His to Punish (The Cleaners Book 2) (10 page)

A buzzing sound reached her ears seconds later, and before she could process what that was, she gasped as something cool slid along her exposed pussy lips.

“Relax, sweet, now comes the pleasure.”

Ty’s dark voice had the desired effect, helped along by the sudden vibrations against her clit. A long, drawn out moan came from her lips, one that Ty caught in the kiss he gave her, as he pushed that toy deep inside her pussy. Jeanette tensed and then shuddered as the egg shaped object settled against her G-spot. The vibrations kicked up, reigniting her earlier denied orgasm, and she found herself kissing Ty back.

He withdrew with a bite to her lower lip, and the vibrations deep inside her kicked up another notch, designed to hurtle her toward an orgasm so intense she found herself to be rather grateful for the cross holding her up.

“That’s my girl, come for me now, and I want to hear you scream.”

Jeanette didn’t need any further encouragement, especially when something hot and wet licked around her clit. The thought of Ty on his knees behind her, send her over that cliff, and she did scream. Long, loud, hard, unable to withstand the dual sensation of the toy inside and Ty’s talented tongue against her clit. Up and down her pussy lips, he licked, and nibbled, ran circles around her clit, before he sucked on it hard, bit down, and started all over again.

How many times Ty brought her release this time, she couldn’t determine, as one ran into the other, with Ty murmuring encouragement into her pussy. When at long last the vibrations inside of her dimmed to a slow ebb, Jeanette went limb in her restraints. Ty chuckled, the tiny puffs of air tickling on her wet flesh, and another mini contraction rocked her body.

“So fucking responsive and beautiful. I wish you could see yourself, titch. In fact…”

Ty licked a path of heat along her pussy, and Jeanette gasped, as he parted her still smarting ass cheeks, and licked right up to her anus.

No one had ever touched her there, and Jeanette ought to be disgusted, ashamed even, but the opposite was true, especially as the egg’s vibrations increased again, as Ty’s tongue breached her hole. The sensation of him entering there was strangely exciting, and groaning, Jeanette pushed out her ass, as much as she could. Ty’s hold on her butt grew painful as he squeezed the smarting globes, while he continued to tongue fuck her ass.

“Please. I … God, don’t stop.”

Jeanette grimaced at the needy, breathless quality of her denial, as Ty withdrew his tongue.

His dark laughter washed over her, and in the next instant, the scent of coconut filled her nostrils, seconds before one slick finger entered where his tongue had been moments before.

“Oh believe me, titch, I have no intention of stopping any time soon.”

He added another finger, stretching her, and Jeanette had never felt so full. With his other hand he traced a heated path of awareness up her spine, until he could wrap it loosely around her neck. Robbed of her vision as she was, all of her other senses were heightened. She could swear she could feel every one of the hairs on his muscled thighs as he stepped closer, and kissed her again.

The sheer possessiveness of this kiss took her breath away, and she whimpered as he seemingly added another finger, stretching her tiny virgin hole to impossible widths. Yet, there was no pain, just a slight burn which morphed into pleasure when he started to thrust those fingers in and out her ass. The dual sensation of the toy in her cunt and his fingers up her behind, was overwhelming, too much, yet not enough, and she suddenly desperately wanted his cock.

As though he read her mind, Ty withdrew his fingers, and letting go of her neck ripped the blindfold of her eyes.

Temporarily blinded, Jeanette blinked furiously to get her vision to clear, and when she could finally focus, she saw Ty reappearing from the bathroom. Heat rose in her cheeks, seeing him dry his hands on a towel, and winking at her he stepped closer. Her throat went dry when he reached for a condom, and rolled it on his impressive length, and then slathered his sheathed cock liberally with yet more coconut oil.

“Tell me, titch, has anyone ever claimed your luscious ass?”

Jeanette couldn’t tear her gaze away from the slow up and downward slide of his fist on his cock, and she shook her head.

“No, Sir.”

Ty’s dark eyes exploded in a burst of golden flecks at her bestowing that title, and his harsh features softened in a breathtaking smile that she wanted to see more of it.

“Good girl. I’m so glad to hear that. I’m looking forward to being your first then.”

He stepped closer still, all lean muscle and sinews, a predator ready to devour her, and Jeanette swallowed hard, when he picked up a remote and flicked a switch. Instantly the toy inside of her went into overdrive, and Jeanette yanked on her restraints, as red hot pleasure surged through her again.

“No, please, I can’t … not again, Sir … please.”

Jeanette knew she was begging, but she couldn’t help it. Everything inside of her screamed for relief. She wanted this torture, pleasure, whatever it was to end, yet she never wanted it to end either.

Ty’s body wrapped itself around her again, his kisses everywhere at once it seemed as his hands roamed her body.

“You can and you will, but not until I’m ballocks deep in your ass, my love. Ask me for my cock.”

Jeanette shook her head, and the sharp immediate pain to her scalp stopped her. Hands fisted in her hair, Ty stood behind her, forcing her to look at them both in the mirror, and try as she might she couldn’t look away from the intense emotions swirling in his dark eyes.

“Ask me, or so help me I’ll leave you hanging. I know you want this, so fucking ask me. You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go, so you might as well just accept it.”

His voice broke on the last few words, and it was the intense hunger in his eyes, coupled with that flash of uncertainty that did her in.

Telling that barely still functioning part of her brain to take a hike, she whispered the words on her heart.

“Please, Sir, I want your cock.”

Chapter Ten

Ty breathed a sigh of relief, hearing those words from her lips, only that breath came out more as a growl. Jeanette’s eyes widened at his response, and he kissed her again. The way she opened to him, went pliant against him, made his chest feel tight with unwanted emotion. He was so fucked and not in a good way. Before he could give those strange emotions a name, he broke the kiss, and smiled at her.

“Good girl.”

Taking his cock by the root, he lined it up with her untouched hole, and kissed her shoulder.

“Relax, breathe out as I push in, and yes … just like that. Fuck.”

Ty forced himself to go slow, as he breached her hole, and pushed in. Just liked he’d hoped, she opened to him like a flower unfurling in the sun. He grimaced inwardly at the fanciful thought which he’d never live down, if the boys found out, and then he stopped thinking altogether.

A deep throated groan came from his girl, and Ty swore as her muscles clenched around him. The added vibrations from the toy still lodged in her cunt rippled along his dick through the thin membrane separating his cock from her channel. With a groan of his own, Ty pulled out and slowly pushed back in again.

“Oh, God, oh God … I can’t … so full … please.”

Wrapping one hand around her neck, the other curled around her hip, he started to thrust.

“Yes, you can. Come for me, sweet, because I won’t last five seconds. You’re so fucking tight.”

Jeanette exploded around his dick, the rhythmic clenches around his cock so strong that his orgasm built in record time. His balls drew tight, and with Jeanette quivering in her release, he allowed himself to set the ruthless rhythm he needed. The cross shook with the force of their coupling, and the world went black as he filled the condom with his release while continuing to thrust in and out of her sweet ass.

When his dick stopped twitching, he rested his head on Jeanette’s shoulder, and the vision slowly returned to his eyes, coupled with the feeling in his arms and legs. Sweat ran down his shoulder blades, and he struggled to draw breath, as he came down from his high. As for his girl… She stared unseeing into space, her eyes having taken on that glassy faraway look which told him she was floating in the happy place only a good scene could place a subbie in.

Pride warred with affection in his chest, and murmuring his praises to her, he slowly withdrew his softening penis from the tight clasp of her body.

Jeanette moaned, her body still quivering in aftershocks, and having tied off the condom and chucked it on the floor for now, he slowly dialed down the vibration of the egg still inside of her, mindful not to jerk her out of her happy place too abruptly.

The little quivers stopped when he shut the toy off, and Jeanette slumped against the cross. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her head lolled.

“That’s my girl. You did so very well. Let’s take you off this thing. There you go, my sweet.”

Ty wasn’t sure if she could even hear him right now, but he kept up his praising of her anyway, all through untying her, and carrying her across to the bed. A whimper escaped her when he fished the toy out her swollen channel, and despite his earlier spectacular release, his cock half hardened again, seeing her sweet cunt so thoroughly used.

Her clit was huge and engorged, and she was so very wet, her pussy hole still quivering in rhythmic clenches which pushed more of her sweet arousal out of her hole.

Giving into the need to taste her again, Ty scooted down the bed, flipped her legs over his shoulder, and lapped up her juices. He would never get enough of her sweet musk, and when she started to lift her hips up and into his face, he looked up to find her watching him.

A small smile played around her full lips, and her eyes had lost some of that glassy look.

“Please, Sir, I can’t. It’s too much.”

Grinning, Ty blew across her pussy, and Jeanette tightened her thighs around his head, as her hips jerked upward.

“Oh, I think you can, baby, and I really want to claim this hole, too.” He pushed his thumb into her channel, and her internal muscles immediately clenched around that digit.

Jeanette groaned and screwing her eyes shut, shook her head.

“Not possible, you can’t be … oh.” Her eyes flew open in seeming surprise when he got to his knees and slid the tip of his now fully erect dick through her slit, until he could bump her clit. An all over body shiver was his reward, and Ty gritted his teeth against the exquisite pleasure of feeling her naked flesh against his sensitive head.

An image of her covered in his cum sprang to his mind, and it became of utmost importance to him to mark her as such.

“I want to fuck you again, but I don’t want there to be anything between us. I’m clean. I get checked out regularly, and I know you’ve got an implant so…”

He kept up his shallow thrusts along her pussy, torturing them both in the process, but seeing his girl go cross eyed, her breasts shaking with the force of her breathing was worth it all.

“How do you know that?” She gasped her question, and Ty smiled.

“Alex and James are whizz kids on the computer. I know everything there is to know about you, titch.”

“Oh.” He marveled at how far she’d come in such a short space of time, because he’d have expected her to argue with him and call him names, but she simply stared up at him.

Bracing himself either side of her head to keep his weight off her, he lowered his head to kiss her, and he inwardly high fived his foresight to have had this conversation when she was all languid from their lovemaking.

The label he had just given their sexual encounter was testament to how much fucking trouble he was in, and deepening the kiss, he put all that unsaid emotion into the kiss he gave her. When she kissed him back after a moment’s hesitation with the same desperate need, he flexed his hips, until the tip of his dick breached her hole.

The feel of her cunt muscles gripping his dick, seemingly intent on pulling him inside her, meant he lost his ability to go slow, and wait for her answer.

He bottomed out inside of her in one hard thrust, and Jeanette arched underneath him. Her mouth opened in a silent O as he started to make love to her. And it was love, at least in his mind. They had a lot of ground to cover, still, but this woman was his, come what may. Her legs slid off his shoulder, as he bent down to enable him to rest his forehead on hers, and their gazes locked.

“Tell me this is okay. Tell me you want this. I need to hear you say the words.”

Jeanette locked her ankles behind his ass, and slid her arms around his shoulders, pushing her breasts into his chest in silent affirmation.

“Yes, please, so good. I’m … God … don’t stop … yes, there…”

The rest of whatever she was going to say dissolved into gasps and moans as Ty changed the angle of his thrusts. Missionary had never been his favorite position, but with Jeanette writhing underneath him, dropping kisses on every part of him that she could reach, it was fast becoming thus.

The feel of her hot, wet cunt contracting around him as he forced himself in as deep as he could go, her sighs and mewls, and the way she met him thrust for thrust … yeah, that was something else.

Giving into his innate need for control he pinned her arms above her head, while he continued to thrust in and out of her in ever increasing speed. Their gazes locked, and he grinned at what he saw in her expression. Right now she was an open book, vulnerable, exposed, her need and pleasure his for the taking. Ty imagined he probably looked the same, and he had to swallow the words bubbling on his tongue, back down again.

It was far too soon to declare his feelings. Besides this woman had the power to destroy him, to destroy them all, and he had to keep that in mind, no matter what his heart was telling him.

Instead he bent his head and taking one of her hard nipples in his mouth he sucked hard.

Jeanette groaned, and she clamped down on his dick in a stranglehold that made him see stars.

“Fuck, do that again, baby.”

He mumbled the words in between switching from one nipple to the other, drinking in the taste of his woman. The harder he sucked the more Jeanette gripped him, and when he felt the ripples of her impending orgasm along his dick, he picked up the speed of his thrusts. Jeanette came around his cock with a gush of liquid to soak them both, and he followed close behind. He climaxed with a shout to rival her scream of completion, and pulling out of her he emptied himself all over her quivering belly, aiming the last spurt at her boobs, before he collapsed on top of her. Ty rolled slightly, mindful to not squash her completely, and pulled her with him until she half lay on him, with her head on his chest.

His limbs felt like lead, and dropping a kiss on her hair, he smiled at her content sigh.

“We should get cleaned up, but I can’t move right now, baby.”

The slight giggle that shook her shoulders made his grin deepen, especially as it was followed by the soft sounds of her snoring. He wasn’t exactly surprised at the fact of her falling asleep. He, too, could do with recharging and pulling the covers over them both with his free hand, he closed his eyes.

****

Jeanette woke up to an annoying buzzing sound, followed by the loss of the nice warm cushion she had been cuddled up to, and the deep rumble of Ty’s voice. Reluctantly she opened her eyes, and it dawned on her that she had fallen asleep on Ty. She ought to be ashamed of her actions, but the slight ache in her butt and the delightful soreness between her thighs left no room for shame. Rather it made her clit tingle anew, and she had to force herself to not give into the instincts to lick the scars on Ty’s back. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he was listening intently to the man on the phone, and a shiver of unease crawled up Jeanette’s spine when she recognized the voice. It was Huntly, and he didn’t sound happy. Neither did Ty, as he replied to him.

“With all due respect, boss, I don’t think she’s ready for that… Yes, I realize that, but you did give her to me to… No, of course not, sir, but… Very well, I’ll make sure she’ll be there.”

Ty clicked his phone off and threw it toward the bottom of the bed with a sigh, before he got up and ran hand through his dark hair. He started to pace, and froze when he noticed she was awake.

“How much of that did you hear?” he asked.

Jeanette swallowed hard and it was on the tip of her tongue to deny having overheard anything, but the expression on his face stopped her, as he ran his gaze over her exposed chest. Heat rose to her cheeks as she glanced down to see the marks of his possession. His cum had dried on them leaving white marks on her dark skin, and the half-moon bite marks had darkened to form bruises.

The old Jeanette would have been horrified at seeing those all too visible reminders, but this new version of her, the very one who wanted nothing more than to jump the man looking down at her, smiled. She clenched her thighs to relieve the immediate ache between her thighs, made ten times more potent by Ty stepping closer and running his fingers over his marks.

“You look fucking hot covered in my cum, baby. I like seeing my marks on you.” He fisted his hand and pulled away with a frown, as though he’d said something he shouldn’t have, and Jeanette belatedly answered him.

“What does Huntly want me to do that you think I’m not ready for, Sir?”

Ty’s eyes flashed in some deep emotion which made her heart beat faster when she added that title. Amazing how easily it rolled off her tongue now. Jeanette tried really hard to resurrect her anger at Ty, at this whole situation, but she couldn’t quite get there. No doubt it would return with a vengeance when she came face to face with Ren, but after the pleasure Sir had wrung from her, she couldn’t be angry with him. He had given her a precious gift, after all. She wasn’t that frigid cow she had been labeled.

Some of her thought processes must have shown on her face because Ty sat back down and cupped her chin.

“You’re thinking mighty hard there, titch. Care to share with me what’s going on in that pretty brain of yours? And yes, that was Huntly. He wants you to dance tonight. It seems your disappearance has been noticed, and he doesn’t need more police sniffing around. It’s bad enough that fucking Wonsan is hanging around, supposedly off duty.”

Jeanette couldn’t help her wince at the mention of that policeman, and of course Ty noticed. She fidgeted under his silent regard and crossing his arms over his chest Ty waited.

“Is there something you need to tell me, girl?”

The generic “girl” stung far more than it ought to, and it was for that reason alone that Jeannette shook her head.

“Nothing at all. I can dance as long as that’s all Huntly expects me to do.”

Ty’s gaze intensified, and a muscle ticked in his jaw, the only movement in his tense frame.

“Meaning?” he asked.

Feeling far too exposed Jeanette tried to pull the covers up to hide her nakedness.

“No.” Ty grasped her wrists and stopped her. “Don’t ever cover up in front of your Dom. I like what I see, and I want an answer. What did you mean, as long as you only have to dance?”

Jeanette worried her bottom lip with her teeth, and immediately stopped when Ty growled his annoyance.