That Filthy Book (6 page)

Just as I thought Jacob was getting ready to come—the giveaway signs of his hips arching tightly and his groaning becoming erratic—he withdrew and spun me to face the wall. He barely lifted his hand from my mouth before it slammed back down so there was no time to speak or scream or hardly even drag in a decent breath.

“Now you’re really going to take it,” he growled into my ear, his voice possessed, demented. It was an octave lower than normal, and the sharp woollen mask muffled it, making it seem even more unfamiliar and dangerous.

Excitement mixed with the shock of our situation as I remembered the next part of my fantasy. Now he would take my pussy from behind. It had been so long since we’d done it like that—and standing, who knew when?

Again I shook my head. I was the frantic victim. This time my right temple banged and scratched on the gritty surface of the wall. Trying to cry out, pulling rank air in through my nose. My spine jerked as he kicked my legs apart with his feet, not caring if he bruised my ankles.

God, this was getting deliciously rough.

He nudged his cock down the cleft of my buttocks until the head sat at my anus. He was wide and greedy and probed with a scary determination.

Instinct caused me to thrust away, but I couldn’t go far. I was held too tightly against the brickwork.

He let out a nasty chuckle. “I can do that if I want to, bitch.”

My lust-addled brain fogged with confusion.
That
hadn’t been part of the plan. What was he talking about? Jacob had never fucked my arse, ever, and if he was going to, wouldn’t we need lube?

“If my cock wants to stab into your arse then it can,” he growled. “You’re mine to do whatever the fuck I want with, remember that. You have no say in it, none whatsoever.”

He exerted more pressure. My tight ring clamped, and a tremor of anxiety rattled up my spine. I couldn’t cope with this. Not now, not here. But if he pressed much harder he would pop into me. And it would hurt—it would hurt like crazy. He was so thick and impossibly wide.

I wanted to scream, to get away. For the second time I wondered just what trouble I’d invited with my dangerous fantasy. Because he was right. He had absolute control over me, and there was nothing in the world I could do about it if he decided to ram into my virginal hole and fuck me in the most primitive of ways.

“But lucky for you I want to fuck your pussy,” he said, sliding his cock further into my folds. “So brace yourself for it, whore, I’m going to take whatever you can offer and then some more.”

He rode to the hilt again. My slick pussy welcomed him this time, and my G-spot roared awake as his ridged glans smoothed over it.

“Ah, fuck, you’re so hot and wet,” he groaned in a pleasure-soaked voice.

I tipped my head back and arched my spine, tilted my pelvis so he hit my sweet point just right. A strangled moan of delight bled from my lips. The angle was perfect—Heaven and Paradise and Nirvana all mixed into one.

“You like being taken roughly in a filthy dark alley?” he asked, his voice mean again, back in character. “You like being taken by a sick pervert, don’t you? You’re such a foul slut, this is what you deserve.”

I tried to shake my head, reach behind myself to pull and punch him. But it was no good. With each thrust I was being sent skyward, and I forgot that I was supposed to be trying to escape.

His pounding gained speed, as though he was racing an invisible opponent and dragging me with him.

Ecstasy was knocking on my door.

“Ah, fuck yes, yes…”

I recognised the sounds of Jacob reaching the point of no return and surrendered to my own orgasm. It was right there. Blinding lights flashed through the darkness as I embraced a deep, profoundly satisfying G-spot climax. The first one from this internal hot point in so, so long. As it swept through me a long, tortured groan ripped from my chest and gurgled in my throat.

“Ah, yes, squeeze me like that, bitch,” he said in a strained voice. “Just like that, whore.”

His foul language extended my climax, and I was still throbbing as his seed spurted into me. Copious and viscous, it heated my core. Pleasure had overridden sanity, and Jacob had tunnelled into a dark part of my soul that I hadn’t even known was there.

He stilled.

Landing from my high, I became aware of my chest and bare legs, which were now bashed up against the damp, cool wall, my head also pressed into it as Jacob’s weight leaned heavily into me.

I twisted in discomfort, scratching my forearms on the pock-marked bricks. Quickly, he withdrew and lifted his body, but kept his hand tight over my mouth.

“Now, you’re gonna have to keep quiet while I take off,” he whispered harshly. “Cause if you’ve got plans on screaming, I’ll be straight back to strangle that sweet fucking throat of yours.” He snorted unpleasantly. “Got it?”

Nodding, because this was all part of the plan, I felt a thick trickle run down my inner thigh. Warm and heavy, it seeped almost to my knee. I could just imagine what the milky gloop looked like. I was in one hell of a fucked-up state.

It was perfect.

“Good,” he said, “so keep it quiet.” Finally, he took his hand from my face.

“Oi, what’s going on down there?”

The sudden shout at the end of the alley grabbed our attention.

Not
part of the plan.

Jacob’s body heat left me completely, and I spun to see him shoving his semi-hard cock into his jeans. With a quick tug he removed the ski mask, the action spiking his damp hair upright.

Yanking down my skirt with one hand, I reached for his with my other. Entwined our fingers and squeezed away the worried words he knew I wanted to say. My heart thudded and my stomach clenched. I was scared. We’d been caught playing our lurid, sick game. But by whom?

A torchlight flickered over us, and I blinked rapidly.

“What the hell?” The silhouette of a tall, broad man came into view at the end of the alley. He walked towards us, his face in darkness, but his purposeful stride told me to be wary. I could only imagine what we must look like—me tarty, messed up and still panting hard from my climax, and Jacob all big and menacing, also breathing heavily. It wouldn’t take a genius to guess what we’d been up to. But if he thought it had been rape, anything could happen.

He might even be a copper. Shit!

“Nothing’s going on,” Jacob said, tightening his grip on my fingers and pulling me towards the approaching figure.

“Looks like something to me.” The voice was northern and deep, confident and assertive.

Jacob bent his head to mine. “Can you run?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Run? My legs felt like jelly, and I’d already exerted myself considerably. My heart rate hadn’t recovered from that.

“Try, love, you’re gonna have to try.”

And with that he darted forward, tugging my hand, leaving me no choice but to run behind him. My shoes were unforgiving, but adrenaline spurred me on and I banged one foot down in front of the other, praying my ankles wouldn’t turn. The cum on my thigh cooled and the night air washed over my naked pussy, only just hidden by my perilously short skirt.

“Hey,” the man shouted, shining the torch into my face as we passed. “Wait.”

“Sorry,” I panted, pressing a hand against my jiggling breasts.

“Missy, are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine, absolutely fine,” I said. Then, as we reached the road, I threw over my shoulder in a light, jovial voice, “In fact, I’ve never been better.”

Chapter Five

We ran through the town, Jacob still clutching my hand, a breathy bout of laughter exploding from me. People stared, but so what? I didn’t care. It was as though something inside me had been released, a new beginning, a new phase of myself that I hoped would keep growing. Exploring our sex life from now on would be exciting. After all, I’d told my husband one of my deepest desires and he’d accepted it, helped to play it out. What was the harm in telling him the others? If he didn’t want to go there, that was fine, but if I didn’t ask, I’d never know, would I? Again a memory of the book came to my mind. Me flicking through its dusty pages and being both shocked and turned on as each chapter revealed its sinfully sexy fantasies. Each idea embedding itself into my subconscious, burying deep until the time was right. Was that time now?

My ankle threatened to turn and I forced illicit scenarios from my thoughts and concentrated on where my footsteps were landing. A quick glance behind ensured that the man hadn’t followed, so I slowed, taking my hand from Jacob’s so I could remove those bloody heels. I carried them in one hand while slipping my other through the crook of his arm and, feeling gloriously breathless, I looked at him.

His eyes sparkled, the kind of twinkle I hadn’t seen in such a long time, and a smile hooked up one corner of his mouth. His cheeks were flushed despite the nip in the air and he gave a low chuckle.

“Good, wasn’t it?” he asked, eyeing me with a look that dared me to respond in the negative.

“Fucking wonderful!” And I meant it. Yes, his hand over my mouth for an extended period wasn’t something I wanted to repeat, and I’d have to speak to him about that, fine-tune the details for next time, but otherwise… It
had
been wonderful. Exactly what I’d wanted, scratches, marks and all.

“That guy…” He shrugged, like the action would make us being caught go away. “Wonder who he was, what he thought?”

“I don’t give a shit. I’m on a high.” As we walked on, a sudden thought hit me. “Hey, what happened to the hammer we bought in the tool shop?”

He glanced my way again. “Shit! I forgot about that. I was so excited…”

“Did you even bring it with you?”

“No, left it in our room.”

“There’ll be other times. That handle…”

Lapsing into silence, we continued our walk to the hotel, and I was sure he was as lost in thoughts of what we’d just done as I was. The whole episode, from Jacob getting that guy to join in, to the fuck itself, and then that man finding us, had been more than I’d expected. I’d ask him later about how he’d convinced someone to join in our game. Whether he’d paid him to do it.

How had we gone so long without experimenting like this? Age
must
have something to do with it; maturity had brought a different perspective on what was right and wrong. Was any of it wrong? I didn’t care if some thought it was.

It was right for us.

In the hotel lobby, all potted palms scattered among carefully positioned chairs and low coffee tables, my bare feet slapped on the cold marble floor. A porter, pushing an empty suitcase trolley, gave me the once-over, his perusal ending at my pink-painted toenails. He frowned as though my sort didn’t belong in this hotel, and that brought on another rush of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Jacob asked, leading me towards the lift.

“Him looking at me.” I nodded at the porter, who glanced back over his shoulder and shook his close-cropped head. “Me with no shoes on. Dressed like a tart.”

Jacob leaned across to whisper, “Ah, you’re a trashy whore, that’s what he’s thinking, bitch.”

His voice—that tone—set me off again. My stomach churned as excitement stirred and my knees weakened. I knew I would be ready for more fucking once we got to our room.

And we did. Fucked the rest of the weekend away, cramming every spare moment we had into being with one another. We didn’t make it to the art gallery, didn’t take the time to wander the streets and take in our environment. The bedroom was the only sight we needed. That and each other.

I had yet to tell Jacob of my other erotic fantasies, but I needed to think about them myself first. See if I really wanted to allow the contents of that book to grip me again before inviting him to join in. Besides, rolling them around in my mind and testing how they made me feel was all part of the arousal. The build-up to confessing what I wanted was frightening yet exhilarating.

And the actual playing it out was the icing on the damn cake.

* * * *

Thoughts of being fucked in the arse had begun to intrude on a regular basis since we’d returned home. I’d had no idea Jacob wanted that until our time in the alley, and I found myself pondering what it would feel like more often than I cared to admit. With Jacob away for the weekend—his turn on the rota for a work seminar he’d rather not have to attend—and the girls staying with his mum and dad, I had nothing much to do
but
think. I cleaned until the house sparkled, read until my eyes crossed and lay awake at night, my mind wandering to how it would feel to have Jacob’s cock inside my arse. And the more I thought about it, the more it appealed. The more I thought about it, the more I knew we would do it.

I imagined it would hurt at first, having an alien object inside
that
hole. When browsing internet sites on the subject—yes, I’d been curious enough for that—the general consensus was that the pain turned pleasurable after a while. I could cope with that, and I guessed Jacob could too, considering he’d been close to fucking me in that spot in that alley.

Had he been thinking of it for a long time and just hadn’t said? I’d hidden my rape fantasy from him because I hadn’t wanted him to think me perverted or weird. Had he done the same with anal sex? I hated the thought of him feeling unable to share everything with me, and for the first time I realised he may well have felt the same about my recent revelation. That I hadn’t trusted him enough to share.