Big Book of Smut (41 page)

“I’ll tell you nothing.” Jason winked at her and pulled the book over, flipping through a few pages. “Now, don’t get mad at me, but I took this picture a while ago and if you don’t like it, I can pull it. This is only a proof and it’s not due at the printers for another couple of weeks so I can still make changes.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I came by your house one day and you were…” Jason paused and swallowed, then pushed the book over to Sara, flattening the page. He almost looked nervous. “Just look, okay.”

Sara frowned and dipped her head to look at the page. Seconds later and her mouth dropped open. Now this, she had not expected. The shot showed a woman floating in a pool so blue it was like the ocean, sunlight dappled the water around her. The woman’s arms were spread wide, her dark hair floating on the water behind her, and her legs were slightly tucked bent and tucked together like she’d just kicked and closed her legs again. Water spilled across her stomach, and pert, hard nipples bobbed above the water. It was serene, beautifully lit.

It was her.

Naked.

“I just came by to see Nate a month or so ago and you were out in the pool. I had my camera out already and I just snapped a couple of shots. I didn’t really think not to, you just looked so perfect and I knew it would be an amazing shot for the book.” Jason took a deep breath. “I can take it out, it’s no problem but I think it’s stunning. I mean, it’s one of the best shots and I…” He looked at his brother’s stepdaughter staring at the naked photo of herself and backtracked, “Sara, I’m sorry, okay. I crossed the line, didn’t I?”

“Oh, Jason, I…”

“Look, it’s no problem. I shouldn’t have done it. Plus, Nate is probably going to thump me for this and he has every right. I’m really sorry.”

“Jason, that’s not it at all,” Sara protested, as he started to pull the book away. She held on to it with both hands, still fascinated. “I…love it. It’s just so beautiful and I feel so honored that you wanted to include it in this book.”

Jason raised his eyebrows, watching her intently like he wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth. “I want to put it in the gallery too. Like, blown up huge.” He gestured widely with his hands. “But I want you to know I’m not some peeper, it was just, uh, right time, right place.”

“I’m totally okay with it, Jason. Seriously. If you’d made me look like a lump that would be different, but this is… I’m going to look back on something like this for the rest of my life.” She could hardly take her eyes away, even when she started feeling like the self-loving was getting a bit much. If she knew Jason could make her look this fabulous, she’d have pulled her clothes off in his studio long ago. It wasn’t just that though, the idea of Jason looking at her naked, finding her captivating, taking pictures of her, was making her feel wet. She shifted on her stool and felt the cotton of her panties brush against her clit, sending a little shiver through her.

Jason was saying something but all she could say was, “Huh?”

“So you don’t mind?”

“That you took pictures of me naked, that you were looking at me naked, or that you put naked pictures of me in your book?” Sara wished they were playing a drinking game where she could take a shot every time she said the word ‘naked’. The atmosphere felt charged, exciting, and she wondered how long Jason had spent looking at the pictures, how many he had taken that weren’t in the book.

“Uh, all of the above?”

“Did you like what you saw?” She pushed the book between them.

Jason was quiet for a moment, then nodding. “Yeah, I did.”

“Publish it,” she said, wondering who she would tell first. Her stepbrothers would love the picture; they’d probably want copies. She wasn’t sure what Nate would think about his younger brother snapping her naked, but she’d deal with that when it happened. “And I’m not mad at you. I’m thrilled, really. This is so exciting. I want a copy, you know.” She slid off her chair and put her arms around Jason, hugging him tight. After a moment he ran his hand through her hair, gave her a light kiss on the cheek and, with his warm hands on her waist, started to push her away.

It took her a moment to realize that it wasn’t because Jason didn’t want to hug her, not because he wasn’t pleased that she loved his photograph, but that it was because his penis was responding to the pressure of her body against his. Sara had wondered how he would stand up against his brother, or his nephews. She knew her stepdad and stepbrothers inside out, but Jason was still her mystery man.

They were standing there, his hands on her bare waist where her crop top finished, her hands still on his upper arms…then she was sliding her hands up and up until she was cupping his face and he was dipping his head towards hers.

When his mouth touched hers, she barely held back the moan erupting in her throat. His tongue searched and found hers and then they were greedily sucking at each other, his hands sliding under her top and round to stroke her peaked nipples through her lacy bra. Sara found herself pushing into him, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air, until their bodies were curved together and she was tugging at his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans.

Grappling with the buttons she undid his shirt quickly, running her hands over the hard muscles that were evidence of hours in the gym. Detaching for the merest moment, her breath as ragged as his, Sara wondered if she was really going to do this, if she was really going to get naked with Uncle Jason and screw him six ways to Sunday. One look at him, one single look that took in the way he was gazing back at her through lusty eyes told her that hell, yes, she was.

“Come here,” she said, crooking an index finger at him, pulling him in to kiss her again before stepping back. Reaching for the hem of her top she pulled it over her head so she was clad in just her shorts and bra. “Still like what you see?”

Jason’s eyes flicked to the open book where she floated naked on the flat page and back again to the real life view. “Yes, I do,” he said, the corners of his mouth tipping upwards into a smile.

“Want to see more?” she teased. She bit her lip softly, waiting for his answer, hoping he was game.

Instead of answering, Jason stepped forward, circled her in his arms, one hand sliding up her back and with a flick of his fingers, her bra was undone.

“Smooth.” She grinned as the straps slid off her shoulders, exposing high, firm breasts that were as tanned as the rest of her thanks to her penchants for nude sunbathing in the privacy of her back yard. She tossed the bra on the counter. “Your turn,” she ordered.

Jason shrugged off the shirt, letting it fall to the floor. “More,” he said, simply.

She slid the solo button undone and tugged the zipper of her shorts, before pushing them down her long legs and stepping out of them. She was left in a little thong that barely covered anything. “Now you.”

She was dying to see what he was packing under the baggy linen pants he wore. Most of all, Sara liked the way he played along, liked the way he told her exactly what he wanted, enjoyed the way he stripped when she insisted, his eyes never leaving hers as he stepped out of his pants.

Next she slipped off the thong so he could see her freshly shaved pussy. She’d had a hankering to do it just that morning, right after she’d bought a new itty bitty bikini perfect for the beach party she was heading to later with some college buddies, but no man had seen it yet. The reaction she was getting was exactly what she wanted: tenting in Jason’s boxers.

He stepped towards her and, gripping her waist again in both big hands, picked her up, depositing her on the counter, spreading her legs so her feet were resting on the bar stools. He looked at her for a long moment then stepped in again, kissing her fully on the mouth, moving downwards as she sighed for more, so he could kiss her neck, her shoulder, across each breasts, taking his time to lick her nipples, his teeth delicately grazing them before he sucked each peak. Moving in a trail down her stomach, Jason’s hands were solid on her thighs as he held them open.

One long lick of her slit made Sara throw back her head, her arms barely supporting her as she leant back while Jason found her clit and flicked it with his tongue. Every touch was having her panting and squirming on the cold counter, then Jason’s fingers were prying her folds apart and he was licking her in long, languid laves. Her nipples had stiffened like her clit had a direct dial line to them, and Sara couldn’t help but reach with one hand to run her fingers over the pert globes, stroking each peak, hoping like hell she didn’t fall off the counter before she climaxed.

When she felt his finger enter her, she gasped, then he was sliding in another finger, stopping to twist and then stroking her G-spot expertly while his mouth kissed her pussy lips, his tongue sliding and searching for that soft nub of nerves as his other arm wrapped around her butt, giving her some support.

“Oh, yes, Jason, right there!” Tingles spread through her. The double assault on her pussy had her writhing now, as she felt an orgasm building inside her. It was starting somewhere in her core, and spreading like heat across her skin, and Sara knew she was going to come quickly on Jason’s mouth.

When she started to squirm, he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty and wanting. Wrapping both arms around her, he buried his head between her legs, his tongue taking over and licking her until she couldn’t hold off anymore and her climax ripped through her like a white hot explosion.

When Jason finally rose from between her legs, she thought he looked pretty damn pleased with himself, his mouth and jaw shiny with her cream. Reaching for him she kissed her juices from his lips and whispered, “I hope you fuck like you lick.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, her clit brushing against his stomach, until she felt so sensitive she wasn’t sure she could take anymore.

“If you liked my tongue, you’re going to love my cock.” He sucked her lip between his, letting it go quickly to twirl his tongue with hers.

“You seem so sure of yourself,” Sara whispered as he pulled away.

“Let’s find out.”

Sara had no idea what Jason had planned when he swept her off the counter, but spinning her around and bending her over was a pretty big clue. His feet went between hers, nudging them apart so she readied herself, bracing for the moment when Jason would enter her. She’d seen his penis briefly before he’d eaten her out, and she couldn’t want to get his big, juicy cock inside her.

A moment later and Jason’s cock was brushing her entrance, his thick head giving little pushes to slide inside. Jason felt bigger than she’d expected, his cock thick and wide, and she groaned at the delicious feeling of him filling her up.

The aftershocks of her orgasm may have subsided but she still felt super sensitive and every touch from Jason felt electric, making her wriggle against him. Placing his hands over hers on the counter, he held her in place while he withdrew and plunged deep into her, again and again.

“Harder!” she gasped, loving the feeling of his dick driving into her, stretching her pussy with every slam. Jason drove into her harder, so hard that her scream of pleasure echoed through the open plan house. The sound of his balls hitting the base of her ass was like a soft echo.

He pounded her pussy causing her to scream and demand that he go faster and harder.

“You’re a bossy little slut,” Jason gasped, between thrusts. “It’s time you got taught a lesson.”

“Wha…” Sara didn’t have time to gasp a question before Jason had withdrawn, leaving her flailing forwards to the counter. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her roughly to the stairs and with his hand clamped around hers she had no choice but to follow him up the stairs and cross the glass-walled mezzanine. In his bedroom, Jason pushed her onto the bed before turning away to rummage in the nightstand drawer.

“What are you doing?” Sara finally forced out the words as Jason turned back to her.

“It’s time you got told what to do, instead of ordering men around.” Jason tossed the handful of things he’d retrieved on to the bed and reached for her. His dick was still hard and she opened her mouth, thinking he wanted her to blow him, maybe even deepthroat him, but no, he flipped her over onto her stomach like she was a toy and straddled her. Something soft snapped around one wrist, then the other, and Jason leaned forward grappling with the headboard.

Sara tugged at her wrists and found herself caught, each wrist encircled with a black fabric cuff with a length of slim chain that Jason was connecting to the headboard.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked, panicking as he moved down her body to grab an ankle. She was flat on her stomach and could just turn her head enough to see Jason cuff her second ankle, another length of chain snapping around a rail that ran alongside the bed.

“Tying you up, obviously. You ever been tied up before?” Jason grinned wickedly at her.

She shook her head. One guy had suggested it, but she’d been worried that he’d do it then leave her there, or do something she didn’t want, so she’d always refused. But Jason was different, she trusted him. Sara was surprised to find her heart racing, not in panic, but with anticipation of what could happen.

“There will be no faster, no harder. I’ll call the shots and if you want my cock inside you, you’ll do exactly what I want. Now, say yes please or I’ll untie you and you won’t get anything.”

Sara drew in a breath and gave her wrists a discreet tug, hearing the chain lightly rattle against the headboard. She desperately wanted Jason to keep fucking her, but she’d never expected him to be so…kinky. The idea of being tied up and fucked was unnerving and exciting at the same time. What if he did things she didn’t like? What if she loved everything he gave to her while she was under his power? She hated the idea of being so vulnerable, at a man’s mercy, but also strangely…exhilarated. Jason could do anything he wanted to her.