Stories for When the Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology) (13 page)

“No, Cassie, please, a little more.” He
held me firm over my hips, and just when I was about to object his cock was at
my pussy.

“Oh, yes,” I murmured as he slid in. The
feeling was sublime. It was like all my senses were heightened. The heat and
sting from the slaps had sent blood raging to my pelvis.

“Good girl,” he said, pulling out and
easing back in. “That’s it. You’re desperate for it really.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. Bright lights
flashed before me. If he could just keep going like that. Hitting my G-spot perfectly.

But he stopped. Withdrew. Cupped my
opposite arse cheek and I didn’t need to be a genius to know what was coming
next.

Whack.

“Ah,” I called again. I couldn’t help it.
It hurt like a bugger. Jake was putting some real male muscle into the strikes.
They weren’t girly slaps, they were intended to inflict pain, smart, and mark
my skin.

Another strike. This one made me dizzy,
the pain layering up now. My arse felt on fire, as though flames were licking
over it.

“Fuck, you look beautiful,” Jake said, slipping
his cock into my pussy again. “Your bum is all red and glowing. I can make out
some individual finger marks.”

“Oh, God, Jake, I…”

He sank deep, condensing all the searing
sensations in my buttocks and buffeting them into my pussy.

I groaned, loud, abandoned. I didn’t care
how wanton I sounded, how base and carnal. Having Jake sink into my pussy while
my arse cheeks were burning was overwhelming.

“Does it feel good?” he asked. “Cassie,
tell me.” He withdrew, teased me with the tip of his cock.

“Yes, fuck, yes, please, Jake, more.” I
was asking for more of his cock, but he misunderstood me and brought down
another hard slap onto my right buttock, then immediately afterwards, before
I’d recovered from the shock of the first, he dropped one on my left.

I reached round and grabbed my arse as if
shielding it. “Ah, ah, ah,” I panted.

“Shit, is it too much?” he asked, fear in
his voice.

“It hurts,” I managed. “But, but when you
fuck me too it’s intense, really intense.” My words were stumbling. I felt a
little high, like I was floating.

“You want me to stop?”

As soon as he said it I knew my answer.
The pain was switching to pleasure, the heat and endorphins giving me a new
heady, edgy experience.  “No, no it’s okay, but please, fuck me too. Not
just the slaps.”

He hesitated, pressed his hand firmly on
my lower back. “Okay, but you have to keep still and be a good girl, Cassie.
Stop wriggling.” His voice deepened. “Or you will just get the spanks and
nothing else.”

Oh fuck. Jake was really getting into
role. I bloody loved it.

His cock was back at my pussy, riding in.
He sank to the hilt, pulled out then rained two blows down, one on each
buttock.

I let my head hang low. Willed myself not
to jerk away from the pain and instead let it bloom over my skin. Goose bumps
had risen all over my flesh; sweat popped on my forehead and cleavage.

He fucked me again, slowly, languidly,
several deep strokes, and when he stopped and withdrew I knew what was coming.

“Oh fuck, it’s amazing seeing you like
this,” Jake said. “I fucking love you giving your body to me.”

I couldn’t answer. I was in a strange
dimension where only the sweet, fiery pain on my arse cheeks and my G-spot’s
build to climax existed. No other part of my body seemed to remain. I couldn’t
feel my hands on the duvet or my bent knees. It was just my buttocks and my
pussy and all the wild and wonderful things Jake was doing to me.

“Fuck I want to come,” he said. “I want to
come so badly, in you, on you. Fucking hell, Cassie, you’re making me insane.”

Two more slaps to each buttock and Jake
sank deep. He gripped my bum, hard, one cheek in each hand, and squeezed.

I cried out in pleasure and pain, the
added insult onto such tender flesh a blast of agony that went straight to my
pussy.

Jake was fucking me wildly now, steaming
in and out like a man possessed.

“Fuck it, yes, yes, yes,” he shouted,
slamming his balls up against my pussy and his thighs into the backs of mine
with each frantic thrust of his hips.

I braced onto the bed, stretched my arms
to the headboard and locked my elbows. The pressure was about to overflow, my
climax so near to eruption. But I let it hover before I claimed it. Allowed the
deliciousness of it to consume me, rule my world. Knowing it was there, an
almighty, soul-ravaging orgasm was the sweetest anticipation I’d ever
experienced.

“Baby, I’m coming, come with me, please,”
Jake shouted, releasing my bum and gripping my hips. Pulling me onto his cock
with all of his strength.

I was forced to release the slats on the
headboard and because I was so floppy, let him hold me like a rag doll, exactly
where he wanted me, as he spilled his load high up inside me.

I split apart, tail-spun in a hundred
different glorious directions as my orgasm wrecked havoc through my pelvis. My
face was buried in the duvet, my body at Jake’s mercy.

I was in a new, wonderful place within
myself. Jake had taken me there and I hoped he would bring me to Earth again.

Eventually he slowed, withdrew and dropped
down next to me. He pulled my back into his chest and cradled me, spooning his
legs around my hot buttocks.

With my eyes still closed, I nestled into
him.

In that moment I knew full well I would
ask Jake to spank me again, soon.

It was fucking divine.

Several months ago my husband Jake and I
rekindled the passion in the bedroom with the help of a small book full of
sexual favour vouchers. Something I’d picked up ages ago and had never got
around to using.

What the vouchers and the promises that
went with them revealed had been very insightful. It seemed Jake had been
suppressing a deliciously dominant side of himself. Not in our relationship in
general, just in the bedroom. Though what had stunned me even more was how much
I liked handing myself over to him. Allowing him to use my body as an object for
his enjoyment as well as giving him absolute control over my pleasure, which, I
have to say, he’s was very generous at handing out.

Now there were just a smattering of
vouchers left to choose from and it was my turn to pick one for Jake. I eyed
him across the breakfast table. It was Sunday, and as was usually the case he
was tucking into bacon and eggs. He had a new spiral-shaped tattoo on his bicep
and a curl of ink poked out from beneath his black T-shirt, his skin ever so
slightly red at the tip of the point. It suited him, the large Maori-style
design. What with his permanently mussed up dark hair and the silver bar in his
left eyebrow, he looked every inch the renegade. Every inch the type of man any
girl would find it hard to say no to.

“So?” he said, before knocking back a
tumbler of orange juice. “You got a treat in store for me?”

“Might have.” I returned my study to the
book’s contents. “Mmm,” I teased, licking my lips and relishing the fact that I
had a Sunday off the ward. So many extra hours and missed breaks had added up
to a full day of time owing, and I was thrilled to be spending it with Jake.
Somehow it seemed an extra sweet day off, knowing that it hadn’t been planned
on the duty rota.

But what should I fill our afternoon up
with? I knew it would be the afternoon. Jake had initially held onto his
vouchers like they were prized possessions. Now he liked to use them quickly
and seek that immediate satisfaction. He’d become more sexual, more in tune
with his own and my needs. It was a wonderful thing.

Anal sex,
that was still there, as was
a good cropping
. The promise of a
pole
dance
I was sure would never be used. I flicked through them all again. One
kept catching my eye. It was vague, could be interpreted however, but something
about being an exhibitionist pressed my buttons. And let’s face it, we had the
whole day, it wasn’t like it was late at night, we could spend time thinking
about it, planning, setting up our situation.

Decision made, I tore the voucher from the
book and handed it to Jake.

He took it, pressed his elbows onto the
table and held the voucher with both hands. “I promise to be an exhibitionist,
with you or without you. Whatever turns you on, that’s what I’ll do.” He looked
at me. “Why, Cassie, you dirty, naughty girl. You want to show people what
you’ve got?”

“I want to show
you,
” I said,
crunching on a piece of toast and waggling my eyebrows.

“I know what you’ve got, baby.” He
grinned. “And I like it a lot. In fact, yeah…” He paused. “You’re right, we
ought to show you off a little, to the world.” He pursed his lips and set his
jaw, rubbed at the patch of stubble he allowed to grow beneath his bottom lip.

A tremble of anticipation ran up my spine
and settled in the hairs on the back of my neck. I recognised that look only
too well. It was my sexy, bad-boy, dominant husband having a particularly
wicked idea. An idea that I was sure would both thrill and shock me.

“What?” I asked, tilting my head.

“Have you got shopping to do this
morning?”

“A couple of bits and pieces from Tesco.
Why?” Surely he wasn’t planning on fucking me in Tesco. They would take a
really dim view of that I was sure. The security guy often gave Jake a double
take when he walked in as it was.

“No reason for you to concern yourself
with. I could just do with an hour alone.”

“Why?”

“That, baby, is for me to know and you to
find out.” He stood, swept his lips over mine then strode towards the kitchen
door. “Catch you in a bit,” he called, holding up the voucher and waving it
like a flag.

Two hours later I’d unpacked the groceries
and re-stocked the bathroom cabinet with the usual supply of shampoo, shower
gel and toothpaste.

I walked out of the bathroom, onto the
landing and suddenly my heart skittered like a pebble across water. A man in a
black mask with just two holes for eyes and one beneath his nose was standing
right in front of me, leaning casually back against the wooden banister with
his arms crossed over his chest.

“Jake, fuck, you scared the living
daylights out of me.”

“Sorry, baby. What do you think?”

“I think you look creepy as hell.”

“Not sexy then?”

I dipped my gaze and lingered my attention
on his bare chest, his toned abs and the way his black jeans sat low on his
hips, exposing the top band of black boxers.

“Yeah, actually, you do.” I licked my lips.
“In a mad axe-man kind of way.”

He unfolded his arms, held out a scrap of
material for me to take.

“What is it?”

“That’s yours. Put it on.”

Unfolding the black cotton, I realised it
was a mask, the same as his. “You want me to put it on?”

“Yeah, unless you want all of your work
colleagues to recognise you.”

A familiar sense of trepidation weaved its
way through my mind. What the hell was he planning now? “My colleagues?” I
asked quietly.

“Well, they’ll only see you if they’re
looking for live porn on the Internet.”

“Jake. I…” Christ, had I heard him right?
Porn. Live on the Internet. Surely he wasn’t thinking what I thought he was.
That was extreme even for us in our new, highly sexualised state.

“I want you to be the star of the show,”
he said, producing the voucher from the front pocket of his jeans.

Fuck, he
had
been thinking what I
thought he might be.

“But, Jake, seriously…” I took the voucher
he offered forward. Perhaps I should have gone for blind seduction, or an hour
as a sex slave. Possibly even the voucher that shot my blood pressure up the
most—anal sex. “I don’t think. I mean, it’s okay just me and you,
but—”

“Cassie.” He tugged off his mask and
cupped my cheek, his palms a little rough on my skin. “We’ve fulfilled every
other promise we’ve made, don’t back out on me now.”

I stared into the eyes of the man I loved
body and soul. There was earnestness there, but also hope and honesty, and
above all love. I knew he loved me in the same breathless, heart-stopping way I
did him. It had taken him many years to make me believe the depths of his
feelings, what with them being so slow to grow. But he had, we were soul mates
and I knew a lifetime with him wouldn’t be enough. I would always want more.

I took a deep breath. “Is the Internet
connection working today?”

“Yes, that’s what I was sorting out while
you were at the shop. Well, and these.” He held up his mask.

“You’re quite the seamstress,” I said.

“You know me, multi-talented.” He paused.
“No one will recognise us and it will be such a rush. You never know, you might
find it the most thrilling thing we’ve done yet.”

I thought back to the time I’d given Jake
a blow job in the meadow. Excitement had flooded through me at the thought of
being discovered in the middle of the lewd act. I’d almost wanted someone to
see me pleasuring my husband. I was damned proud of the way I could make him
come so hard he could barely stand.

“Okay,” I said, making a snap decision and
pulling on my mask. “Let’s do it.”

His mouth stretched into a slow, carnal
grin, the type that made me shiver with desire and trepidation. He sometimes
gave me the feeling that I was the prey and he was a hungry, determined hunter.

“Go shower,” he said. “Make sure you do
your toenails and all that, you’re going to want to look your best for your
performance.” He tugged his mask back on. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom, in
half an hour exactly. Be ready, in your mask, as soon as you walk into the
room.”

I showered, washed my hair, and dried with
just a rub of a towel. Shaved and preened, I slathered myself in skin
shimmering moisturizer then tugged on my mask.

My reflection was shocking. I looked like
some sexy bank robber. Pert breasts a little on the big side with pale nipples.
Sloped hips and a thin strip of dark pubic hair and long legs and red toenails.
This was how the world was going to see me. Weird!

I gulped. Those vouchers had really come
up trumps this time. Who would have thought Jake could organise us having sex
on the World Wide Web. I thought we’d park up in a layby and shag, or find a
spot in the meadow for a bit of kink. But this?

Bloody hell!

The hallway was quiet, so was our bedroom
as I opened the door. Jake sat on the bed, naked, his cock semi-hard, his mask
in place.

“Come in,” he said, standing and reaching
for me.

I stepped up to him, my thighs sliding
against each other and making me self-conscious about my body.

“The camera is there.” He pointed to the
dresser. “There is no sound, just a picture. I thought that best in case we
said names by mistake.”

“But your tattoo,” I said, my breath
catching as I glanced at the small black camera angled our way.

“Loads of people have these, don’t sweat
it.”

I gulped. “Is it on?”

“Hell yeah, anyone who’s logged onto
live
sex stream
can see us right now.” He dipped his head, as though looking
down my body, but I couldn’t be sure, because his mask covered his eyes a
little. “And a fine sight they’ll be getting. A real treat.”

“And you don’t mind?” He could sometimes
be quite jealous, had been known to stare down guys who gave me a second glance.
None of them ever gave me a third. I guess they got the hint that would be more
than their life was worth.

“No fucking way. I’m proud that you’re my
wife. That your beautiful body is mine.” He leaned closer, so he spoke into my
ear and the cheeks of our masks brushed. “To do with exactly what I want.” He
paused. “Starting now.”

He cupped my breasts and tugged at my
nipples.

I arched my back, my body’s response to
his touch, as ever, instantaneous.

“Mmm, so perfect,” he said, kneading and
massaging. “I could play with your tits all day.”

“You could, I don’t mind,” I said,
fluttering my eyes shut.

“But that’s not the show our audience
want,” he said, almost gruffly. “Lay down, Cassie, let me build you up with my
fingers and my tongue.”

A quiver rippled through my pussy. Jake’s
tongue on me was always a one-way trip to Heaven.

“Here,” he said, positioning me on the
edge of the bed, facing the camera. “Now open your legs, wide.”

Sudden bashfulness besieged me. Open my
legs, to the world. Jesus. Jake had been the only one to see my pussy, touch my
pussy for years. And now, just like that, open your legs, Cassie, and let
goodness knows who see all your damp folds, creases and your hole.

“Do it.” His voice was firm. Not mean
firm, firm to remind me that this was what I’d promised.

Slowly I parted my legs, stretched my
knees wide and felt the air wash over my lips and cool the delicate skin of my
pussy. My heart was thumping so hard I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears.

“That’s it, good girl,” Jake said, sitting
next to me, his cock standing to attention. “Just a little… bit… more.” He
eased my thighs wider still. “Give them what they want.”

How come he didn’t seem to care that the
world could ogle his dick? I was sure there would be women watching. Wouldn’t
there?

A sudden realisation dawned on me. It was
what Jake had said. He was proud of me, wanted to show me off. Well, I was
bloody proud of him too. He was hot stuff, had a body to die for and a cock
worthy of worship.

I slid my finger over the tip of his cock,
felt his body stiffen next to mine.

“Easy, baby. I am so damn close to
shooting my load as it is. This is fucking horny.”

“Ah, Jake, you wouldn’t want to embarrass
yourself in front of everyone, now would you?”

A strange growl erupted from his throat. I
wasn’t sure if he was frustrated, angry or seriously turned on.

“Let’s get you close to coming too,” he
said, slipping his fingers between my legs and stroking over my clit.

Hastily I reached for his forearm to
support myself. I was so hot for his touch and he’d got me just right, just
where I needed it. I groaned and stretched my hips wider, ensuring he had
maximum access.

“Ah, yeah, so damn wet,” he mumbled,
slipping from the bed and dropping to his knees between my legs. “Come on, open
right up and we’ll give your audience a good show.”