Wicked Weekend (3 page)

Lauren closed her eyes and grasped her nipples between her fingers. She gently rolled them, plucking them, trying to get them ready.

“Harder. Pinch them harder.”

Lauren winced but obeyed. She handled her nipples roughly. Her entire body throbbed as she played with her breasts.

“There’s a good girl. Maybe these will prove a good deterrent to keep you from behaving like such a little slut.” He reached for her breasts and placed the rubber tong ends over one of her nipples and with his thumb pushed up the slider bar. The clamp bit at her nipple and made her constantly aware of her state of arousal. He quickly applied the other clamp and her breasts throbbed in counterpoint to the pulsing in her lower body.

Lauren looked up at Jay in silent agony. She wanted to come. Her entire being hovered at the pinnacle; it wouldn’t take much to send her over the peak. If he’d just touch her, give her a little relief. He stared back at her with a warm expression, the edges of his lips lifted in a slight smile.

“Good girl.” He rubbed a thumb over her lips. “Good girl.” He bent down and covered her mouth with his, taking her lips in a ravishing kiss. Just when she thought she might come from his kiss alone, he pulled away.

She moaned at the loss.

He patted her cheek and walked away. Lauren watched him go, unable to keep the whimper inside. He grabbed something from the nightstand and sat on the edge of bed again.

“Come.”

For a moment she wasn’t sure if that was a “come here” or a command to orgasm. As she opened her mouth to ask, he pointed at the ground in front of him. With a sigh of relief, she stood uncertainly and walked toward him. She faltered after just two steps. The motion caused her breasts to bounce, making her constrained nipples throb in opposition. Her pussy pulsed in response.

She could do this. God, he looked so hot sitting there with that smug grin on his face. She could tell that he was getting off on her torment. Truth be told, so was she. Release hovered just out of reach. And she knew the only way she was coming was if she followed his directions exactly and let him control her body. Her pussy tingled at the thought.

With renewed determination, she gingerly walked to him, stopping between his knees.

“Good girl.”

She beamed at his praise.

“Kneel down.”

Lauren gritted her teeth at the prospect of jostling her breasts that much but obeyed wordlessly.

“Put this on me. Do not remove my jeans, do not touch anything other than my cock.” He handed her a condom and lay back on his elbows, watching her with an enigmatic expression, his brows lifted.

Lauren took the condom from him and placed it on the ground next to her. Opening his jeans, she reached inside and found him commando. No boxers or briefs barred her from grasping his erection in her hands. His very impressive erection. Holding him in one hand, quite a bit of flesh still rose over the top of her palm. More than anything, she wanted to have that inside her. Somewhere. Anywhere. Preferably from behind while he smacked her still-burning ass. God, she was such a tramp. Never before had she salivated over a guy’s erection. With very little urging, she would happily give him a sloppy blow job. Her pussy creamed even more at the thought.

Focus. She had to focus. The sooner she had him sheathed, the sooner she’d get some relief. She let go of him to grapple with the condom wrapper. When she couldn’t get it open with her blunt fingernails, she tore it open with her teeth. A trickle of satisfaction ran through her at that victory until she turned back to face Jay. She had never done this before. She wasn’t a virgin by any stretch of the imagination but all her previous lovers had taken care of this little step. Taking a deep breath, she tried to look confident as she grasped him in her left hand and placed the rolled-up condom on the head with her right. Vaguely, she remembered a long-forgotten lecture from health class. She pinched the nipple of the condom and rolled the remainder down his very impressive erection. When she finished, she couldn’t help but toss a smug grin at Jay.

“Perfect, kitten.” He placed his hands next to his hips and pushed himself backward until he lay prone on the bed. “Climb aboard. Let’s see how many times we can make you come before I do.”

Lauren resisted the urge to snort. Some women might be able to have multiples, but she wasn’t one of them. Right now she’d be very happy with one. One big one. It wouldn’t take much—she vibrated with sexual tension.

Crawling across the bed, Lauren knelt next to Jay’s hips. She felt like a harem girl called to serve her master. The contrast of her naked skin next to his fully clothed body made her even more aware of her submissive state. He had total control over her, over them, over whatever would happen next.

She swung her leg over his hips, lined him up with her opening and pressed down. She caught her breath as his large cock pierced her slick pussy. It pushed against the walls of her pussy, filling her to brink. She panted, lost in the feeling of him inside her for the first time. When he was buried to the hilt, she paused and looked down at Jay’s face. He stared back at her with undeniable hunger in his eyes. She lifted herself and slid up his cock.

“Stop.”

She froze at his command and whimpered. He wasn’t going to let her come. She was never going to get relief.

“I didn’t say to move, now did I?”

Lauren groaned in reply.

“What was that?” he growled. His hands came up to grip her hips, keeping her locked in place.

“No, sir,” she answered weakly. Lauren tried to listen but she couldn’t stop herself from squeezing the tip of his cock.

Smack!

He slapped her ass before she even realized one of his hands had left her hip. “Now listen to me and stop behaving like a naughty little slut.”

“Please, sir. Please fuck me.”

He chuckled. “That didn’t take long. One stroke and you’re already begging.” He pulled her back down his cock until her pussy kissed the zipper of his jeans. The abrasive sensation drove her wild. But Lauren wanted to move. She needed the friction that would have her coming before she was three strokes in. If she could just—

Smack!

“You need to pay attention.” Jay gave her a stern look and plucked at her distended nipple.

Her nipple burned. Lauren bit her lip to keep a whimper from escaping.

“Are you going to be a good girl? Or are you going to keep acting like a petulant little cunt?”

His dirty talk had her head spinning. Heat shot through her pussy, jolting her. She’d never had anyone talk to her this way before. But the words and his tone made her throb. God, he was good. Could he talk her into an orgasm?

Trying to make him happy, Lauren sat on top of him and didn’t move. She stared into his eyes as they both sat frozen in time.

“There’s a good kitten.” Jay lifted his hand and stroked the side of her face. She practically purred as she leaned into his caress. There was very little she wouldn’t do to make the man happy. His words of praise made her even warmer inside. “I want you to lean back. Arch your back and support yourself on your hands.”

Lauren obeyed. As she stretched back, Jay watched her from beneath hooded eyes with a gaze that didn’t miss anything. She felt so open and exposed, spread before him. Finally, after an endless moment, he reached up and began to play with her clit, tapping and stroking until she was gasping for air.

“Look at me.”

Lauren pried her heavy lids open and looked into his eyes.

“Come.”

With a flick of her clit, she broke. Her body went into spasm after spasm of pure bliss. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she slid bonelessly onto his chest.

After a moment, Lauren realized he was still buried to the hilt inside her, still hard. She shuddered. Her nipples pulsed. In all their play, she had forgotten about the clamps. She’d never been so focused that anything could have happened and she wouldn’t have cared.

“Gorgeous.” Jay’s softly spoken praise drew her attention back to him. She squeezed him in reply.

Smack!

“I thought we had worked out all those bratty tendencies. Do we need to have another session?”

Another session with her over his knee? Oh hell yeah. She opened her mouth to tell him as much when he cut her off.

“The second time won’t be for pleasure. Punishments aren’t meant to be enjoyed.”

Lauren shivered. Was it twisted that his threat made her pussy throb? She was suddenly confused if it was his words or his still rock-hard cock that had such an overwhelming effect on her.

“Do we need to have another session?”

Her nipples pulsed in rhythm with her pussy. She had an answer, but she knew it wasn’t the one he was looking for. “No, sir,” she whispered finally.

“Good girl.” He reached up and tweaked one of her nipples. “I think it’s time to take these off.” He quickly detached the clamp from her left nipple.

As the blood rushed back into her distended bud, every muscle in her body spasmed, including the one wrapped around his cock. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” she whimpered. “Please, it hurts.”

“Ah, kitten, it’s okay.” He leaned up and bathed her hurting nipple with his tongue before sucking it gently into his mouth. As he soothed one nipple with his mouth, he detached the remaining clamp. A whole new burst of sensation washed over her body. He thrust up into her while he calmed one nipple and provoked the other with his fingers, plucking and pinching it until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please. Please, sir,” she whimpered. The feeling overwhelmed her and totally centered in her right nipple. If only he would give her a little relief. Finally after endless torture, he switched and moved over to soothe her throbbing nipple. She shuddered. The sensation of him nuzzling her breasts telegraphed straight to her clit where his thumb continued to circle and tease. She was so close. Just a little more…something, and she would come.

He groaned against her breast. “Come,” he gasped.

She panted and thrust back, taking control of their rhythm. She rode him, rising up and slamming back down. She hovered at the peak, and then she broke. Her entire body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her body. Completely spent, she collapsed against his chest for the second time that night.

Jamie cupped the back of her head with his hand and nuzzled the side of her face. “Good girl,” he whispered huskily.

Lauren’s entire body flushed with pleasure at his praise. God, that was the most amazing climax she’d ever had. Hell, it was the best sex she’d ever had. Maybe there really was something to this whole BDSM thing. It totally lived up to her expectations. Jamie had made her fantasy a reality.

“I’ll just be a second.” He rolled from beneath her and padded over to what she assumed was the bathroom. She enjoyed the view of his black T-shirt stretched taut over his muscular shoulders before a thought overtook her. Had he come? She hadn’t even noticed. God, she was horrible. A horrible egotistical lover. In every book about BDSM she read, the submissive served her master, fed off his pleasure. But not her. She was so wrapped up in herself, she hadn’t even thought of his enjoyment once. That wasn’t what submission was about. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this lifestyle after all.

Jamie came back into the room and she avoided looking at him. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes and focused instead on the sheet in front of her. Tracing a finger over the thousand-plus thread count, she nibbled her bottom lip. He had called her “kitten” and “good girl,” but had she done it right? Had she truly pleased him? His feet edged into her field of sight.

Jamie touched her underneath her jaw and tipped her head up to his face. “What’s wrong, kitten? Was the scene too much? I tried to go easy on you since it was your first time. Was I too tough?”

The concern in his eyes and his tender words undid her. She couldn’t stop the tears welling in her eyes. She shook her head helplessly.

“Ah, darling. Come here.” He opened his arms and swept her into his embrace. Lauren fought for a moment. She didn’t want his comfort. He was practically a stranger, for crying out loud. Somehow seeking comfort in a stranger’s arms felt weirder than using him for her pleasure. She tried to tamp her emotions down. Her gasping breaths sounded loud in the quiet room. But moments later she collapsed into him and wept.

Jamie held her tight and made comforting sounds against her temple. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. She was a grown woman who’d just had the most amazing sex of her life and now she was crying like a sixteen-year-old virgin on prom night. She pulled back and made a meager attempt to break free, but Jamie’s arms were like bands of steel and she couldn’t get away. Giving up, she just sat there and cried.

After a few minutes, her hiccupping sobs abated. Now more than ever she felt overexposed. She still sat completely nude in Jamie’s lap—his fully clothed lap. Pulling her hair forward, she tried to cover her naked chest. “Uh, I think I—”

“Here you go.” Before she could finish her sentence, Jamie had her bundled head to toe in a plush, white bathrobe. “I was trying to give it to you when you…uh…”

“Freaked?” Lauren couldn’t hold back her smile. The man had seemed so confident earlier, both when he was dominating her and when he held her after. Now he couldn’t seem to find the words to describe her meltdown.

He grunted in reply.

She buried her cheek into the soft lapel and tried to find a graceful way to leave. But apparently that ship had already sailed. “Thanks,” she whispered.

Jamie tipped her head up and kissed her gently. “Thank you,” he whispered back when he pulled away.

Oh, she definitely had to get out of here if she wanted any hope of leaving with her heart still intact. Lauren pulled the robe close around her, stood then walked over to the chaise lounge where she had disposed of her clothes what felt like eons ago. Had it really been the same night? She felt like such a different person since she met Jamie in the hotel bar just an hour or so ago. She was no longer that silly girl moping over her unrequited crush. Now she was a woman with secrets. Kinky one-night-stand kind of secrets. Grabbing her clothes, she headed for the bathroom.

“Lauren?”

She turned and met Jamie’s eyes from across the room.

“If you’re up for it, maybe you could swing by tomorrow afternoon for some more fun?”

Unable to find any words to express the elation coursing through her without sounding like a buffoon, she nodded silently and closed the door behind her. She dressed quickly and left the bathroom. She paused to smile at Jamie before practically leaping at the door in her scramble to get out.

She waited for the elevator to take her back down to her floor, and she couldn’t help but wonder what she had gotten herself into. How was she going to go back to her boring existence and lackluster sex life after an experience like that?

At least now Pierce wasn’t the sexy, forbidden man on her mind.

Pierce who?