Authors: Clara James
Jack’s face quirked into a half-smile as he reached into his
inside jacket pocket and eagerly slapped some cash in the cabbie’s waiting
hand. “I’ve never been one to deny a lady’s request,” he joked dryly, grabbing
the door handle and clicking it open.
Allie admired the curve of his tight ass as he slid out of
the back seat, then suddenly he was bending forward, sticking his head through
the open doorway and offering her his palm. “Of course,” she said, leaning back
to grip her phone and purse with one hand and accepting his fingers with the
other. “I might not be a lady,” she informed him, as she lifted herself out of
the car.
“Well,” he responded, without missing a beat. “I know how to
treat a bad girl, too.”
“Oh Jack”
I
t wasn’t until Jack led her to his bedroom and
sharply told her to sit on the edge of the bed, that Allie realized just how
her little joke had affected him. His voice was pitched lower, and the few
words he spoke were commanding and unrelenting. Even the expression on his face
had altered. Gone was the cute smile, the softness in his eyes. There was
suddenly something more rugged about him. At first, Allie wasn’t sure whether
he was messing around or was being serious. She was also confused about her own
response to his behavior. She’d always assumed that the caveman act would prove
to be a complete turn off for her: she didn’t want some man to ‘take her’. And
yet, as he growled, “Sit!” when she didn’t immediately do as he’d asked, her
heart began to beat unevenly and she could feel the pulse in her toes.
Gradually she did as instructed, lowering herself onto the
edge of the bed. Her eyes remained focused on his, which bored into her
unflinchingly.
“So you’re a naughty girl, huh?” he barked, slipping his
suit jacket off his shoulders and tossing it into a chair that sat in the
corner.
Allie laughed nervously, still half-expecting him to break
into a smile and make it clear that he was joking. “I...I...” she babbled
incoherently.
“Well, naughty girls need to be punished,” he continued
sharply, crossing his arms over his chest.
Her laughter subsided as she felt her cheeks flush with
color. There was something a little scary, but undeniably sexy about the
situation. “Wh...” she stammered. “I’m...”
Jack didn’t respond to the nonsensical words that fluttered
from her lips, but he did notice the tinge of pink in her face and chest. “You
want that?” he asked, his face retaining the hard, unyielding expression. “You
want to be punished?”
“Umm,” Allie responded, the sound becoming stuck in her
throat, as she wondered what answer would please him. “I...err...”
“Get up,” he demanded, not waiting for her to find her
voice.
In silence, Allie did as he asked, placing her hands on the
hem of her skirt, and brushing it down her thighs as she got to her feet.
“Now turn around,” he ordered.
She hesitated for just a second, her mouth drifting
partially open. However, she said nothing and eventually spun 180 degrees, so
that she was facing the bed and the wall beyond it. She could now feel the
strong rhythm of her pulse between her legs and a warmth was spreading from her
groin up through her abdomen, to her chest and making her head feel incredibly
hot. “Jack,” she mumbled in a small voice that didn’t sound like her own.
He didn’t reply, but he stepped forward; just a couple of
paces, then he was pressed against her back. His hands automatically went to
her thighs and rubbed upwards, taking her tight black skirt with him.
Allie’s eyes flickered closed, as the warmth of his breath
brushed over the side of her face, heightening her senses and prompting goose
bumps to pop out over the back of her neck. Instinctively, she twisted her face
to his and tipped her chin up, silently requesting a kiss.
“Face front,” he quickly insisted. “Don’t move unless I tell
you to.”
Without a second’s thought, Allie whipped her head back so
that she was facing the wall dead ahead of her. She fixed her eyes on a spot
just beneath a picture frame above Jack’s bed. She didn’t know why that spec
drew her attention, but it gave her something to concentrate on.
Jack’s hands were pulling Allie’s skirt up to her waist. The
soft pale skin of her buttocks was on display thanks to the thong she wore. His
right hand drifted down from her hip and his palm ran over one small fleshy
globe.
Like her breasts, the curve of her hips and ass had
significantly reduced over the two months since she first started noticing her
weight loss. She’d avoided looking at herself naked, because the changes to her
body were just another painful reminder. She wondered if Jack would realize how
skinny she was, and whether her lack of curves would appear unattractive to
him.
However, her slim hips were the last thing on his mind. He’d
noticed a dull purple mark on her left buttock. “What’s this?” he asked, his
voice remaining calm, deep and controlling. “It looks like you make a habit of
being a bad girl,” he chided, as his fingers ran a smooth circle over the
contusion.
Allie didn’t make any attempt to respond. She was glad that
he’d reached his own conclusion about where the bruise had come from. Even if
he hadn’t, she didn’t suppose for one moment that he actually wanted an answer
to his question.
“What are we going to do with you?” he whispered, right next
to her ear.
The closeness of him, the timbre of his voice and the
powerful way he was dominating her gave Allie chills. She felt certain, at that
moment, she would have been prepared to do anything he asked of her. Absolutely
anything. She simply wanted to please him.
Without warning, Jack flicked the hand that lingered at her
buttock, drawing it back before swiping his fingers across the soft flesh.
Allie jerked in her skin and gave a muffled cry, but both were more from
surprise than pain. He’d been relatively gentle, it was nothing more than a playful
smack.
“You like that?” he asked, his lips brushing against her
earlobe as he spoke seductively. “You want more?” Before he’s finished asking
the question, he’d already whipped his hand back and, this time, he brought the
palm down harder against her right buttock.
Allie swayed forward with the force and again yelped. This
time, the smack did have a little sting to it, but she wouldn’t have defined it
as painful or even uncomfortable. However, her head suddenly felt very heavy
and it flopped forwards, her neck no longer able to hold the weight.
Jack brought his left hand up to the back of her head.
Rolling a fistful of her thick, dark locks around his fingers, he lifted her
face. “I didn’t say you could move,” he growled.
His hand in her hair was tugging slightly at her scalp, but
it didn’t hurt exactly and Allie was happy for him to aid in holding her head
upright, because she was certainly no longer capable of doing so on her own.
She whimpered, gripping her bottom lip between her teeth, as Jack’s hand
stroked soothingly over the buttock he’d just spanked.
However, that calm, tender motion didn’t last long. Within
seconds, he’d pulled his hand away and was bringing it back down hard against
her ass.
“Ahh,” Allie yelled. Her hands were desperate to cling onto
something, but she didn’t dare touch Jack, so she lifted them to her chest and
grasped both breasts. The crotch of her panties, which had found its way
between her lips, was soaked and every time she moved, she could the wet
material brushing against her swollen sex.
There came another quick spank, followed by two more; each
caused Allie to buck her hips and increased the growing need between her legs.
“Please,” she half-sobbed with anticipation.
“Please, what?” Jack replied, mercilessly.
“Ugh,” she whimpered restlessly, her thighs rubbing together
in a bid to quell some of the desire. “Ja...” she muttered.
“Turn around,” he said, untangling his fingers from her hair
and coaxing her by twisting her waist. When she was facing him once more, he
noticed the thin layer or perspiration on her brow and the scorching heat that
had flushed her cheeks with a bright red. “God, your beautiful,” he said, the
tenderness coming back into his eyes, as he allowed himself a broad smile.
However, it didn’t last. As if catching himself, he quickly banished the grin
and an unfeeling sternness returned.
Allie didn’t mind, the tiny glimpse of the real Jack was
enough to remind her that this was all just fantasy. She would never be in any
real danger with him. And that knowledge only served to heighten her arousal.
Without a word, Jack began hurriedly unbuttoning Allie’s blouse.
It only took him a few seconds to slide it down her arms and toss it onto the
floor. With his right hand, he reached behind her and with practiced ease,
unclasped her bra. His left hand meanwhile, was at the small of her back,
unzipping the skirt.
The bra straps flopped uselessly down her shoulders and
Allie simply let the underwear fall from her. She watched Jack, as he sank to
his knees and pulled the skirt down her legs. While he was there, he trialed
kisses along her abdomen that made her stomach muscles quake. “Ahh,” she
moaned, as she stared at the very short hair on the crown of his head.
Jack lifted her feet one at a time, sweeping the skirt away
from her, before pushing himself to his full height. Once he was upright once
more, he took a step away from Allie. His eyes taking in the length of her
body. She was now in nothing but, panties, stockings and her black high heeled
shoes. “On your knees,” he uttered, brusquely.
Allie’s tongue immediately ran across her lips and then she
swallowed hard. As she slowly dropped to the floor, she reached out to grab the
foot of the bed for support. When she finally found herself on her knees, her
breathing was coming heavy and fast.
Jack’s hands were already at his belt, unclasping it before
leaving the loose ends dangling either side. His deft, strong fingers then
unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. When he let the fabric go, it fell to his
knees, exposing the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His manhood was
thick and reasonably long; long enough to give Allie concerns about fitting it
into her mouth. The thick vein on the underside pulsed with his excitement, and
clear fluid was already weeping from his circumcised tip. He took another step
forward, placing his hands on either side of her head.
She automatically parted her lips, and extended her tongue,
allowing it to dance over the smooth head of his shaft. Her eyes stretched
upward, watching his face for signs of approval. However, it was giving nothing
away. Leaning forward, Allie stretched her tongue out flat, running it along
the underside of his penis and focusing on getting the tip of her tongue to
press against every little ridge. As she did, she felt the fingers at her head
flex and spasm and she knew she was on the right track. Pulling back, she
repeated the action, this time eliciting a groan from Jack.
Meanwhile, Jack spread his legs a little wider, fixing his
weight evenly between them, as he curled his fingers around Allie’s head and
pulled her closer. She obediently widened her mouth, allowing him to slip over
her tongue and probe towards her throat.
Allie took him as far as she could, before he caused her to
gag and she was forced to tilt back. However, she continued to lick his length
enthusiastically, keen to hear that guttural grunt of pleasure from above.
Jack, on the other hand, was trying to restrain his moans of
enjoyment. He wanted to remain in control of the situation, and letting her
know just how much she was affecting him would alter the balance of power. In
fact, as he felt himself teetering dangerously close to orgasm, he quickly
pulled back from her.
She glanced up, confused and a little hurt by his sudden
leaving.
“I want you,” he said, his voice gravelly.
The concern left Allie’s face, which lit up in a bright
smile. “Oh, shit,” she blurted, the smile sinking. “Protection,” she explained.
“Don’t worry,” he responded, shaking his head, while the
fingers of his right hand curled around his length and lazily stroked himself;
just enough to maintain his erection without overexciting himself. “There are
some in the bathroom.”
“Do you want me-” she began, already getting to her feet.
“Stay right there,” he barked interrupting her. “Don’t you
move,” he ordered. With that, he bent forward and pulled his pants up, loosely
buttoning them. His manhood stuck proudly out of the fly, as he turned and
exited the room.
Allie did as she’d been told, remaining completely still.
She expected him to be no more than seconds, but a minute passed, then another
and another. She was beginning to worry, when his muscular figure appeared in
the doorway. He was now completely naked, except for the thin layer of latex
covering his member. Her gaze swiftly moved over him and her mouth flooded with
saliva.
Jack took his time moving towards her. He eyed her closely,
checking that she had indeed stayed exactly where he’d left her. Placing his
hand on her cheek, he walked around her, stopping when he reached her back.
Then, slowly, he sank to his own knees. His hands grasped her buttocks, and
then slid up her back, stroking her all the way to her shoulders. When they
made the return journey, he looped his fingers into her panties and edged them
off her hips.
Allie wanted to turn, even if it was just her face. But she
remained motionless, until she felt Jack’s hand in the middle of her back. It
was applying subtle pressure, encouraging her to lean forward. She did so with
a mewl of pent up desire, placing her hands out in front of her and resting on
all fours.
He pulled her underwear down to just above her knees and
kept it there, urging her to part her legs as far as she could with the elastic
of the panties constricting her stance.
By now, following his instructions came easily to her and
she shuffled her knees as far as she could. “Jack,” she panted, flicking her
hair off her face, as she strained to see him over her shoulder.
“You want this?” he asked, taking his cock into his hand and
bringing it to her tender sex. He rubbed the head between her lips, finding her
entrance and dipping just a fraction into her warmth, before pulling back
again.
Allie was digging her fingers into the rug at the foot of
his bed and biting down hard on her lower lip. Unaware of her body’s movement,
her hips leaned back, instinctively trying to sheath him.