River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations (26 page)

“Tonight, Jackie,” he runs his powerful hand down my back as he speaks, soothing me, building that connection, “I would like to show my Lauren a few things. I would also like her to learn. Are you up for that, my pet?”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, nervous and yet wanting at the same time.

“Very good,” he whispers in my ear before moving behind me. He runs his hand down my back, over the crack of my ass and settles his large fingers just at my slit. My pussy is open and ready for him, a delicate flower open to the spring rain, waiting for the nourishment of the sun. The first flick catches me unguarded, but I quickly focus and settle in as he twists his wrists and the tails of the flogger meet with my skin, gently at first, building rhythm, building intensity. He rolls his wrist and the flogger sweeps across my ass, first one side then the other. He picks up speed and force, and beats me into a deliciously numbing rhythm that my pulse and breathing synch with and my blood sings. It’s ecstasy, and it’s about to get better. Barely aware that he has stopped, I hear him shift and see Lauren’s feet between his at the end of the horse. She swings the flogger a few times, but I am barely aware, riding a climbing high. She runs her palms over my surely blooming cheeks, over and over, hypnotizing me, soothing my freshly flogged skin and then I hear it. The snap of the belt and I can’t hold back my glee. I hum and smile, letting out a deep satisfying preparatory breath. Warm lips kiss my red hot flesh before I hear them kiss each other. The sound of his palm ringing against her ass fills the room as she moans.

“Just five, my love,” I hear him whisper, “Save some for me.” He steps back and takes a seat on the couch. She takes a deep breath before swinging, cutting the air with the supple leather strap, meeting my skin with a marvelous bite.

“Count,” she says.

“One.” She swings again, the leather licking at the other side of my ass.

“Two.” Back and forth.

“Three,” my voice cracks ever so slightly as she swings again, the strap ringing across the entirety of my blissfully stinging flesh.

“Four.” The last swing is softer and I hear her drop it to the floor and she is immediately at my ear.

“Five.”

“Are you alright?” She asks, rubbing my back slowly, her warm sweet breath tickling my ears. I open my eyes and smile at her nodding in delight.

“Thank you.” I whisper as he picks up the strap. She pets my head before kissing my lips and returns to the couch to watch the master at work. And I brace myself.

“Five more, my pet, and then I will fuck that pretty pussy of yours while my beautiful wife watches.”

“Thank you, Sir.” The words barely escape my lips before his hands are on me, searching for the spot of first impact, inspecting the work of his wife.

“Mmmm, beautiful,” he whispers hoarsely before kissing my skin and standing. The pain is more evident now that I’ve warmed up, the sting harsher, lasting longer. The sound of the leather slicing the air, the split second before the strap hits my begging flesh is the most potent moment of anticipation. The pain increases with every slap until tears burn my eyes and I feel my body bow under the last strike, a monumental release of emotion, tension, grief, everything is gone.

CHAPTER THREE

I woke up feeling refreshed, renewed, and calm. Like a storm had passed and all that was left was sunshine and a clean slate, washed by the belt. As I roll out of bed and pass the full length mirror, I see the faint reminders of Mr. Bohm, and better yet, the marks of the Mrs. She surprised me last night, the sight of her between my legs, sucking on my clit with that glint in her eyes as he fucked her from behind. My pussy weeps at the memory. The way he grunted like a man possessed as he pushed into her, his eyes mad with lust, pressing her face into my slick sex over and over again; moaning into my swollen folds, coaxing every last drop of satisfaction from my already spent body. The belt marks will fade, sadly, but the memories are mine to file away with the rest.

The day passes quickly before a call from Mr. Clarke stops me in my tracks. Fresh from a run, his southern drawl drips like honey as he asks so politely for my address and informs me he will pick me up at eight p.m. sharp.

When the buzzer goes off at precisely eight o’clock, I am ready for Tommy and all his good ol’ boy charm. A swipe of red gloss across my lips and I grab my clutch and fly down the stairs. When I come into the lobby, I see him, standing on the stoop in a pale waistcoat and tie. I step out into the crisp summer air and he smiles.

“You look positively radiant this evening, Jackie.”

He takes my hand and kisses it, like something out of a movie. I have never met anyone like Tommy, so proper, so polite. I look him up and down and find him a shining example of casual perfection. Shirt sleeves rolled up his powerful forearms, trousers that sit just on his hips and hug his long powerful legs. He must be a sight to behold outside of his fancy suits.

“I do hope you will forgive my casual nature, but I came straight from the magazine.”

“You look amazing,” It falls out of my mouth before I can take it back, but he just grins and nods.

“You sure know how to make a man blush. Come, I am famished.” He places his big hand at the base of my spine and guides me into the back of his car.

“I’ve made us reservations for dinner, I hope that is ok. But I was hoping that perhaps you could show me around afterwards? Maybe for a nightcap, I’m sure you know the city better than I do.”

“Is this your first time in New York?”

“Oh no, not by a long shot. But I’d like to see
your
New York. Where does Jackie like to go, what makes Jackie happy? This city can be such a personal thing, don’t you agree?”

And I do, more than he could know. I have made myself a little world here, right in the middle of Manhattan. My favorite little spots, my favorite people, it’s all right here, if you know where to find it, and I do. I smile at him and he crinkles his eyes, goodness that smile could stop a bull dead in his tracks.

We share tapas and a spicy Spanish wine at Boqueria before I take him to my local favorite spot: a small hidden gem in my neighborhood, tucked behind a pizza parlor that specializes in old cocktails and craft beers. He has a beer while I sip on a Manhattan, our knees touching, eyes alight like a couple of teenagers. There is an undeniable chemistry between us. Every brush of his hand is like fire across my skin, his smile warms my center. He rests his hand on my knee and I swear I'll burst into flames when he leans in and places the most electric kiss at the corner of my mouth. I turn towards him and catch his mouth just as he pulls away and kiss him. Kiss him like I haven’t kissed a man in ages, with all of my heart and all of my lust. I pour myself into him and we meld, our lips perfectly tangled, our bodies calling out for one another. I settle back onto my stool and run my fingers across my freshly kissed lips, locking away his taste. He just smiles and winks before finishing his beer. I follow his lead and take the last sweet sip of my drink and he closes out the tab.

“I had such a lovely evening, Jackie, thank you for bringing me here.”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” I return, more than a little confused and let down. I thought that kiss would surely lead somewhere, but it seems I was wrong.

“I think I should take you home now.” He says, standing from his stool, offering me his hand. We walk the two blocks back to my apartment and he holds my hand, every once in a while giving me a little squeeze and a smile. When we get to my building I turn to him, wanting to invite him up, but I can already see the answer in his eyes. He kisses me delicately on the corner of my mouth before kissing the back of my hand.

“I have a conference call early in the morning and then I’d like to take you to brunch.”

“I’d like that,” a breathy response laced with hope and a little disappointment.

“Well then,” he pulls me in for a hug and another delicately tame kiss. “Until tomorrow, Jackie,” he winks, then gently nudges me up the steps of my stoop and watches me go in before he turns and walks away.

The next morning I wake from a restless sleep exhilarated and anxious. I buzz him into the building and unlatch my door for him before I finish dressing. The heat and humidity has been sweltering so I pull on a loose skirt and a tank top. I find him in the kitchen, leaning casually against my counter, as if he belongs there, like he has been a fixture in my home all along. His eyes twinkle and that deep dimple makes an appearance as he takes me in.

“You look positively radiant this morning, Jackie. Good enough to eat,” he says, looking me straight in the eye, his fixed gaze never faltering. The breath hitches in my chest as he scans my body slowly as if making a battle plan, where to strike first, where to surprise. A bolt of lightning strikes at my core watching him, feeling like a meal, wanting to be devoured.

“Suddenly I’m not very hungry,” I barely whisper as he makes his way across the kitchen in two effortless strides, his long legs carrying him to me with purpose.

“Suddenly I’m starving,” he growls before taking me like a storm. He wraps his hand behind my head and grips my hip, pulling me to him, crushing me against him, grinding his heat through the fine fabric of my barely-there skirt. I let out a deep sigh before he takes my mouth with the force of a hurricane, tongues twisted, and lips bitten. It’s a fucking inferno, desperation seeping from both of us, mixing into an unstoppable cocktail of sexual tension. He grips my thighs and lifts me to the counter like a child, pushing his way into my space, parting my legs with his large body, making my core his playground. I wrap my feet around him and pull him closer all the while tugging those cherubic blonde locks, needing to be closer. I grip his shoulders as he bites into my neck, his teeth ringing deep in my belly. Running his tongue from the base of my throat to my ear, he takes me over the edge with a hoarse whisper…

“I can’t control myself any longer. I want all of you, Jackie. Right here, right now.”

“Take it,” I reply. “Take it all. Do it now.”

He backs away from me, pushing my skirt up over my thighs slowly, revealing my wet panties. He hooks his thumbs in the sides and orders me to lift my hips. As I lift myself from the counter, he slides them slowly down my legs, running his fingers along my skin like a firebrand, stopping at my feet. He kneels down and cradles my foot in his massive hands, bringing it to his lips as he watches my every move. One delicate kiss he places on each toe before moving to the other foot. As he stands, he puts my wet panties to his nose and takes a deep draught of the heady scent he coaxed and grins.

“You make me feel ….less than gentlemanly, little girl.”

He tosses the panties aside and pushes in between my legs. I grab at his belt and tug it open, ripping it from his trousers, popping his button and pushing his pants toward the cool tile floor. He grabs my face and kisses me with a ferocity that I’ve been missing. Not urgent, but desperate. Desperate for more, to take as much as he can, and good Lord at this very moment I want to give him all I have and more. He grips my ass and slides me to the edge of the counter while freeing his gorgeous cock. It springs free; long and straight, alive with lust and just begging for my mouth. I’m sure my eyes widen like a child at Christmas. But before I can do a thing, he plunges into my deep, wet pussy and goes to work, splitting me in half in the most delicious way, stroking my flaming walls, back and forth, his hips powering into me, his mouth hypnotizing me.

I’m completely lost as he whips my tank top over my head and tears my bra away, gripping my breasts between his massive fingers, taking my nipple into his mouth and biting my warmed flesh like a hungry wolf. He sets a punishing rhythm with his powerful hips, rocking into me and rolling me away before powering slamming into me again and again. I’ve lost my breath and my skin is slick with sweat when he pulls me from the counter. His breathing is heavy, but not labored as he spins me around, pinning me. He pulls my skirt down around my feet and stops for half a second as my mind reels.
Oh no, the belt marks!

I don’t dare turn to see his face and before I can overthink, he slaps my ass so hard it rings through the space, warms my flesh and provokes the most deeply satisfying moan. Kneeling behind me, he runs his tongue across the spot he just laid into. His tongue, cool by comparison, across the warm, reddened flesh is heavenly. He slaps the other cheek equally hard and treats it to a lick before standing and parting my legs with his feet. His strong fingers melt into my hips as he rests the tip of his cock at the entrance of my greedy pussy, driving me wild with lust. My sex pulses and begs for his cock, but he stays just on the precipice, gently pushing against me but never entering the holy sea. He presses me to the counter, his front pressed to my back, the ache of his weight just perfect as he whispers hot into my ear.

“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, Jackie. You’ve made me forget my manners.”

With that, he slides the length of his cock into my waiting pussy and we fuse.

“Fuck manners!” I howl as he fucks me wildly against the countertop, his powerful thrusts lifting me from my feet.

With one hand on the counter, I watch his fingers splay across the granite, large, powerful and tense. With his other hand he reaches around and begins playing with my swollen clit, grinding it between his fingers until I come undone.

“Oh my God,” I turn my face into the counter to muffle my scream as he thrusts and grinds.

I arch my back, pulling my hips away from him, but he is relentless, pulling me back to him, his fingers changing rhythm, changing pressure. He sends my body into the stratosphere with a deep hard flick and a roll before I hear his breath catch and his breathing becomes labored.

“Together!” He calls before he dips his knees and lifts me from my toes with a deep, vicious thrust and I am impaled.

Suspended on his large, angry cock he powers into me like a drill, holding me off the ground before he roars and we both come so violently that we are hoarse and breathless. I rest my face against the cool counter as wave after wave crashes over me, my body convulsing as he stands still, his cock holding me steady as I ride it out. His breathing slows as he nibbles at my neck and licks my ear.