes? I didn’t want to be naked when we had this discussion.

“Hey there,” he protested, tightening his arms. “I didn’t say you could go anywhere. I want you against me. I need to feel you.”

Okay, so he wasn’t quite ready for the goodbye talk yet. I was perfectly content to lie in his arms and listen to his strong heartbeat for the time being. He sat and pulled me up to straddle him then he reached to the side and grabbed his discarded dress shirt. The soft, light-blue fabric slid erotically along my skin when he wrapped it around me and helped me slip my arms into the too-long sleeves. One by one, he rolled up the cuffs to my wrists, his actions seeming tender. My imagination, I was sure.

The open shirtfront covered my breasts and hung loosely between them. Jayson pushed one side out of the way and fastened his lips on the exposed nipple. Gasping, I buried my fingers in his hair. I liked this “talking”. He drew hard on the peak while he pulled backward. The tip popped free, and he laved his tongue over it. I shivered in reaction, my hands landing on his shoulders as I tried to keep my balance over him.

His fingers traced the crinkled areola then he kissed my breast just above the nipple before he drew the shirt back over me.

“Such a beautiful distraction,” he said. He fastened a single button to keep the garment closed, making is seem lik,” I whisperedid’le my body kept him from thinking.

I smiled faintly. No one had called my breasts beautiful in a long time. In fact, as far as my looks went, I was okay with how I looked, but when it came to how I thought men viewed me, my esteem was in the toilet. Tom, I decided again, was an asshole. Whether on purpose or not, he’d been methodically destroying me over the course of our marriage.

“Why did that make you frown?” Jayson asked. I shrugged and he interrupted before I managed a reply. “Tell me the truth. I demand the truth at all times.”

I bit my lip, feeling heat rush up my chest and into my face. I didn’t want to admit my shortcomings. “You’re the only one who says I’m beautiful,” I admitted. “I’m not fishing for you to say it again. It just…struck me, is all.”

He scowled, the fierceness in his eyes frightening me. “Tom’s an imbecile. He should have been telling you how lovely you are every day. Showing you how valuable every hour he was with you.” He lifted my chin with his fingers and peered into my eyes, showing the sincerity in his words. He believed what he was saying. “I won’t be as stupid.”

I licked my bottom lip. “I really don’t need to be…um…stroked that way.”

He grinned, his hand skimming along my thigh to my cunt. His fingertips grazed my slit before one long digit pressed inside to circle my clit. “Oh...I think you need to be stroked,” he said, his touch making my back arched in pleasure. “You need to be stroked a lot, and I’m the Dom to do it. Lift up. Let me inside.”

Obediently, I raised up on my knees. He pushed two long fingers inside me and scraped them over my g-spot. My breath caught as sharp arrows of intense reaction spiked through me. I couldn’t think through it. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to experience everything Jayson could share with me before I returned to my ho-hum life—a life that would now be husbandless too.

“I will never get tired of this sweet cunt,” he muttered while he finger-fucked me.

Breathing hard, I looked down at the hand plundering my pussy. His skin was so dark against my pale skin, and I loved it. I’d always wondered what it would be like with a black man, I’d fantasized about it while I masturbated, but being with Jayson surpassed anything I could have imagined.

“Are you listening?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.” I thrust forward, trying to get more of his fingers.

To my surprise, he pulled his hand free. “No, you’re not.”

Taken aback, I looked up at him.
What?

“I said I have to go into the office tomorrow, but I’ll try to leave early so we can go get your things.”

I blinked, staring at him as I tried to comprehend what he was saying. “What?”

“Tomorrow. We’ll go get your things in the afternoon,” he repeated. He gave me a gentle shake. “Baby, are you okay? You know we need to get your things sometime.”

“I thought—”

He frowned. “I told you you’re mine.”

I shook my head, even as his declaration sent warm tendrils through me. “I’m not a {
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