Her Secret Dom (12 page)

Pam let her hands drift south, but Jared caught them between his before she found her mark. After raising them to his lips, he kissed each finger, flicking his tongue out once or twice like a silent promise. She drew in a shuddery breath, amazed at her body’s powerful reaction to his slightest attention.

Without warning, Jared clasped Pam by the hips and spun her so she faced away from him. Confused, she looked down and examined the oversize chair in which she’d been spanked. It was armless, but she knew firsthand it was quite sturdy and comfortable.

Jared pressed against her back, and she could feel the heat of his body radiating through his clothes.

“Climb on the chair and kneel close to the edge,” he instructed. “Then bend over and present yourself to me.”

She felt herself getting wetter at the firm directive. When he growled low and smacked her ass, Pam realized she hadn’t moved. Scrambling onto the plush cushion, she leaned over and spread her legs.

Jared adjusted her position with gentle hands. When he was satisfied with her posture, he secured her fingers over the top edge of the chair’s back. “Hold on tight, little one. I’m going to ride you hard.”

Pam heard him unzip and forced herself to remain still when he placed his erection at the entrance to her core. She shuddered as he traced a lazy finger down her spine, then trailed a path over her right buttock. Curious, she peeked over her shoulder.

“Eyes forward,” Jared barked.

Pam jumped—then stifled a gasp as his palm met its plump target with a sharp crack. “And don’t move.” She obeyed, although the skin of her rump tingled and a frisky recklessness gripped her.

Cupping her hip in a large hand and clasping her thigh with the other, Jared tugged Pam closer. His fingertips explored the tender skin of her ass, and she surmised he was busy admiring his handiwork. When something brushed over her tight hole, though, she couldn’t help but twitch again.

Jared swatted her several times on each buttock, and Pam moaned as her ass heated up. She pressed her forehead into the chair’s cushioned back, but this only served to elevate her hips. She was completely open to him now, and his deep rumble of appreciation informed her this hadn’t escaped his notice.

Pam instinctively braced herself when Jared tightened his hold on her hips.

He entered her in one hot, brutal stroke, filling her to the verge of pain. He stilled, and she could feel the coarse fabric of his pants on the backs of her thighs. Soon her feminine muscles stretched to accommodate him. She closed her eyes as a pleasurable sensation of fullness edged out the pain.

True to his dark promise, Jared fucked her without mercy. Pam’s breasts swayed with the force and pace of his thrusts. She shifted a little and earned another stinging swat. It felt delicious, and fire spread over her skin and licked over her pulsing clit.

She pushed back against him, trying to relieve the ache between her thighs. With a low snarl at her disobedience, Jared pulled Pam into an upright position in the chair. Still firmly seated inside her, he settled his groin flush against her throbbing ass. He then wrapped a powerful arm around her upper torso and shoulders and held her tightly against his chest.

Having rendered her upper body immobile, he cupped her dripping mound with his other hand and whispered in her ear, “Naughty girls need to be restrained. They should also get spanked. Doesn’t matter how. Or where.”

With that, Jared held four fingers over her swollen pussy and gave it a tap. Pam jolted in his arms, whimpering as an electric sizzle fired from her blood-filled clit to her womb. Jared nearly withdrew from her channel, then thrust back in. After filling her with his hot steel a few more times, he stilled his gyrating hips and spanked her cunt again.

Pam wiggled her lower body, trying to gain a measure of autonomy. Jared overpowered her with ease, holding her in place as he pounded his muscled pelvis against her backside. Dominated and completely helpless, Pam could only lean back against his hard body and take it as he alternated fucking and spanking her pussy.

The pressure mounted and her breathing quickened.

“Don’t come without permission,” he ground out, now strumming her clit.

“Sir, please.” Her voice was a broken sob. She was so close.

“Not yet,” he insisted. His fingers quickened. Then he lifted his hand and landed another slap.

Her plaintive wail had no effect on him, and he kept up the fast pace of his rough, searing thrusts and gentle spanks. Pam’s head lolled back on his shoulder, and a sheen of sweat formed on her hairline. She moaned in distress, only seconds away from inevitable climax.

“Come,” Jared ordered and pinched her clit.

Pam convulsed in his arms as she found release. Tiny gasps were the only sounds to escape her as shocking pleasure racked her body.

“That’s right, little one,” Jared murmured in her ear, his hips swiveling with slow, sensual movements. “Come around your Master’s cock.”

When the climax faded, Pam sagged in his arms like a rag doll. “Wow,” she said. “Just. Wow.”

Jared gave a light laugh and with several deft movements, zipped up and settled her on his lap. He reached over, snagged some tissues from a small table, and helped her clean up.

After resting for a few minutes, Pam closed her hand over the bulge between his thighs. He hadn’t come. She looked up at him and, feeling a bit unnerved by his heated stare, licked her dry lips. His gaze dropped to her mouth and she watched his nostrils flare with interest.

Jared stood and she slid out of his arms. As soon as Pam’s feet touched the carpet, he kissed her, his tongue exploring the recesses of her mouth. She responded in kind, her body melting at his gentle touch. When he lifted his head, the predatory look in his eyes caused gooseflesh to form on her arms.

His deep voice broke the silence. “Kneel.” He pointed to a spot and she hurried over.

After Pam settled on the pillows, Jared moved away. He returned, holding the leather belt in a tight grip. A bit wary despite his promise not to use it that night, she waited for his next move. He stepped behind her, then seized both wrists and looped the belt around them. When he finished, she tested the restraint and found it to be secure but not overly tight. With her breasts thrust out and her cunt displayed for his pleasure, a feeling of helplessness—coupled with expectation—gripped her.

Jared towered over her, looking almost savage. “You’re going to suck me off, little one. No hands. I want to feel just that lovely mouth on my cock.” With that, he unzipped and the hard flesh sprang free from its constraint.

He clasped the base of his erection. Pressing it against her lips, he sought entrance.

“Open for me,” he urged.

Pam obediently parted her lips and took a tentative lick of the bulbous tip. The salty tang of precum and her own juices coated her tongue and she took a curious swallow. It tasted good and musky. Swirling her tongue over the head, she moved down and traced its pointed tip over the bulging veins running along the blood-filled shaft. She then took soft licks on the ridged underside, and he shuddered in response.

“Christ, Pam,” Jared murmured.

Unbeknownst to him, she’d read up on the art of fellatio. And by applying this knowledge as well as trusting her instincts, she was going to make it memorable. With a soft mouth, she sucked the glans like a huge lollipop. A low groan from above encouraged further exploration, and she worked her way down the shaft, taking more into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat. Gagging, she pulled back a bit.

Jared fisted her hair in both hands and turned her face upward. His eyes appeared molten in the diminishing light. “Open wider and breathe through your nose.”

She followed his direction and was able to draw in a deep breath.

“Good girl. Now I’m going to tilt your head at the correct angle. Relax your throat muscles. Eyes on me.”

She did as instructed, and he inched in a little. She pulled away and, at his questioning look, lunged forward and took most of his hard length in.

His sharp intake of breath was all she needed. Emboldened, she moved up and down, loving the feel of stiff, aroused man between her lips. With his assistance, she was soon deep throating at almost every pass. It was hard work but well worth the effort when his eyes rolled back in his head in pure bliss. He tugged on her hair. She responded by taking him deeper, capturing his swollen glans in her throat and squeezing with all her might.

Jared choked out a growl and tightened his hold on her curls. The slight pain morphed into pleasure as she gloried in his dominance over her. A surge of feminine power together with an intense need to please him filled her senses. She ran a flattened tongue along the underside of his shaft and was rewarded with another deep moan. He then took control, holding her head steady while thrusting into her mouth, his gaze never leaving her face as he powered between her soft lips.

Pam opened wider and groaned around him, wanting the vibrations to increase his pleasure. He became impossibly hard, and his thrusts sped up. When he tried pulling away, she whimpered in protest and struggled against the restraints. He must have understood the silent plea in her eyes and so continued pistoning in and out with complete abandon, his face filled with ecstasy as he fucked her mouth. Then, with a snarl of savage triumph, he threw his head back and spilled his seed in her warm depths.

As the pulsing slowed, she continued sucking gently, swallowing every drop of his cum. Jared’s hands combed through her hair as she tenderly ministered to him. When his softening penis slid out of her mouth, she leaned over and gave it a light, appreciative kiss.

With an easy laugh, Jared tucked himself in and zipped up. He released her wrists and after checking them, lifted her from the floor.

Placing her head on his chest, he held her close. “You were amazing, sweetheart,” he murmured against her hair.

Pam bit back a feisty remark, realizing one of her infamous wisecracks might be perceived as indecorous at that given moment. A brief internal struggle ensued. Well, maybe she’d issue a tiny one. “Not bad for a beginner, hmm?” she responded, feeling a trifle smug.

“You’re a natural, kid,” he quipped, kissing the top of her head. He pulled back a bit, his tone turning serious.
“Now, Pam, listen. Let there be no more recriminations regarding Shuttleworth or talk of my neglect. You have apologized; I have apologized. Let’s forget the whole thing and move on. Sound good?”

At this, Pam beamed. “Absolutely! I’ve forgotten already. What’s for dinner?”

Dinner was baked chicken with roasted vegetables, a simple dish Jared managed to elevate to haute cuisine. Pam tucked into the meal with the enthusiasm of a piglet at its first feeding. Although ready to explode by the meal’s end, she inhaled the strawberries and cream that made up dessert.

Jared showed great generosity of spirit that evening—even allowing her to wear the see-through nightie. He also let her choose the movie, and she spent the first hour of the chick flick marveling at Jared’s silent fortitude with the elaborate plot.

The tearjerker proved to be too gooey even for her tastes, so they spent much of the second half of the movie tossing popcorn into each other’s mouths from opposite ends of the sofa. As soon as the last kernel was gone, Jared dragged her onto his lap and they necked through the closing credits.

When they finally came up for air, he patted her rump. “You’re just like a big kid, Pam.”

Pam huffed. “Like you’re any better. Although closing in on thirty, you still act like a little boy. You’re so competitive, you were actually jealous of my popcorn-catching skills. You purposely overthrew the popcorn because I was winning and you just couldn’t stand it. You big baby. I bet you were quite the handful when you were little.”

Jared gave her a thoughtful look, as if considering her worthiness for something. She must’ve passed muster, because he suddenly asked, “Want to see some pictures of me when I was a kid?” At Pam’s start of surprise, he offered her an embarrassed smile. “Yes…believe it or not, Mother compiled a small photo album for each of her children. She made me pack mine when I left for New York.”

A wave of pleasure washed over her at the offer. “That is so sweet.” Jared rarely talked of his past. More often than not, she had to drag information out of him.

He planted a loud peck on the crown of her head and rose with her still cradled in his arms. Then he tossed Pam onto the sofa cushions like baggage, acknowledging her outraged scowl with a teasing grin.

“Cave dweller,” she accused.

“Yep,” he agreed, scratching his chest with a contented air. He gave a mighty stretch before continuing. “About that album. I’ll have you know…not one digital image made it into her precious collection. Only the real ones. Mother’s kinda old-school that way. So you’re interested in looking at it?”

Pam nodded. “Yes, Jared. I can’t wait to see it.”

After he disappeared into his office, Pam mulled over on possible reasons for the unexpected turnabout. Was Jared actually opening up about his personal life—just a little? Was this his way of bonding with her? Probably. It wasn’t exactly a sit-down, heart-to-heart talk, but it was a start.

“Baby steps,” she whispered to herself.

She had to stifle a laugh when Jared materialized with a light-blue decoupage horror, edged in frilly white lace.

He wasn’t fooled by her composed features. “Not a word,” he warned.

Pam tsked. “It’s absolutely
precious
, Jared,” she deadpanned. She held out both arms. “Gimme.”

Although its cover was fugly and overwrought, the album’s contents were well chosen and beautifully mounted. She flipped through it quickly, eager for glimpses of Jared’s life. There were numerous images of family and friends throughout, but there was no mistaking the collection’s primary focus was the man sitting beside her.