All Mine (3 page)

Your body heaved under me
as though you’d just sprinted up a few flights of stairs. I drew
back and slapped you just hard enough to sting. You'd thrown out
your challenge, and I was playing for keeps.

"Fuck you for hitting me!"
Your voice was both angry and shocked.

"Fuck you for biting me.
Enjoy it, little bitch. You won’t get another chance."

The slap hadn't been hard
enough to hurt anything but your pride, but I saw the mute promise
of revenge in your eyes. I made a mental note to watch my
balls.

It was hard to peel myself away from
the invitation of your body, but there was something on your vanity
table that I wanted. It wasn’t in my original plan, but the plan
seemed to be slipping a little. Time to improvise.

"Nice brush, Jenna," I
said as I brought it back to the bed. "Expensive. Maybe even
handmade." I slapped the heavy rosewood back against my palm with
an impressive thwack. "

"Gives a good sting, even
wearing the glove. Probably would give an even better one on your
bare ass."

Taunting you at close
range was a mistake. Both of your feet came up, pistoning out to
kick me. Sheer reflex made me dodge, but that was too close for
comfort.

There would be punishment.
For the moment it was too mesmerizing to see your spread legs and
the dark pink, half-hidden valley that my hands had already
mapped.

"Nice hole," I remarked.
"Looks perfect for what I have in mind."

Your face reddened again, and you
squeezed your thighs together to hide the view. The gentle ripple
of those well-muscled legs was sexier to me than if you’d spread
wide and shown me everything you had to offer.

Almost everything

Keeping an eye on those
lethal heels, I put my hands on your knees as you tried to push
your thighs back together. Good muscle tone was sexy as
hell.

"Stop that. We know each
other pretty well by now. Open your legs, Jenna, and let me see
that pretty little hole again."

Your thighs tensed for the
briefest instant under my hands. I caught your legs in mid-air as
you tried the same trick of kicking me. With one quick motion I
flipped you onto your stomach. Although the sash twisted and
kinked, it kept your arms tied to the head of the bed.

You started to scramble up
on your knees. When your ass rose from the bed, I gave you a swat
with the hairbrush. As with the slap, it was hard enough to sting,
but not hard enough to put marks on that sweet, creamy
skin.

"Every time you jerk like
that, I get to see more of you." I laughed. "C’mon, Jenna, I want
my money’s worth for my trouble. Show it to me again."

My words maddened you, and
you struggled to get free. Good sense must have told you to be
still, but my words goaded just enough to make you ignore
reason.

"You’re an asshole!" you
spluttered for the second time in five minutes. Your reward was
another swat with the brush. Your shapely ass now sported twin
patches of delicate pink, adding to its charm.

"Maybe I am, but I
can
see
yours," I
teased, giving you a series of light swats. They might not be hard,
but I knew from the heaviness of the brush that it was stinging
enough not to be ignored.

"Stop hitting me like
that!"

"Oh, you want it harder?
No problem. I like the rough stuff, too."

With a little more force I
caught you under the curve of that delicious ass, right in the
delicate crease where your buttocks met the backs of your thighs.
You’d remember me tomorrow morning.

"Stop…hitting…me!"

"Okay. Whatever you say,"
I agreed.

My too-polite tone made
you look over your shoulder. What a picture you made. Dark cloud of
hair, blazing eyes, freshly spanked ass.

I could do this all night.
Reluctantly I glanced at the bedside clock. The night was getting
away from me.

"No more for now," I said.
"One more false move with the heels, and what I just did is going
to look like a walk in the park."

I dropped the brush to the
floor and climbed up on the bed behind you. You didn’t quite
realized yet how aroused you were, but that liberal smear of creamy
heat on my fingers told me plenty.

My hands cupped your ass,
squeezing your cheeks as I had your breasts.

"Open up, Jenna," I said
huskily, kneading the smoothness and ignoring the demands of my
body.

You tried to turn over,
but I held you down without much effort. This position diminished
the weapon of those long, strong legs, which was the reason I’d
flipped you.

Now another reason was
staring at me invitingly. I risked taking one hand from your ass,
slipping it down into the darkness between your legs.

"My husband will kill you
for this," you said, lying very still under my hands.

No way I was thinking that
the fight had gone out of you. What was going on in that devious
mind? My balls agreed that it was a good idea to be
careful.

"He might want to," I
agreed. "I can't say that I’d blame him. I don’t want to share
you."

A satiny wetness coated my hand from
my explorations. I brought it to my nose and sniffed with
appreciation. Essence of Jenna, underscored with
leather.

"Are you going to tell
him?" I went on. "If you do, be sure to mention that your
‘attacker’ needed a bath towel to sop up all your
juice."

Silence.

"How long have you been
married, Jenna?" I asked. When you didn’t answer, I smacked your
ass. "How long?"

Your answer was reluctant.
"Three years."

"That's plenty of time to
get bored. Do you love him?"

Your gleaming eyes met
mine, and my body begged me to please remember why we were
here.

"That’s none of your
fucking business," you said coldly.

"Then another question.
Does he love you? Where is he tonight? If I had a wife like you,
I’d make it a point to be around. Bad things can happen to
neglected wives."

My hand couldn’t stay away
from your deep, sleek warmth. I gripped your ass harder, pulling
the tight cheeks apart like ripe fruit. Leaning in closer, I traced
my tongue down the innermost edge of your slit, your juice stinging
my wounded tongue.

Your thighs quivered, and I heard the
change in your breathing. I’d planned to tease you, really make you
beg for it, but your taste was even better than your smell. Musky
and bittersweet, the stuff of dreams.

"Look at that, just
begging for me," I made myself say. My excitement was starting to
get the better of me. It was going to be hard to stick to my
plan.

I spread your lips wide,
lapping up your juices. The tiny pearls of wetness had beaded
inside of you, droplets that soon trickled into a molten river to
glaze my face. I groaned and burrowed deeper into you.

Like slow, warm butter,
you melted under my tongue. You whimpered as I worked my tongue up
higher, gently tugging you between my teeth as your tight little
bud swelled under my lips.

My tongue slipped down to
lap at your wet, tight opening. Looking up, my eyes locked onto
yours as I licked. Your face was still flushed, but there was no
mistaking the heat in your eyes.

Your eyes closed as your
smooth, silky muscles squeezed my tongue, your hips beginning to
move in rhythm to my licks. My fingertip found the hard little nub
I’d just licked, teasing it as I tongued you.

"Still want me to stop?" I
asked. My question was muffled against your flesh, between deep,
long licks against your wetness.

Even though your eyes
stayed closed, your hips never stopped swaying under my hands and
tongue. Pulling your ass cheeks apart, my tongue raked up in the
deep, musky valley between them, skating over that puckered,
forbidden little hole.

Your eyes flew open. The
utter shock on your face made me laugh.

"What’s the matter? You
act like that’s the first time anyone did that." I waggled my
tongue at you before taking another long, slow lick over the tight
little ring.

"Don’t tell me your hubby
hasn’t done that in three years?"

Another slow, deep probe
of my tongue brought a different kind of bittersweet taste into my
mouth, but no less exciting. I smacked you on the ass
again.

"I asked you a question,
Jenna. Did your husband ever do that before?"

Tension returned to your
body full-throttle. Your voice was strained.

"Why does it matter? Do
what you’re going to do and get out, but stop playing this
game."

"Hmm. A game." I nibbled
on your swollen lips. "I like games, but I’m not playing one now.
Think he sleeps around?"

"Alex has never--" you
began, but a deep scoop of my tongue into you stopped the words on
a moan.

The question hung in the
air as I took another long, slow lick of you. I swirled around and
around your tight opening. With an effort you tried to stay quiet
but didn't quite succeed.

"So he’s a good boy, huh?
What about Jenna? Is she a good girl? Or does she sleep around?
Maybe hubby hasn’t licked back here, but someone else
has?"

Our eyes locked together
as a strange expression wavered in those pretty green eyes. You
were the first to look away.

"No," was all you said. It
felt like the truth, but there was guilt in your face. Guilt and an
angry sadness.

My finger pressed into
your wetness as my tongue found the tight little ring of your ass
again. A second finger joined the first, stretching you with gentle
pressure until you whimpered.

"But maybe you wished
someone had? Hubby is on the missing list these days. Is that why
you and the vodka have such a good relationship?"

A wistful note crept into
your voice.

"Alex is…busy. One
day--"

"Yeah. One day," I
sneered. "Like when you’re both too old to do anything except sit
in rocking chairs and talk about what you wish you’d
done?"

Again I licked you until you
groaned.

"Know what I think? I
think you were just about ready to go fucking around. Well, here I
am. Your lucky night. I’ll send hubby a bill for my services.
Probably cheaper than a marriage counselor."

"Shut up!" you said in a
strangled tone. "Who are you to pass judgment? You just creep
around in my garbage. You
are
garbage. You don’t know shit about
me."

"I know one thing," I
said, giving your wetness a light smack. "You don’t want me to
stop. I can taste it. I can smell it. But I want to hear you say it
in your own sweet voice. Beg me to let you cum, Jenna."

Stubbornly, you closed
your eyes and said nothing. I corkscrewed my fingers into you
again, feeling to see if a mythical G-spot was awake and on
duty.

Sure enough, a small,
tight nub rose up against my fingers. My thumb swirled around your
outer lips, and your muscles spasmed around my fingers like a
vise.

I leaned into your ass and
drove my tongue into the tight ring of your ass, plunging in and
out, dizzy from the clean animal scent of you that filled my nose
and mouth. The throbbing dance of your body spoke
volumes.

"Tell me when you’re close
so I can make it good for you, Jenna."

"I’m close. So close," you
moaned. Several smooth, thick drops from between your legs had
already dampened the quilt, making a rich, dark spot of deepest
rose.

I lapped at you, licking
and nuzzling. "How close?"

I felt your muscles
starting to tighten, beginning an unmistakable throb. "Just a few
more seconds…"

"Well then, that’s enough
of that." I pulled my fingers out of you, licking them and smiling
at you. You looked bewildered, then furious as I stood up to
stretch.

"Do you think I waited all
this time to be with you, just to do all the work? When you won’t
even ask me nicely? What a selfish little slut you are."

I leaned over and took
your face in my hands, prying my tongue between your closed lips to
make sure you got a good taste of yourself. I thought you might
fight or turn away in disgust. Instead you lay still, absorbing
your forbidden taste with a look of wonder and surprise.

A sudden spurt of rage
went through me. What kind of a man would leave that sexy,
beautiful part of you unexplored for so long?

I began to undress with
slow care. The cape went into the floor. The black gloves followed,
then the black shirt. As I started on the belt of my black jeans,
you spoke in sweet tones.

"I know you aren’t going
to stop, but not like this. Please untie me. I won’t do anything. I
just want you to…to finish and go. But not like this.
Please."

That made me laugh. "I
hope you don’t have any plans for the stage, Jenna. That’s the
worst acting I ever heard. You think I’m going to let you have at
me with those fingernails? I have enough to worry about with your
legs being untied."