“My clothes,” Anne reminded him, gasping and eager to get to the next step, where she’d see a grown up Jacob naked and begging beneath her. But first he’d have to please her. Then, if he was good, she’d let him inside.
“Right. Sorry.” He lifted himself up, balancing on one arm as he helped take off her shirt then reached behind her to undo her bra. She gasped as her bra came away, exposing her to the cool air. Her nipples tightened and she brought her fingers away from his thick shoulders in order to tease them into hard peaks.
Jacob kissed down her sternum, then her belly, circling her navel with his tongue then sliding her skirt and panties off in one quick motion.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he gasped, bringing his hands up to her hips as he moved his tongue along her inner thighs.
Anne smiled. She kept in shape, fortunately keeping her curves in the process as well. Men loved her breasts and she enjoyed having them played with. “Now you,” she said, nodding to his pants. She kicked off her heels then brought one of her hands to her swollen folds while keeping the other on her breast. She played roughly with her nipple, squeezing hard enough to feel pain as she watched him take off the rest of his clothes.
His muscular stomach ended in a thatch of dark curls and she followed them down with her eyes to his thick cock, standing proudly against his stomach. She licked her lips, imagining how good he’d feel inside her, how she’d stretch around him as he filled her. He got on the bed again, kneeling between her thighs, and stroked his cock from tip to base, spreading the clear pre-cum around. He leaned forward, moving up her body but she stopped him with a firm hand on his chest.
“Not yet,” she said, grinning as she slid her hand to his hair.
“No?”
Anne shook her head. “Lick me first.”
It took a moment for him to figure out what she meant but when he did he gave her a little smile. She kept a firm hand on his head and spread her thighs, making more room for him on the bed. The first warm puff of his breath against her clit sent shivers through her, making her throb for him. Then his tongue pressed her stiff nub and all breath escaped her lungs. She tightened her hand in his hair and held him to her clit. He moved her thighs to his shoulders and she crossed her ankles over his spine, pulling him in even closer as he stroked her sensitive clit with his tongue.
Anne trembled against his mouth, moaning as he worked his way between her thighs and teased her clit. “Damn you’re good at this,” she panted. His deep chuckle sent breaths of hot air over her body and she shivered in his hold.
He slid a finger into her warmth, causing her to buck against him. A second finger quickly joined the first, stretching her and making her gasp. The heat in her core coiled into a tight ball, threatening to send her over the edge. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. Just thinking about him being under her pushed her climax closer and she moaned loudly.
Not yet.
She’d come when he was in her.
“Jacob… Stop…” she gasped. “Fuck. I’m going to come.”
He grinned up at her, his green eyes sparkling wickedly. “Then do it. Let me taste you.”
Tempting as his offer was, she wouldn’t give in that easily. “Soon. When you’re buried inside me.”
He gulped and nodded, slowly sitting back up. When he was kneeling, she crawled toward him then lay on her belly between his thighs. The length of his thick cock was in front of her and she pressed her cheek against it, feeling its weight against her cool skin. “Hands behind you, hang onto the footboard,” she commanded as he reached for her. He hesitated. Though she was looking squarely at his cock, she saw his right hand clench then release. After a moment or two of indecision, he appeared to take her command for exactly what it was—an order—and did as she’d told him.
She breathed in his scent deeply and nuzzled the base of his cock with the tip of her nose. He was young, perfect and all male. Exactly what she needed at that moment. And, given a bit of direction, he appeared to take orders fairly well. She didn’t doubt that if she kept him around there would be a few missteps here and there, but she could deal with them. She hadn’t been around a well-trained sub in over a year and the peace of having a perfectly willing partner was so very tempting.
Anne licked her lips then ran them along the underside of Jacob’s cock, making him jump erratically and suck in his breath on a wild hiss that sent shivers along her spine. He moved forward, pushing his cock against her mouth and though it may have been simply a reaction, it could not be allowed to continue. “Uh huh,” she scolded him. “You move when I give you permission. Not before. This is my playtime. You had yours. Now be a good boy and hold still.”
“Yes, Chef.” His quiet acceptance sent a shiver of desire through her. As did his formal use of her title. Though she’d called him by his name, he hadn’t broken formality and called her by her own. The difference he clearly placed between them thrilled and excited her, making her even wetter.
Grinning wickedly, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and pulled upward toward his swollen head. She brought her lips to his sac, sucking him as she moved her hand over his thick length. She teased him, alternating between her hand and tongue as she stroked his shaft. The low noises coming from his throat told her he was becoming increasingly desperate for his own climax. Good, she wanted him on the edge—somewhere between desperation and madness was where she found her greatest pleasure. And today she’d be sharing that moment with him.
Smiling and very nearly throbbing with need, she slid back onto her knees, though she was sure to keep her hand on him, her pale fingers a brilliant contrast to the tanned muscles of his lower stomach.
“Lie down on your back, arms above your head,” she instructed him.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” he asked softly, his warm green eyes following her movements as she rose from the bed.
Chuckling, Anne went to her dresser. It gleamed in the soft light of the room, its ebony surface recently restored to its original glory. It looked new, with barely a mark on it despite being from the early 1800’s. She’d paid a hefty price to make sure of it. “Would you like that?” she asked, running her fingers along the gleaming surface of the dark wood. Aside from her knives, this piece was her most prized possession. And it held her greatest desires.
“Yes.”
She pulled open the small top drawer and took out a soft, finely braided flogger that had cost her more than most chefs made in a month. But for the quality she desired, the price was no object. She brought it down with a loud smack against her outer thigh, testing the familiar weight of the piece in her hands and the bite of the strands against her heated skin before reaching in to pluck a small foil package from the box she always kept at the ready.
Anne turned toward Jacob, pleased to see that he had followed her instructions and stretched himself over the bed, his arms hanging loosely over her footboard. His heavy cock stood erect against his stomach, asking to be fucked, while the warmth of his gaze nearly begged for the same. Keeping the flogger close by her side, she walked around to the foot of the bed. Her thighs brushed against his fingertips but he made no move to grab for her. Bending low, she rewarded his control with a kiss.
“You grew up well, Jacob.” She straightened up then pulled the silk ties from the bottom of the bed along with the thin pillow she kept for just such an occasion as this.
“Thank you, Chef.” He watched her, tilting his head to see what she was doing as she placed a pillow under his wrists to keep them from becoming sore against the wooden footboard. She secured his arms above his head, checking each of his wrists to make sure the silk wasn’t too tight.
“Has anyone ever tied you down before?” she asked, coming back to the side of the bed.
He shook his head and tested his wrists. “No, Chef.”
Watching him carefully, she was pleased to see that the restraints didn’t appear to upset him. There was no worry or fear in his face, only curiosity and the heady desire that flushed his tanned cheeks.
“You’ll have a safe word,” she informed him, her fingers stilling on the tight muscles of his forearms.
“I don’t want one.”
Smiling, she shook her head. “Too bad. I want you to say ‘marmalade’ if you need to be let go. Can you do that for me, Jacob?”
“Yes, Chef.”
His breath caught as she joined him on the bed, placing a thigh on either side of his slender hips. Placing the flogger on the bed beside her knee, she carefully opened the condom wrapper and, after tossing the trash into the bin beside her headboard, slid the rubber over his engorged cock.
He made no protest to her safety concerns. Perhaps he was just that smart since he couldn’t possibly have known that asking to go without a condom would have had him thrown out on his naked ass. She smiled down at him and positioned herself over his cock. Kissing him, she tasted herself on his lips and felt his cock jerk forward to hit her hand as she guided him toward her body. Anne gasped loudly as he entered her, her body easily adjusting to his unfamiliar shaft. She moved against him, breathing him in as his cock slowly pushed inside her.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, breaking their kiss.
Anne moaned, agreeing with him fully as her heavy breasts rubbed against the thin hairs of his chest. She whimpered, lowering herself fully onto his cock then leaning back, trying him out. He was an amazing fit, large enough to fill her completely and thick enough to stretch her around his width. She rolled her hips, helping him hit all of the best parts within her, then reached for her flogger.
His eyes followed her hand as she lifted it then draped the fine strands over her sensitive breasts. “Know what this is?”
He shook his head.
“A flogger. The sensation of it hitting skin is delicious.” She demonstrated for him on her belly, the wide patch of red lines and the heat that followed them making her shiver. His cock jumped and she smiled, knowing the unconscious reaction for what it was—an interest in knowing what the flogger felt like.
Anne brought the strands down gently against his chest, following the path of the flogger over his nipples with her eyes as she teased him. “Tell me now, Jacob, can you be marked?”
He sucked in a breath. “Yes, Chef.”
Smiling, Anne nodded and brought the flogger a few inches above his left nipple. “Do you want to be?”
He squirmed and managed a small smile.
“Tell me.”
His smile turned into a frown but he didn’t exactly look upset. More confused. “I want to be marked,” he tried, sounding hesitant.
Her smile quirked. “Do you really? That sounded more like a question. I think you can do better.”
Jacob flushed and his green eyes grew brighter but he didn’t back down. “Mark me please, Chef,” he tried again.
Anne bent down and rewarded him with long kiss. “Very good. I’ll give you anything you ask for, except freedom. You’ll get that after you’ve come. But not until I tell you that you can. Unless you use your safe word, and then this will all be over,” she said, leaning back. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Chef.”
“Good boy. Now, fuck me.” Her voice ended on a hoarse groan as he immediately did what she’d asked, bringing his knees up and using his heels against her comforter for leverage. His thrusts were needy and erratic, showing just how turned on he was. Surprisingly she found herself enjoying the uncertain beat of his cock inside her pussy. Pressing one hand to his shoulder for balance, she kept up with him, moaning loudly as he moved inside her.
“Your tits look fucking amazing bouncing like that,” he groaned.
“Such words coming from a beautiful mouth,” she teased him. Anne tilted her head, moving her long hair all to the other side so that it could brush against her hard nipple and tease her further. Lifting the flogger, she brought it down experimentally against his shoulder, the faint red lines trailing onto his chest. Though he stilled for a moment, he didn’t stop and the cry that fell from his lips was one of passion, not pain.
“Like it?” she asked, her voice thick as she bent her head to soothe the lines with her tongue.
“Yes. Again.”
She continued to lick his faint wounds. “Ask nicely.”
“Whip me again, Chef,” he said, his voice coming out as barely more than a panting sigh.
Smiling, she straightened up and brought it down across his other shoulder, shivering as the tendrils curled around her wrist before streaking over his tanned skin. His breath caught on a moan. She didn’t ask him the next time, or the time after that as she brought the flogger down against his chest and stomach, each time making him jump.
“More. More please,” he begged, moving his head from side to side against her comforter. His thick arms were bunched as he strained against the silk ties.
Anne leaned over him, the flogger falling against her hip as she tossed it to the side. Instead she grabbed his silky black hair between her fingers and gave him a sharp tug. He groaned and moved his face toward her arm.
“You’re a serious kink,” he gasped as she tugged again.
Grinning, Anne nodded and nipped at his chin. “You’ve got no idea. Now, stop struggling against the silk. We aren’t done yet. Not nearly. Hope you didn’t have anywhere to go this afternoon because you’re not going to make it.”