“That is so sexist. By the way, macho man, there’s nothing wrong with guys who remain in touch with their feminine sides. Which brings me back to my point. You’re a little rough around the edges for someone like my mom.”
Jared hesitated for a moment. “You never speak about your father. The one time I tried, you shut me down. I remember you called him an asshole and said you had no wish to discuss him—ever.”
Pam jabbed her elbows into his ribs, trying to break free. “That hasn’t changed. I hate his guts. End of discussion.” When he didn’t budge, she dug in harder.
“Ouch.” Jared rolled over again, trapping her underneath him. “Easy does it, sugar.”
Her temper flared higher. What was it about him that stoked her emotions to such a point? “Get off me, you big oaf.”
“I’ll get off you if you promise to calm yourself.”
Pam reached up, grabbed a handful of his hair, and yanked. Jared’s yowl of pain barely registered. “Get off me. Then I’ll calm down!”
“Shit, that hurts.” Jared extricated her fingers from his hair with some effort. “What the hell did you do that for?”
She glared at him. “I told you not to bring up that topic. You should respect my wishes.”
“Remember our need to communicate better? That includes communicating about difficult topics.
Especially
difficult topics.”
“I said I don’t want to fucking talk about it, so stop being an asshole.” The snarling curses flew out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
“Pamela.” Jared’s reproving tone cut through her chaotic brain, and she quieted. Remorse filled her at the confusion and hurt in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” Pam said quickly. She lifted a trembling hand to his face. “Forgive me?”
He stared at her for a moment. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on one cheek, then the other. After landing a gentle peck on her nose, he kissed her smiling mouth. “Of course I forgive you, sweetheart.”
At that, her heart gave a little flutter. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Jared shifted, and his heavy weight lifted. “Roll over onto your stomach. Then move to the head of the bed and strip off the T-shirt.”
“But why? I—”
“Do it!”
What the hell? She wanted to argue the point, then remembered her promise to work with him. With a martyred sigh, she did as instructed. Plopping on her belly, she rested her head on folded arms. Jared opened a drawer to her right, but she pointedly ignored him. She was dying to look and started humming a tune to distract herself.
Pam was still humming when the bed dipped under his weight.
“Look at me.”
She turned her head and stared at the black scarf in his hands.
“I’m going to blindfold you. I want to test your trust. Also, it will enhance your other senses. Do you feel ready for this?”
Pam hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. All right.”
He covered her eyes and night descended. It felt strange but somehow calming. “Are you okay?” he asked, adjusting the knot.
“Yes, Jared.”
“It’s ‘Sir’ right now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Put your arms over your head.” When she complied, he wrapped a hand around her wrists, allowing a silky fabric to waft over her skin and circle them.
Only when Jared tightened the fabric did it dawn on her. “You’re binding my wrists together!”
“Yes,” Jared affirmed. “With silk scarves. They are very light and soft. I won’t use rope because I’m concerned about your circulation. Test them out. I made sure they’re secure, but not overly tight.”
Pam moved her wrists. Several inches of fabric remained between them. “They feel okay,” she said, hoping he couldn’t detect the slight tremor in her voice.
“What’s your safe word, Pamela?” he asked.
“S-sugar,” she stuttered.
“Very good. Remember it and use it if you need to. And address me by my proper title, little one.” Jared’s voice was mellow, reassuring.
Oops.
“Y-yes, S-sir.”
“I’m also going to tie you to my bed after I take care of some unfinished business.” He let a hand rest on the small of her back, warm and solid. There was a sharp crack, followed by a scalding sensation across her buttocks.
Pam shrieked and tried rolling away, but he pressed down on her back firmly, inhibiting escape. “Jared! Sir! What are you doing?”
Jared rubbed the area of pain with a soothing hand. “Finishing what I started. This time with my leather belt. I want to leave behind a few stripes to remind you who’s in charge. You owed me six swats. Five now.”
“Oh my God! That’s barbaric!” Pamela whined.
Jared stopped rubbing her butt. “Do you want to use your safe word, Pamela?” he asked. This time, there was no mockery in his tone.
Absolutely not. She was no coward. She’d gotten her rear tanned several times by her mother, who occasionally had used a belt despite her supposed hatred of corporal punishment. Pam hadn’t so much as shed a tear then; she sure as hell wasn’t going to start now.
If a couple of thwacks on her bottom would settle things, she was game. Besides, she knew Jared would never truly hurt her.
“No,” she replied. “Five more, you say? Fine.” A feeling of anticipation and challenge gripped her.
Pam couldn’t help flinching at each well-placed hit. She noted they were evenly distributed, and although far from gentle, they were bearable. And kind of exciting too.
“Your ass looks beautiful,” Jared said in a hoarse voice. “Still rosy but now with faint stripes across them.” He massaged her aching flesh with both hands.
It felt good, and Pam sighed when his fingers traced what must be the welts he created.
Suddenly, he grabbed her bound wrists and jerked them upward. Upon hearing the tinkling of metal, she stiffened. “You’ve looped the belt over the slack in the scarves and tied me to the headboard,” she stated. The mere thought of it made her feel slightly breathless.
Jared placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. “Yes. That’s your punishment for threatening to bite me earlier.” She trembled a little as he adjusted her restraints. “While I’m fucking you, the belt will be a reminder of the consequences of defiance.” He allowed inquisitive fingers to examine her tender folds. “Oh yes. You’re ready for me. You took your chastisement well, so I’m feeling generous. Up on your knees.”
It was awkward going. Pam raised herself to her knees but couldn’t maintain a comfortable position with her bound wrists. Jared must have sensed her predicament because he placed several large pillows under her head and hips to boost her up. No longer needing to kneel, she sank into the softness, her sigh turning into a purr when Jared took the opportunity to brush his fingertips over the heated skin of her back.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes. Thank you, Sir.” A swift tremor passed through her. How had the title slipped from her tongue with such ease?
His strong hands reached under to clutch her upper thighs; then he lifted her hips a couple of inches off the pillows. His searching mouth pressed against her core from behind, and Pam shuddered as his tongue invaded her weeping channel. It slid in and out, insistent and slick, as if preparing her for the thick shaft that would replace it in due time.
Jared worked with great skill on her swollen clitoris. As Pam approached her release, he removed his tongue from her inflamed nub. He slid his hands over her ass cheeks, and she detected the slight scrape of a fingernail just before he placed a finger over her tight hole. A dark thrill passed through her when he flicked her rosette with a questioning finger. Returning to her clit, he placed his mouth over it and resumed his ministrations. When her breaths came in sharp little puffs, he stopped and plunged that sinful tongue into her slit yet again. Then, pulling out, he nuzzled her labia. Aroused, Pam wiggled her ass and ground herself into his face.
Jared lowered her hips and settled between her spread legs. For the first time, Pam realized how exposed and vulnerable she was to him.
He spoke into the charged atmosphere. “I wish you could see yourself right now, Pam. You look like the perfect submissive, bound and blindfolded for your Master’s pleasure. It’s even better with the fresh stripes showing my attention and firm discipline. And that beautiful ass and pussy raised up to me like an offering, ready to be used.”
“Oh.” It was all she could manage. Her breaths quickened, and she felt cream seeping from her core. What had caused her to become so excited and primed for him? The hard promise of his body? Or the bondage and submission?
Jared seized her hips and pressed his hard penis to her entrance. He speared inside her in one smooth stroke, his balls pressing against her mons as he fully seated himself. She couldn’t help moaning at the combined pain-pleasure of his stiff prick buried deep within her body.
She tried lifting herself by her arms, but Jared placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her into the soft bedding. Before she could think of trying again, he trapped her hips between his powerful legs, draped himself over her back, and fully mounted her.
Pam’s mind reeled at his blatant show of dominance and his hot skin. When the coarse hair on his chest abraded the tender skin of her back, she mewled softly at the overload of sensations.
She sighed with deep contentment as soft kisses butterflied over her shoulders. Jared raised his pelvis slightly, and a couple of inches slipped out. He reached under to cup a breast while his other hand burrowed between her legs to clutch her mound with fierce possession.
“Mine,” he said. With a low growl, he sank himself again into her tight sheath. “Mine to pleasure. Mine to fuck.”
Oh, God. It felt so good. That powerful body crowding her, demanding complete submission. The hypnotic sounds of raw, masculine pleasure filled the air as he rode her hard, fucking her with such ferocity. And all the while he forced her to discard all preconceptions about appropriate behavior in the bedroom.
“You belong to me, Pamela,” Jared whispered into her ear. He punctuated the assertion by thrusting deep, filling her with his huge cock. “No one else can have you. Understood?”
She hid her face in the pillow at this sharp reminder of her indiscretion.
Jared wound his hand through her hair and yanked her head to the side. He lightly bit her earlobe in warning. “No other men. Ever. Am I clear?”
“Yes.”
His fingers tightened in her curls. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good,” he said. He slipped his tongue into her ear as he reached up to caress her bound wrists. “Do you like being tied up, little one?” he asked softly. “Does it turn you on?”
She didn’t reply, so he nipped her again. Incited, Pam grabbed hold of the iron bars of the headboard and pulled herself upward as if to escape. As she had guessed, it was the ultimate trigger for Jared and he gave immediate chase and pinned her down. He made sure to rub his groin against the tender skin of her ass as he slammed his engorged shaft into her cunt. Fire streaked to her womb, and Pam released a long moan.
“Answer me,” he ground out.
“Please, Jared. Sir. I…” She stopped, still hesitant.
Jared stopped all movement. “Answer my question, or I’ll pull out. I swear it.”
“Yes, I like being tied up. Ah!” She gasped as he reached under and pinched a taut nipple.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
Joy spread through her at his praise. Pamela bowed her back, knowing instinctively it would please him.
Jared nearly pulled out and started licking a slow path down her spine. He trailed his way back up, reentering her body in slow, controlled increments. Pamela breathed with deep satisfaction as he placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck before covering her with his body once again.
An unexpected surge of emotion overwhelmed her. “So sorry, Sir. Please forgive my wrongdoings,” she whispered. “Please…don’t stop.” She buried her face in the pillow again, her desperate entreaties muffled as release came closer.
He moved a powerful hand to her throat, collaring her in a firm but gentle grip. A momentary flicker of alarm shot through Pam, which only served to arouse her further. Cream gushed from her passage, bathing Jared’s shaft and her inner thighs. He tightened his fingers around her neck a fraction, and with the other hand, he seized a fistful of hair and pulled her head off the pillow.
“No hiding. It pleases me when you beg. What do you want?”
He was testing her and, yes, she would tell him what he needed to hear. “I want you to fuck me hard. To use my body for your pleasure.”
“What else?” he insisted, his voice thick with passion. He slowed his hips a little, tormenting her.
It was so hard to confess her deepest yearnings. Pam wavered, wanting with all her heart to have the courage to give him everything.
“Tell me, baby,” Jared crooned into her ear, his sharp teeth nibbling again at the tender flesh.
Something in her suddenly gave way. “I want you to push my limits. To take care of me and guide me. I want to please you in any way I can. I want you to be my Master.”
Growling low, Jared immobilized her with his torso and began hammering into her receptive cunt. To Pam, it felt like a claiming, as if he were branding her as his own. Yes, he was marking his territory—an act so primal, so delicious it took her breath away.
His relentless pace caused her puffed-up vulva to rub against the pillow, reminding her of the lonely nights spent trying to satisfy her needs without him. Before long, the exquisite pressure against her clit, the strokes on her G-spot, and the taps on her cervix transported her to heights she’d never known existed. As the first waves of bliss began to wash over her, she thrashed under him and clenched her feminine muscles around his shaft. Jared bit her nape, and the slight pain intensified the sensations until she saw stars.
He licked the tiny ache away. “Take my cock, little one,” he muttered. “Take all of me.” His harsh breaths filled her ears. “Come for me. Now.” Then, tightening his hand on her throat another fraction, he pushed in deep and impaled her on his hot length.
A brilliant light flashed behind her blinded eyes, and Pam tugged mindlessly at the restraints as the surge of ecstasy washed over her. Her wild moans echoed his. When she quieted and the spasms started to ebb, Jared grunted deep and released a warm flood of his seed into her body. The hard throbs set off more flutters in her pussy, and he held her close as she writhed beneath him.