Diamonds Forever (7 page)

The door crashed open, causing Jenna to squeak despite her expectation of this happening, and there he stood, hands on the upper frame, leaning into the room with the eyes of a feral creature in heat.

‘What. The. Fuck,' he growled, ‘are you trying to do to me, woman?'

‘Just trying to wish you a happy birthday,' said Jenna, a demure giggle escaping from the lips she was trying so hard to keep seductively sculpted.

‘Oh yeah?' He took a stride into the room and stood with his arms folded. ‘And this is my present, is it?'

‘If you like.' Jenna made a heroic effort to bring every ounce of inner vamp she possessed to the party. ‘And I can't wait to blow out your candle.'

That was enough for Jason, it seemed.

‘Get over here,' he commanded, holding out a hand as she began a tottering progress towards him.

He seized her as soon as she was within range and twisted her in his grip so that he was able to pat her bottom underneath the rosette.

‘I like this,' he said, planting fingers in it so it rustled. ‘Nicely placed. Does it mean anything?'

‘Does it …?'

‘I mean, where you've put it. Square on your arse. Is that a message for me?'

She quivered, clenching her cheeks.

‘Well, we have agreed …'

He chuckled, stroking the lower slopes where they met her thighs.

‘It's all right, babe. I'm saving that for tonight. My after-dinner treat.'

‘OK. If you're sure.'

‘I'm sure. I want to give you something to think about over dinner, while my mum's bending your ear at ninety miles per hour. I want you to have it on your mind, all the way through, that what you're sitting on is going to be getting it. I want you all distracted and keyed up, knowing what's coming to you. Do you think you will be?'

He was bending now, whispering the words into Jenna's ear.

She nodded, her throat tight. God, he was evil. So bloody gorgeously evil.

‘Good.' He patted her bottom again, proprietorially. ‘'Cos this is going to be all mine, babe. But for now …'

He propelled her swiftly so that she faced him again, his fingers tight around her upper arm.

‘Now, where does this end … ah yeah. I get it. Around your neck. Right.'

He began to loosen the fastening, gently, without rushing.

‘Do you know what would look good on you?' he said as he worked. ‘A collar. Around this gorgeous neck of yours. Would you like that? Something to show the world that you're mine?'

‘Not like a dog collar?' Jenna grimaced.

‘Same principle,' said Jason. ‘Owner and pet. But nicer. Prettier. You can get some dead classy ones.'

‘Are you saying I'm your bitch?' Jenna raised provocative eyes to her lover.

‘Hey, if the cap fits,' said Jason with a filthy smile. ‘Or the collar. Or whatever.' He let the ribbon drop from her neck and lowered his lips to the uncovered skin, making sure her breasts were still restrained by the bunch of fabric held high in his fist.

‘Oh,' breathed Jenna, shutting her eyes and letting the sensation rule over her.

‘'Cos you are, aren't you?' he whispered between kisses. ‘All mine.'

‘Yes,' she agreed in a shuddering breath.

He eased his grip on the ribbon so that it slackened over her nipples, then fell to reveal her breasts in the quarter-cup bra he loved so much.

‘Oh yes,' he muttered, his hands busy on the bared mounds, joined very quickly by his mouth and tongue. ‘This'll do. Better than Alton Towers.'

A high laugh caught in Jenna's throat at the incongruous remark, but it soon died when she saw just how serious Jason was in his need to have and take and possess her to the fullest possible extent. He squeezed and ground her breasts together, pinching and sucking at her nipples until she cried out with delirious need.

‘Feeling hot?' he asked, his voice rough as sandpaper. ‘I can help with that.'

He pulled hard at the rest of the ribbon until it fell from her hips and uncoiled itself around her legs. She was mashed tight against him, smelling the residue of sweat and sun lotion that the garden tap had failed to completely remove, and also the mingling traces of male desire, hot and sharp in her nostrils.

His mouth crushed hers and she opened her lips to the possessive force of his tongue. Now that her legs were free, she could lift a knee and rub it up his damp jeans, pushing her mound into the heavy denim.

His hands landed naturally upon her bum cheeks, squeezing them under the rosette, which was now all that remained of her fancy packaging, bar the barely there lingerie.

He removed his tongue from her throat and spoke into her ear.

‘You're keeping that rosette on for the rest of the day,' he said. ‘To remind you of what you've got coming. It's the last little bit of birthday unwrapping for me.'

‘I can't wear it to dinner! Your mum'll be there.'

‘Tough. You'll have to think of something, won't you?'

‘I'm not sure it'll stay on,' she confessed. ‘It's just attached by an adhesive strip. It's meant to go on wrapping paper, not skin. It'll peel off in a little while.'

He reached up and pulled it off in one motion. Jenna winced a little at the sensation of sticking plaster being removed, feeling a twinge of afterburn on the patch of skin where it had been. Jason threw it on the floor and stroked her bottom in its rude web of elastic straps.

‘We'll have to think of something else then, won't we?' he said. ‘Leave it with me. In the meantime, I've got other presents to think about. Get on your knees.'

Jenna dropped to the floor without hesitation, watching him from beneath lowered lids as he dragged a low dressing-table chair in front of her. It was upholstered and skirted in a damask print, and looked like just about the last chair a man like Jason would ever sit on, with his dusty jeans and bronzed bare chest.

But he slunk his way out of the jeans, not without some difficulty, because they had got wet under the garden tap, revealing himself to be naked underneath.

‘No pants,' Jenna couldn't help observing.

‘Hot, innit? And I was only gardening, not meeting the Queen. Anyway, that's enough talk from you. I want your mouth kept busy in another way now.'

He sat down abruptly, and he didn't need to give Jenna any more clues as to his intentions for her.

‘Happy birthday, Mr President,' she said, in a breathy imitation of Marilyn Monroe, before bending her head and giving the tip of Jason's cock a lascivious lick.

He put a hand on the crown of her head, pushing it downwards.

She followed his cue and let his full, thickening length slide into her eager mouth.

As she sucked and lapped, he played with her breasts and occasionally spoke, in a slow, thick, drugged-sounding voice.

‘All right then,' he said, as she let the tip of her tongue travel slowly up the underside of his shaft. ‘No rosette. But you don't get away that easily.'

He exhaled a wobbly breath.

‘This afternoon you're going to that shop I sent you to before. Remember it?'

Jenna did her best to nod, Jason's cock sliding around in her mouth. Of course she remembered it. The hot embarrassment of walking through the door. The flaring up of her cheeks as she flipped through racks of cheap, tarty underwear. The lowering of her eyes as she placed her purchases on the counter.

‘Good. 'Cos you're going there again. And this time you're going to buy a butt plug.'

She made an inarticulate noise of alarm, almost dropping Jason from her mouth as she glared upwards.

‘No, I mean it. But don't worry. Not a big one. I don't want you getting stretched back there. That's going to be my job.'

She continued to stare, Jason's prick resting on her lower lip.

He patted her cheek.

‘Get back to work, love. You can listen and suck at the same time, can't you?'

She closed her mouth and sucked again, rather angrily, as if attempting to extract all the flavour from an ice pop.

‘That's nice,' he said, after a pause to let his eyes widen and roll back with pleasure. ‘Keep it up.'

She kept it up, her stomach in knots at the thought of going back to That Shop.

Gasping slightly, Jason continued. ‘Just the smallest plug they've got,' he said. ‘Something that slips in nice and easy, but doesn't let you forget it's there. That's what you're wearing tonight, babe. That's what you'll be doing when you dress for dinner. And I won't be able to think about anything else … fuck.'

He clutched at Jenna's hair and thrust his pelvis forwards. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, causing her eyes to water.

‘Get it down you,' he urged, as the creamy thickness spurted into Jenna's mouth. She took his urgent back and forth movement as steadily as she could, cupping his balls while they emptied into her.

She seemed to swallow gallons of the stuff, but it couldn't have been that much in reality. How was he so full of it? Morning, noon and night he poured his seed into her, and still there was more. There'd be more of it again tonight, and …

She clenched her buttocks.

Oh God, was he serious?

He held her chin as he pulled out, wiping her mouth with a gentle thumb. He dropped a soft kiss on her numbed lips.

‘I liked my present,' he said. ‘Can't wait for the rest.'

‘Do I really have to …?'

He put a finger to her lips.

‘Hush. If I said it, I meant it. You know me, babe. Now get yourself on that bed and spread your legs good and wide. I'm hungry, and I'm ready for my lunch.'

AN HOUR LATER,
thoroughly licked and rather lazily spanked – (‘I'm saving myself for later, yeah?') – Jenna made her way through the press phalanx to her car.

Everybody had a question for her, about the return of Deano Diamond. Nobody was asking about Jason and his amazing art show.

She ignored them all and drove away at speed, almost running over the foot of an over-eager camera man.

Twenty minutes out of Bledburn, she parked up at a local beauty spot and took out her mobile phone. She turned it over and over in her hand, then looked over her shoulder. There were other cars, stationary at the top of the lane that led to the little viewpoint. Press. Following her.

She couldn't possibly let them follow her to the sex shop.

She'd told Jason this would happen, but he'd been dismissive.

‘You can lose them, can't you? They're not fucking MI5.'

He'd thought she was making excuses. Perhaps she was. All the same, she wasn't going to risk it. But she didn't want to disappoint Jason either.

She stared long and hard at the phone, took a deep breath and began to dial.

‘Hi, Kayley,' she said, her voice unnaturally high when the call was answered. ‘How are you? Good. Look. This is a slightly unusual request, but I was wondering if you could help me …'

Some time later, after Jenna had driven around the Bledburn ring road about fifty times, her phone beeped and she began to make her way back to the beauty spot where she had agreed to meet Kayley.

The press cars had given up somewhere around her fourth revolution of the circuit, so she was unobserved as she parked on the bumpy gravel and looked out over the vista of rolling hills and fields, with the Bledburn lakes – once huge, open-cast coal mines – shimmering an unearthly silver in their midst.

Ten minutes later, her reverie was interrupted by Kayley's beaten-up little Micra crawling towards her.

Her heart sped up. This had been the right thing to do, hadn't it? Kayley had sounded unfazed on the phone and, with her past of attending Harville's deviant sex parties, Jenna had calculated that she wouldn't be too shocked. All the same, it was a dreadfully embarrassing request to have to make and she wasn't sure she'd be able to look her assistant in the eye.

Still better than having your photo on the front page with a butt plug, Jen
, she told herself.

Kayley appeared at the window, grinning and holding up a plain paper bag.

Jenna opened the door.

‘Get in,' she invited. ‘All OK?'

Kayley slid in and handed over the bag. Jenna couldn't bring herself to look inside.

‘No probs,' said Kayley. ‘Got what you asked for. I hope you don't mind, but I had to get Dad to drive me into town and back. Had a drink at lunchtime, you see.'

‘You … oh God.' Jenna twisted her neck to Kayley's car and saw a middle-aged man sitting behind the wheel, smoking placidly as he looked over the view. ‘Oh God, Kayley. You didn't tell him …'

Kayley giggled. ‘Chillax. I didn't tell him what I was going to town for, and he didn't ask. He nipped to the bookies while I was, uh, taking care of business. Honestly, he's sound, Jenna. Don't panic.'

‘OK,' said Jenna, trying hard to calm herself. ‘OK. Thanks. I really appreciate it.'

‘It's fine. Didn't Jase tell you, Mia used to work in that shop? I knew the girl behind the counter. She didn't think anything of it. She knows what we're like in Bledburn.' Kayley winked then laughed carelessly.

She knows what I'm like
, thought Jenna, her face heating.
Kayley knows what Jason's like too. It's what she expects of us.

‘Yeah, well, job done,' muttered Jenna. ‘I'll let you get on.'

‘Yeah.' Kayley drew a breath, hesitating.

Jenna turned to her, frowning.

‘Did you want something?'

‘I …' Kayley bit her lip. ‘I don't know whether to tell you this or not.'

‘What?' Jenna was seized with anxiety, visualising her sex life splashed over the headlines. Or worse. Was it to do with Harville?

Kayley smiled sheepishly. ‘My boozy lunch earlier? Was with Deano Diamond.'