The Fire Within (12 page)

“You’ve got a beautiful mouth, Sky. Lips I need to taste all the time. I can’t get enough of you. You tortured me so much, denying me access to you. There were times my water bill left me penniless from all those cold showers.”

“With me around, you’ll be able to save money. We’ll take showers and baths together.”

Jim inhaled a deep breath. His rod throbbed inside her. She wanted to gyrate. Wanted him to make love to her.

“I really should punish you for making me wait so long, Sky. I should punish you real hard.”

“Punish me?” Excitement slithered up her bare back.

“My penis can bring you pleasure, if I want it to. I can also use it to punish.”

Sky gasped as his shaft suddenly pulsated inside her. Her sensitive muscles contracted greedily around his thickness sending an array of pleasant sensations screaming into her womb.

His rod stopped throbbing and her muscles relaxed.

“You son of a bitch!” she gasped. Her pussy ached for more.

“Did you like that?”

“Give me your best shot.” She prodded, eager for him to do it again.

The corners of his lips curled upwards. “You don’t scare easy do you?”

“I don’t have time to be scared, not with your massive punishing tool pulsing inside me. Go ahead, let’s see what you’re made of.”

He chuckled, and then nipped on her bottom lip again. With his tongue he laved the tender bite he’d inflicted earlier. Her flesh sizzled wherever he touched and she shivered. His face curled into the curve her neck and he kissed her there, a feather light kiss she loved. To her surprise, he unexpectedly nipped her hard. Pain sizzled through her neck. She tried to squirm away but his cock held her in place.

“Son of a bitch,” she whispered again.

He grinned and winked. “A birthday hickie for the birthday gal. Happy Birthday, Sky.”

For crying out loud, she’d forgotten today was her birthday!

He shifted the upper part of his body until his chest rested lightly against her nipples. And then his hands were there, covering both her breasts. His palms kneaded, grabbed and sweetly hurt.

Sky shot him a look of surprise at his roughness. His eyes twinkled with enjoyment and he kissed her cheeks with silky caresses. It was a direct contrast to the way his hands groped her breasts and painfully tweaked her nipples.

“You call this punishment?” she hissed, loving everything he was doing to her.

He rolled his hips and his rod grew harder inside her. Her vaginal muscles quivered. He pulled at her nipples and caught her gasp with his warm mouth. Delightful sensations unfurled along her nerve endings as he kissed her. The vibrations grew, and spread. Flames licked her senses and she writhed beneath him.

“That’s it, don’t fight it,” he whispered.

He drew his hands from her breasts. His chest came down on top of hers. A hand slipped between her legs, and she jolted when he pressed a finger against her clit. His roughness made her pant. Made her moan.

Tension zipped through her.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me.”

He didn’t say anything and his hand stilled.

Sky moaned.

No! Don’t stop!

He didn’t move a muscle.

She opened her eyes in time to see the heated expression flare in his eyes. His pulse trembled in his neck as he restrained himself from withdrawing and plunging into her again.

“Please…”

He raised his eyebrows as if surprised by her plea.

“Do you think you’ve been punished enough?”

“Yes! I can’t take it anymore.”

It was all he needed to hear. He withdrew plunged right back into her again and teased all her most sensitive areas with his thickness. He rubbed her clit.

He filled her. He fucked her.

She exploded and convulsed. Pure pleasure seared through her crashing over her in a wondrous tidal wave of lust. She squeezed her eyes tighter. The orgasm shuttered through her and she cried out as ecstasy carried her away.

*****

Sky awoke to sunshine streaming in through the farmhouse windows. At first, she didn’t know where she was and then reality crashed over her in one wonderful breath sucking wave.

Last night, Jim had married her! He’d made love to her at the same time as Loverboy watched. She stretched her legs and winced at the sweet soreness in her vagina. Pushing aside the sheets, she lifted her left arm and gazed at the gold wedding band.

Warmth enveloped her. She was married to a man she loved with all her heart. A man who’d vowed to fuck her every morning.

And it was morning…So? Where was he?

“Jim!” she called out.

No answer.

The farmhouse was quiet. Deserted? Except for a strange tapping sound coming from somewhere. Sky climbed out of bed and searched for her clothes. They were gone again.

Perhaps Jim was playing games and wanted her to go look for him? She could do that. And when she found him…

She wrapped a sheet around her and tiptoed to the open doorway where she peeked out into the hallway.

Silence.  Where was her hubby? Where were all the students? And Loverboy and Carmella?

She walked down the hallway and as she passed the bedrooms she peeked in through the open doorways. All the beds were neatly made. All the rooms were empty. The only sign that anyone had been here were the dozens of unlit candles placed throughout each room.

Downstairs she found a red envelope taped to the inside of the front door.

Dear Sky,

Please find enclosed copies of the wire transfers of the $500,000 into your bank account and another $500,000 dollars into Jim’s personal bank account. Now that you are married you can combine your assets. You are both are millionaires. It is up to you if you consider this money as a wedding gift or a bribe.

On the player in the living room you will find three tapes.

One tape is of your trigasm escapade with Jim. One is of your wedding. One shows Jim finger fucking you at Sex Squad Headquarters. These are not the only copies. After viewing them, I trust you will remain silent about the Sex Slave Courses.

If you choose not to remain silent, you will not have the Chief’s blessing. It has already been added to your records that you were instructed not to engage in any sexual activity during this assignment. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. With those three tapes and the bribe, that’s four Sex Strikes against you.

Should you break your silence the tapes and the bank receipts will be released to the Sex Squad High Commission. Rest assured the High Commission will ensure your silence. Compliments of me. 

Sky’s stomach dropped as if she were on an elevator. She’d believed in the Three Sex Strikes and Life policy that was enforced at work. Anyone breaking the Sex rules, one of which was no sex during work hours, had only three chances. When they had three strikes it was off to Sex State Prison for life. Life without sex. Life without Jim.

Jim and she had enough strikes to put them away forever.

She’d voted for the Three Sex Strikes and Life Policy herself. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she’d end up having the law used against her in such a way.

Sky cursed softly. Could she trust Loverboy to not release those tapes? It would be in his best interest not to. If he did release them he’d be dragged into the fray. Attention was the last thing Loverboy wanted, especially since he was training Sex Slaves without the government’s permission.

Sky nodded at that last thought. Yes, Loverboy would keep quiet. And so would they. No need to get too upset with all this trouble hanging like a guillotine over their heads.

Unbidden came a vision of Jim. Of how he had made her scream last night. She could still remember the rough feel of his callused thumb as he’d frantically kneaded her clit. She remembered the way the round, smooth tip of his massive cock had thrust in and out of her without mercy. He had just about driven her crazy as she convulsed with the several orgasms he’d given her last night. She didn’t think she could have had so many.

Obviously, Jim knew how to make love to a woman. And he’d show her so much more of what he was made of on their honeymoon, she was sure of that.

She glanced out the front door’s small window. No cars or trucks were in the driveway. Loverboy and everyone else had fled.

No use wearing her toga sheet anymore. She dropped it to the floor and headed into the living room.

The tapes were set on top of the player. All were clearly marked.

Sky studied them and sighed. They’d have to keep these tapes safe and away from prying eyes. She’d have to trust Loverboy to keep his copies safe too.

Dammit! It wasn’t the greatest feeling knowing you were set up. But they would survive. They would love each other every day and Jim had promised to fuck her every morning…

That insistent tapping started again. It was coming out of the heating vent and there was a pattern.

Morse Code? Someone was sending her a message?

In the basement
.
Help
.

Where was the basement?

She scanned the living room. Aside from Loverboy’s office door, she didn’t see any other doors.

Heart pounding, Sky raced into the kitchen and froze. One section of the kitchen wall was pushed aside revealing a secret door.

Turning the doorknob, Sky opened the door to discover a steep staircase, which disappeared into a dimly lit hall. The tapping continued with the same insistent message.

It had to be from Jim. They’d done something to him. They’d hurt him some way.

Terror rushed through her and she couldn’t run down the stairs fast enough. When she reached the bottom, she became overwhelmed at all the doors. Gathering her senses she counted three doors on each side of the hallway. The last one to the right was open. Racing down the hallway, Sky peered in.

And gasped at the sight.

Chapter Eight

Sky’s new hubby lay on a table. Legs and arms spread eagle and strapped down. He had a ball gag in his mouth, which prevented him from speaking. As she entered, relief soaked his brown eyes.

“They had to tie you down to keep you from running out on me?” she asked.

A chuckle escaped around the ball gag. Circling the table, she examined the sleek muscles of his chest, the tight ripples over his flat stomach and she smiled at Jim’s thick vein riddled cock.

“Did they tie you up down here?”

His eyes widened and he moved his head, but she couldn’t tell if it was a nod or a shaking of the head as a restraint held his head relatively still.

“Where you being a bad boy?”

He rolled his eyes as if pissed off at the question.

“I get the feeling you came upon them leaving?”

Again, a movement, which should could not understand.

“Well, they’re gone now and we’re all alone. So, that makes it possible for me to have my way with you.”

The instant her fingers curled around his cock, he moaned. His shaft thickened and grew.

“We’re free to carry on with our honeymoon.” Sky said as she trailed the tips of her fingers up one side of his quickly hardening shaft, over his flushed cockhead and then down the other side.

He wiggled beneath her touch, his cute lips tightening around the ball gag.

“You like this do you?” she teased.

Another innocuous head movement.

“Is that shake of your head a yes? Or a no?” Sky ran her finger back up over his bulging cockhead.

He shuddered.

“I’ll have to believe you’ve nodded a yes, that you do enjoy this.”

She bent over until she was face to face with his rigid member and Sky remembered how his cock had throbbed inside her last night. Now it was her turn to give back to her husband a little of what she’d experienced while handcuffed to the bed and then later when he’d taken her so hard.

Payback was going to be a bitch. She smiled and licked her lips in anticipation.

In one open mouthed thrust, she slid her lips over his flushed cockhead. He groaned loudly at the hot assault. He was hard and pulsed against her lips and his hips bucked, shoving him deeper into her mouth.

Sky pursed her lips and began to suck, ever so gently. He moaned a tight, wild sound that sent tingles of excitement shimmering through her. She sucked harder. Jim’s hips convulsed and she tasted his pre-come in her mouth.

She liked the taste of him. Liked the taste of man-strength. She sucked harder, and flicked her tongue down along his stiff shaft. His cock tensed. He was ready to come. She stopped and lifted her head. He groaned a growl of protest.

Hmm, how long should she stall him before he became angry enough to give her a good fucking? Oh heck, a little torture was good for a man and his penis.

“How did you make that tapping sound anyway?” she asked.

A furious mumble escaped from around the ball gag.