Ardor (10 page)

Chapter 14

“I like that,” Jasmine purred.

“What?” God, she looked beautiful in her post orgasmic bliss.

“You calling me baby.”

“You ar
e mine . . . my baby, and never forget that.”  Out of nowhere she giggled. “What’s so funny, missy?”

“You didn’t eat the garter.”

“What?”

“The garter, Greg.”
 

Low and behold, she was right. The sexy children’s candy still sat untouched on her thigh, and I couldn’t help but laugh and gather her in my arms. “We could save that as a snack for later, Jas . . .  maybe after a walk through the exercise equipment?”

“Hm.” She tapped her chin while she pondered my suggestion. “Fine, but we take some chocolate for me.” My brow rose in confusion. “Because I can sure as hell see you not leaving me a single bead, and from the gleam still in your eyes I know that my ride has only just begun.” 

I smashed my lips to hers.

“You, my dear Miss Velez, are adorable, babe  . . . don’t ever change.”

After a short break, a visit to the bathroom, and some sustenance I’d conjured from the deli and bread aisle, we continued on with our walk. 

Knowing our time was pressing and that the ending to our escapades had to be timed just right, I steered her toward the exercise equipment. That section happened to be an aisle down from the bedroom furniture—and the plushest mattress I’d ever bought.

The bedroom set we were about to test was already owned by me; it would be christened now, and then again tonight after it had been delivered to my home. 

Wanting to toy with her a bit and make her believe we weren’t there to play, I laid down on the weight bench. Having already pre-set the weight to my normal lifting amount, I began to pump some iron; much to Jasmine’s delight, and annoyance it seemed. When my muscles strained to push the metal bar up and over my head, she squirmed. 

I was just beginning my second repetition when she moaned, and then licked her plump lips. It seemed my little minx was a visual creature.

On my third pass, I let the bar hit the matted floor, and then pulled her body flush with mine. “Fuck, you look hot standing there in all your naked glory for your man.”

“Is that what you are?”

“You bet that sweet ass of yours I am . . . no one but me will ever fucking feel you like this again: naked and wanton.”

“Only you,” was her answer, and all the confirmation I needed.

From the clock on the wall I could tell I had two more hours before the others arrived.

Somehow I needed to make it across the aisle, and toward my new bed. 

When we reached the end of the furniture department, I noticed that Jasmine began to fidget and look toward the wall near the front that held a mounted clock. Knowing our time was drawing closer to a stop must have been weighing heavily on her mind. 

“Look at me, Jasmine.” 

She sniffed and refused to do so. 

“Baby, please,” I begged, and when she complied what met my blue eyes were unshed tears. “I don’t think you realize just how wrapped up in you I am. This, Jasmine, is just the beginning for us. I want to date you. . . to call you my girl.”

Jasmine gasped, and then flung herself into my arms.

“Do you mean that?” 

Her whispered words against the flesh over my heart sent tingles down my spine, but I needed to leave no uncertainty behind. The moment we laid on that bed and became one it would be a done deal.

“Yes, sweet girl. I have never been more serious about anything in my life. You’re it for me. I’ve been yours since the minute you stepped through my door and introduced yourself as

‘Miss Velez, my newest cashier’.” 

We both laughed at how sassy she was even back then.

“I know we need to talk more, but for now let’s enjoy the time we have left before corporate arrives.” 

Jasmine nodded and she began pulling me toward the newest addition to our bedroom display. 

Chapter 15

The moment she found the California King-sized bed, my little vixen let out the sexiest groan that I’d ever had the pleasure of hearing. Seeing the evidence in her eyes, knowing the visual of me overtaking and mounting her had played as heavily on her mind was a turn on. It made my dick throb and leak onto the floor.

The bed itself was beautiful. A mixture of clean lines and soft pines made it feel light and airy. The vast contrast between the few metal swirls inside the headboard gave it a touch of masculinity without being overpowering—it was her gentle to my rough, and it was perfect.

Tossing her up and onto the bed was exhilarating. Knowing how simple it was for me to manhandle her petite form was starting to awaken something in me. It brought out a new kink in me, a small desire to see her tied and at my mercy.

Jasmine bounced on the airy mattress a total of three times before I pounced and smashed my lips with hers. My hands roamed and squeezed her perky breasts. Her nipples pebbled, and my tongue snuck in one good swipe before I pulled back and whispered,  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby; going to leave my mark on every inch of your skin before painting your insides with my come. Are you ready for me?” She began to speak, but a quick nip to her bottom lip put a halt to her words. “Nod for yes or shake for no.”

Jasmine nodded, giving me the answer I needed.

“Don’t you dare move a fucking muscle.”

Leaving her dazed after stealing a passionate kiss from her sweet lips, I walked away in search of what I would need. Reaching the store’s clothing section was a breeze, but finding something sturdy enough to tie her up with that wouldn’t mark her beautiful skin? Not so much.

Nylon stockings we had aplenty, but I worried they weren’t strong enough to hold my minx in place when she thrashed and begged for more. Then there was an array of belts—men’s belts to be exact, but her sun kissed skin would mar and turn red if I used those on her.

I was at a total loss over what to use, until I saw the small rack of men’s ties off to the side of the male dress shirts.

Perfect.

Grabbing two red silk ones from the display, I rushed back to my girl.

What I found upon my arrival rattled my cage.

Her fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy with ferocity, bringing her to the brink of euphoria, and almost over the ledge.

Oh, fuck no,
the beast inside my head roared in anger and indignation.
That’s our motherfucking pussy, and only we make it come!

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Jasmine?” 

Jasmine screamed, too lost in her self-induced pleasure to notice my menacing form looming over her enticing body. She never answered me; instead her eyes wandered my body, and landed on my angry face.

“Again,” I asked, my voice sounding different, even to my own ears. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I–I–I–” she began, but I didn’t want to hear it.

I pounced, taking hold of both of her hands; in particular the one that had been playing with her weeping cunt. I sucked and licked her fingers clean; her juices coated my tongue, causing that dominating voice in my head to roar.

I needed to teach her a valuable lesson, and quick.

Once her coated fingers had been cleaned, I leaned into her body. My weight was forcing her further into the mattress, and Jasmine began to pant against my assault. However, she was defenseless to my attack, and her guard soon lowered.

I tied one hand to the metal slit in the headboard before she could protest or even notice. My tongue was forceful against hers; her lusty gaze and delighted gasps and whimpers told me she liked my domination over her. Not once did Jasmine question my actions.

It wasn’t until her second hand was tied that she froze, and then asked, “Gregory, what are you doing?”

“Tying you up, sweetheart,” was my simple answer. Jasmine tried to complain, but her words failed to derail me. 

I would have stopped, would’ve released her from the binds to let her get dressed with no anger or hard feelings from me, but her actions pushed me to continue. Jasmine, as she spoke, was rubbing herself all over my wood…her mouth said one thing, but her body a complete other. 

I listened to the latter and continued distracting her with my mouth on her delicious lips, collarbones, and lower.

“W–what?”
She moaned out loud when I bit into her flesh hard, and then began to suck.

“Why? Oh, fuck me . . . why are you tying me up?”

“Because I can.” I growled the words against her puckered nipple, my mouth never stopping its southern descent. “Seems to me that you forget who this—” I smacked her legs apart and cupped her core. “Belongs to.”

“Jesus!” Her back arched, hips lifting up and off the mattress in order to grind her pussy into my hand.

“He’s not here.” My smugness couldn’t be avoided as I continued my answer, “Neither is any other holy being to pray to, my love.”

“Gregory, please—” 

Jasmine’s body language spoke louder than her words, choked as they were in her lustful

daze
. She wanted more: more of my touch, my love, my control over her body.

“What do you want?” I teased, my mouth still attached to her nipple, and my hand still cupping and massaging her core with a feather light touch.

“You,” she mewled.

“You have me.”

“For you to fuck me; to fucking own me,” she amended.

“I already do.” As the “do” left my lips, I inserted two fingers into her tight little hole. Jasmine was wet and gushing while my fingers probed her lower lips and circled her bundle of nerves after every inward motion. Her hips rose up and off the bed—she was trying so hard to fuck herself on my digits. I slung my arms over her hips, pinning her to the mattress and limiting her movement.

She glared at me in retaliation; I smacked her pussy with my sopping wet fingers, and then watched the next round of wetness rush out. Her creaminess was flowing out in rivulets of richness, past her lips, down the crack of her ass, and toward the sheets below.

Fuck!

“But, before I give you what you want, I’m going to teach you something, baby.”

Jasmine’s eyes were glossy and bright as she listened to my words. “A lesson if you will.”

“W–what?”

“You see, I’m a jealous creature, baby. I don’t share nor do I appreciate others playing with what’s mine.” Poor cutie looked confused while I spoke. “And that’s what you did. This,” I smacked the area above her pubic mound sharply, “is mine. From this day forward, I will be the only person allowed to touch you or bring you pleasure.” With each word, I delivered a series of

smacks to her clit, lips, and thighs. 

Her pussy lips and clit were trembling with anticipation for the next swat of pleasure. Her beautiful cunt was swollen and pink, such a thing of beauty. I could tell by the squirming, the overflowing wetness, that she would explode if I gave the special little nub one good tug.

“Fuck . . . please . . . oh, my fucking God!” Jasmine yelled out over and over while I kept her there on that proverbial edge right before delirium.

I need to get into her now.