Authors: Kristal Baird
Chapter Nine
J
AKE STOOD THERE
with a plug up his arse and a prick ready to go nuclear. And she was going to ditch him. Cally never failed to surprise him.
First he’d been amazed how readily she took to training. Shit, she’d even liked it, however much she protested. He was astonished by how quickly he had come to like her and he didn’t just mean that fuck-me body, which was even more surprising. He didn’t even want to think about where this went from here. Or why he felt this way. That was possibly the most astounding thing of all. Usually he didn’t care, as long as the women were properly trained – go on, admit it, he meant brainwashed into enjoying their fate. Just as long as he got paid.
But now this.
Cally was the only woman who had ever tried to turn the tables on him. Most of these women were scared shitless of their own sexual responses. But she was game to try a different role and he had been willing to let her. That was the most stunning thing of all.
Well, with some provisos. Jake reached up and unclipped the restraint with his fingers again. He couldn’t think for the life of him what Mathers had ever done to think he deserved a hot chick like Cally Hammond. The twinge in his gut, as he undid the rest of his shackles and slowly removed the anal plug, made him want to smash the bastard’s face in.
Removing that plugkick-started his cock again. Did Cally have any idea what doing that to a man’s arse did to the rest of him? He slowly unclamped his nipples, to his relief. God, he’d had no idea what that did to you.
Restraint and tortureand psychological pressure had all been part of his Special Forces training. He could handle it as well as the best of them. And he knew how to use it against others effectively, to get what he wanted too. But right now, by doing all this to him, Cally was playing with fire. And she was about to get burned. Badly. He smirked.
He had waited for a good while as he heard her moving around, watching some stupid comedy show for a bit and then going off to bed. He’d listened. He was almost sure she’d want to masturbate again and he didn’t want to spoil the show. He got off almost as much on hearing a woman jack herself off as he would watching her do it. But there was time enough for all that and plenty more. He wasn’t anywhere near finished playing with Cally yet. That was a certainty.
Right now he had an urgent bit of business to attend to. He looked down at his cock as it leapt with excitement. The woman who had created this ticking time-bomb was going to have to deal with the detonation. He followed his stiff master through to the bedroom, where Cally lay sleeping.
Jake stood and watched her for a moment as she lay sprawled on top of the quilt. She was wearing another of his white T-shirts. It came to the top of her thighs which fell softly open. Inviting. Waiting. He liked the look of her in his clothes. Beautiful. Feminine. Sexy. But he liked the look of her out of them even more.
He crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, leaning half over her. She stirred at the movement of the bed around her but remained quiet. He blew softly on her cheek. Well, he wasn’t about to fuck a sleeping woman. He wanted her to appreciate what he was giving her.
His cock throbbed impatiently. ‘Wake up, Cally.’ Jake’s voice was gentle. He didn’t want to scare her.
Her eyes opened a little, slowly. She blinked for a second, not moving.
‘It’s me, Cally. Come to get what you promised me.’
She came to full consciousness in a sudden flash of awareness and tried to scuttle away from him, further up the bed. ‘What the fuck?’
‘Ssshh,’ he hushed her. Moved forward, positioning his body over hers again.
‘I left you –’
Jake interrupted. ‘That’s right. You left me, you bad girl. I didn’t mind fooling around when you were there too, but it got a little lonely, just me and my best pal.’ Jake glanced down at his rock-solid penis and her eyes followed his, down his body.
He could see she still couldn’t make any sense of it, by the cute little frown across her forehead. But she knew why he was here. The evidence was irrefutable.
‘You were chained up to the frame. I didn’t open it.’ Cally looked toward the door as if she expected someone else to walk in the room. His accomplice.
Jake followed her line of sight this time. He grinned, understanding completely what she was thinking. ‘It’s just you and me, Cally. There’s no one else here.’
She looked pissed. ‘Then how the hell did you get out of there?’
He liked that cute little frown on her face. The doubt. ‘I let myself out.’ He grinned some more.
‘What the fuck?’
‘Will you stop saying that, Cally?’ Jake knew he looked at her with an intensity born of the state of his body’s need for hers. Immediate need. He leant in and kissed her open lips.
She wrenched her head aside to avoid him. Jake reached up a hand, grasping her chin in his fingers. He forced her lips to meet his again and kissed her, hard. Much as she tried, she could not avoid him, but she clamped her mouth shut and refused to let him inside.
Jake released her chin and grasped the bottom edge of the T-shirt, sliding it upward to get a look at her body. She shoved his hand away. ‘Don’t touch me,’ she spat out. She appeared to be still in a daze.
He froze, beginning to feel a little taut. He wanted her now. Right now. ‘Just so we’re all clear about this, we’re back to normal,’ he informed her. ‘We had a little fun pretending you were in control for a while, but normal service has just been resumed.’ He took hold of the fabric again and hitched it up to her waist.
Cally kicked her legs out, to get him off. ‘What do you mean,
pretending
? I chained you up. Did things to you.’
‘Oh, you did things to me all right, honey. And now you see the results before you. You got me hot as all hell. Now you’re going to have to cool me back down again.’ He slid his hand slowly up her soft inner thigh.
She tried pulling his hand off her. ‘How did you get out?’
‘I never was chained against my will. I wouldn’t have allowed you to do that.’
‘But you chained me against
my
will,’ she retorted.
‘Did I? You think about that one, Cally.’ This delay was only serving to make him more ferociously male and predatory. And his female target was nicely in his sights. He grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her onto her back underneath him, collapsing his weight on top of her. Jake settled her silken thigh outside his hip.
He shifted enough to pull the T-shirt up over her breasts. God he adored those delights. Full and soft, with a hard centre, just like his favourite chocolates. He lowered his head and took one nipple in his mouth, waiting for it to melt.
Cally rammed the fingers of both her hands through his hair and yanked his head back, away from her body.
Jake reached back and extracted one of her hands from his hair, pulling a clump out as he did so. He held her fist up above her head, cramming it into the pillow, and started to nudge his erection toward her tight little cunt.
Cally squirmed beneath him, which he found quite stimulating, in his advanced state of erotic desire.
‘Get off me, you great ape!’ she squealed. Freeing her untrapped hand from his hair, she used it to push at his chest, trying in vain to get his weight off of her.
Jake discontinued his activities. ‘Ape? I’ve been called plenty of things before, but a primate? I like it.’ Cally stopped struggling, as he continued. ‘Are you trying to tell me you refuse to have sex with me? You get me all worked up with your teasing little fingers and tortures and you refuse to see it through to the end?’
Cally looked at him as if he sounded quietly mad and deadly. She tried to placate him. ‘That’s only the frustration talking. You made me feel pretty mad at times too, when you wouldn’t let me have any.’
Jake gave a tight little laugh. The moment for humour was over. He knew she was right but he wasn’t in any mood to concede the point. ‘Well I’m letting you have some now. In fact, I insist on it.’ He jerked her around beneath him until he’d dragged the T-shirt over her head completely and tossed it across the room.
They ended up back in the same position, both entirely naked now. Jake reached between his legs and took his cock in his hand. The grimace on his face portrayed how near he was to coming.
Cally struggled to avoid it, again. Jake wrapped a powerful arm around her middle and shifted their position until she was sitting up against the headboard and he was kneeling, straddling her thighs.
‘Hit me,’ he ordered her.
‘What?’ She seemed surprised. Shocked.
‘Hit me,’ Jake repeated. ‘You don’t want me to force myself on you, so fight me off. Hit me.’
Cally didn’t need telling a third time. She struck him around the face. Jake didn’t flinch. ‘Is that all you’ve got? I said hit me, not caress me.’
Drawing back her hand for greater impact, Cally struck out again. Her palm landed with a resounding smack on the side of his face. Again, Jake didn’t react.
‘That was a little better, but it’s not going to stop me. You’ll have to fight harder than that if you want to get out of this untouched.’
Cally struck him with one hand, then the other. Jake tapped her back across the cheek with the ends of his fingers. She didn’t even register how gently he did it, she was riven with rage.
They traded similar blows for a moment until Cally went ballistic. She hit and punched and thumped Jake until her breath came hard and fast. Then he kissed her. She bit his lip and he yelped and pulled back. He pulled her onto her back beneath him again and grabbed her breasts as she kicked and rolled from side to side to escape his groping hands.
Then suddenly she was pulling him toward her. Scratching him, kissing him, licking his lips and sucking his tongue into her open mouth.
He rolled over, twisting onto his back, and pulled Cally over him, releasing her. She pushed herself up and straddled his hips frantically as he lay back, reaching forward with his hands and fretting her nipples with his thumbs. ‘What are you going to do to me now, honey?’ Jake urged her onward.
Cally lifted herself upright onto her knees, positioning his questing prick at the juicy little entrance to her vagina. Just like she had done a few hours ago with a dildo, she sheathed his erection fully as she sank slowly over it, as low as she could get.
‘I’m going to fuck you, Jake. Take you.’ Cally ground out the words.
Jake felt a renewed surge of tension roll through his prick’s length from tip to root as Cally’s muscles gripped and squeezed his shaft, with an echoing frisson returning all the way back again. The wild sensation itched to the ends of every limb, making his hands fist, his toes curl, and his teeth clench.
Cally undulated her hips in a rolling motion, forward and up and back and down, grinding the thick shaft in her sensitive cave of muscles and nerves. Her hands reached back and teased his hot rocks, reciprocating for the pleasurable friction with which he was rewarding her erect nipples.
‘Oh yes, Cally. Keep doing that. Oh yeah. That feels so fucking fantastic.’
‘Shut up and fuck me harder.’
‘Demanding bitch,’ Jake laughed. He rolled again, taking her with him. He withdrew his weapon slowly almost to the unsheathed globe end. He looked down at it, glossy and glowing with her come, as it entered her pussy. He watched, fascinated, as her entrance stretched to accommodate it, pushing in a short way and drawing back out again. Slowly.
He thrust deeper and harder, in and out, fascinated as the heavy weight of her breasts swayed back and forth with the impact of each propulsion. Her look of tortured ecstasy matched only her little kitten mewls in exciting his own responses. He adored it when a woman voiced her reactions, especially as she came, like a high-pitched violin being played with his expert bowing. He loved to see how long he could draw out that high note.
But Jake withdrew. Before it was too late, he wanted to look at her cunt for a moment. It would only be a moment, he knew, he was so close to coming himself and he ran the risk that the sight of her swollen pussy might be the very thing that pushed his boat over the falls. But still, he couldn’t resist. He pulled back and pushed her thighs asunder, holding open the pussy lips that outlined her plump little slit, with his fingers. Her dusky pink tissues, moist and inviting called his fingers to them. He stroked them through its length easily, back and forth, gliding in the slickness of her come.
She was a horny, sexy little bitch and she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Her body signalled the full story. Jake flicked his thumb slowly over her clitoris and she yelped and moaned. He held off for a bit until her hips jerked, as her greedy flesh sought the release his fingers could provide her with. He flicked her again across the clit a couple of times.
‘You like that, Cally?’ Jake snarled out his rhetorical question.
‘Yes. Ooh. Do it. Again, Jake,’ Cally pleaded between hitched breaths.
He bent over and flicked her aroused clit with his tongue. Once, twice, a final time. Her hips bucked wildly, so close to orgasm. He pulled back, watching her cunny search for his administrations in vain.
Jake sat back, holding his cock firmly, as if he could prevent the final eruption occurring. ‘What do you want from me, Cally?’ The pain of delay ripped through his voice too.
‘Put your cock in my pussy, Jake,’ she pleaded.
‘And why should I reward you that way?’ Jake held both her hands above her head, in one of his, to prevent the inevitable self-stimulation she sought. His position was perfect to comply with her wishes. Just another inch forward.
‘Because you want to come too?’
‘Wrong answer. Do you think I couldn’t get up and walk away?’ Jake knew it was probably a lie. He was dying even as he delayed.
‘Don’t go, Jake.’
He shoved two fingers inside her vagina and agitated her G-spot, and her mind, before withdrawing them.
‘Don’t stop. Touch me. Please, Jake. We can go back to how it was before.’ Cally had difficulty speaking.
‘How was it before?’ He slicked across her clit again to keep her edgy.