Loading...She was bound before him in the most alluringly submissive position, a remarkably stunning vision as she lay on her back, her arms stretched high and held firmly captive by cold, metal manacles that were attached to the headboard while her long legs were spread to an almost painfully wide degree…shackles connected to a bar that hung low from the ceiling lifted her firm bottom several inches off the bed, leaving her most intimate areas exposed to his heated scrutiny as he loomed above her, clearly comfortable with his dominate role as he savored seeing her so wonderfully vulnerable and defenseless;
her usual walls were stripped away, she had nothing to hide behind as her hazel green eyes flashed fire she would have certainly put into angry words, had he not insisted on inserting a ball gag into her beautiful but far too defiant mouth.
Displayed as she was, he could see his suspicious about her had been right all along; her body was indeed pure perfection…her breast gloriously sculpted ivory mounds capped with pink nipples he was eagerly looking forward to tormenting into hard, aching nubs…it was a thought that made him smile as he slowly allowed his eyes to journey over her, taking time to admire her belly that wasn’t rigidly hard but soft and supple, the way a woman’s belly was meant to be; she had ample hips and an ass that literally made his mouth water and his hand ache with the need to spank her milky white cheeks until they were stained a faint, but painfully pleasurable crimson.
With her head resting against a single, under stuffed pillow, her rich, ebony hair was an inky black waterfall, dark and glorious in contrast to the white sheets…to his delight, he had discovered her sweet pussy completely bare; it was a marvelous sight as she tried but failed to shift, clearly unnerved by her susceptible situation and quite likely, he guessed, she was still hating him for having blackmailed her into this…into this ordeal she simply had no desire to be in…she had called him a heartless, merciless bastard for forcing her to grant him sexual liberties with her body, but he had simply smiled at her rage before assuring her that, in time, she would be begging him to use her body for not only his utter and complete delight, but hers as well.
It had been obvious to him that she hadn’t believed his assurance as he had guided her from the foyer into the guest room he tended to use for such sexual conquest; it was a room he kept well stocked with the sensual toys he was rather eager to introduce her to…he found it delightful to watch her eyes grow wide as she had looked around the room, taking in the bed…the shackles that had already been placed there…color had drained from her face the moment she spotted a well cushioned punishment stool standing erect in one corner and he had been almost certain she would bolt for the door when she noticed the wall directly to her left ordained with whips and harnesses he knew she would find most enjoyable, when all was said and finally done.
Leaning against the closed door, he had kept his voice firm and his expression bland as he ordered her to face him and slowly strip; he demanded that she take her time, that she keep her eyes open…he had sensed the urge to argue swell inside her, but she had somehow managed to resist the urge, choosing to glare instead as she carefully slipped her feet from her shoes, reducing her height by three inches before she reached for the hem of her breast hugging red sweater with hands that trembled as she lifted it over her head with hesitant motions…her pale flesh was revealed to him, her bustling breast encased in a black bra that barely concealed what she clearly detested allowing him to see.
With a deep breath she drew in an obvious effort to build her resolve, she allowed the sweater to fall to the floor and when she paused, seeming somehow confused as to just what her next move needed to be, he firmly instructed her to take off her skirt; it was a black garment that lingered several inches below her knee, concealing far too much leg for his taste and he was more than pleased to see it slowly slid over her hips and thighs…he was pleased to see that her panties matched the bra he ordered her to shed, once the damnable skirt was cast away and his cock swelled hard and eager against his unbuttoned jeans as he watched her heavy breast appear before him for the first time, lush and flawless and quite possibly, the largest and most beautiful he had ever seen.
Not waiting for his command, knowing what he wanted next, she hooked her thumbs into the hemline on her panties and bending at the waist, she pulled the final article away from her body; she could feel heat burning her face and her hair fell around her shoulder in a tangled cascade he found glorious as he pushed away from the door and when he did, she instantly tensed.
A smile lingered on his lips as he approached her, knowing he had her off guard as well as uneasy; she was normally so reserved and serious…with him, before the evening was over, she would be neither of those things…she would be wild and wanton and begging for him to fulfill the needs he intended to awaken in her sweet body; she would forgive him for the underhanded and harsh means he had used to bring her here once it became apparent to her what he had to teach her.
Pausing before her for a brief moment, he firmly instructed her to lock her hands and place them motionless behind her neck; he next order that she spread her legs wide and with disgust flashing in her eyes, she did just as he said…he had already laid the rules out before her, telling her what he expected, that he held all power and control…she had agreed to his terms, a reality she forced herself to hold in mind as he nodded in approval at her stance; it seemed to him that his sweet captive had the grace and certainly the beauty it took to be a most natural submissive, though he dared not say as much to her as he slowly looked her over before circling her several times.
Her skin flushed, just having him observe her with such intensity; he had a suspicion that she was innocent on many levels, an intriguing thought he hoped would prove true, as it would mean he could sculpt her budding sexuality in every possible manner.
Leisurely, taking his time, he drank in every detail she had to offer; he wanted to do all he could to burn this first moment into his mind; he knew for a fact that she was not what one would call comfortable with her body…like far too many women, she had it in her mind that bone thin was beautiful, when just the opposite was true…she was his ideal, his idea of pure perfection and he savored having her before him, bared and beautiful and he smiled at her sharp, startled intake of breath when his hands came to rest on her waist, his fingers ever so slightly pressing into her flesh.
It was the first time he had directly touched her and her skin was satin soft, warm to the touch…he slid his palms to her hips and back up again as she held her breath; he knew, even if she didn’t want to admit it, that she felt the pull between them…she had felt it just as strongly as he had, from the very first; he had seen it in her eyes the first day, when she had been introduced to him as a key figure in the accounting department at the vastly prestigious advertising firm that had successfully lobbied to bring his skilled talent to New York, from the Chicago based office where he had made quite a name for himself, creating some popular ads that made certain powers ranking above him realize that their New York market could benefit from his expertise and his clear devotion to his job.
Receiving the grand tour from the firm’s east coast senior partner, his first day had yielded many introductions, some that made impressions, a few that didn’t leave much mark in his mind, but none had hit him quite as hard as hers…seeing her from the first time as she stood beside her desk, lost in a file that held her attention as he and his guide stood inside her door for a long moment.
It wasn’t until the senior member tapped a light knock against the open door that she looked up, clearly startled in the instant before she smiled; her smile could have beckoned a lost ship home in a fog thickened storm, it was so bright and natural, unassuming and rather sweetly innocent…one look at her told him she hadn’t a clue that her sexual magnitude was astronomical as she extended a hand he shook while keeping his eyes locked on hers as the older gentleman explained her position at the firm, simply saying that her name was Rachel Baxter, a very skilled accountant who had come to work at the firm shortly after she had received her degree at NYU, three years prior.
An undeniable, electric like charge had passed between them when her delicate hand was firmly wrapped in his larger one…Jack Sanderson had known in an instant that he had to have her…had to…his mind had instantly been consumed with wanton images of her open and yearning for release only he could grant, yet he had kept his attention to her simple and purely professional that first day, easily sensing that he would have to take certain measures with Miss Rachel Baxter, a reality he managed to confirm completely a week into his new job, when a colleague, naïve to Jack’s sexual appetites and his attraction to Rachel, eagerly explained that, while several staff members had made efforts to see the lovely, raven haired beauty outside the office, none had ever had any real success.
It seemed, according to the surprisingly accurate rumor mill, that Rachel was a truly wonderful paradox; she as a remarkably bright young woman with a sweet manner, everyone who worked with her adored her quick wit and cheerful nature, but she was also shy, to an extent, in the fact that she never dated or gave any indication that she had a social life, other than occasionally hanging out with friends from work.
One guy Jack spoke to reinforced the theory that Rachel was somehow ill at ease with her lush figure, as she was always on some odd diet, trying to shed weight she did not need to shed, in Jack’s opinion, something he intended to make certain she fully understood, once he had her where he wanted her, in his bed…her image forever filled his mind, endless nights passed with him stroking himself to orgasm while wondering what it would be like to have Rachel’s lips wrapped firmly around him as her sweet tongue licked his shaft and her hands played with his balls.
The simple need to be settled into his new surroundings prompted Jack to allow three full months to pass before finally made a move, slipping into Rachel’s office just before five one Friday evening to ask if she would like to have drinks with him, maybe dinner to follow and as he handed the question to her, the inertest in her eyes had been obvious to him…yet she had still said no…she didn’t feel it was a good idea for them to socialize with one another outside the office, as they worked close together, with her overseeing several budgets on projects he was managing.
It was a simple, safe, and most certainly reasonable excuse, on her part, for that, Jack had to give her credit, and he would have, had he not known it was complete bull; more than once he had seen the way she looked at him, she was far too innocent to hide the desire she felt…it shimmered in her eyes directly into his, giving him all the encouragement he needed to continue his pursuit. Vigorously. He asked her out again. The following week and again she turned him down…it went on that way for two months as he tried to figure out just what made Rachel Baxter tick; he sensed there was a piece missing in the puzzle, it was a nagging sensation in his gut he couldn’t quite shake…it compelled him to do some more digging and it yielded more information regarding Rachel, a new story about her and a guy from the firm that she had dated, shortly after she had come to work there.
His name had been Rick, he had since moved on to a firm in Atlanta, but Rachel had apparently fallen fairly hard for the charm he turned her way, only to find out he was going to be married; their affair had lasted about three months and it seemed Rick informed her that she had simply been a last, premarital conquest…his fiancée, a thin, blond model hadn’t known anything about Rick’s final affair, though he hadn’t had a problem telling Rachel that the woman he was to marry was far more his type than she could ever be…hearing the details gave Jack a greater insight into what he was up against and it made him understand that he would have to employee desperate measures if he wanted to knock down Rachel’s walls and set her passions free.
It was harsh, he knew, what he had in mind, but he had to do something drastic, so the plan devised itself rather simply; all it took was a little careful maneuvering to get his hands on several accounts she headed personally…he changed a few numbers, just enough to make it appear that something was amiss, then he calmly called Rachel into his office, telling her he had a business matter to discuss.
She was a vision, sitting across from his desk in a black pantsuit with her hair pulled back, professional and cool as she tried to ignore the pull between them while he began to tell her that there was a problem with her work; he showed her the accounts he had tampered with and as expected, given that she was innocent, she told him there was a mistake…all she needed was time and she could easily fix whatever was wrong…it was the reaction Jack had anticipated, a fact he casually threw out as he perched on the edge of his desk, his eyes on hers as he told her just what he had done.
There was shock in her expression, followed by anger that bordered on a murderous rage when he finally told her why…told her that he had set her up because he needed rather intense leverage, to make it clear to her just how determined he was to have her in his bed; he laid it all out as she gasped in disbelief before calling him a bastard…she made it clear she wouldn’t have anything to do with him under such circumstances, he was worse than merely evil, in her eyes…she threatened to go to a senior partner, but he quickly pointed out how insane the story would sound.
It took some fight from her, to have him paint a picture of he said verses she said, it made her ill listening to him…she cursed herself for having ever thought him attractive and even more so for still feeling a sexual charge each time he looked at her; he was handsome in a way that frightened her, his blue eyes the most intense she had ever seen, perfectly paired with dark blond hair and a classically flawless build…her attraction to him had nearly made her come in her panties on more than one occasion, but that was a reality that Rachel did not allow herself to consider as he went on to explain that the problem with her records could and would disappear if she simply agreed to give him one passionate night.
He laid out for her just what he wanted, what he would expect, that she would be required to hand total control over to him; he didn’t minus words in informing her that he liked sex intense and wild…he didn’t play the gentle game, there was no fun in that, a lesson he intended to teach her, if she agreed to meet his demands and he felt certain she would, as she glared at him while he wrote his address down on a business card and handed it to her, along with coolly issued instructions that she be at his house the following evening at seven o’clock if she were willing to submit to what he wanted.
He deliberately chose to have her come to him on a Saturday night, hoping that she would be willing to stay with him for the remainder of the weekend; he had some serious and some decedent expectations in mind when it came to Rachel, to what she could and would be, once he stripped away her foolish insecurities…it would take time and passion, but Jack was more than committed to both and he became all the more so when Rachel arrived at his house, her green eyes filled with anger when he opened up the door to smile at her, telling her he was pleased with her decision.
“I don’t give a fuck.” It was the first time he had ever used such language. “I think, the fact that I am here, tells you that I have agreed to do this, for the sake of a job that I just happen to love. I want that clear. This is for me. For my career. I am not here because you want me, or because I think for such much as a second that I will enjoy this, and I…I want you to know I hate you and I hate this.” It was a rather impassioned speech, each word as it left her mouth carried more fire than the last, telling him she did indeed possess the spark he suspected, all he had to do was generate it into a sexual blaze that would consume him and her into a blissful inferno.
Opting to ignore her rage, for the moment, he simply closed and locked the door and ushered her into the awaiting room…after ordering that she strip, he told her in very explicit detail how he wanted her to display herself on the bed; as he had secured the shackles to her wrist and ankles, she had glared at him but said nothing, until he retrieved the ball gag that caused her to shake her head.
“Is that really necessary?” It was clear she didn’t care for the idea.
“I am afraid so. It’s a prop I really like.” He set down beside her on the bed. “But I can assure you, I will remove it, when the time is right.” His eyes promised many delights to come, but Rachel clearly didn’t believe it as she obediently opened her mouth, allowing him to fasten the object into place…he had then moved to the edge of the bed to stare down at her for a time, needing very much to drink her in…savor her…she was so much more than she had yet to realize, but Jack swore to himself that would change, before the evening as over as he again moved to sit beside her and she turned her head, her eyes on his as he reached down to brush a stray strand back from her face…her throat worked as she swallowed hard in what he suspected was a vain effort to tamper down the heat boiling inside her as he gently trailed his knuckles along her cheek.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips tenderly to her eyes; he kissed his way down her face, to her neck as he breathed her name and her body tensed.
“Let go, Rachel.” He sighed the instruction. “Don’t be afraid.” His hand rested on her belly that quivered at his touch; he knew the desire was coming to life in her and it made him smile as his lips moved from her neck to her left breast, the breast nearest to him and without warning, he took the pink orb deeply into his warm, wet mouth and the instant he did her back arched.
Encouraged, more aroused than he could recall having even been in his adult life, he began to suck with an even greater vigor, his fingers pressing into her belly while he flicked his tongue against her nipple; he heard a groan escape her as the nub began to harden under his expert ministrations…she was even more responsive than he had anticipated, her flesh so sensitive to the touch he was pleased to give as he briefly sank his teeth into her breast just long enough and with just enough pressure to create a slight sting that he then quickly licked away before shifting suddenly to straddle her trembling hips, allowing himself access to her right breast that he attacked with sensual gusto.
With his thumb and forefinger, he tugged on her already throbbing nipple while his tongue tortured the other; he picked and rolled the bud as Rachel began to wither beneath him, unable to battle back her reaction to his touch…he pressed his denim clad erection into her soft belly, forcing a whimper from her as he lifted his head from her breast that glistened with his saliva…her cheeks were flushed and while she wanted to believe it was hate that reflected deep in her haze green eyes, Jack knew it was passion and need and it made him smile as he took a moment to cup a breast in each hand, lifting the satin flesh as he molded it with his fingers like ivory clay.
“You have the most beautiful breast.” He whispered the words. “Firm but so soft to the touch and your nipples…” Gently, he pinched then tugged. “I love how responsive you are and how sweet…” Leaning down once more, he took her right orb into his mouth and in that instant, Rachel moaned; it was a deep, hungry sound that seemed to echo from her soul and Jack knew she was moving close to an edge…a current was pulling her closer and closer to complete submission and while she tried to battle it, he knew in the end her body’s needs would override her mind’s willful determination to fight what was natural…what he wanted her to feel as he flicked his tongue over her nipple again and again before finally moving to playfully, teasingly, kiss the deep valley between her beautiful breast.
He lingered over each inch he came to as he shifted once more, scooting slowly down her body until he was perched between her wide spread legs; he took a moment to rim the sensitive area around her belly button with his tongue, blowing a warm breath over her damp skin as she tried to flex her hips in protest…her bound hands curled into fist as Jack again lifted his head so he could look at her, only to find her eyes were tightly closed, her head turned to the right.
Smiling, knowing he was getting to her, even if that was the last thing she wanted, he skimmed his hands under her bottom and gently cupping her cheeks, he lifted her further off the bed, bring her shimmering cunt lips closer; he could see evidence of the arousal wet and slick on her fresh pink flesh…he could see her clit emerging to stand small but erect, demanding attention he was eager to give it as he sighed and pressed a linger kiss against her sex, an act that caused her full, glorious hips to jerk in answer.
“I take it you like that.” He drank in a deep breath. “I have to say I liked that to but I think we will both enjoys this a lot more…” Not allowing her a chance to wonder what he meant, Jack touched his lips to her once more; he used his thumbs to spread her sex open to him, wide and vulnerable…he could taste her juices flowing and it made his dick throb with even greater heat as he delved his tongue deep into her, licking with a wild vigor that made Rachel cry out around the gag in her mouth.
Sensations unlike anything she had ever known or even imagined flooded her in far too intense waves; she felt swept away to a bright place…her promise to herself that nothing he did would effect her faded…his lips wrapped around her most sensitive flesh, tugging it fully into his mouth as he sucked her hard and fast as Rachel arched into him, knowing he had the power to give her what she suddenly needed.
In a rush, with her heart thundering, he lapped her with renewed passion, he could feel her close to an explosion and his own needs for her seemed suddenly meaningless; he wanted her to feel what she had been missing out on, what she had shied away from for far too long…his thoughts were focused fully on her as a strangled but muffled cry echoed all around the room and her sweet, female fluids filled his mouth…he took in the passion that spilled from her even as her hips continued to jerk and he went on licking her clit until she was close to whimpering.
Her body damp with sweat, her belly quivering, Rachel savored the little orgasmic aftershocks that raged through her as Jack kissed his way up her body, back to her neck, where he pressed his face close against her and sighed.
“You taste perfect…” His teeth nipped at her ear. “So perfect. I can’t get enough of you and how sweet you taste, Rachel…” He ached to take her mouth with his, but knew he would have to wait as he pushed himself up on his elbows, then slid from the bed while she watched him with glazed eyes; she was still a little amazed over how wantonly she had acted and how she had fallen apart at his hands…no one had ever touched her in such a manner and she knew her face would forever flush each time she thought about how he had brought her sensations to life, a fact she willingly admitted to herself as she watched him walk across the room, half concealed in the shadows.
Cursing the gag in her mouth, wishing she could speak, yet not having a clue what it was she wanted to say to a man she needed to hate but simply couldn’t, after all he had just made it possible for her to experience, Rachel could only lay near motionless, her damp body slowly beginning to cool as Jack turned to find her watching…in the half shadows he offered her a smile that made her heart pound even harder…his just looking at her made liquid fire rush to her cunt like lava spewing from a volcano and Rachel promised that she would curse herself for it later as she watched Jack move back towards her.
His blond hair was disheveled and his chest hard…his stomach was ridged with very defined muscles, just as she had imagined it would be; countless times since the day she was first introduced to him by the senior partner at their firm, she had daydreamed about just what Jack Sanderson would look like in all his glory, so perfectly male and arrogant about it…she had fought her attraction to him with all her might, until he had sprung his little blackmail plot on her…but Rachel pushed the thought from her mind as she decided to take the moment for what it was and worry about repercussions when the night was over.
As Jack moved closer, back into the light, she tensed to see he held an odd looking, leather flog in his hand…she shook her head in a sudden panic, but he ignored her as he set a silver bowl on the nightstand beside her; she couldn’t see the contents…she was focused on the lash he held out for her to see more clearly as she whimpered…she wanted to scream at him but couldn’t…he had given her so much pleasure, the thought that he was about to hurt her was too much as she blinked back tears that came rushing to her eyes.
“Relax, Rachel.” His eyes found hers. “I would never hurt you.” As he said it, ever so slowly, he lowered the flog to her chest, where he trailed the leather tinsels between her breast…the teasing motions sensual tickled her already sensitive flesh, a fact that was more than confirmed for him by the light that flared in her eyes…he made a track all the way to her belly button and back up as she shifted and he smiled down at her.
Her nipples were still hard and erect, begging to be touched…Jack was certain his cock would soon split its way from his jeans as he brushed the strands over her throbbing nips…Rachel shivered at her own reaction and then cried out when he lifted and brought the flog down against her; he didn’t use enough force to cause pain, just to create a slight sting that was, to her utter amazement, sensual…it added fuel to the fire that was already raging inside her and she arched her back, freely and fully offering herself up to him.
It was a glorious thing to see, her walls falling, leaving her open to what he wanted for her; her inhibitions were withering away and it made Jack smile as he brought leather to flesh once more, with a bit more pressure this time, making certain the blow landed right on her inflamed, pink nubs…she cried out and tried to lift even higher off the bed…she wanted more and more and she wanted to scream wildly at him, to beg him to allow her to come once more as he moved downwards, slapping the flog against her belly.
With each lash he delivered to her, he eased lower and lower…pink lines began to appear on her ivory skin, creating the most amazing sight; his suspicion that Rachel had some intense sexually submissive levels to be explored was rapidly proving to be wonderfully true and Jack was greatly pleased as he finally began slapping at her inner thighs with the leather prop, an act that prompted Rachel to try and spread her legs even wider.
Taking the invitation, Jack trailed the tip of the lash to her sex, brushing it between her wet lips…Rachel again whimpered…it was an amazing sensation to feel the odd tickling in her most intimate area and while her eyes were clinched shut, she could still sense Jack watching her very intensely as the teasing suddenly stopped and her eyes flew open in time to see him place the flog on the nightstand and reach into the bowel to retrieve a rather large size banana.
It was the last object she had expected him to produce into the already erotic scene he was playing with her; she told herself she should eventually reach a point where nothing had the means to surprise her, or catch her off guard…yet the light in his eyes told her there was more still yet to come as he slowly began to peal the fruit and she watched, finding each slow movement wonderfully sensual as the pulpy white texture came into view and Jack held her eyes as he tossed the pealing back into the bowel.
“Can you guess what I intended to do with this?” He smiled at her teasingly and she managed, somehow, to nod in answer. “Good. I see you do have imagination. Though I am firmly certain you can’t beginning to imagine just how good this will feel or just how much you will enjoy it.” With the fruit still in hand, he moved to the foot of the bed as Rachel kept her eyes on him…she followed each step he took, quivering inside with anticipation as Jack finally crawled onto the mattress, between her legs that openly invited him.
Positioning himself carefully, he drank in seeing her sex wet once more, aroused as she had been with the leather creasing her skin, her cunt lips were glossy and ready for what he had in mind; it was a fantasy he had longed to act out with her from the first moment his eyes touched hers…he had endless fantasies he wanted very much to introduce her to during not only the night that he had managed to con her into, but in nights to come…yet that was a thought he tucked away, for the time being, as he slowly touched the pale fruity phallus to her pink quem and she jerked her hips at the cold sensation.
“Frozen banana.” He touched his eyes to hers briefly. “Actually, it has been sitting, thawing for a while, but I am sure it is still quite chilly against your warm skin…” His full attention returned to her body and Rachel was glad for it as he gently wedged the icy yet soft tip between her slit…ever so slowly he pushed the fruit into her; her damp arousal allowed the mass to slid easily in, despite the fact she was rather tight, a discover that Jack was more than delighted to make as Rachel called out his name in a muffled echo…it was a sound that spurred him on and she sensed as much as he began to work the fruit in deeper, only to pull it out…push in again…the curved tip rubbed rather vigorously against a very receptive notch that made pleasure flow through her like ripples created when one tosses a stone into a still, motionless lake.
It was a sensual, tangible rumpus that ripped through her; her body began to flex and wither and Jack increased the pace as the pliable implement began to melt more and more, the heat from her body turning the fruit mushy as it mixed with her fluid and then, in a flash of white light, Rachel felt her body again exploded…fire rained down on her as her inner muscles squeezed and contracted while she whimpered and lifted her hips further off the bed, to seek out the object that brought her such glorious pleasure that continued to swell like an uncontrollable current as Jack slowly withdrew the no longer chilled banana.
Opening her eyes took great effort, but Rachel managed to do it when the bed shifted once more and she looked up to find Jack beside her, brushing a curl from her face again as he smiled; his eyes were dark with passion and it made her ache anew as Jack reached just beneath her neck to unfasten the clasp that held the gag in place…Rachel sighed in relief as he removed it from lips that she quickly licked before working her jaw, to ease the cramp that had gathered there.
Having the freedom to speak didn’t bestow her the ability to form a thought, at least not one that she had the strength to put into words as Jack stared down at her; she could still feel her heart thundering and her inner muscles continued to throb…she was suspended in a heavenly wonder she suddenly never wanted to end…her eyes reached into his, asking a host of questions and searching for answers that ceased to matter as he lowered the banana to her parted lips, drawing a gasp from her as he slid the fruit into her mouth, instantly filling her senses with her taste mingled with the banana it lingered on.
Instinctively, Rachel sucked the fruit hared, laving it with her tongue as she lapped at the flavor; it was an odd combination she found incredibly arousing and Jack felt his blood boil as he watched her…watched her lips wrapped firmly around the ivory texture as it was pulled deeper and deeper into her mouth…for the sake of his own sanity, he finally withdrew the banana, tossing it back into the bowl before reaching inside to capture a full, perfectly ripened, heart shaped strawberry.
“You have a…an odd fascination with fruit.” She sounded as breathless as she felt, and he smiled easily down at her.
“I suppose I do, and so will you, before tonight is over.”
“Jack…”
But he shook his head. “Be a good girl, Rachel. Don’t talk. I took the gag out for a very interesting reason, but it was not conversation.” That, he silent assured himself, would most certainly come later…but there were other activates she needed to indulge in with his expert guidance and Rachel fell immediately silent, no longer trying to keep up her pretext that she hated him…that she didn’t want to be in his bed, bound and vulnerable…she adored the way his touch made her feel and she was determined to savory it for all it was, and could be worth to her, as Jack took the strawberry and to her utter shock, he dipped the berry deep into her still, orgasmic soaked cunt.
He pushed the fruit into her, twisting it slowly as he did and then, he pulled out as she whimpered…he lifted the berry back into her vision, allowing her to see the rich, darkly red texture damp with her juices.
“My version of strawberries and cream.” His voice was husky with passion and need that Rachel more then understood as he lifted the ripened fruit to his mouth…he sank his teeth deep into the berry’s flesh, savoring its sweet taste mingled with her fluids as Rachel forced a desperate breath into her suddenly parched lungs.
Not wanting his own pleasure to be lost on her, Jack held her eyes as he devoured the berry into several slow, delicious bites that made pressure begin to build in Rachel once more, seemingly more intense than ever as he finally licked the sticky sweetness from his fingers, before leaning over Rachel, an arm braced on either side of her head.
On a sigh, unable to say more, Jack whispered her name with such tenderness tears instantly burned her eyes…there was warmth and real emotion in the way he said her name, as if the very sound were somehow precious to him and Rachel relished the feeling as his mouth came down on hers, firm yet gentle as he licked her full lips before sinking his wildly probing tongue deep into her damp, banana flavored heat.
She could taste berry and banana and her own juices as he kissed her with abandon, holding back nothing; he slid one hand to lovingly cup her breast, his fingers teasing the nip as she wiggled beneath him…she wrapped her tongue around his like a snake wrapping itself seductively around a branch and Jack shuddered, amazed by her passion…the quite, shy and removed young woman he knew from the office had vanished and in her place, chained to his bed, was a woman who was open with her need and he was glad for it as he ripped his lips from hers to jerk in a breath.
“Christ…” He half laughed, brushing his knuckles over her cheek. “I am all about being in control but with you I have never felt more out of control…I swear, Rachel, I have never wanted anyone like I want you.” His eyes melted into hers as his fingers traveled into her hair…the silken strands teased his flesh as he lay there, braced over her, her full breast brushing against his chest with each deep breath she took…it was a simple contact that had him close to splitting his pants as she shook her head.
“I…I don’t understand it.” Suddenly, with emotions close to the surface, she felt just as exposed, if not more so, than she had first felt when stripping for him. “I don’t understand how you want me enough to…well, to do what you did.” She turned her head, unable to just lay there and look up at him.
“I have a confession to make, Rachel.” He continued to play his fingers through her hair, loving the feel. “I have been desperate to have you since the second I saw you and as I am sure you can admit, I did all I could to get you to go on a date with me, give me a real chance to prove myself, but you blocked me out at every turn.”
“So you decided to blackmail me?” Some of the anger returned, but she didn’t look at him again and he sighed.
“That does seem a bit harsh, but I have another confession.”
“And that is?”
“I was bluffing.”
At those words, Rachel turned to him, her eyes wide as they found his and he grinned while casually shrugging his shoulders.
“I would never have actually went to a partner with those doctored accounts, it was all a ploy and deep down, you know that.” The teasing light faded and he was suddenly very serious as he cupped her cheek. “I think you know I was playing a game to get you here and I think you wanted to believe I was serious, because then you didn’t have to stop and admit to yourself that you want to be here.”
“Jack…”
“What is happening between you and me is real and it is the most powerful thing I have ever known and I will admit, it is scary, because it is so intense, but I won’t let fear stop me from exploring this, sweetheart.”
“I don’t know what to say to that.”
“Do this for me. Admit that you feel it. You feel the pull.”
“Yes. Yes, I feel it. I have from the very first.”
“But you kept rejecting me.” The sexual tension gave sudden way to the emotions, the needs that went beyond the physical. “I know you have been hurt before.” She opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed a finger to her lips. “But I am not that jackass and I can’t let you judge me because of what he did and I…I got you here to make you give me a real chance, Rachel, and I am not about to let you get away without giving it to me.” His mouth came down hard on hers again, with more force than before; his tongue drove wildly into her mouth as she arched into him…opened herself to him…his words had touched her as nothing else could have and she wanted to tell him as much, but knew it would be sometime before she had the means or the ability as his lips moved down to hungrily sample her neck once more as she moaned deeply.
Her entire body came to life when he touched her, she was flooded with need and heat that left her utterly breathless…she wanted too much at once…his hands and his lips and his words…the world outside ceased to exist, they were the only two souls alive and it was beyond flawless as Jack took her nipple once again, sucking so hard she cried out from the almost painful sensation that bled into pleasure as he slid one practiced hand between her widely bound legs.
His fingers easily glided into her sopping sex…he pushed two digits into her cunt and curled, pressing hard against the same splendid little spot the banana had discovered; it made her whimper his name…he rubbed with a vigor that brought her closer and closer to an upsurge…it was a peak she wanted to reach, but not the way he intended as she again called out his name almost frantically.
“Jack…please…” She forced her eyes open and to his. “I want…God, I want…you to come inside me.”
“I am inside you, love.” He pressed his fingers against her to prove the point.
“No. I mean, not your hand. You. I want your…”
“You want my what?”
“Cock.” The words was chocked out of her. “I want your cock in me…please, Jack, I want you inside me…now…please…” She had never before been so fevered in all her life, it was astounding that she could feel so much…need so much…her eyes reached deeply into his and Jack smiled at what he saw there as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her hot and quivering flesh and as she watched, he licked her sap that dripped from him.
His fingers sucked clean, Jack placed a lingering kiss on her lips before sliding from her to stand and move to the foot of the bed where he gently, and to her surprise, released her right ankle from the metal shackles…he cupped her leg in both hands, tenderly massaging her flesh as the blood circulations returned to a normal flow while Rachel watched him, her eyes wide as he laid her ankle gently on the bed before setting about freeing the other.
It was an odd feeling, to have some mobility, and Rachel took full advantage, gently rubbing her legs against the cool sheets; the motion made the ache inside her feel even more intense…Jack could see the passion building in her as he smiled, loving the look in her eyes and the fact that she was no longer hiding what she felt or wanted from him and with him…a major victory had been scored, one he fully intended to celebrate as he finally allowed his hand to reach for the zipper on his jeans.
Mesmerized, aroused, Rachel realized she was holding her breath, though she could clearly hear her heart thundering as the zipper grinded down inch by inch…she nearly cried out loud as his massive cock suddenly sprang free, large and throbbing, fully erect with blue veins standing strong against his straining flesh…the head was purple and damp with need that sent her teeth pressing firmly into her bottom lip as Jack pushed the denim down his hips and finally, complete cast the jeans aside.
In an instant, he was as bare as she was, beautiful and male and glorious as he came back to stand at her side; her eyes freely and eagerly traveled his body with a renewed and passionate appreciation…she wanted to take all of him in…yet she wondered if she could as her eyes fell once more to his erection…he had to be over nine, if not ten inches and Rachel felt suddenly, foolishly inexperienced as she looked at him and Jack smiled, easily reading her thoughts as he knelt beside the bed.
“I love your eyes.” She turned her head towards him. “I love how everything you’re feeling or thinking shines in your eyes when you look at me and it just so happens that I love how you have never learned how to tamper down your reactions to a touch…” His hand set down heavily on her breast and she whimpered. “I think you and I have a lot to explore, and I think you know as well as I do that we are going to go well beyond just tonight.” He made a task of pulling at her nipple until she groaned again and he moved to kiss her, slowly this time, savoring the feel of her mouth yielding beneath his as he shifted himself onto the bed, his body half covering hers…he deepened the kiss and Rachel responded in kind as his hand left her breast to trail its way down her belly…her hip…his hand glided easily along her silk like skin as she sighed his name again and again, begging him…pleading…he kissed her full breast…he wanted to prolong the tension building between them, but his own body was very ready for release as he eased his way down her, settling himself between her legs as he braced his arms once more on either side of her head.
“Rachel, look at me.” He licked gently at her lips as she complied. “Are you really ready for this? Be sure. If you want me to stop…”
“If you stop at this point, I might kill you, Jack.”
“In that case, sweetheart…” She spread her legs wide and arched up as his cock ever so gently brushed against her wet opening. “I am more than ready myself…” He pushed the first inch into her as she gasped and half sighed his name; she had never before felt so close to perfection…Jack gritted his teeth as he fought the urge to drive into her without any real reserve…she was so tight despite the fact she was wet and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her or cause any discomfort.
With each inch, she felt more and more connected to him, more filled…she wrapped her legs tightly around him, pulling him into her…it was such a natural and instinctive act it pushed him completely over the edge; he allowed himself to sink into her as she flexed her hips hard against him…gasping, crying sounds escaped her, confirming the delight she felt as he eased out only to drive in again and again, repeating the action with vigor.
Her cunt lips were wonderfully warm and slick, wrapping around his cock in a tight, firm sheath; he felt as if he had been born to be inside her as he shifted, hooking his arms just under her knees…he bent them forward until her knees were raised almost to her breast…he was able to bury himself even deeper, rubbing against her clit as he did and Rachel jerked beneath him; she lifted her hips off the bed, baring her weight on her upper back as Jack set a rhythm she quickly matched, thrust for blessed thrust.
It was a remarkable sensation, flesh against flesh…she wanted it to last forever as Jack said her name…he told her she was beautiful and for the first time in her life, she fully believed it as a wild scream worked its way from her soul just as her cunt contracted and Jack pushed into her exploding body twice more, submerging himself deep…her muscles began to milk him…his hot, thick come poured freely into her welcoming body as sweat tricked down her flesh and she struggled for breath she couldn’t find as Jack collapsed on her, his face pressed into her neck.
His weight on her was a wonderful feeling, sweat slick flesh against flesh as their hearts raced…their breathing was ragged and labored as tiny little ripples raced through them and Rachel was certain she had seen heaven; nothing in her life had ever prepared her for the glory Jack had shown her, and she wanted to thank him for it, but wasn’t sure how as he slowly lifted his head to find her eyes and they both smiled.
“You okay?” He was still buried deep inside her.
“Very. How about you?”
“I don’t think I have ever been better.” His eyes creased her face. “I have given lots of thought to just how good it could be between us, but that defied even my expectations and its all because of you.” She had such fire and passion, just looking at her made him burn as he lowered his mouth to hers for a long, lingering kiss before slowly, literally forcing himself to withdrew from her body.
There was an odd, empty sensation to feel him leave her, but the look in his eyes told her not to worry, there was indeed more and more to come, a thought that left her feeling as giddy as anything could have; he had the most amazing effects on her usually sensible senses and Rachel found she liked it greatly as Jack disappeared into the shadows, through a door to her right that she had not noticed before.
He was gone for less than a moment before returning with a damp rag in one hand and wine bottle in the other; it occurred to her that he didn’t hold any glasses, but even that rather obscure observation was lost as he set the bottle on the nightstand before perching beside her on the bed once more.
Slowly, with sensual strokes, he touched the damp rag to her breast, brushing it over her skin as her eyes closed; the material was course and cool against her heated flesh and it created wonderfully little shocks as Jack moved down her belly…between her thighs…she sighed in renewed need as he began to tease her still swollen sex until she opened her eyes to look up at him as he threw the rag from the bed.
Totally caught under his spell, Rachel watched his hands as the moved to unfasten the shackle that held her left wrist; just as he had with her ankles, he rubbed her flesh with tender care as the circulation returned in full…he moved to the other wrist as her freed arm fell limply to her side and Jack smiled down at her as he lifted her right hand to his lips so he could place a gentle kiss against her palm.
She was so wide eyed and filled with wonder, it amused and aroused him to see her so aroused as he tugged on her hand and she took the hint, sitting up with a slight wince as her most tender areas were suddenly, slightly sore; it wasn’t a painful feeling as much as it was a new one and Rachel found it oddly pleasant as Jack reached for the open wine bottle, taking a large sip directly from the container, before placing it to her lips, holding it for her as she tilted her head back and allowed the sweet, chilled substance to fill her mouth.
The liquid was welcomed by her parched throat as it tricked down into her belly and she eased her head back, indicating she had had enough, but Jack still allowed the wine to pour freely and Rachel gasped in surprise as it flowed over her breast…it teased her nipples that were already agonizingly sensitive…Jack smiled at the fire that flared in her eyes as he lowered his head to lick the sticky sweetness from her body and Rachel lifted a hand that she tangled in his hair, anchoring him to her quivering breast.
“Jack…” She cried his name as his tongue flicked her nipple. “I have never been so desperate for someone…I have never wanted anyone like this…” His teeth sank briefly into her and she cried out, arching against him as he kissed his way from her breast to her neck and Rachel took the incentive to take his mouth with hers.
The wine still lingered on his lips, it was gloriously delicious as she sank into him, exploring his mouth…her tongue mated with his as he slowly stood, still sealed to her as he rose to his feet and pulled her along with him…he kept one hand on her breast as he moved backwards and Rachel followed, not wanting to lose contact with his body…she wanted just to melt completely into him forever, a reality that amazed her to no end as Jack finally eased back from her and she blinked, surprised to discover they had made it to the other side of the room while never breaking their passionate embrace.
“I want to show you something.” He cupped her face in his hands.
“Anything.”
He smiled at her breathless answer. “I like that. Anything. I really hope I can count on you to always be so agreeable when it comes to what happens in this room.” He brushed his lips over hers again as she smiled and Jack slid his hands to her shoulders, turning her ever so slowly…her heart stopped as she found herself staring directly at her own very bare reflection in a full length, wall size mirror…she could see Jack drinking in the sight she made as he stood behind her and it made her want to run and hide.
Her hair danced around her shoulders in a tangled disarray and her skin was flushed from her face to her breast…she could see liquid arousal glistening brightly on her sex lips and passion shimmered in her eyes…she looked like a woman who had just discovered what sex was all about, and she was, indeed, just that, yet old insecurities lingered as she tired to turn away, only to find Jack holding her firmly in place.
“Jack, please…” Her eyes sought his in the mirror.
“I want you to look at yourself.” His voice was firm. “I mean it. Look. I want you to look at yourself and see what I see, love; I want you to see yourself as a beautiful, sensual, sexy woman who makes me crazy with lust each time you walk into a room…hell, Rachel, I don’t even have to see you to want you, baby.”
“I know what I am, Jack. I have seen my body.”
“I don’t think you have, or you wouldn’t be so shy and you sure as hell wouldn’t be trying to shed an inch from your lush frame…” He slid his hands to cup her breast; he easily closed his fingers around her still erect nipples, pulling at the pink nubs.
“Lush isn’t what I…I would call it, Jack…”
“I would.” Teasingly, he kissed her neck and nipped at her ear. “I love how big and how heavy your breast are; I love how they more than fill my hands and let me assure you, I love your hips and ass and skin…” He moved his hands to her belly.
“No one has ever…has ever described me like you do.”
“I am sure lots of men look at you and see the same remarkable woman I see, but I have to say, I am staking my claim right here and now.”
“Jack…”
“I mean it, babe. I adore you the way you are. Lush and perfect.”
“You make me feel perfect, the way you look at me and the way you touch me…”
“Good.” His hands rested on her waist as he turned her to face him. “Since you and I happen to be on the subject of you, I am telling you what I did before; this isn’t ending with one night, Rachel. I mean it. I need more. I played dirty to get you here and if need be, I’ll play dirty to keep you here, love.” A smile came to her as he said it and she looped her arms around his neck, pressing herself close to him; she devoured his mouth with hers, sinking into him as he moved his hands to cup her full bottom just as his cock began to stir back to life to press hard and full against her belly.
It was a kiss that seemed to convey more emotions than mere words ever could; all she felt for him and all he felt for her merged as their tongues danced together and Jack slid a hand between her thighs to tenderly fondle her clit, drawing a moan from her that made him grin as he played his lips down to her neck.
“You know, Rachel, you really put me through some hoops, turning me down like you did, again and again and again, until I was left with no choice but to take some fairly desperate measures just to prove myself to you.”
Her hands on his shoulders, she eased back to find his eyes with hers. “I guess I owe you an apology for that, for not allowing you a chance…”
But he was shaking his head. “Apologizes are nice, but what I think you really need is a good, sound, old fashioned thrashing.” He said the words in a tone so richly seductive it made her cunt contract in anticipation as Jack took her hand and quietly took her to a well padded, wooden bench she had noticed when he had first brought her into the room…it felt to her that a lifetime had passed since that anxious moment when she had wanted to hate him yet knew she hadn’t…she didn’t and never would as he stood her beside the bench, pulling her long legs wide so he could easily fasten her ankles into shackles that were attached to the floor via large, brass bolts.
Once her ankles were firmly locked into place, Jack pressed a hand against her back and Rachel took his hint, bending forward so her stomach rested against the bench; chains fastened to the wall were stretched out and hooked to her wrist…she was suspended, once again motionless, with her ass perched into the air…it was an alluring position for Jack to see her in, and one that made Rachel feel wonderfully sexy as Jack stepped behind her so he could place his hands on her exposed bottom.
“I have been dreaming about your ass.” He pressed his fingers into her flesh.
“Jack…” She turned her head to look back at him and he smiled.
“I love seeing you like this. Spread out and open in sweet submission.”
“Submitting to you is the sweetest thing I have ever done.” Emotion made her words thick and Jack felt his chest tighten…even if Rachel wasn’t ready to put a name to it, there was no question in Jack’s mind that they were headed for something very serious and he was more than happy about it as their eyes held…the pull between them was stronger than ever, it made him ache to shove himself in her and stay there forever.
“Well, I think its about to get a whole lot sweeter.” His eyes made her promises she suddenly believed he had the ability to keep as he placed one palm firmly against the small of her back, holding her completely in place…heat rushed through her and her heart raced as he lifted his arm and in a flash, his hand struck her bottom with just enough force to sting her flesh…Rachel gasped in reaction and happily arched her ass to eagerly receive more as Jack smiled and arrogantly basked in the knowledge that he had indeed been right about Rachel’s hidden, desperate to be explored passions…
THE END