Jessie's Jewels [Submissive Sirens 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

Take today’s interaction. She’d made the “My Lord” comment hoping that he’d find the idea of topping her irresistible, but he’d immediately responded by reminding her that he was lower on the social totem pole than she was. Jessie couldn’t figure out why that seemed to bother him so much when it didn’t bother her. She rolled her eyes, giggling as she thought about the long and proud English tradition of titled ladies getting busy with their stable boys. She’d be happy to be a part of that tradition, but it seemed that it would take more than a little light flirting for her to move Liam into the same frame of mind. She made a mental note to do some plotting, and then said a quick prayer of thanks that she’d inherited her mother’s plotting genes. Lady Catherine Cumberland might have been a serious bitch, but her plotting skills were second to none.

Jessie realized she’d spent so much time in the water she was slowly turning into a prune, and she began making her way to shore. She climbed out onto the grass above the bank, leaning over the pond to wring her hair out and strip the excess water from her limbs. She rubbed herself vigorously to warm up a little, a soft moan escaping her lips as she unwittingly rubbed a hand over her beaded nipple. Looking down at her hardened nubs, she noted that a bead of water still clung to the one she hadn’t touched. A smile curved her lips.
No time like the present.

His Grace, Duke Gabriel Hartley, could not believe the scene playing out before him. After receiving Liam’s phone call, the duke had called down to the stable to have his horse saddled, so impatient to be after Lady Jessamy that he’d dismissed the groom and saddled his stallion, Lucifer, himself. Now that he was privy to the scandalous show taking place in front of him, he was glad he’d made haste.

He’d left Lucifer tied half a mile behind, not wanting to take the chance that Lady Jessamy’s mare would scent him and be skittish. He also hadn’t wanted the sound of his approach to carry, so he’d come on foot.

Now he crouched, hidden in a hedgerow, and braced himself for what was likely going to be a serious test of his willpower.

This wasn’t the first time Gabriel had watched Lady Jessamy at the pond. He remembered when she’d been barely out of her teens and he’d stumbled upon her pleasuring herself, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He’d come like a sixteen-year-old watching her slender fingers caress her silky flesh, charmed by the awkward way she touched herself. He’d been hard pressed not to offer to help.

He’d thought it was tempting enough when he’d watched Lady Jessamy strip, the confections of her undergarments making his mouth water. Nothing had prepared him for the lust churning through his balls at watching her swim. The Dom part of him, and Gabriel was willing to admit that was a damn big part, demanded he enter the scene and take control of it, mastering her for both their pleasure. Only the knowledge that his plan was bigger than a lustful afternoon by a pond kept him from moving.

Gabriel could likely have seduced Lady Jessamy by now if he’d really wanted, but his time spent watching her over the years made him want more than a quick roll. No, the little darling was going to be his, and for the moment Gabriel quashed the yearning he felt somewhere in his chest, choosing to pay attention to his cock until his heart stopped aching. He gritted his teeth. She’d be his, and then he’d bare everything from his hard cock to his soft heart.

Drenched, all that creamy skin on full display, Lady Jessamy naked was like something out of his dirtiest fantasies, which, Gabriel thought with a wicked smile, were dirty enough to never come clean. His dark eyes ate up her minute frame, her delicate features and petite stature a stark contrast to the soft curve of her hips and swell of her rounded breasts. Gabriel licked his lips as he watched the petite beauty swim, fascinated by the way her legs splayed out with each stroke to reveal and then conceal the pink flesh hidden between them. He barely kept himself from growling in protest when she ascended the bank of the pond, so desperate was he to watch her frolic naked in the water. Gabriel needn’t have worried, he saw, when before his very eyes she stripped the water from her lithe limbs, rubbing her nipple accidentally and moaning when she did. The duke cautiously, silently opened the top of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them with frustrating slowness so as not to make a sound. He spread his knees and fisted his cock, relaxing back to enjoy the show.

Lady Jessamy had cupped her other breast with one hand, and Gabriel saw what she saw. A single drop of water adorned the hardened berry of her nipple. It reminded Gabriel of a jeweled clamp, and the duke made a mental note to purchase a set at his next opportunity. It was a sight he’d want to relive again, no doubt. Gabriel gritted his teeth against the groan that threatened, pumping his cock a couple of times to relieve the ache in his balls. He knew—
he knew
—what she was going to do next.

As if Gabriel controlled the scene, Lady Jessamy responded to his unspoken demand and tipped her full mouth toward her breast, her hand lifting the luscious mound towards her lips. Gabriel held his breath as her lips descended, her little pink tongue darting out to lick the droplet from her nipple before those plump lips descended upon her tender tip. She sucked her nipple into her mouth, and Gabriel could hear her hum with pleasure from where he knelt, cock in hand, hidden from her view. He was riveted on what she did, unable to tear his gaze from those pink lips suckling so sweetly on her own nipple. Gabriel could see her lips clamp tighter, the deep pink a stark contrast with the lighter pinkish brown of her areola, and he watched as her other hand dipped lower to trace over her flat stomach to the heaven waiting between her legs. Gabriel wasn’t a betting man, but he’d be willing to wager half his fortune that her little pussy, a pussy no doubt as plump and soft as her other pink parts, was already creamy with her desire. He noted with satisfaction that her mound was bare, and his cock pulsed in his hand as he imagined teasing it against the naked lips of her sex. Gabriel loved a bare pussy.

He didn’t have long to wait for the next act.

As Gabriel began stroking his cock with long, smooth passes designed to make it last, he nearly howled with disappointment as Lady Jessamy’s nipple popped free of her mouth with an audible sound. She gasped, her hand that had moments before been foraging between her legs coming out to reach for a bag. She knelt down on the blanket she’d spread beside the pond when she arrived.

The feral snarl forming itself on his lips subsided, however, when Gabriel saw with interest, and no small amount of surprise, what she pulled out of the bag. Lust raged through him, taking up residence in his balls and making the cum inside them threaten to erupt until he controlled himself, taking long, deep breaths and squeezing the knob of his cock. Lady Jessamy, as he’d suspected but just confirmed, was perfect for him. His little water nymph was a total pervert.

* * * *

Jessie was so turned on she could hardly see straight. Playing with herself had warmed her up, but this time she’d added an element to her fantasy that was new. She pretended that she was being watched, that she was putting on a show for a man. Liam immediately sprang to mind, but for some reason she couldn’t picture him getting off on watching her do dirty things to herself out in the open. She ran mentally through her go-to list of hot celebrities, and came up short. She paused in the act of laying out her supplies on the blanket, frowning as she felt the heat of the moment slipping away from her. She closed her eyes again and dipped a finger into her pussy, running it through her soft folds and pretending she peeked at the man watching her. The face that materialized before her closed eyes shocked her so much that she stopped, her finger resting lightly on her clit and her mouth open. Gabriel. She’d thought of the duke watching her.

Jessie stilled completely, picturing the dark, brooding duke watching as she pleasured herself. To her surprise, she felt her pussy cream anew. She smiled wryly. She’d heard whispers that Gabriel was a pervert, that he liked naughty, wicked sex that involved more than a little BDSM. She’d even heard that he occasionally hosted orgies at his estate.

Jessie shrugged mentally. She knew she was naturally submissive, but she hadn’t imagined submitting to Gabriel before. Usually, he just pissed her off, but now Jessie wondered what it would be like if the duke took her in hand.

Judging by her body’s reaction, Jessie thought she’d like it. A lot. But since all she had at the moment were her own hands, she set about making use of them, imagining all the while that Gabriel watched what she did, imagining that she performed each act of self-pleasure at his command. She felt the memory of his presence wash over her as if he was really there, and she turned to the items she’d laid out. She decided to go for broke, and she told herself the duke was watching. She didn’t want to keep him waiting.

* * * *

Gabriel was in agony. He didn’t know what was going through the vixen’s head, but Lady Jessamy had paused for a moment before reaching down to stroke herself again. Desperately afraid she was going to stop, Gabriel willed her to continue. As if she felt his unspoken command, Lady Jessamy smiled a sexy smile and reached for a cone-shaped object and a small bottle.

Gabriel watched as she poured lube onto the clear butt plug, working it from the tip to the base with her delicate fingers. He held his breath as she rose up on her knees and then leaned down until her cheek met the blanket, thankful that she was facing away from him and he’d have an unimpeded view of what came next. He watched as her little hand came around, gripping her luscious ass as she spread the cheeks apart. The little rosebud of her anus appeared, tightly puckered, and her other hand came around to join the first. The other hand held the lubed butt plug, and Gabriel stared as the tip entered her ass. He stared until his eyes watered, afraid to blink lest he miss a single instant of her play.

She inserted the plug slowly, and Gabriel could hear her soft moans as she fucked the dainty plug in and out of her ass, gaining ground with each stroke. His mouth watered as he imagined being the one to plug her ass, and a pounding started in his head and travelled to his cock as he envisioned her tight little asshole gripping his cock the way it was gripping that little plug. He stroked his cock a little faster, unable to help himself. He stopped though, holding his breath as Lady Jessamy uttered one last throaty moan, the plug sliding into her ass until its base was nestled between her cheeks, just peeking out at him. She stilled for a moment, then slowly turned over onto her back, reaching for the final item lying beside her on the blanket.

The look on her face was nearly Gabriel’s undoing. Her lovely green eyes were heavy lidded, her face flushed, her cheek pink from where she’d laid it on the blanket. As she squirmed she moaned, and Gabriel began to pant with need as he realized her little ass must have clenched on the plug, causing it to light up the nerve endings of her rectum. Judging by the size of that tiny plug, Gabriel was willing to bet her ass was virgin, and he swore to himself he’d be the one to have her cherry.

A quiet buzz jarred him from his obsession with her asshole, and Gabriel watched as Lady Jessamy maneuvered the vibrating dildo she held toward her pussy. As she spread her legs, Gabriel got his first look at the heaven between them.

Pink and swollen, glistening with the evidence of her desire, the folds of Lady Jessamy’s pussy pouted at him, beckoning to him in a way he’d never felt. Gabriel longed to replace her fingers with his own, longed to lean over her and put her legs over his shoulders. He’d inhale her rich scent and watch as her pussy creamed for him before tasting her. He’d eat at her for hours, lapping up the sweet cream that poured from her hot hole and fucking his tongue inside before ravishing her clit with his lips and tongue. He’d give her the edge of his teeth if she wasn’t still for his feasting, and he’d make her come so many times she’d forget her own name.

Lady Jessamy’s cry had him snapping back to reality, and he realized she’d inserted the dildo into her weeping slit. One hand gripped the blanket beneath her, and the other began fucking the dildo in and out of her cunt. She planted her feet on the blanket and closed her eyes, levering her hips up and splaying her legs to give herself room to work, the sweet sound of the dildo fucking into her sodden folds music to Gabriel’s ears. His eyes glued to Lady Jessamy’s pussy, Gabriel fisted his cock harder and began to pump, letting himself off the leash and treating himself to a series of hard strokes. He’d come when she did.

Lady Jessamy didn’t have long, Gabriel estimated, based on the way her hand was holding steady now, the dildo vibrating deep inside her as she thumbed her clit and pistoned her hips up and down. He picked up his own pace, pumping his hard cock furiously. He wouldn’t have believed the scene before him could get any hotter, but he stroked out of rhythm when Lady Jessamy, mewling in her passion, lifted both legs clear off the blanket. She bent her knees and splayed them wide, and Gabriel felt the seed start to boil out of his balls as she fucked the dildo into her pussy with the hand still thumbing her clit, and with the other hand reached for the butt plug. She tugged on the base of the plug, moving it in and out of her ass in counterpoint to the dildo, and Gabriel saw the instant she came. She positively howled as she found her release, arching her back and fucking both dildo and plug deep into her holes.

Gabriel saw stars as he came, shooting his cum onto the ground in front of him. He grinned. His damned cock didn’t show any signs of softening, and he really couldn’t blame it, since the naked beauty was still stretched out before him, trembling and panting in the aftermath of her orgasm. His cock seemed to think it was time for round two.

Almost apologetically, he zipped up, moving quietly back through the hedgerow to find Lucifer. It was a damned shame he didn’t get to share in Lady Jessamy’s afterglow, and he mentally added it to the list of things he was going to punish her for, not the least of which was failing to tell him she liked it kinky. He grinned evilly as he mounted his horse. Things, the duke decided, were about to get interesting.