Sackmaster (6 page)

When he turned to her, he wore a determined
grin. “I’ll live, baby. But thanks for listening. We’ve been working off our
breakfast for a couple of hours now, and I’m getting hungry again. What say we
go check out the seafood at that famous restaurant up on Broad Street? Are you
up for some stair-climbing?”

He didn’t have to tell her it was an
appetite-boosting climb from the cobblestone-paved River Street up to Bay
Street and a short walk from there to the restaurant, but the prospect of
eating the Southern-style fare while getting a breathtaking, panoramic view of
the river and historic sites made the trek worth the effort. “Sure. Can’t do
River Street without going to the Pirates’ House.”

Good thing they both were in great shape.
Otherwise they’d have been huffing and puffing like the couple behind them in
line. They sipped their beers at the bar and waited for a table. “I wonder how
many of these customers hiked up from River Street?” she asked casually.

“Most of them, I guess.” Jimmy drained his
glass and set it on the bar.

The bartender grinned. “Most locals come in
from Bay Street. You must be tourists.”

“Newcomers. At least Jimmy is. He plays for
the Rebels.”

The bartender held out a hand. “Hey, I
recognize you. Jimmy Bronson. The sackmaster. How’s Savannah treatin’ you so
far?”

Jimmy smiled. “Just fine. How long is it
gonna be before we get to eat?”

Julie figured he must be hungry again. It
must take a lot of fuel to keep his huge body going. “I bet we could eat in
here if we get the buffet.”

“That’s right,” the bartender said.
“Service isn’t as good, but I’ll see you get taken care of. Fried chicken’s the
main course, but there’s lots of other stuff—crab cakes and sweet potatoes and
turnip greens. You get bread and dessert, too.”

Jimmy looked at Julie. “That okay with you,
baby?”

She nodded. “I love Southern cooking. It
reminds me of home. I have to be careful, though, or I’ll eat myself right out
of a job.”

“You look great. Hot as hell. Not bone thin
like some models I’ve run into.”

Julie noticed the sincere expression on his
face as he looked down at her. “I used to be, but as I’ve gotten older I’ve
switched from high-fashion modeling to doing ad layouts where my face is more
important than how my body looks in clothes.”

“It looks fine to me, baby. Come on, let’s
dig into the food. I love buffets.” He grinned. “Next week training camp
starts, and I’d better love them, because that’s what I’ll get every day. Today
I want to chow down. We’ll take the buffet, then, Sam.”

The fact that Jimmy bothered to note the
bartender’s name impressed Julie. Lloyd had never treated the people who served
him as individuals. She had often wondered how he managed to remember her own
name.

* * * * *

“Do you want to go to the club tonight?”
Jimmy asked when they got back to their condo building and were waiting for the
elevator. “Or should we stay in and get to know each other better?”

She didn’t know. There was the exciting
prospect of playing with him in a BDSM club setting. But then a dungeon wasn’t
exactly the sort of place to get to know a lover better, a fact she’d learned
during the breakup with Lloyd. “You’re the Master,” she said lightly.

“Yeah, I am that. And I want to spend time
alone with my beautiful sub before I share her with anybody, even if the
sharing doesn’t involve swapping.” He frowned. “Sorry, babe, it’s gonna take a
while before I build up enough trust again to let my woman feel pleasure from
somebody else, even in a club scene.”

It would have thrilled Julie if she’d ever
heard that from Lloyd. By the end, he’d treated her like a prop—nothing more
than a convenient female to set the stage for the orgies he orchestrated. But
that was past. She was with Jimmy now. Though she had no illusions that their
relationship would last, considering the age difference and disparity in career
interests, she intended to enjoy the invigorating, arousing ride. “Let’s stay
here, then.”

“Okay. How about us working out first and
then holing up at my place? Mind you it’s a temporary pad—I’m having a house
built out on the Intracoastal Waterway—and nowhere near as plush as your
condo.”

They stepped inside the elevator and pushed
the buttons to their respective floors. “I’d like that,” Julie said before he
stepped out on the fourth floor, leaving her to go change at her own condo.

* * * * *

Sweating had never felt so good. Jimmy
finished a third set of bench presses and set the barbell back on the rack so
he could catch his breath and watch Julie work out on the stair-climber to cool
down.

God, but she was strong as well as
gorgeous. Not like a female bodybuilder, though. Her body was smooth and toned,
not bunched up with overdeveloped muscles like a man’s. He guessed they both
worked out like fanatics because their jobs required it—hers so she would look
good for the cameras, his because playing defensive end in the NFL required
extraordinary strength and agility.

He moved to the next station, set the pins
for the weights he wanted and positioned himself under the bar for squats. By
the time he finished, his thighs and glutes were burning. Time to hit the free
weights and do some dumbbell curls and then cool down. His mind wandered to his
apartment, more specifically to the bed with Julie in it.

* * * * *

She might be thirty-five, but Jimmy made
her feel young. Desirable in a way no fawning photographer or agent ever had.
Nude, she stretched across the soft Egyptian cotton sheet on Jimmy’s bed and
looked at the life-size vinyl poster of him that stared down at her while he
showered and shaved.

“You look downright fierce,” she called out
toward the open bathroom door. “I’d like to see you in your uniform one of
these days.”

“You will. In about a month. Season’s
almost on us now.”

She remembered the bartender had called him
something. What was it? Oh, yes. Sackmaster. “Why did Sam call you the
sackmaster?”

“Because I specialize in sacking
quarterbacks. That means, pretty lady, that I’m good at getting to them and
throwing them to the ground before they can make their throws.”

Naked but for a towel slung over his
shoulders, he came out, his hair damp and tousled as he stared at her. The hot
look in his eyes practically scalded her. “Omigod, baby, I like the way you
look in my bed. I think I’ll keep you there.”

As she watched, he dug soft restraints from
a dresser drawer and looped them expertly around her wrists and ankles. “You’ve
done this a few times before, haven’t you, Master?”

“A few. I’ll have to get you some toys,
though, because I don’t keep them around, just in case. Hold on.” Purposefully,
he left the bedroom, mumbling under his breath.

Where was he going? Julie heard a door
opening and closing in another room. The kitchen, she guessed, because it
sounded too far away to be the living room next door. “Jimmy?”

“Comin’, baby.” When he came back, he had
his hand held behind him. “This ought to make do until I get to a toy store. It
might be pretty cold, though.”

“What?”

“This.” He showed her a large, dark-green
cucumber. “Want it?”

“Oh, yes.” She’d never been fucked by a
vegetable but she found the idea surprisingly arousing as she watched him slide
it into a condom. “Are you—”

“I am, but first I want to taste you.” His
tongue on her toe felt like warm silk, and he made a path up her calf and thigh
that sent waves of excitement straight up to her cunt. “You’re so fucking
beautiful,” he muttered as he found her damp labia and stroked with his tongue.

Julie felt beautiful. Desired. This was a
Master who’d protect and keep her, for as long as it lasted. She wouldn’t dare
think about forever. With what he was doing to her clit now, sucking and
tonguing it, she could barely think at all.

His cheeks felt smooth, a delightful
contrast with the rasp of his goatee and mustache on her most sensitive flesh.
She wanted to touch him, too, but she was well restrained. For his pleasure,
but for hers, too.

“This is gonna be cold. I want you to warm
it up for me.” He kissed her cunt first then worked the sheathed cucumber in
and out, a little at first then more.

She shivered. “That feels…weird.” Not like
him or anybody else who’d ever fucked her. “Good, though. It’s getting warm
now.”

He laid his head on her belly, tongued her
navel. “You ought to have a big diamond here. Maybe I’ll get you one. Would you
like that, baby?”

She laughed. “I’d hate to wear a monster
diamond where most folks would never see it.” When he worked the cucumber in
and out of her cunt, she shuddered. She wasn’t used to playful games along with
her BDSM experiences, but she found she liked it. Maybe it was just that she
liked Jimmy.

Withdrawing the cucumber, he set it aside
and straddled her face. “Swallow my cock.”

When she did, he braced her head in both
his huge hands and laced his fingers through her hair. “Imagine how my scissors
will feel, cutting this off as close as I can to your gorgeous scalp.” He slid
his cock over her tongue and past her gag reflex as he spoke in a soft,
mesmerizing voice.

She couldn’t talk, so she tongued him
furiously, swallowed the salty lubrication that already was escaping from his slit.
God, but he had her so hot she was about to explode.

“Then I’ll run the clippers over you like
this—” He made a buzzing noise as he moved his hands rapidly over her head.
“And I’ll rub my cock all over the stubble. Then while I shave you, I’ll make
you suck me some more. You’ll come when I tell you to, at the first touch of
the razor.”

She was coming now, huge bursts of
sensation that began in her mouth and sped down to her nipples, her belly, her
wet cunt. “Mmmm.” Her attempt to speak against his cock head sent delicious
vibrations through her.

“Oh, yeah. When I’ve got you as soft and
smooth as you are in that picture, I’ll come all over your head and massage it
in. Oh God. I’m coming now just thinking about it.”

Spurt after spurt of his salty, thick ejaculate
flooded her mouth, so hard and fast she could hardly swallow fast enough. Her
cunt clenched and she came again and again while she kept sucking out his
semen.

“Stop, baby, I’m gonna fuck you now.”

Amazingly he was still hard as stone when
he rolled on a condom and rammed his huge organ into her pussy. “Oh, yes!” She
clenched him with her inner muscles. If only this could go on forever. If only…

She wanted the freedom to pleasure him,
consume him, be not only his submissive but his lover. But she hadn’t changed.

As Julie had learned long ago, she was a
pure sexual submissive. She got pleasure from pleasing her lover. It pleased
Jimmy, obviously, to have her bound and helpless. Lifting her hips as much as
she could to meet his thrusts, she tried desperately to maintain the contact,
keep him inside her as long as she could.

And when he came again, he swept her along
with him.

Chapter Four

She was the hottest woman he’d ever had.
And the most breathtakingly gorgeous, especially now with her eyes shining up
at him as though she thought
he
was the lover of her wildest dreams.
Jimmy loosened the restraints and gathered her in his arms.

God, but he loved the way she ran her hands
over him as she snuggled as close as she could get. As though she wanted to crawl
inside him. He could get used to having her in the flesh, so much better than
in his erotic fantasies.

Fuck, he’d never wanted Belinda this much,
never hesitated at the idea of taking her to a club, letting some other Dom see
what was his.

His cock stirred again. It had apparently
forgotten he’d wrung it out just moments ago. He ignored it, concentrating
instead on Julie’s soft, silky skin brushing his belly, his chest. Her hair
tickled his shoulder, made him run a hand through it as he imagined himself
caressing all the erotic spots on her smooth, bare skull.

She’d said he could take her hair before
she had her photo shoot. “Will you be going to New York to have your photos
done?”

When she spoke, her soft words vibrated
against his chest. “No. The photographer will come here. My agent insisted.”

He was insane to have fallen so hard, so
fast that he wanted to keep her here, close by. But he couldn’t help it. If he
had his way, he’d tie her to his bed, away from the millions of lecherous guys
who’d like to fuck her. “I’m glad. May I watch?” He didn’t think he could stand
being somewhere else while his woman made love to a camera lens—and maybe the
guy behind it.

“Unless you’re working. Photo shoots
generally take most of two days. They’re pretty boring, really, taking this
pose and that one while the photographer fiddles with his lights and filters.”

“I’d like to have a shot of us like this.”
He raised his body up on one elbow and smiled down at her. “Would your camera
guy do it?”