THE PLEASURE OF HIS PUNISHMENT : THE COMPLETE COLLECTION (10 EROTIC SEX STORIES OF SEXUAL SUBMISSION) (19 page)

Brody stood and came to stand directly in front of her.   He put his hand behind her head and brought her mouth to his with his powerful grip.   

Jenna was dumbfounded and she couldn’t move, couldn’t think.  In all of the years that she and Brody had been friends,  he had never done anything remotely sexual…and this kiss was definitely sexual and raw. Her shock prevented her from resisting or responding. 

Brody nibbled at her lips, stroking his tongue over her closed mouth.  Jenna could smell his wonderful, musky scent of sweat, leather, horse and...man.  Brody's scent, a fragrance that had always been uniquely his and one that she would recognize even if she were blindfolded.   

His mouth felt so good on hers that she opened to let his tongue invade her.  Her arms crept up around his neck and she started meeting his tongue, stroke for stroke.  Oh God...she knew she shouldn't be doing this.  This was Brody.  Her childhood friend.  But she couldn't resist his passionate embrace.  It was the hottest kiss she had ever experienced and the man could kiss with a devouring intensity. 

He finally broke off the fervent embrace and told her, "Take off your clothes, Jenna.  I want my forfeit.  Now."

"Brody...we can't do this...,"  she told him in a shaky voice. 

"We are doing this darlin'.  Right here.  Right now."  His statement ended in a growl.

He starting unbuttoning her shirt, yanking it from her cut-off jean shorts.  He got impatient and yanked about half way through the job, letting buttons fly across the room.  He pulled the shirt down her arms effortlessly, letting it join his on the floor. 

"Brody, no!"  She tried to push him away.

He grabbed her around the waist with one arm while the other hand went up to caress her small, pert breast.  He stroked through the flimsy material of her bra, soothing and pinching her nipple, making her bite her lip from the combination of pleasure and pain.  He expertly unhooked the front opening of her bra to get direct access to her breasts and didn't hesitate to lower his mouth to her other breast, stroking his tongue over the surface and narrowing in on her nipple, laving and pulling with his teeth and tongue. 

Jenna let out an involuntary moan.  Her panties dampened as she relished the feel of his hot mouth and hand on her breasts. 

"Oh, God.  Brody, we have to stop.  This isn't right.  You can't do this," she told him as she tried to push away from his relentless persuasion, caught between panic and desire.   

"No, Jenna.  No stopping.  This is my forfeit and it’s something that should have happened a long time ago.  It's what I want."  He was demanding.  His hand stroked down to play between her thighs, stroking her pussy over her jean shorts, while his mouth continued the assault on her breasts. 

"I don't want this, Brody.  Please!,"  she begged him with a trembling voice, knowing she was lying.  She wanted this.  Wanted him.  She was just terrified what would happen to their friendship, unable to imagine a life without Brody.  He was the most important person in her life other than her parents.   

Jenna continued to try to push him away, but his big body made a mockery of her struggles.  He subdued her protests easily as he reached for the zipper of her jean shorts.  He flipped the button with one hand, lowering the zipper, slipping his hand into her panties, stroking her wet slit with his big, callused hand.  

"You're so hot and wet, Jenna,"  He whispered roughly.  He picked her up and dropped her on the bed. 

Oh God.  She had to get away.  This had gone too far.  She couldn't do this. 

She tried to scramble off of the bed, but Brody covered her with his hot, big body. While his weight and one arm restrained her, he pulled her shorts and panties down her legs and off,  letting gravity drop them soundlessly to the carpeted floor.  He grabbed her bra, which was now dangling from one of her arms and placed her hands over her head.  He tied her hands together with the stretchy material. 

Jenna couldn't believe it.  Her best friend in the world had done this to her.  She was nude, hands tied over her head and spread out on his bed like a sacrifice.  Tears sprung to her eyes.  Brody.  Her best friend.  The man she thought would never betray her. 

"Brody...why are you doing this?  Please stop," she pleaded with him tearfully, confused,  her body aroused.   

"You need it.  You want it.  You just don't want to admit it,"  he told her quietly."

He ran his hands over her body possessively.  His mouth and tongue trailed from her neck to her breasts, laving her pebble hard nipples and making his way to her stomach.  He parted her legs with his strong hands even as she tried to keep them together. 

She knew what was coming and she shivered with anticipation and anxiety. 

This shouldn't be happening.  "Brody, please."   Was she begging him to stop…or continue?  

She felt his callused fingers abraded along her slit, stroking her soaking wet pussy.  His thumb narrowed in on her clit, rotating slow, torturous circles on the sensitive bud.  He teased and tormented her until she wanted to scream, all of her thought focused on that one, needy area.

"You thinking about Tom right now, sweetheart?," Brody questioned in a low, deep drawl that was heavy with passion and lust. 

"Nooo,"  she answered him, writhing and grinding her hips, trying to orgasm.  The fact that she needed to climax, needed Brody to bring her to completion, was her only thought. 

"I have to taste you, Jenna.  I want to make you come harder than you ever have before."  He inserted two fingers into her hot channel, fucking her with them in a slow, controlled rhythm. 

Jenna groaned and her pussy flooded again.  Just the thought of his hot, wet tongue in her pussy was making her wild with need.  He was making her into a human flame that was hungry for oxygen so that she could completely combust. 

"I'm thinking you like this forfeit, Jenna.  Do you?"  His husky voice demanded an answer. 

"Yes,” she panted, no longer able to deny it.   “But I need to come, Brody,"  she cried, trying to grind her pussy into his hand,  not wanting to protest.  Her best friend had mastered her body and now it was demanding relief.  

"Ask me to lick your pussy.  Say my name.  Know that it's me you're with,"  he commanded.

Her control was gone.  Every thought was centered on Brody and his command of her body.  "Yes, Brody.  Yes.  Please lick my pussy.  I need you."  She was completely shameless now.  All she wanted was his tongue and mouth on her.   

"Good girl,"  he crooned as he stood up to the side of the bed to divested himself of his jeans and briefs. 

Holy. Shit. As his cock sprang free, Jenna couldn’t hold back a gasp.  He was big, long, wide and standing up as hard as a stone.  Her buddy had been hiding a package that she couldn’t even have imagined.  She bit back a groan at the thought of having him deep inside of her.  He would fill her like no man ever had.  She knew her eyes were big and round, an expression of awe on her face.  "It's...you're...huge."

He shot her a wicked grin.  "Never had a real man inside of you, Jenna?  I’ll take care of that."

He crawled back between her legs, his hands coming up to stroke and play with her breasts.  She was so aroused that his touch went straight to her pussy. 

Brody lowered his head and stroked his tongue up the inside of her thighs. He released her breasts and let his hands stroke over her legs as his tongue reached her pussy lips.  He leisurely licked from her asshole to clit, stroking her with his agile tongue.  He teased, stroked and nipped at her tortured pussy, causing her to squirm in frustration. 

"Brody, damn it, make me come,"  she panted out to him and she tried to grind her hips harder against his mouth. 

She thought she heard a strangled laugh as he brought his hand up to slide two fingers into her steaming entrance.  He groaned as he slid his fingers inside of her, the vibrations against her clit nearly making her orgasm. 

She thrashed as he pumped her with his fingers and his mouth and tongue started a rapid stroke and nip to her clit. 

She was hot, burning up from the master stroking and nipping of her bud that was now hypersensitive from being toyed with over and over.  She moaned, inhibitions and shame leaving her mind and body.  At this moment, Brody owned her.  He was possessing her and she reveled in it.  She needed and wanted this man.  In
every
way. 

Her orgasm started, her body trembling and her muscles starting to spasm over Brody's fingers.  He continued his relentless stroking, driving her higher, her body quaking endlessly.  She sobbed her release, out of control, never having known such sublime pleasure. 

As she fell slowly back to earth, Brody continued to lick her juices, lapping at her pussy like it was fine wine.   

When he finished, he sat up on his haunches and just stared at her with an intense, dark, hungry look of a starving man who was staring at a feast. 

"You look so beautiful.  Like a woman that's just been satisfied.  You look flushed and wild.  Hot and sexy."  His drawl was strong, his voice unsteady.  "I love the way you look in my bed, with that flaming red hair spilling over my pillow.” 

"It's auburn,"  she told him with a sigh, the words an automatic response. 

He shook his head. "It's red all over."  He stroked her muff, absently playing with her.   

He leaned down and kissed her, his mouth rough and passionate.  She met his tongue stroke for stroke,  lust rising inside her again swiftly.  She could feel his chest hair abrading her breasts, teasing her nipples. 

She finally pulled her mouth from his. "Untie me, Brody.  I want to touch you.  I want to stroke your big cock," she choked out, getting hot from the feel of his body, the smell of him, his nimble fingers.

"Not this time, sweetheart.  Just looking at you this way makes me want to explode. You're mine.  Helpless to do anything but feel,"  His voice broke as he leaned down and whispered, his breath warm in her ear, "I can't wait to fuck that sweet pussy.  I want my cock deep inside of you.  It's going to be a tight fit, but I want to give you a hard, hot ride so that you forget any other man except me." 

"Oh God,"  she panted.  "Brody, yes." 

She need him so badly.  She wanted that huge, hard cock giving her the ride of her life. 

He grabbed his monstrous shaft in one hand, teasing her pussy with the bulbous head.  "Tell me that you want me, Red.  Tell me that you need my cock.  Let me know that you know who's fucking you,"  he ordered in a deep, silky voice, overflowing with passion and need. 

"Oh, Brody.  Please fuck me.   Fuck me hard and fast.  Please,"  she begged him as she pushed her hips up, entreating him to enter.   

Satisfied, he thrust, burying himself into her hungry channel.   They both moaned as he slid hard and deep, embedded tightly in her flesh.  He was still for brief moment as he shuddered, his cock being squeezed by her tight muscles. 

Jenna thrashed, pulling against her restrained arms and hands.  "Fuck me, Brody." 

As though he could no longer keep his control, he started sliding in and out of her, gliding roughly over her tender g-spot, filling her over and over.  Her legs wrapped around his waist, her feet resting on his rock hard ass.  They moved together urgently, skin slapping skin.  Incoherent moans filled the air as they moved higher and higher together, hard and fast, their sweaty skin sliding together erotically as they strained toward release. 

Brody groaned and lifted her legs onto his shoulders and started to hammer into her, his hips strongly pummeling as he grabbed her ass to meet his demanding thrusts. 

Her orgasm exploded this time like a meteor striking the earth.  She detonated full force, flying apart with startling speed, her spasms hard and strong. Brody groaned and she knew he was going to come, the clench and release on his cock sending him over the edge.  He thrust one last time and stayed deep, spurting into her womb with a tortured groan.