Sackmaster
| Sackmaster | |
| Necessary Roughness [1] | |
| Ann Jacobs | |
| Ellora's Cave (2010) | |
| Rating: | ★★★☆☆ |
| Tags: | Erotica |
Book 1 in the Necessary Roughness series.All-pro defensive end Jimmy Bronson, new to the Savannah Rebels, moved to escape memories of a disastrous marriage. A sexual Dominant who’s in no hurry to jump into another relationship, he falls in lust with an arresting female face in a magazine.Julie Silver, the object of his obsession, happens to live in his condo building. Their connection is instantaneous and the sex is hot and wild. Quickly, they discover they share a fetish, which they decide to play out at Rebels’ Roost, the team’s exclusive BDSM club.The perfect Master and slave ’til death do they part? Julie is not so sure. She is older than Jimmy and knows that lust comes easily when you’re young, but love requires time and compromise. Jimmy is very sure, though. Julie is perfect for him. He’s already bought her collar and a length of diamond-studded chain to lace through the rings that adorn her clit and nipples. A committed player—in sex games and life—always gets just what he wants.
Sackmaster
Book 1 in the Necessary Roughness series.
All-pro defensive end Jimmy Bronson, new to
the Savannah Rebels, moved to escape memories of a disastrous marriage. A sexual
Dominant who’s in no hurry to jump into another relationship, he falls in lust
with an arresting female face in a magazine.
Julie Silver, the object of his obsession,
happens to live in his condo building. Their connection is instantaneous and
the sex is hot and wild. Quickly, they discover they share a fetish, which they
decide to play out at Rebels’ Roost, the team’s exclusive BDSM club.
The perfect Master and slave ’til death do
they part? Julie is not so sure. She is older than Jimmy and knows that lust
comes easily when you’re young, but love requires time and compromise. Jimmy is
very sure, though. Julie is perfect for him. He’s already bought her collar and
a length of diamond-studded chain to lace through the rings that adorn her clit
and nipples. A committed player—in sex games and life—always gets just what he
wants.
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica
Publication
Sackmaster
ISBN 9781419926969
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Prologue
Savannah, Georgia
March 1
For the first time in ages, Julie Silver
felt she’d done something more valuable for her fellow man than just smiling
and looking good for the camera. She’d just raised more than ten thousand
dollars by sitting onstage in a barber chair and letting the owner of an
upscale Savannah salon cut off her long black hair and shave her head to
benefit cancer research.
Though she’d decided to do it in memory of
a dear friend who’d died of breast cancer, it hadn’t been that much of a
sacrifice since she had a modeling assignment next week that required her to have
a shaved head. Back home now, she unwrapped the pink silk turban from around
her head and ran her hands over her smooth scalp.
It felt good. Almost like another erogenous
zone that she’d kept free of hair ever since discovering, when she was in high
school, how good that smooth pussy felt. With eager fingers she explored her
satiny scalp, and as she did she felt moisture drip from her tightening cunt.
Her nipples tightened when she caressed the sensitive hollow just above the
back of her neck, imagining it was a lover enjoying her new nakedness.
Breathing hard, Julie stripped and stood in
the shower, loving the feel of warm water dripping over her body, now totally
hairless except for her eyebrows and lashes since she’d had most of her body
hair permanently removed years ago—a present from her ex who’d tried almost
everything to convince himself that she was who he wanted in his bed. He hadn’t
succeeded, but she had to admit he’d tried hard. Hard enough that it had stung
when he finally gave up and left her three years ago for a fresh-faced boy toy
he’d told her matter-of-factly was better at sucking cock than she’d ever been.
Now Julie only had to please herself. And
it pleased her to be totally naked and to revel in autoerotic sensations she’d
only dreamed about. Stepping out of the shower, she toweled herself dry. Then
she selected a large glass dildo, filled it with warm water and proceeded to
use it on her clit and pussy as she rubbed her bare scalp with her other hand.
Soon she shuddered with the force of a climax she’d attained all by herself.
Loving herself.
* * * * *
The next day she looked in the mirror and
frowned. Her hair grew too damn fast. A dark shadow marked her hairline, and
when she ran a hand over her head it didn’t feel smooth anymore. This wouldn’t
do. Skillfully, for she’d shaved the ex’s head pretty regularly when he was in
his leatherman phase, she lathered up her scalp and shaved it smooth again. And
she went ahead and swiped the razor over her eyebrows, knowing they’d have to
go anyhow for the photo shoot.
She liked the feeling of smoothness, total
nakedness. Although she always put on makeup and donned a wig to go to the gym
and out shopping, she went bare in her Savannah condo, every so often rubbing
her hand over the smooth surface of her scalp.
* * * * *
When she got to New York the day before the
photo shoot, she submitted to a professional waxing that left her feeling even
smoother than she did with a fresh shave. Not that she had enough growth to
make the waxing necessary, strictly speaking. Julie knew it was kinky but
didn’t care. She loved the sensation of total nakedness, even now that the
photo shoot was finished and she was back home in Savannah.
She looked at herself in the mirror, liked
knowing she was smooth from head to toe. Skimming her palm over her scalp, she
felt a little prickly growth and picked up a razor to whisk it away.
But she looked assessingly at her image in
the mirror. What would a lover think?
She didn’t have one, hadn’t since her
marriage had crashed and burned. Not that she wasn’t interested. The right
opportunity hadn’t arisen. She didn’t want just any hard cock. She wanted a
loving brain and dominant spirit to go with it, and those seemed hard to come
by, particularly in tandem.
She imagined her dream lover’s calloused
hands caressing her bare scalp while she sucked his hard, hot cock and licked
the velvety-smooth lubrication from his slit. He’d pull out when he was ready
and come on her head, massaging the slick liquid into her scalp until it felt
like wet silk.
Dream on, Julie. Most likely your
fantasy lover would take off faster than a jet plane the minute you took off
your wig.
Shaking her head, she set down the razor
and resolved to grow out her crowning glory.
Chapter One
One year later
Savannah Rebels’ spring minicamp
Tackling sled one, Bronson nothing.
Sweat damn near blinded him, or was it the
sodden air turning to water when it hit his skin? Jimmy Bronson paused in the
shade of a moss-draped oak at the edge of the practice field, wondering momentarily
why the fuck he’d asked to be traded by his former team.
Never mind that he’d been ready to go
anywhere to get as far away as possible from Chicago and the memories he’d
always associate with the place.
He could only imagine how miserable
training camp would be down South in July and August. Today’s nearly ninety
degree weather was killing him. Come summer, he’d probably remember the weather
now as comfortable by comparison. But it sure as hell wasn’t comfortable now,
probably because a week ago he’d been experiencing the crisp, cool dregs of
winter at his parents’ Montana ranch.
That was it. The contrast. Mopping his brow
with the back of his hand, Jimmy decided he’d better find an apartment and move
on down here now, get used to being perpetually steamed like a lobster while
getting into playing shape. Not going home would provide an added benefit of
several thousand miles more distance between him and the things that triggered
his memories of Belinda.
Forcibly he banished the two-timing slut
from his mind.
“You okay?”
Jimmy forced a grin when head coach Colin
Zanardi came up to him, concern evident in his expression. “Yeah, Coach. I just
need to start getting used to this godforsaken climate.”
“Guess the change must be a shock. It hit
me hard when I first came down here after all the years I lived in Manhattan,
but at least I’d experienced the heat, if not the humidity, back in west Texas
when I was a kid. You’d better go on in the locker room and get a rubdown.”
Good idea.
Jimmy already liked Zanardi, even though the guy had been a quarterback—the
breed of player Jimmy had long ago programmed his brain to think of as a mortal
enemy. Zanardi was an offensive guru who’d been a perennial MVP during his
playing years.