Fatal Affair: 1 (Courthouse Connections) (5 page)

“Oh yeah.” He backed up a foot or so, his
interest evident in the thick bulge inside his sweatpants as she pulled the
black tunic sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor. “Don’t stop
there, sweetheart. Get rid of the bra. It’s pretty but I want to see your
gorgeous breasts.”

When she unfastened the front clasp and
dropped her bra on top of the sweater, he reached into his shirt pocket and
removed a tiny box. “Did you have your nipples pierced when you were working at
the club?”

“Y-yes, but how did you know?”

“I’ve got a damn talented tongue. I felt
the holes when I was tasting you on the beach. I couldn’t get them out of my
mind so I went and bought these. I want you wearing my rings even if no one
else can see them.”

She looked at the delicately engraved gold
rings when he opened the box, then glanced down at her breasts. “It hurt so much
when I got them pierced, I decided once I quit wearing nipple jewelry all the
time that I’d keep wearing it to sleep so the holes wouldn’t close. Those are
beautiful. Would you?”

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” He bent and
threaded first one and then the other clasp through holes accustomed to the
thicker barbells she’d been wearing at night. “These belong to me now. The
rings should be small enough that you can keep them on out in the vanilla world
and nobody but us will know about them.” He lowered his head and drew a nipple
into his mouth, gently playing with the other ring until her nipple puckered
and elongated for him.

He sucked one last time before releasing
her nipples and standing back again to examine his handiwork. The look in his
eyes was so hot her flesh felt nearly scalded. “Finish getting naked now,” he
said as he kicked off his deck shoes.

No man had ever scrutinized her so closely,
even when she’d worked at Pussycat Paradise. Her cheeks burning as though she
were a sheltered virgin, she toed off her ballet flats and slithered out of her
patterned leggings, leaving herself stark naked except for a black T-back
thong.

“Oh God, yeah. I dreamed you’d look like
this. Take it off, though, unless you want me to tear it off.” He caught the
scrap of damp lace and brought it to his lips when she tossed it his way. “Now
lie down in the middle of the bed.”

Excitement had her breathing hard. “Do you
want me on my back?”

“Sweetheart, I want you every fucking way
there is to have you. For now, stay on your back but scoot up and prop yourself
up against the pillows for me.” He moved over to the nightstand beside the bed
and brought out a pair of handcuffs that he fastened to the post nearest her
left hand. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded, reluctant to come right out and
give him permission to do whatever he chose but not wanting to fight him. He
had her wet and swollen—so aroused already that she’d let him do
anything…almost. “I trust you, JD.”

Putting her cell phone in her hand, he
said, “Then turn it off.”

When she obeyed him, he looped a necktie
through the handcuff and tied the other end of the silk to her wrist. Then he
moved around the bed and did the same with her right wrist before using the
other two ties to bind her ankles loosely to the posts at the foot of the bed.

Vulnerable. Though she could easily pull
away from her gentle restraints they gave her a feeling of helplessness.
He
can do anything he wants and I can’t stop him. I don’t want to stop him.
Something about the way he looked at her made her eager to submit, to serve him
as a Master, though she didn’t quite know yet what that might entail.

She’d never before felt so aroused, and he
hadn’t even touched her pussy but it was dripping wet.

He stood, purposefully stripping off his
sweats and kneeling between her legs as he looked up and met her gaze. “I’m
going to give you the most pleasure you’ve ever had. We’re alone here—nobody’s
going to walk in. My phone is on silent. If there’s anything I do that you
don’t like, your safe word is ‘entailed.’ Use it and I’ll stop immediately.”

“All right.”

He was desperate to feel her mouth on his
dick but that could wait. Sliding down the bed, he traced a path down her
belly, past the neat patch of pubic hair above her clit. “I like my pussies
shaved,” he observed, ruffling the small triangle of dark, curly fuzz by
blowing on it.

“Is what you’re doing now allowed?”

He laughed. “It is if you like it. Do you?”

“Yes—it feels incredible but…”

He’d bet this was the first time she’d had
a lover go down on her. He’d make sure she liked it, because he liked few
things better than eating pussy.

She smelled of sweet soap and hot woman. He
reached out with his tongue and played with her clit, stroking her upper thighs
as he used his thumbs to nudge her outer lips apart. God, but she was already
wet and swollen, he learned when he inserted first one and then another finger
up her tight little cunt. When she squirmed as though she wanted more, he took
her clit between his teeth and flailed it with his tongue.

His dick felt as if it would explode if he
didn’t get inside her, but he wanted her to come first, so he finger-fucked
her, sliding one hand up to play with her breasts, tugging lightly at the
nipple rings he’d just inserted to stake his claim.

“Oh please, don’t stop.” She was coming
already and only from this little bit of foreplay. She strained against her
silken bonds as though she couldn’t get enough of him. “Fuck me now, please.”

Releasing her still-squirting cunt, he
repositioned himself over her belly and brushed the tip of his erection against
her mouth. “Not yet, my impatient little love. I want you to suck my cock. Open
wide.”

First, as though she’d never given head
before, she licked the lubrication off his slit and then took his cockhead into
her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Her teeth grazed his flesh a little
but it felt incredibly arousing. Innocently hesitant, she sucked him, taking in
a little more of his shaft with each draw of her lips.

“Relax and swallow me. Take my cock down
your throat. You can do it. Make me come like I just did for you.” He felt her
strain at her bonds as though she wanted to touch him too. Maybe he’d let her
loose, enjoy having her roll his testicles in their sac while she gave him
head. But not now when she was doing her best to follow his order and
deep-throat him. “Yeah. Like that. Baby, you suck cock as though you’ve been
doing it all your life. Oh God. I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t
stop.”

She didn’t. He felt his climax coming on
too quickly. The taste of her on his lips fueled his arousal. His balls drew up
tight. She kept sucking harder, faster. He exploded over and over, long, hot
streams, more than she could swallow, though she certainly tried. When he
withdrew and directed the last bursts of his climax over her breasts, she came
again.

“Baby, but you’re hot. So fucking hot, I
can’t get enough of you.” He moved up to claim her mouth, getting hard again
when he tasted himself and her, mingled on their lips and tongues.

Lanie had never felt this way before. So
connected—so owned by a lover. She lay, still bound, her gaze locked with his
as he massaged the last of his semen into her sensitive breasts. She didn’t
remember having liked the smells and tastes of sex years ago, but JD was a
master, not only of his own magnificent body but of hers. He straddled her and
she couldn’t help the way her mouth slackened at the sight of his fast-growing
erection.

He was gorgeous all over, not only his face
but also his well-honed body, all taut flesh and six-pack abs going downward to
heavy, muscular thighs that framed his sex. Funny, she’d never thought of male
sex organs as beautiful, but his was—a long, thick penis with a smooth,
rose-tinted tip and a deeply veined shaft that looked almost purple. Beneath
that hung his heavy scrotum, slightly wrinkled and hanging low but drawing up
tight against his cock as his erection grew.

The only hair on his torso was a light
sprinkling on his chest that arrowed down to a well-trimmed bush above his
penis. She felt her tongue snake out of her mouth, as though she could get
close enough to learn whether he felt as smooth as he looked.

“My wife didn’t like the feel of my hairy
body, so I had laser treatments to get rid of most of it. I hope the lack of a
natural fur coat doesn’t bother you.” He shot her a sheepish look that didn’t
quite match with his obviously dominant personality.

“It doesn’t. A fur coat would just hide
your great body. I wish I could touch you, feel if you’re as silky as you
look.” She watched him adjust her legs wider apart and roll a condom onto his
erection.

“You can look later to your heart’s
content. Right now I’m going to fuck you long and slow, the way I couldn’t
manage until you took the edge off.”

She was so wet that he entered her this
time without the penetration hurting, seating himself to the hilt and fucking
her slow and deep. “How long do you want me to fuck you?”

“Until I beg you to come inside me,” she
told him, certain that was what he wanted to hear.

JD wondered how long it would take before
Lanie realized she had him by the balls. She could make him come in dozens of
ways, even the way she was doing now, by squeezing his cock tightly in the
moist heat of her cunt. Hell, she could probably make him come by talking
dirty, although he doubted that smut talk was in her repertoire. Even if she
didn’t actively try to make him come, the feeling of her cunt around his cock
and the sight of his rings bouncing with every jiggle of her breasts would push
him over the edge.

His best hope for surviving her sensual
assault was to push her to climax first, so he leaned forward and sucked her
tits, one at the time, never missing a beat of sinking in and nearly pulling
out of her delicious pussy. He tried to ignore the wet, sucking sounds of his
cock moving in her cunt, concentrating instead on playing with her tits and his
nipple rings.

It was hard, with her submitting to him so
sweetly, moaning words of encouragement, of amazement at sensations he imagined
were mostly new to her.

“Oh God, I’m going to come again. Why does
it feel so fucking good when you’ve got me pinned against the mattress with
your incredibly smooth, sexy body and you’re playing with my boobs? Why did I
wait twenty-eight years for you to teach me how much fun good sex can be?”

“Come for me, baby. You’ve got no idea how
hot it makes me to hear that fucking me makes you happy.” He’d come less than
half an hour ago but pressure was building fast in his balls. He couldn’t hold
off much longer, no matter what he’d told her like a bragging moron.

She let out a little yelp. “Do it again.
When you bury your cock inside me all the way, it makes me tingle.”

No surprise there. With every stroke, he
deliberately rubbed his pubic bone against her swollen clit. He stretched up
and sucked on her throat as he fucked her. He’d make her come now before he
couldn’t wait any longer.

As his own climax built he realized that
he’d underestimated how arousing having Lanie tied up and begging him to fuck
her would be.
Please God, help me push her over the edge.

“Yes. That feels so…it’s too much for
words.” Lanie broke away from her silken bonds and clutched his shoulders. Her
nails dug into his skin but he didn’t care. He felt her squirt around his cock
and let go, gathering her as close as he could while he kept pounding until the
last of their mutual spasms ceased.

He’d found his perfect submissive. Next
time, he thought as he drifted off to sleep, he’d introduce her to some simple
toys so her first trip to the club wouldn’t come as a shock.

* * * * *

On Monday Lanie drove back to Plant City
after finishing her office appointments, hoping to touch base with Wayne. She
had to let him know she’d filed today for dissolution of marriage in spite of
Bert’s veiled threats.

The only person who could hurt me if
Bert spreads his vile stories is JD—and JD says he doesn’t care.
She had a hard time believing the campaign manager would kill the
goose who laid his golden eggs—that would be Wayne—and anything detrimental
that Bert said about her would cause serious, maybe irreparable damage to
Wayne’s political career.

Despite what Wayne might think, Lanie
didn’t imagine his lover would be exactly thrilled to take their relationship
public. After all, according to what Wayne had mentioned in his rare references
to the man, his master was a prominent Tampa businessman.

In any case, Bert wouldn’t have gone quite
so ballistic at the idea of Wayne divorcing her if he hadn’t broached the
subject of coming out in practically the same breath. Maybe if she talked to
Wayne, he could calm Bert down…

Pleasantly sore and feeling sensitive in
all her most intimate spots, Lanie parked the car in the garage next to
Wayne’s, got out and went into the house, but he wasn’t inside. That wasn’t a
surprise, as he went somewhere with his nameless lover several nights of every
week, or met the man here in the guesthouse whenever no political events had
been scheduled.

As she often did when she needed to discuss
something with Wayne, she wrote him a note and left it pinned on the
refrigerator door with a smiley face magnet that seemed out of place in light
of the direction their arrangement was taking. From her bedroom window she saw
that the guesthouse lights were blazing brightly.

Of course. Wayne was here after all,
spending some time in his built-in dungeon with Mr. Anonymous—his master in
BDSM lingo.

Maybe I’ll go drag him out of there and
talk to him now, before I lose my nerve
, she
thought. Instead of charging downstairs, though, she moved closer to her window,
hoping to verify that Wayne was there. It was possible he was there alone, or…

When she glanced out the window she saw
them, but there was no way she was going over to confront them now. She didn’t
know and didn’t want to know exactly who it was Wayne was playing with, which
was good because the man had on a full-face hood with holes only for his eyes.

About to turn away, she paused, her gaze
held by some macabre fascination about why this Dom meant so much to Wayne that
he risked his career by playing with him here, where someone might see. Where
she or Bert or any reporters who might stake out the place for a scoop could
get an eyeful.

Until last weekend she’d known nothing at
all about BDSM…not that she knew anything now, except the bits and pieces JD
had exposed her to. Nothing like what she was seeing now.

Carefully, almost as though he were taking
special pleasure in knowing she was watching, the Dom positioned a rough wooden
stand in front of Wayne. Then he clamped a metal collar around Wayne’s neck and
used the attached chain to drag him into position on all fours, his naked ass
in the air.

Once the Dom fastened the other end of the
chain to the top of the stand, Wayne had no choice but to look up at her window
while the Dom kicked at his legs until they were spread wide apart. He then
picked up a vicious-looking cane and striped Wayne’s thighs and ass until she
could see the welts from where she was.

Lanie thought it peculiar that while tears
poured down Wayne’s cheeks, he seemed highly aroused.

I shouldn’t be watching this.

She turned away but something compelled her
to look back at the scene. Though the Dom had treated Wayne with what seemed to
her like careless cruelty, Wayne looked content. When the Dom roughly caressed
Wayne’s flaccid cock before donning a condom and fucking his ass, she could
imagine Wayne having an orgasm from the rapturous look on his face. It was as
though he had received a special gift when the Dom moved in front of him and
allowed Wayne to lick the semen off his cock after he discarded the condom.

Later, in her bed alone, Lanie thought
about her experience with JD and wondered if someday she might ask him for a
measure of punishment if her conscience were to bother her. Knowing the
underhanded political deals Wayne arranged at Bert’s insistence, she imagined
he might often ask his master to punish him, even brutally.

She was glad that no matter how many
problems might arise, she and Wayne had agreed, in principle at least, that
their farce of a marriage was over.