All Mine (4 page)

I studied you as I slid
off my belt. The sexy boots rested on the floor, your thighs taut
but unmoving. My balls remained on high alert.

"I don’t know, Jenna. Now
that I think about it, I might have to take more precautions and
tie down those pretty legs." I headed to the closet.

"Looks like hubby collects
silk ties," I called into the bedroom. "I like them, too. We share
a lot of the same tastes, huh?" I glanced at the monogram on the
best ones.

"No one could steal these,
for sure. His monograms all over them. Pretentious
fucker."

"I won't kick you!" you
promised feverishly. "I’ll be good! Please don’t tie my legs.
Please." I could almost see your hands working the sash even as you
said it.

"I’m afraid I don’t trust
you, Jenna. But I’ll let you pick the colors you want me to use to
tie you down. What do you say? "

Silence came from the
bedroom.

Grinning, I made my
selection from the best of a pretty good lot. I held them up for
your approval when I came back to you.

"Looks like Holl. Nice
stuff. Christmas gifts from you, Jenna?"

Reluctance was in your
voice. "No. He orders them from Italy."

"Pretentious fucker," I
said again.

Each ankle received a loop
of expensive silk. Maroon for left, navy for right. Each loose end
went around a bedpost. I did it nice and slow, enjoying the way
that wide V sexily opened up again between your legs.

Your feet were on the
ground, but your legs were open about as far as I thought they
could go without giving you a cramp. Over your head, the sash still
held your arms to the headboard. The bindings left you stretched
taut on the bed, the long muscles of your arms and legs pulled into
gentle relief.

The angle of your arms
arched your back a little, pushing your breasts up nicely on show.
The dark red of the quilt was a perfect foil to your wild dark
hair, the creamy nakedness of your body. I walked around the bed
with no hurry, enjoying you from every angle.

"You look like a
sacrificial virgin, Jenna," I said, "except for those ‘fuck me’
boots."

I kicked off my own boots,
then hooked my thumbs into the waist of my jeans, shedding them in
one swift motion. No undies. Death was more of an
au naturelle
sort.

Standing between your
stretched thighs, my hardness throbbed as it pressed against my
lower belly, leaving glistening evidence of my prolonged
excitement. "See what you do to me? That’s all for you, Jenna, and
no one else." I brushed the head of my cock against the inside of
your thigh. Then I barely touched the wetness of your tight little
mound, which had to be aching from the way I’d teased you. "If you
can be a little nicer to me, it might be fun for you,
too."

A thought came to me. I
reached into the foolish, grinning pumpkin and came up with one of
the Atomic Fireballs I’d taken when you offered me the candy. I
unwrapped it and popped it into my mouth, waiting as the cinnamon
heat warmed my tongue. I was betting it could warm up a couple of
other places, too.

"Let’s try this again," I
suggested. I knelt down between your spread thighs, blowing softly
on the inviting divide between them. I pried open your swollen
lips, exposing the darker, deeper pink.

Lapping you with the flat of my tongue
did more than just tease you this time. It also spread the hot,
melting candy juice over the sensitive flesh. Your hips strained
under my mouth as the heat took effect.

"I told you this was a hot
little hole," I teased, blowing again on the flesh that was
becoming inflamed in front of my eyes. There was a good chunk of
the candy left in my mouth. I used the tip of my tongue to work it
up inside of your tight, swollen opening.

You tensed with a sudden
moan, and my own flesh throbbed as I imagined how that most
sensitive part of your body was reacting to the heat.

I pulled myself up onto
the bed with you, sandwiching myself between your thighs. You were
trembling all over. Your face was flushed, and tiny beads of sweat
jeweled your forehead. I blew against your neck, following up with
a kiss.

"Little warm in here now,
isn’t it?" I unwrapped another of the hot candies, pressing it
against your full, trembling lips.

"Your turn, Jenna. Suck on
this, like a good little girl. I want your mouth nice and warm so
you can put something of mine in there."

A strangled groan escaped you, but you
opened your mouth to accept the candy. I held it, letting you lick.
The soft, swirling dance of your tongue was hypnotic, a complement
to the rocking of your hips I felt below.

"That’s really good,
Jenna," I whispered against your ear. "God, you are so beautiful
like this, so ready to be used. Does Alex tie you up and make you
fuck him, just to keep it interesting?"

You tried half-heartedly
to pull away from me within the bit of wiggle room the ties
allowed. I twisted my finger around the hoop in your ear, holding
you. "Answer me," I said.

"No, he doesn’t. And if
you were a real man, you wouldn’t have to force someone like
this."

I laughed and kissed your
ear. "Sweetheart, if I force you any more, I’m going to be able to
surf out of here from all that juice you’re churning
out."

To make my point, I dipped my free
hand down and came up with cinnamon-scented Jenna juice, licking it
off my palm. Your eyes watched my tongue as I licked myself clean.
I was sorry when it was gone, but I knew where I could get
more.

The hot red coating was
nearly gone from the Fireball as I held at your lips, smearing them
a brighter red. Then down to your nipples, rubbing the hard little
pink ball against them, soaking them in heat.

"See how nice I am to
you?" I asked. "I thought about putting that one up your ass. I
won’t unless you misbehave. You won’t, will you?"

"No," you said quickly.
You had a vivid idea of how that would feel, and how long it would
last. Soaking in a tub wouldn’t solve your problems back there,
either.

"That’s a good girl. I
knew you could play nice."

I popped the rest of the
Fireball into my mouth, crunching it as I stood and moved to the
head of the bed. I rejoined you on it, this time straddling your
bound arms. My hardness swayed only a few inches from your
mouth.

I reached down to tilt your chin up,
the angle stretching your throat in a way that made my head spin.
I’d imagined you like this for so long, and now it was real.
Looking down into your upturned face, I saw tears in your eyes.
That made me pause.

"What’s the matter, baby?"
I asked, stroking the dark waves of your hair. "In three years, you
know you gave Alex head more than a few times."

You nodded, tears escaping down your
cheek.

"Not like this. Not tied
and…like this. I’m really scared that I can’t breathe. Please don’t
hurt me."

That soft, little-girl voice was as
sexy as it was unfeigned.

"Shhh," I soothed. "I
won’t be too mean. And I promise you that no man will ever want you
more than I do right now."

My sticky, smooth head
slid over your lips, feeling their soft heat. I smiled down at you,
tracing the high curve of your cheekbones.

"Part of you is the good
little wife, but part of you needs to be a whore. Your upstanding
husband may not be willing to treat you that way, but I am. And I
know how to do it right."

I rubbed myself over your lips again,
feeling the immediate heat from the candy’s coating.

"My job is to make sure
you can breathe. Your job is to suck my cock like your life depends
on it. Any little hint of biting, and I'm going to fuck you with
the handle of that pretty hairbrush. Got it?"

You nodded. I was taking a
risk. Even on Halloween, I didn’t think I could explain a
bitten-off cock in the ER.

Slowly I slid into you,
groaning to finally have some relief for my aching cock. Your
tongue was soft and small, allowing me to use your mouth as I
pleased. You were right to be worried about breathing. I had all
the control.

I found that I liked that.
A lot.

"What a good little
cocksucker you are," I sighed. "Don't stop."

I bent over and began
licking the cinnamon from your nipples as my hardness throbbed in
your mouth. I pressed your tits together, bringing both nipples
within easy reach of my mouth again, flicking them back and forth,
working them hard.

Your lips closed on my
cock, actual sucking and licking instead of passive endurance. I
took a spicy nipple into my mouth, sucking and tugging. There was
an answering moan down below, the sensation of a warm, willing
tongue massaging my heat.

My hardness plunged more
deeply into your mouth. The candy was starting to work on my
inflamed flesh, making it tingle. I could only imagine what you
felt between your legs after the dose I’d given you.

I came back up on my
knees, cupping your face in my hands. The sight of my hardness
half-buried between your bright, candy-smeared lips was almost more
than I could stand.

"Relax, Jenna. Open up
more. Let me in deep."

That was all I could
manage to say, then I was starting to push into you. Your body
tensed under me, and I sensed your fear as I went too far, making
you gag around me. In your tied and vulnerable position, I had
total power over you.

It took a few ragged
breaths to regain my control. When I had it, I started to slowly
invade your mouth again. You were learning, your desire and greed
overcoming fear.

For just an instant my
cock pressed through the tight ring of muscle at the back of your
throat. There was a soft, heart-stopping sensation of entry, of
your mouth and throat opening and accepting me deep.

The muscles in my lower
belly quivered. My control was slipping again. I pulled out as fast
as I could, gritting my teeth at the effort that cost.

It wasn’t hard to read
your smug expression as I looked down into your face. You knew why
I pulled out in a hurry. It made me smile, even though my control
was almost gone.

"I told you what a good
little whore you could be. Your talent has been wasted."

I climbed off of your arms
and came back between your thighs. I loved how the bindings kept
them spread, exposing all of you. The candy and your juices had
widened the stain on the quilt.

My hands slid under your
ass, raising you up, straining against the ties.

"Don’t mind me. I’m just
trying to decide which one of these holes is going to get fucked
tonight," I said.

Your flush made me grin.
To be so uninhibited under coaxing, you were so damn prim in some
ways. The combination was driving me crazy. I didn’t ask which hole
usually preferred by your hubby. Why ask what you already
know?

Would you ever be the same
when I was done with you tonight? Somehow I doubted it. Those
genies can be a real bitch to get back into the bottle.

My hands cupped your ass,
my fingers molding themselves to you. Such a pretty and fuckable
ass. I’d watched you in clinging skirts, cute shorts, and tight
jeans like today. Nothing but naked did it justice. You whimpered
when I spread your thighs wide, opening all of you up for
show.

"Now that," I said, "is a
beautiful sight. A pretty pussy and a pretty ass, just begging me
to come in. I thought seeing them both would help me choose, but
that just makes it harder."

You were tight, and as I
moved in and out, your muscles grabbed my fingers again, clinging
and pleading for release. The heat was scorching, but it wasn’t all
about the Atomic Fireball, now melted to a sticky glob inside of
you.

I withdrew my finger and
worked it up into your ass while it was still nice and wet. I felt
you tense around my finger, a shudder going through your body as
some of the residual heat found that tender inner flesh.

I pulled your hips up,
pressing down on the small of your back to get just the right arch.
"Tilt your hips," I instructed. A rougher side of me was surfacing,
wanting to humiliate you a little. "Raise your hips. Open the fuck
up. Wider."

Gently my fingers touched
each hole in turn.

"I don't know which one to
pick. Damn, that’s a tough choice. What am I going to do with you?
I guess we’ll just have to see what happens."

That was teasing. I knew
where I was going. I'd tasted and licked and fingered that
sweetness between your legs too much to ignore it now. I tugged on
your hips and dropped down onto you, sliding into you until our
bodies were locked together.

I grabbed your hips and rocked you,
coaxing your ass higher into the air, making you take in every inch
of me. You whimpered under your breath, and I knew the ties were
stretching you to the point of discomfort. I tried to ease off, but
it was getting harder to stop.

"You’re a tight little
fuck, you know it? I'm going to finish way up inside you, so you
feel me good. Before I do, I'm going to hear you beg for it. I’m
going to hear you scream. Beg me, Jenna."