Jane Shoup (7 page)

Had she come? He’d been too
consumed with his own need to pay close enough attention. He saw the vibrator
by the bedside. When he recovered his breath, he went for it. “Turn over,” he
instructed. He pushed the vibrator into her hands. “Use this until you come.”

He went back to the chair
and watched her fumble with the controls blindly and then insert the gyrating
dildo inside herself, experimenting with positions and speed. Her head turned,
her jaw clenched and her hips lifted and lowered. It was one of the most
sensual things he’d ever seen and it began stirring his cock back to life, but
suddenly he wanted to be the one to make her come.

He got to his feet and moved
closer, studying the way she held the vibrator. He sat on the bed and leaned
back on an elbow, fascinated by her quivering stomach muscles. “You’re so
beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
He watched her move close to orgasm. “Stop,” he commanded in a harsh whisper,
placing his hand on hers. “I want my mouth on you. I want to make you come.”

She released the vibrator
into his hands and he turned it off. He lifted her bright pink ass up, propping
it on a thick pillow, then straddled her in a sixty-nine position, so that his
cock was within reach of her mouth. He pulled back her pussy lips and blew
gently, enjoying her arousal, then lowered his mouth to lick and suck greedily.
She screamed almost at once and came, but he held onto her bucking hips and
continued feasting.

Jenny gasped for air. Her
body was on fire and she was weak and ultra-sensitive after one of the most
explosive climaxes she’d ever experienced. “Stop,” she begged. She couldn’t
take any more.

He pulled back and turned
himself around, this time straddling her face while facing front. “I told you
not to tell me to stop,” he reminded her.

“I can’t take any more,”
she begged.

“Open your mouth and take
this,” he said, nudging the swollen head of his cock at her lips. She obeyed,
alarmed at the size. As it neared the back of her throat she pushed at him,
resisting, but he grabbed her wrists and held them down. “Don’t panic,” he
instructed. “Open your throat.”

She tried to shake her
head, but he was moving, forcing her to concentrate on nothing but his
insistent cock.

“That’s twice you told me
no or to stop,” he reminded her. “That’s more punishment you have coming.”

Her lips felt stretched. He
filled her mouth, and was hitting the back of her throat. His breathing had
changed and his movements were more rigid. She felt his body spasm before warm
sticky fluid began squirting. “Swallow,” he moaned. She was tense, scared she
would gag, but she swallowed successfully, then sucked and swallowed again.

“Good,” he praised.

She kept it up until he
withdrew his now-shrunken penis from her mouth.

“Good girl,” he said into
her ear. “That was so good.”

He collapsed beside her and
they did not stir for a while. When he reached over to softly stoke her arm,
she jumped slightly. “It’s okay, baby,” he soothed. He continued lightly
stroking and fingering her glowing skin. He toyed with her nipples, then
lightly ran a finger over the shallow well in the base of her throat. He ran a
teasing finger back and forth over her lips.

Everything was slow and
languid. She felt drugged, exhausted and totally satiated.

“Turn over and let me
inspect your bottom,” he whispered.

The words caused a ripple
of fear and excitement to pulse through her.

She turned onto her side,
and felt him shift to better see her ass. Had he left marks? It felt sore and
warm still. He stroked the surface with light fingertips, which felt wonderful.

He moved closer behind her,
spooning against her. “I liked spanking you,” he whispered into her ear. “It
felt so good.”

She trembled with
excitement and need.

“I’m going to do it again,
and again and again. Poke it out for me now and let me smack it.”

She made a tiny whimpering
sound, but arched her back, sticking her ass toward him.

“Good,” he cooed.

The slap that landed in the
middle of her bottom was hampered by covers and his position, but it was still
satisfying. He slapped again, this time delivering more of a sting. He kissed
her ear and slapped again. “One more time?” he asked.

She made a soft sound that
sounded like an objection, but then nodded.

He smiled and slapped.
“Next time I come, you’ll present me with something to spank you with,” he
said. “I want you to test it on yourself first, so you’ll know what’s good. Do
you understand?”

She nodded.

“Do it or I’ll know you
didn’t. That would displease me. You don’t want to displease me, do you?”

“No.”

He blew out a long, slow
breath, wishing he could stay curled up with her all night. It would be so easy
to fall asleep. “I’m going to get up and go now,” he said regretfully. “You lay
here for a while before getting up.”

She nodded.

“I’ll come again on
Thursday night. At ten o’clock, be naked with your blindfold on, unlock the
door for me and wait.”

She felt the bed move.

“Don’t neglect your
assignment,” he warned.

* * * *

Jenny had to allow her eyes
to adjust to the light before she could study her image in the mirror. She
did
have marks on her behind. She ran a hand over them, wondering about her sanity.
How could something like that have aroused her so much? What would Ryan have
thought of her behavior? His interest would go cold instantly, she was sure.
She chewed on her bottom lip, unnerved by the thought. She flipped off the
light and went back toward bed, noticing the money that had been left under her
vibrator.

Chapter Six

December 19

Jenny fit the tiny earpiece
in Ryan’s ear, still explaining how it worked. “Vocal tone consists of this
buzz generated by vibrations in the larynx, which is transferred to the ears
through the tissues, cartilage, and bones of the throat and skull. This
mechanism amplifies that buzz
—
”

Ryan wasn’t really
listening. He stared at her chest, watching her breathing and the pulse in the
well of her throat. She was nervous, afraid the stuttering control device
wouldn’t work for him. He wasn’t nervous because he didn’t expect it to work;
he simply had to try. What he really would have liked to do was to reach out,
pull her close and stop her nervous banter by filling her mouth with his
tongue. His fingers ached to fondle her perfect tits. She was a 34 C. He knew
because of the bra in his possession.

Jenny stepped back, her
pale green eyes wide and searching. She wondered if he was ready for this, if
he was poised for disappointment. “That’s all there is to it. You can say
something,” she said quietly.

“I think you’re the most
beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said flawlessly.

Her breath caught.

Ryan felt a rush of
surprise.“I … was going to say I don’t want you to feel bad if it doesn’t
work,” he said, talking faster.

Tears filled Jenny’s eyes
and she clapped her hand to her smiling mouth.

“I didn’t really expect it
to,” he said even faster. “B-but it is. It is, isn’t it? This is so weird.”

Jenny laughed and swiped at
the tears that refused to stay in check.

Ryan scooted off the table
and stood. “Jenny Oliver,” he said, shaking his head.

“Ryan Cosgrove,” she
returned. “It’s so good to hear from you, sir.”

He grinned from ear to ear.
“You know I’m n-never going to shut up, don’t you?” He couldn’t help himself,
he picked her up and whirled her around.

Was it unprofessional to
allow it? She didn’t care at the moment.

“And my insurance paid for
this, right?” he asked. “It’s mine to keep.”

“It’s yours,” she replied
happily.

He set her down, his brown
eyes gleaming. “We have to go out and celebrate.”

She nodded. “Yes, we do!”

The moment had never seemed
more perfect and so he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her soundly.

* * * *

Ryan lit the candle on the dining
room table and kissed Jenny on the cheek before returning to the adjoining
kitchen to finish salads. He’d brought her to his house to fix her a steak
dinner and ply with her with wine, and she was loving every minute of it.

He’d built the home, a large
log cabin, on several acres of wooded land, and it was very him. He was
comfortable in the kitchen and she found it amazingly sexy, especially as he
chopped vegetables and added them to the salads. She’d never made such a
perfect looking creation, and he made it look effortless. A gorgeous, sexy man
—
a
gentleman, who seemed to like taking care of her and who could cook; what more
in life was there? She picked up her glass of wine and went into the kitchen.
Jimbo, the docile German shepherd, followed.

“Did you build this place
from a kit?” she asked, looking up at the perfectly placed exposed beams.

He looked at her with a
stern look, one eyebrow lifted.

“Oooh, I’ll take that as a
no,” she said, laughing. “Sorry. No insult intended.”

“I designed it myself,” he
said. God, but it felt good to just be able to say what he wanted to. Suddenly,
there was nothing holding him back. This had to be how super-heroes felt when
they first discovered their secret power. “I’ll take you on a tour upstairs
after dinner.”

Were the words as
suggestive as they sounded? She sat and tried to control the extent of her
blushing. Maybe she just had trash for brains lately. She’d always been so good
and controlled. She’d been a virgin through most of college, in fact. She’d
never been wild or promiscuous…until recently.

 Wild. Promiscuous. She
tested out the words in her mind. Was that what she’d become? She certainly
wanted sex more now. She was enjoying it for the first time ever. Most people
would be shocked and scandalized, had they known what so thrilled her lately.
Her master, the dark lord of the laundry room, had changed her. Or maybe he’d
just exposed the real her, the sexual her. He’d opened a gaping gulf of need
and desire in her, that was certain.

She wanted to make love to
Ryan, too. Would tonight be the night? It would. She felt herself quiver with
wanting.

Ryan flipped the steaks on
the indoor grill, and glanced over to make sure Jenny still had wine.

She saw the solicitous
glance. “I’m good,” she assured him. He grinned, his dark eyes gleaming, and
she shook her head, smiling but embarrassed.

It was hard to tear his
eyes from her. She was adorable, and she was his.

* * * *

“Guest room,” Ryan said,
pushing the first door on the second floor open.

Jenny barely got a look at
the multi-colored quilt on the bed, before he pulled her on.

“Another guest room,” he
said, shoving open a second door.

She got a glimpse of twin
beds and rustic furniture. “How many bedrooms, all together?”

“Three finished, including
mine. I haven’t finished a couple of other rooms. ” His throat was actually a
little sore from having talked so much more than usual. Of course, he was ready
to stop talking. “And this one,” he said, leading her into the master bedroom,
“is mine.” He would have said,
ours, if you want it
, had he not been
scared she would freak and bolt on him. Everything could be done and said in
time. There was nothing holding him back now.

Jenny looked around. The
large room, decorated in shades of burgundy and cognac and ivory, led to a wall
of sliding-glass windows, revealing a large balcony. “It’s all so nice, Ryan,”
she said sincerely. “I am more impressed than I can say.”

He walked over to turn off
the outside lights and close the vertical blinds before he turned back to her.
“Would you stay the night?” he asked gently.

She hesitated only a
moment.“Yes.”

He smiled a beautiful
smile, straight from his heart. “The bathroom is through there and there’s
everything you need. Just go through drawers and cabinets. Make yourself at
home. I’m going to build a fire.”

“Is it okay if I take a
quick shower?” she asked.

“It’s okay, whatever you
want to do,” he assured her.

* * * *

Jenny dried off and wiped a
spot in the steamy mirror with a towel, before realizing that she didn’t have any
makeup with her. She’d washed hers off, which was incredibly stupid. She’d felt
so confident and full of herself earlier. It was just so great to be sharing
this day, this experience with Ryan, but now, her confidence wavered. They were
rushing things.
Am I setting myself up for another failed relationship?
He didn’t even need her anymore, given that the stuttering control device had
worked miraculously well. She was glad for him, thrilled for him, but—

“Truth is, you’re just not
that special,” a deep voice accused.

Jenny squeezed her eyes
shut, but Mitch was still there, plain as day, in her mind’s eye. His shirt was
unbuttoned and he had a glass of scotch in his hand. His blond hair was tousled
after a long day and a few too many drinks.

“You seem like you are at
first. Cute, good body. But you’re just not,” he said conversationally.

It had come out of nowhere,
robbing her of the ability to respond intelligently.

“Not to hurt your
feelings,” he kept on, turning away from her to add a fresh ice cube to his
drink. “Of course, I love you. But your allure,” he glanced back at her
sheepishly, as if he hated having to tell her a painful truth. “It wears off
quick.”

She forced her eyes open
and her mind away from the hurtful memory. She’d promised herself not to think
of it again. Mitch was gone. Out of her life. He’d only said things for the
sadistic pleasure of hurting and humiliating her.

But maybe, just maybe, the
reason she kept thinking back on Mitch’s comments was because there was some
truth to them. She wasn’t really anything special, and Ryan was. He was
gorgeous and he had a good heart. He’d been shy because of the stuttering, but
that would change now. His confidence would bloom; he’d realize how special he
was, and he would see that she wasn’t.

She pulled on Ryan’s
bathrobe, moving slowly, and crept out. Soft music was playing, a fire was
crackling in the hearth and Ryan lay propped against the headboard, waiting for
her. His clothes were on, thank goodness. Only his shoes had been removed.

She was having second
thoughts; he could tell. Why? “I brought more wine up,” he offered.

“I think I had enough,” she
replied. “Although it was really good,” she added quickly.

He slid off the bed,
knowing he had to turn things back around. “You look good in that robe.”

She dropped her eyes,
embarrassed. She knew better.

He reached out and tipped
her chin up. “What is it?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want
to rush anything,” she blurted.

He nodded patiently. “It’s
why I haven’t asked you to marry me yet.”

He said it totally straight
faced. It was so unexpected, most of her tension instantly evaporated.

“Come here,” he said,
taking her by the hand and pulling her to the bed.

She had a struggle making
sure the robe stayed closed. The back of the bed was cushioned with soft, fluffy
pillows, and she allowed herself to be pulled next to him in a semi-reclining
position.

“Relax,” he murmured. “It’s
comfortable. We’re each with exactly who we want to be with…I hope.”

“I am.”

“I am, too,” he stated.

He kissed her head,
savoring the smell of soap on her skin. “It doesn’t matter if we make love.
It’s still the first best night of my life. I just want to be with you.”

The words were so perfect.
He was so perfect. Was he just saying what she wanted to hear? Mitch had
charmed her at first, too. He’d been very loving and complimentary...until
she’d committed herself to their relationship.

“Jenny
—
”

She looked up at him. His
eyes were searching, as vulnerable as ever.

“Tell me what you’re
thinking,” he asked with a quiet intensity.

“That you’re too good to be
true,” she admitted.

His eyes widened
momentarily, then he shook his head. She wasn’t setting him up for a joke, he
knew, but—

She drew back, surprised
and alarmed that she’d hurt him somehow.

“No one’s ever said
anything like that before,” he said.

“I find that hard to
believe.” Her voice was soft, tremulous. “And if it’s true, they will. Your
lack of self-confidence was probably holding you back, but
—
”

She was unbelievable. She
really and truly did not see him as a freak of nature. She never had. “I don’t
care what anybody else thinks, Jen. Only you.” He reached over and kissed her,
a sweet, tender, close-mouthed kiss.

“I love how your lips feel
on mine,” she murmured with her eyes still closed.

He kissed her again,
lifting her face to his. He lowered her on the bed and partially covered her
body with his own. His tongue became insistent and demanding as it claimed
domain of her mouth. He’d said they didn’t have to make love
—
but his
body and soul were ravenous for her. He straddled her and leaned up to pull off
his shirt. He looked down in time to see her eyes rake over his chest. It made
him want to devour her. He reached down and opened the robe, then lowered his
mouth onto a breast.

She stroked his hair, and
concentrated on the sensation of being suckled. She wanted him, and he wanted
her. If it were just for tonight, and then he was going to tire of her or try
to mind-fuck her, at least she would recognize it. She wouldn’t keep getting in
deeper and deeper with him. She moaned softly and strained upward toward him.
She wasn’t going to hold back anything tonight. If she felt like moaning, she
would moan. If she felt like screaming and clawing him, she’d do that, too. He
was beautiful, sweet, and sexy, and she adored him.

When he got up to remove
his pants, she fought a lifetime of timidity and looked at him. His erect penis
was as perfect as the rest of him. He came closer, drawn by the way she looked
at him, and she took it in her hand and lovingly caressed it. Shyly, she sat up
and brought her lips to it, kissing the tip first, taking the head into her
mouth.

He sighed with surprise and
pleasure and watched as she took as much into her mouth as she was capable of.