Saved By Sex (SinSity Stories) (5 page)

“Good
girl. What do you say?”

“Thank
you,” she pressed out, her voice husky. She didn’t know how much more she could
take and she screamed as a sharp blow smacked across the bottom of one cheek,
his fingers splaying across the top of her thigh.

He
continued. He must have used all his strength on her surely because she’d never
had a spanking like it. All she could think of was the fire surging through her
skin and each touch of his hand. Somewhere inside, the sub in her preened under
the attention, begged for more, but the pain was too much and outwardly she
sobbed with each blow.

When
he coaxed her legs wide and slapped his hand between her thighs it was a
relief. Jett flattened his palm hard across her tender flesh and she accepted
it gratefully, spreading her thighs. His other hand gripped her burning arse
and though he hit her pussy hard, she welcomed the pressure and the relief that
he’d hopefully finished with her rear. He probably only spanked her cunt a
handful of times but the world had grown blurry, her hearing slightly muffled
and every touch now seemed like pure ecstasy. She reared into each spank, her
pussy clenching and dripping for him.

The
invasion of her arse was sudden but it didn’t break through the blissful haze.
He must have collected enough of her arousal to make it easy as his finger
slipped in with no problems. She groaned and bit down on her lip as he wriggled
and twisted the finger.  “That’s it, Gracie, be my little anal slut.”

Jett
slid the invasive finger deeper sending sparks of unbearable sensation through
her. When he scissored his fingers and worked the rest into her cunt, she
squealed. Clearly encouraged, he worked her holes harder and faster until she
quaked and feared she’d lose her grip on the bathtub.

One
strong arm hooked around her waist and drew her up, his finger still in her
arse. She was flat against his chest, the arm now possessively around her
throat as he fucked her arse, adding an extra finger. There was no relief, no
let up as he worked both fingers in and out of her hole, barely giving her a
moment to get used to the sensation. The hand around her throat gave a squeeze
and slid down to her pussy to play with her clit. As he pinched it in time with
the thrusts of his fingers, it became too much and she juddered against him,
eyes clenched shut.

“Jett!”
She screamed his name as her pussy and arse clamped down, the pleasure rolling
through her again and again as he continued his relentless fucking of her arse
and flicking of her bud. He only slowed when every last ounce of pleasure had
been wrung from her.

Grace
let her head flop back against him as he slid his fingers out from her and held
her against him with that hand against her neck once more. Funny, she was
beginning to like that. It felt… almost affectionate. There was no threat
behind it. Just a sense of security.

“Are
you ready for my cock now?” he murmured in her hair.

“Oh
yes, Jett. Yes please.” She probably sounded needy and pathetic but she
couldn’t help thinking, if he could do that with his fingers, what would it be
like to have his cock in there?

Urging
her back onto her knees, he spread her arse cheeks once more and skimmed his
fingers over her puckered hole. He chuckled as she bucked against it in
anticipation. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re going to look so good riding my
cock.”

The
head of his rod touched her hole before sliding down to her pussy. He slipped
it in there easily, once, twice and a third time, teasing her with its width.
Then she felt the heat of him against her hole and he pressed forward,
stretching her, impaling her. Like before, he gave her little chance to get
used to it as he forged forward, breaching her arse.  The sensation of being
utterly filled was almost too much and she cried out, “Jett!”

“That’s
it, Gracie. Scream my name as I take your arse.”

She
didn’t think she could fit anymore of him in her but he kept going until she
was utterly stuffed with cock. The friction was incredible as he retreated a
little then buried himself back in her. He moved slowly several more times
making her groan, fingers gripping her flaming rear. His solid legs pressed
into the back of hers and her breasts swung with the motion.

Grace
keened and whimpered and moaned as he rammed into her, this time fucking her
more heavily. There was no pretence behind his fucking. This was for pleasure.
This was for taking her. This was for making her his. To ensure she never
forgot the day when Jett Olsen plunged his cock in her barely fucked arsehole.

And
she liked it. Her arse strained, burned almost, but he’d said he liked the
honesty of her reactions and she found she liked the honest way he fucked her. They
were similar, she realised, as he pounded into her. He did what he wanted, took
what he wanted, never concealing it behind softer intentions and she would
probably take it all.

Fingers
digging into the bath edge, she grit her teeth as the pressure built. God, was
it possible to explode from pleasure? She was about to reach down and play with
her pussy but Jett must have read her intentions as he bent slightly over her,
bringing his shaft in deeper and used his hand to tease her clit.

“That’s
it, come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel your arse squeeze my cock.”

The
start of an orgasm was already building as he said the words, seemingly
triggered by his deep voice. Fingers squeezing her hips, he thrust heavily into
her, flesh slapping against flesh and he toyed with her sensitive nub. A deep
rumbling sensation grew and she spilled out incoherent words as the pleasure
just kept increasing and increasing. She shook and sweated until she feared
she’d collapse into the water. Only Jett’s strong grip on her prevented her
from doing so.

Then
it flew through her, consuming her. She closed her eyes as she quaked and Jett
murmured encouraging words. Her body pulsed around him and his cock twitched in
an instant reaction. With several long, hard strokes, his hot seed filled her.
Grace savoured the primitive sensation as the last of her climax ebbed away
leaving her head buzzing, her limbs lethargic.

Jett
pressed his lips to her back as he withdrew. Her sound of disappointment must
have amused him as he released a laugh as he urged her back against his to wash
his cum from her. His arms wrapped around her, his heart galloping against her
back.

“Like
that, did you?” he muttered against her hair as his hands skimmed her breasts.

“Mmm-hmm.”
Too much. How would anything ever compare?

“Don’t
get too comfy, Gracie,” he told her gruffly. “I’ve still got the rest of the
night to do whatever I want with you.”

Chapter
Six

The
restraints rubbed against her wrists as she squirmed. Ethan pressed the
massager against her pussy, sparking sensation between her thighs. Tied up on
an x-frame and tilted slightly back, her sex was exposed to the audience. Her
skin was already red from a cropping, welts colouring her thighs and breasts
but she’d barely felt them. Nothing seemed the same now. Not since Jett.

Had
she been wrong? Grace closed her eyes, willing the pleasure to consume her as
usual. Jett had fucked her raw that night and dropped her home himself the next
morning. And then… then he’d asked if she wanted a repeat.

But
how could she? The deal had been one night and one night only. She had Beth to
worry about. And she’d been burned. After her lack of foresight with Greg, how could
she throw herself into the arms of a man like Jett? Even if her body still
craved his touch. Even if every time she masturbated, the only way she could
come was if she thought of him.

And
she did it now. As she wriggled against the padded leather, the massager
tickling her clit, she imagined it was Jett pressing it against her cunt. He
hadn’t even been in the club in the week since. Though she sighed with relief
every time she stepped out and didn’t spot him, her heart stabbed in
disappointment too. But what else did she expect? A man like Jett Olsen didn’t
ask twice.

He’d
DP’d her, pressing a dildo in her arse as he took her. He’d cum on her body.
He’d used her in every way possible but he’d always respected her. Never at any
point had the night felt sordid. Her pussy clenched at the memory of him
cradling her, sliding his cock into her abused holes, telling her how hot and wet
she was.

As
she peaked, she opened her eyes. Her heart jolted into her throat as she caught
sight of a figure in jeans and a light t-shirt. The stage lights were too
bright for her to make out who it was but she watched him stride out the
entrance, convinced of one thing as her orgasm claimed her. It was Jett.

Only
he’d have the balls to wear casual clothes into a club with such a strict
policy. And he’d be one of the few the owners would let get away with it. Had
he been watching her? Did he regret that they never tried another night
together as much as she? Had that one night been the start of a potentially
amazing relationship? God, she was so confused.

Ethan
straightened the x-frame and released her as a ripple of applause sounded. He
gave her a look of concern. “You okay, babe? You didn’t seem all there
tonight.”

“I’m
fine.” She smiled reassuringly as she slipped on her robe. “Just tired.”

“That
ex of yours isn’t hassling you still, is he?”

“No,
all quiet now. Think he got the message.”

Ethan
nodded slowly and gave her an affectionate pat on the cheek. “Well, if you need
anything, let me know.”

“Thanks,
Ethan.”

She
winced at the look of pity in his gaze as she strolled off the stage. Was it so
obvious she was hurting? And not just from Ethan’s spanking. She missed Jett.
One night with him and she missed him. Grace slumped into the dressing table
chair and grabbed a face wipe. Swiping at her make-up, she grimaced as she eyed
the circles under her eyes. Even her mother and Beth had noticed her foul mood.
Poor Beth. She really didn’t deserve a grumpy mother.

And
she should be happy. She’d not seen Greg since that night. Whatever Jett had
done, whatever he’d threatened, it had clearly worked. Her loser of an ex was
out of her life for good. She should be over the moon. Now she and Beth could
get on with their life. Except it still felt like something was missing.

Grace
changed into her jeans and jumper and flung her coat on before fetching her bag
from the lockers. She fished out her phone as she nodded goodbye to the
security guys on the backdoor and jabbed at it. Shit. Twelve missed calls from
her mother. Was Beth ill? She was about to call back when she realised she’d
left her a voicemail.

A
chill swept through her and it had nothing to do with the cold weather and
everything to do with the person propped against her car as she strode across
the carpark. Jett greeted her with a twisted grin, looking at ease in his jeans
and a worn leather jacket.

Her
mother’s voice came through on her mobile and she froze. A sick twisting
sensation echoed through her as she listened.

“Grace,
you need to come home,” he mother’s voice wavered. “Beth’s gone. Greg took her.
He just burst in and snatched her. I-I was half asleep. I thought it was you
knocking. I-I’ve called the po—“

The
phone clattered to the ground as her body went numb, the agony in her chest
making it impossible to hold onto it. Jett was by her side in an instant as he
scooped up the phone and snatched her hand.

“What’s
going on, Gracie?”

Her
hand shook in his, tears bit at her eyes. “I-I need to get home. I can’t talk,
Jett.” She tore her hand from his and pushed past him. “Greg’s got Beth,” she
spilled out as he followed after her.

A
palm came to her shoulder and he forced her to stop. “Wait.”

“Jett,
get the fuck off me!” She twisted him away from him, swiping the tears from
eyes. Her pulse pounded, palms grew sticky. Her baby was in the hands of that
arsehole. Her worst nightmare had come true.

“Come
on my bike.” He quickly shadowed her steps. “It will be quicker. Besides I
think I know where he’s going.”

Grace
blinked up at him. “You do?”

“Yeah.”
He shoved his hands in his jeans pockets. “The airport. Gatwick. After I made a
few threats, I bought him a one way ticket to Ireland. He was
meant
to
get out of your life for good.” He clenched his jaw.

“Oh
God he’s taking Beth to Ireland? I won’t see her again.”

“You
will. Come on.”

 Jett
took her hand and hurriedly led her to his bike. It was a big black shiny
thing. It looked lethal. It looked like Jett. At any other time she might have
refused to get on it but it
would
be quicker. Jett shoved a helmet on
her head and snapped it under her chin.

She
shuddered as he climbed on and started it up, the roar of the engine almost deafening.
The taut muscles that played under her fingertips as she wrapped her arms about
his waist leant her a little reassurance. Jett was here.

They
made quick work of the early morning streets. Thank God it wasn’t rush hour or
they’d have no chance. Would Beth be scared? She hadn’t seen Greg in a long
time. Did she even remember her dad? Grace closed her eyes behind the visor of
her helmet and willed her heart to slow its racing pace.

But
her heart’s pounding increased as she saw the signs for Gatwick. A few planes
flew overhead, their lights flashing in the dark and she squeezed her eyes shut
and begged to see Beth again. She gripped Jett’s t-shirt and focused on the
warmth of his stomach under his jacket, trying to absorb all the comfort he
provided.

When
they pulled up to the terminal, Jett turned the bike into a parking space and
jumped off, helping her off. She fumbled with her helmet and he unclipped it
for her, hanging them both over the handles before snatching her hand. She
recognised the airline signs as one of the Irish ones as they dashed through
the sliding doors and up to the counter. 

They
both paused and studied the line of waiting passengers but Greg was nowhere to
be seen. Someone muttered a swear word as they pushed their way in front of the
waiting queue but Jett gave them a glare as the clerk started up at him, wide
eyed. Thank God she had this strong, intimidating man on her side.

“S-sir,
you need to go to the back of the queue.” The clerk reached for the phone on
her desk.

“Listen,
there is a child in danger.” He smacked his palm on the counter. “Has a man
come through here? Blond? Scruffy? With a young girl… how old?” He turned to
Grace.

“Seven.
She’s seven. With dark hair, like mine. Please, he’s trying to kidnap her.”

The
clerk gulped and darted a glance around at the other desk clerks. “I’m sorry, I
haven’t—”

“I
saw them, I think,” a dark haired lady interrupted. “Sent them through about
ten minutes ago.”

“Oh
God.” Grace felt the blood drain from her body.

“Call
security,” Jett ordered as he snatched Grace’s hand and dragged her toward
passport control.

Thankfully
the airport was quieter than usual due to the early hour but they still had to
push past several people. Grace’s heart leaped in her throat as she spotted a
shaggy blond head.

“Jett,
that’s him.” She couldn’t see Beth behind the line of people waiting to hand
over their passport but it was definitely Greg.  They’d obviously just gone
through. Grip tight on Jett’s hand, she tugged on his arm. “I don’t have my
passport or a ticket. We won’t get through!” Grace darted a look around, No one
made a move to stop Greg. Clearly front desk hadn’t passed on the message or
they didn’t realise it was him. She needed to find someone to help.

“Like
hell.” Jett released her hand and before she’d realised what was happening, he
barrelled past the security officer at the checkpoint.

A
hand to her mouth, Grace watched as another made a grab for him and he slipped
past, making a bee line for Greg. Her ex turned at the sound of the disturbance
and she spotted Beth. She must have called her name, as Beth lifted her head
and started to run toward her.

Greg
snatched Beth’s arm but Jett was upon him, bringing a fist into his face. Beth
broke free as armed security burst onto the scene. The world fell out from
beneath her and she fell to her knees as Beth ran straight into her arms. An
armed officer jumped on Jett as Greg dropped to the floor, apparently
unconscious. The sight of guns, the sound of pounding feet gripped at her
heart.
God, please don’t let him be shot.

Squeezing
Beth tightly, tears spilled out as Jett was dragged to his feet. He flashed her
a triumphant grin as he was led away, an officer on either side. She blew out a
breath as a security officer approached.

“Miss,
can you tell me what this was all about?”

She
climbed to her feet and hefted Beth into her arms. “Yes. That man,” she pointed
to Greg, “was trying to take my daughter. And that man,” she pointed to Jett as
they took him into a side office, “just saved her.”