When she took all of him into her mouth and firmly sucked all the way back up, he gripped a handful of her hair, releasing a groan that made her heart thump hard in her chest.
Even though she was still sore from that machine in the dungeon, she had a very strong desire to have the real thing in her pussy. She sucked him harder, taking him so far into her mouth that the grip on her hair became painful.
She didn’t care. The pain mingled with her growing need to have him inside her, and she quickened her pace, until she felt his stomach muscles clench.
He sounded hoarse when he spoke. “Stop now, and climb onto my lap.”
She did so at once, her body craving his. When she went to slam herself down on him, he grabbed her waist and stopped her, and her eyes flew up to meet his; her frustration clear on her face.
Jacob laughed softly in the darkened room, the only lights coming from the TV screen. “Such enthusiasm, my little submissive. But you’re not the one who’s in control here. Where should your hands be?”
She tutted and put them behind her back again, ready to beg him to fuck her if he didn’t do it soon.
“Megan, if you tsk at my instructions again, I will turn you over my knee, grab a paddle, and beat on your ass till you beg me to stop. Is that clear?”
Her heart sank at his harsh words of disapproval. “Yes. I won’t do it again, Sir, I’m sorry.”
He took her face in his hands and kissed her firmly on the lips. “Good girl. Apology accepted. I’m going to fuck you hard now, sub. Are you ready?”
Megan didn’t have time to answer before he tightened his grip on her hips and rammed her down onto his thick, hard erection. She cried out at the intrusion in her already swollen pussy, but he didn’t alter his pace at all, raising her off him and then thrusting her back down, over and over.
Her breasts bounced and she instinctively threw her head back, oblivious to anything or anybody else in the room except the two of them. It was hard to keep her balance, even with his hands on her waist, and after a minute, Jacob relented.
“You may hold on to me now, if you wish,” he said, and her hands flew up and gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh while he pounded into her tender cunt.
His hands left her waist and went to her breasts, caressing them and pinching her taut nipples, and when he altered his position inside her just slightly, she moaned.“Ohhh…please…”
“There
we go,” he said, “that sounds about right.”
Her head came back down and met his gaze. Their faces were only inches apart, and when he brought her down on his cock again, he hit directly on to her G-spot.
She came, her whole body tensing, every muscle in her legs clenching his body to her, and her eyes locked on his.
It took only three more huge thrusts, with his hands back around her waist, and Jacob came hard, his seed filling her as his face pressed against her chest.
Neither of them moved until Megan lifted her hand and began to stroke her Dom’s dark hair while they sat, so intimately connected to each other, with the game going on, unnoticed in front of them.
Something shifted inside Jacob, while he held her to him, and all the reservations he’d had about getting too involved with anyone seemed to slip away.
He’d be a fool to introduce this amazing woman to the delights of a BDSM lifestyle, and then let her go and fall into the arms of someone else, because he was too much of a pussy to acknowledge his feelings.
Sometime soon, the two of them were going to talk about the future. He would allow this need she had to prove her independence, for a while, but by Christmas he wanted her to be in his bed, every night, with that soft, curvy body curled around him.
He smiled to himself. Even if it meant he had to drag her, kicking and screaming, all the way. In fact, maybe a little kidnapping scene might be fun. Just so long as he got to fuck his captive afterwards, preferably till she couldn’t walk in a straight line.
Eventually, he lifted her off his cock, and let her settle down on his lap, while he pretended to concentrate on the game.
She really was a snuggler, which was just fine with him, and it wasn’t long before her breathing evened out, and she fell asleep.
* * * *
She woke, just briefly, when Jacob got into bed, beside her. He’d taken her up there, just before Alec and Laura had had to leave. They weren’t able to stay, due to an extremely early meeting that Alec had to attend, but Mat and Rachel were spending the night, and Mat had said goodbye to Alec on the way upstairs, with Rachel in his arms, half asleep.
When Jacob pulled Megan back towards him, she settled against his chest, and he grinned when her pert, round bottom rested against his groin.
Jesus, it was tempting, to take her from behind, but she was exhausted, and he knew how sore she was already going to be in the morning.
So he let her fall back asleep, while he lay there in the dark, his arms wrapped around his woman, until sleep came to claim him.
Chapter Twelve
Megan woke to an empty space beside her, and a wonderful aroma of fresh coffee. When she glanced at the clock on the bedside table, she was surprised to find it was almost nine-thirty.
After stretching luxuriously, she made herself get out from under the warm comforter. She used the bathroom then pulled on a shirt of Jacob’s that he had left on the arm of the chair.
It smelled of him, and she smiled, thinking of all that had happened last night. Her bottom was still quite sore, after the spanking from the three Doms, and her pussy felt tender and swollen, but she didn’t mind at all. In fact, she realized she was turned on by the knowledge that she had been controlled in such a way, and been spanked and fucked so thoroughly.
Walking down the stairs to find Jacob, a sensation of utter contentment filled her with joy, and when she walked into the kitchen, her pulse quickened at just the sight of her Dom, standing at the counter, pouring steaming coffee into two large mugs.
He turned and smiled. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I was just about to come and wake you, to see if you wanted your daily spanking, now or later.”
Megan froze, and her behind seemed to ache even more, just at the sound of his words.
The look on her face made Jacob laugh, and he crossed the room and pulled her to him, kissing her thoroughly. His hands went under the shirt, and ran over her ass, and she hitched a breath when he touched the sore areas.
“Mmm, maybe we’ll leave it till tonight,” he murmured in her ear. “My little sub still seems a bit tender.”
She visibly relaxed at his words, and with his arm still around her, he led her over to the table and pulled out a chair for her.
When he put a mug down in front of her, and then took a seat across the table, she gave him a smile. “Thank you, Sir. I mean, for the coffee, and for not…for letting me wait until later…”
Her words trailed off, and Jacob studied the woman sitting opposite him. Jesus, he wanted to sink his cock into her tight, wet pussy right now, seeing her sitting there in his shirt, all tousled and pink.
It was endearing, how she could still be embarrassed talking about being spanked after everything that had happened last night, and he had to make himself sit there, and drink his coffee instead of pulling out her chair and bending her over the table.
Her words interrupted his thoughts. “You don’t have to work today, Sir?”
He pushed his thoughts to one side and concentrated on her question. “One of the perks of being the boss means I can work from home sometimes, although I do have a meeting in an hour or so. Mat and Rachel had to leave at the crack of dawn, to let their menagerie of animals out. I heard them go at about six, and Mat called a while ago to say that Rachel’s running late as well, so I’ll drop you off on the way to my meeting. All being well, I’ll be able to pick up some lunch for us and bring it to the kennels.”
“That sounds great,” she answered, but he frowned, when she looked down at the table, apparently lost in thought.
“Share those thoughts with me, sub,” he said.
She glanced up quickly at the firm tone he’d used. “Oh, it’s nothing bad, Sir,” she said, with a grin. “I was just thinking that this is what it must be like to be in a normal relationship with someone. You know, sorting out the day ahead, making arrangements, just mundane things like that.” She paused. “It feels really good.”
“Come here.”
The two words made Megan’s pulse speed up. She rose and walked around the table to him. He turned to face her, and then pushed his foot against her calf, making her spread her legs.
His hand, warm from the coffee mug, covered her mound, and he let it slide down between her legs, his fingers sweeping through her folds, and she could feel herself become wet with his attentions.
“Put your hands on my shoulders,” he said, and she did so, letting her fingers press into the large muscles while he explored her some more.
He could feel how puffy and swollen she still was, and when he pushed a finger up into her pussy, she gasped at the intrusion into that very sensitive area. Her fingers dug into him, but he didn’t seem to notice, and when he added another finger, she moaned, half in pain, and half with instant desire.
His fingers moved in and out of her, and a third flicked over her clit.
Her head came down onto his shoulder and her legs trembled, but his fingers were relentless.
She knew she would come quickly; her body was like an instrument, being played by an expert, and when he used his finger and thumb to pinch, and then press down on her clit, her whole body shook as an orgasm traveled right through her lower half.
Each time he flicked her clit, she shuddered. Her body was not her own, it was his, to play with and control as he pleased.
When he removed his hand, she gave a sigh of pure contentment, and he chuckled and pulled her onto his lap.
“Such a lovely, responsive sub,” he said softly, and nuzzled her neck until she squirmed, and they both laughed. “Right, that’s enough,” Jacob said, with a mock, stern look. “You need to wash and dress, instead of begging me for all this attention. You’re going to make us both late, and then I’ll have to spank your behind, sore or not.”
Megan’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, ready to tell him exactly who was going to make them late, but when his eyebrows went up, and he gave her a purely Dom look, she quickly changed her mind.
Instead, she gave him a beaming smile. “Yes, Sir, right away, Sir. I wouldn’t want to make you late, Sir.”
She stood up, went around the table, drank down her coffee, and then rinsed out her cup. She hurried from the room, leaving her Dom sitting there, shaking his head at her sassiness, a smile on his face, obviously loving the fact that she was so relaxed and happy in his company.
He let her get washed and dressed in peace, and after gathering the paperwork he needed from his office, he finished his own coffee, and flicked through the notes he had made for his ensuing meeting.
* * * *
It was a cold, but bright morning, and Megan enjoyed the ride to the kennels. She soaked up the amazing scenery, never tiring of seeing the mountains and endless trees with their gold and russet leaves.
When Jacob swung into the parking lot, Rachel was just getting out of her car, and she waved when she saw them approach.
Megan wondered if things would be awkward between them after being naked, and disciplined, in Jacob’s house last night, let alone what had come afterwards.
However, Rachel was as relaxed and friendly as ever, and she followed the two of them in, carrying three large bags of takeout breakfast.
“I’m pretty sure I got enough for the two of us. What do you think?” she asked.
Megan began to laugh while she watched Rachel empty out enough food for at least five people.
Jacob shook his head and grabbed his sub for a goodbye kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, one hand holding both of hers behind her back, and the other, sliding up under her sweater and tee shirt, where he found her breast; the bud already starting to bunch and tighten.
Rachel didn’t seem to notice and proceeded to start eating her breakfast, and Jacob didn’t seem in any hurry to release Megan.
“Um, I don’t want to make you late for work, Sir,” she said, sounding slightly out of breath while Jacob’s fingers played and pulled gently on her sensitive nipple.
His fingers left her breast and slid out of her clothes. “You’re right, Megan. This ploy to distract me should really stop, now. Do you understand?”
He gave her one of his devilish grins, and then slapped her behind. “I’ll see you at one.” Then he glanced at the pile of food, raised his eyebrows, and added, “I think I’ll bring you a salad.”
Megan watched him leave, and then turned back to the spread of food, absently picking up a biscuit, and taking a bite.
“Wow, you’ve really got it bad, huh?” Rachel said, taking a seat at the office desk.
Megan sighed and regarded her new friend. “Is it that obvious?”
“Only to anyone who’s in the same room as the two of you for more than a couple of seconds,” she said, innocently.
Megan put down the biscuit, the mouthful she had taken, getting stuck in her throat. She coughed, and then took a sip of the apple juice that Rachel had got for them both.
“Shit, I don’t want him to think that I’m some love-sick school kid,” she said with a groan.
“No, I mean I don’t know him as well as Mat does, but I don’t think he’s into teenagers.”
Megan scowled at her good-naturedly. “Very funny. I mean that I don’t want him to think I’m desperate.”
Rachel switched the newly installed computer on, and then sat back in her chair. “He’s cautious, I know that. His ex-wife completely screwed him over, and when he did start to get involved again, his taste sure as hell left a lot to be desired. Present company excluded, of course.”
“Well, thank you,” Megan replied, grinning.
Rachel chuckled. “Anyway, his last girlfriend, Natalie, was a first prize bitch; a real stuck up cow.”