Jasmine (19 page)

“I’m going to suckle at your clit
until I get it hard. Then I’m going to put this last clamp there. Do you
remember what you need to say if it’s too much?”

“Yes,” she said huskily. “Red to
stop you immediately, yellow for you to slow down, and green…” He laid his
mouth over her pussy and took the hard nubbin into his mouth. She cried out the
words, telling him that it was a go.

He couldn’t seem to get enough of
her. Her taste, her body. He wanted more than anything to lay her down and fuck
her, but knew that he’d never finish what he’d started. Before he changed his
mind and did, indeed, take her he clamped the last one onto her and held her
while she trembled. She nodded when he asked her again if she was all right.

He’d learned very quickly in his
training that pain was fun. But, like too much of anything, it could be just
painful. He didn’t want her to be in pain, not the kind that hurt, but the kind
that was rewarded with pleasure. Nathan suckled her clit again, nursing from it
as he pressed his fingers over her tiny hole.

He picked up one of the two items
he’d dropped on the floor while he clamped her. “Do you know what this is?” She
shook her head. “It’s a butt plug. I have five of them in varying sizes. This
one is the third smallest. I’ve been stretching you for a few weeks now and
know that the first two would be too small.”

He watched her eyes for some sort
of emotion. He wanted her to like this, but was willing to go much slower if
she needed it.

“Will you put that in me? Put that
in my ass to make it so that you can enter me there?” He nearly came at the
greed in her voice. “Are you going to fuck me, Master?”

“Yes. I’m going to fill your tight
little ass with my cock and your little pussy, my little pussy, with a big
dildo. Then I’m going to fuck you hard. Would you like that, slave? Would you
like for me to bend you over something and feel my cock deep in your ass?”

“Yes,” she hissed at him.

He stood up and told her to go to
the chair. “Put your hands on the arm rests and spread your legs. I’m going to
fill your pussy, then I’m going to play with your ass. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, Master.” He waited, he knew
she had something to say. “Nathan, I…will it hurt?”

“Yes. It will burn for a bit then,
as the pleasure takes over, it will feel incredible. And once I fill your pussy
and your ass you’ll not believe how wonderful it feels.”

“Have you…has anyone, have you had
anyone fuck you this way?”

He had expected this question. It
was something that no one knew of him. He would be honest with her even as much
as it embarrassed him. “Once. It was…I was high and he wanted me. I didn’t have
enough sense to tell him to stop or even to not do it. He was rough and I bled
for a while. I won’t do that to you. I’m going to take my time with you and not
hurt you, I promise.”

She looked at him over her
shoulder. “I trust you. More than anything or anyone I trust you. But if you
don’t hurry up I’m going to hurt you.”

Chapter 18

She moved back to the way he’d
positioned her. She was excited, nervous, but excited too. He was the man she
loved and she wanted this, she was sure, as much as he did. She felt his warmth
as he ran his fingers down along her spine. She shivered.

“Relax. I’m not going to do
anything that I won’t tell you about first. Feel my hand? I love the feel of
your skin under my fingers, warm and soft.” She felt herself relaxing by
degrees. “I’m going to rub some cream on you. I’ve gotten it warm for you.”

His fingers slid across her muscles
and when she started to tighten up he leaned down and kissed her ass. Then he
took a small nip. She moved back against his mouth as he ran his tongue up her
spine. She hardly felt him as he moved up behind her and moaned when his cock,
bare of his pants, slid between her legs.

“Please, Master. I ache for you.” Her
body didn’t just ache, it burned. She wanted to beg him for more, but was
afraid he’d stop. She wanted his touch, all of him.

His fingers sliding across her again
had her pushing back against him. This time when he moved she felt his cock
near her entrance. She didn’t tense up, but relaxed against him.

“That’s it, baby. I want you to bear
down when I move inside of you. Relax and let me in.” The slight burn turned to
pleasure almost immediately. “Christ, you have no idea how badly I want to fuck
you right now. I’m going to slide the dildo into you and you’ll feel me inside
of your pussy too.

He slid in her at both ends. She reached
between her legs and felt his cock as it moved slowly inside of her. He hissed,
“yes,” and she cupped his balls every time he rocked into her.

She felt him pause and then she
cried out when the dildo in her ass started to vibrate. “Nathan, please. Oh my
God, yes.”

She couldn’t have stopped herself
from coming if her life depended on it. She didn’t care if he punished her or
not. The sensation rippling through her had her screaming out his name as he
slammed deep, the vibrator bringing her again and again.

She was panting as he leaned over
her. She knew that he’d come, she'd felt him. It was all she could do to stay
where she was, holding them both up as their breathing came out in great
gasping breaths.

“I should beat your ass for that,
but I can’t seem to bring myself to care that you came without my permission. Hell,
all I can think about now is whether or not I have the strength to stand up
enough to make it to the bed, or should we just collapse on the chair and sleep
here?”

She giggled. “I think the bed will
be much more comfortable. Besides, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold you up
much longer. My whole body wants to recuperate.”

He kissed her shoulder. “I know. Just
give me a few seconds…Christ, woman you’re going to kill me. That didn’t turn
out the way I’d planned. Next time, and you can bet there will be plenty of
next times, I’m going to have to make you come before I play so that you can hold
out.”

That made her shiver and, when he
growled, she knew he’d felt it too. The thought of spending the next few
hundred years with this man made her feel wonderful. She smiled when he helped
her stand. They stood holding each other until he asked her if she wanted a
bath.

“Yes. Oh, that would be so
wonderful. I’ll just be a few minutes then I’ll come to bed. I’ve not had a
bath in ages.” She squealed when he picked her up. “Nathan, put me down. I must
weigh a ton.”

“Three,” he told her with a grin. “And
we’re taking a bath. I want to relax too. Come on, we’ll take a nice bath and
then hit the hay. I’ve got several meetings in the morning and you have some
property to find.”

The bath was more than she could
have hoped for. After he removed the clamps she came again with his permission
and help. She couldn’t believe how incredible it felt. The water was hot and
Nathan washed her hair while he talked. He told her of his day and the plans he
had for tomorrow. She told him of her meeting with Chastity and with Drew. By
ten o’clock, they were both sound asleep in their new borrowed bed and holding
each other very tight.

By the time she was leaving the
house, she was running an hour behind. It had been the best night’s sleep she’d
had in a month and she’d not wanted to get up. Nathan had taken the covers from
her and she knew she’d either have to get out of the bed or simply be chilled. Her
phone ringing had her moving after a quick conversation with her publisher.

“We have that meeting at ten in
the Four Seasons. Don’t forget to bring your pen. We will be signing a great
many contracts. Both with the production company and also with HBO. They want
some things changed so is your buddy the lawyer coming along?”

“Drew, yes. He will meet us there.
What sort of changes? Nothing major?” she asked as she drove through heavy
traffic. “Drew told me yesterday that there are some things he wants to go over
with them as well.”

“Humm, let me see…one was a name
change. Nothing important I think on that one. It seems one of the people on
the staff had a boyfriend by that name and he died overseas in the last
campaign. I would have thought that they’d like the honor, but it’s that guy
who gets killed at the end of this book so I told her I’d ask. The other is…I
don’t remember. I told Drew, he’s aware of both.” Jazzie heard the traffic as
Chastity continued. “There is also the new cover. How do you want that one
handled? Later or today when this thing is over? It’s really lovely if you ask
me, but…well, not enough sex. I’ll let you handle that one.”

Jazzie rolled her eyes. Like she
cared what the cover looked like. Most of the time she just let Chastity handle
that, but the last several books she’d been having a say. It wasn’t that she
was a prude, but she did try to have them look a little less pornographic. Not
that she ever changed anything except maybe the letter coloring but she did
like to be a part of it.

“We’ll table that one for after. Oh,
I got that invite in the mail. What do you know about that dinner thing?” Jazzie
glanced over at the pretty envelope sticking out of her purse. “It says an
honor, but not what sort of one.”

“Invite? I’m not sure. Where from?
I’m sure I would have…nope, nothing here. When is it? I’ll have Mark look into
it for you. And the place if you have it. I don’t know anything about an honor,
but you know if they are honoring my favorite author then I’m right there.” Jazzie
gave her the details and then she heard her talking to Mark, her husband, who
helped her in the office. “He’ll look into it.”

“I’m nearly at the realty office
now. I’m putting my house on the market. Also, if you know of anyone with some
property to sell, I’m looking. But don’t…well, you know. I don’t want them to
jack up the price because they think they can get it.”

Jazzie spent forty-five minutes in
the office. Her head was pounding and she wanted to strangle the man who was
fast becoming her worst enemy. He’d asked her more about the place that she was
selling than what she was looking for. She just knew it was a dead end. She
called Nathan on her way out to the car and told him.

“Let me ask Alyssa if we can use
her realtor. They work for the company in finding property and such for her to
get cheap. Maybe we can get a deal. By the way, we’re to meet a friend of mine
for dinner. He said he wants us to come by his club. It’s called Tightly Bound.
Are you interested?”

She stopped walking and smiled. “Byron
Grant and his wife Ta? I know them, too. Yes, that would be wonderful. I
haven’t seen Byr since I was a kid.”

He laughed and told her he’d pick
her up at the house. “I’m looking forward to taking you there and taking you.” She
melted under his words. “And when we build, we’ll put in our own play room with
all the things we like there.”

“Nathan, please tell me that you
want me as badly as I do you right now. If you do, I’ll so make it worth your
while not to work late tonight.” She slid into her car. “I’m so wet right now. I’ll
have to change when I get back to the house before I go with you tonight. I’m
sure that my panties are soaked through.” She smiled when he growled at her. That
alone could make her come.

“I’m going to do what I’ve been
promising for weeks now. Your tight little ass is going to be pink when I’m
finished. And as for your panties, I told you not to wear them so you’d better
not be wearing any when I get home. They won’t last if you do.”

She made her way to the restaurant
without even thinking about it after they hung up. He had her so worked up she
was sure that she was driving on auto pilot. She pulled into the parking lot a
whole twenty minutes early. She was just about to get out when someone knocked
on her passenger window. She looked over at the woman and smiled as she rolled it
down.

“You Jasmine Zinnia, the writer?”

She nodded, wondering what she
could want when her window exploded near her head. She was screaming even
before the door was snatched from her. And the last thing she saw before
something was pressed over her face, she could swear, was her mother.

~~~

Verrie laughed when she watched
Guinevere’s daughter crumple to the ground. The man who she’d hired to get the
daughter was throwing Jazzie over his shoulder as she made her way to the van. She
glanced up at the cameras over on the next two buildings. They had been put out
of commission when Verrie had found out that the daughter was coming here for a
lunch meeting. It was amazing what one could do with a handgun in this state.

Fred dumped the girl in the back
and Verrie smiled at him. He had asked for a hundred bucks to help with this
part of the killing and now that he’d served his purpose, she drew her gun and
shot him between the eyes. She simply tilted him into the back of the van
beside Jazzie. The woman who had distracted Jazzie for them was already dead
near the car.

Verrie went to the other body and
tried to figure out if she could lift her. When she decided that she couldn’t
lift her on her own Verrie simply rolled her under the girl’s car. It might be
awhile before she was found, but honestly, she didn’t care. She had just what
she wanted. Of all the women who had been working on this mess she was the
first to get one of the fucking brats in her hands.

It took her ten minutes of driving
around to find another license plate. She looked for the same make and model
van that she was driving and close enough to the same color that she wouldn’t
be missed for a bit. She had to abandon one for another because the screws had
been so rusted that she wasn’t able to get them free. Then the fucking things
were expired. She was glad that she’d noticed that before she got them onto the
stolen van.

Stripping off the gloves she used
to get the plates, she put them in her pocket and put on another pair before
she got into the van. No sense in screaming that she’d been in the fucking van,
she thought with a smile. Her hair was tucked up under a hat as well. All in
all it took her forty minutes to get the girl to the old house.