BDSM EROTICA: A Hot, Hardcore Anthology (10 page)

She waited
for the next order as she enjoyed the feel of her vulva swelling while his big,
strong hand pushed aside her panties and firmly massaged her from the inside.
Jack was intent on finding Isabel’s G-spot and when he did, all it took was a
few strokes until Isabel came in his hand, pushing against him until her orgasm
peaked and resolved.

He ordered
her to bend over the table, spread her legs and pull her cheeks and vulva open
so he could see. She obeyed. He took a handful of ice, rubbed it on her ass,
letting it melt against her warm skin and shoved a few cubes into her vagina.
He then spanked her, first softly and then harder until she was sobbing.
Without a moment to breathe, he then rammed his huge cock into her pussy that
had tightened from the ice.

Jack slowed
down, deliberately pushing himself more and more deeply into her, first slowly,
then faster and alternating rhythm to surprise her with more spanking. He
withdrew, continuing to stroke himself until he pulled the belt from his jeans.
He rubbed Isabel’s thighs and buttocks with the belt before he drew it back and
landed a nice welt across both cheeks. He landed the next few strokes to either
side of the first mark, reveling in his precision, enjoying the visual.

“Fuck me,”
she begged, to stop the pain.

“Do you want
this?” Jack asked.

“Yes.
Please. Yes.”

“Kneel.”

Isabel obeyed. 

Jack grabbed
her hair, pulling it lightly, then caressing it. He rubbed his cock, then
grabbed a big handful of hair in one fist and ordered Isabel to open her mouth.
She did. He fucked her in the mouth until he was on the verge of coming. Isabel
could taste the salty precum and she readied herself for the explosion that was
imminent in her mouth. She reached down to masturbate with one hand as Jack
pumped into her and she squeezed the root of his dick in her free hand.

Jack wanted something else. He
wanted to watch this little thing come front of his eyes. He pulled his penis
out of her mouth and laid her on the ground on a table cloth. He tied her hands
back with his belt and ordered her to lay still. He pulled off her skirt and
unlatched her bra, exposing the fullness of her perky breasts and youthful
musculature. For a moment he just watched her breathe in and out, willfully
immobilized by his belt with her brown hair strewn on the grass and bricks of
the patio.

Isabel
watched Jack shed his jeans and t-shirt to expose his muscular stomach,
shoulders, legs and caught a glimpse of strong, tight glutes. She wanted it all,
but, she liked this new game. She was his captive and his to do with as he
pleased. She was dying to see what he would do next and felt her pussy itching
for another orgasm. It didn’t matter that it was chilly outside or anyone could
wander back into the patio at any time. In fact, she wondered what Luca would
think or do if he were watching this right now.

Jack rubbed
his penis on Isabel’s breasts. He then licked and pinched until he felt her
pussy swell again. He teased her clit with the tip of his penis and with his
hands before he sucked her pussy, tickling her clit with the tip of his tongue
and the length of her vulva. He first inserted one, then two, then three
fingers in her vagina, rubbing her G-spot again before he entered her with his
penis, pulling it completely out and deliberately pushing it in as deeply as
possible dozens of times until Isabel begged him to come as she neared her
climax. Isabel felt Jack constrict a second before she was filled with his
thick hot cum and they both lay amid the cobblestones and moss of the Ca’ del
Bello patio, looking up at the San Francisco moon. Isabel shivered, the sex and
alcohol high abated a little as Jack covered her with his jacket and gathered
their clothes.

Jack plopped
a Franklin onto the table and left with the rest of the grappa. Neither said a
word as they navigated the narrow path out of the courtyard onto a back street which
led to Jack’s car. Isabel walked barefoot, heels in hand, while Jack cleared
the path and lit the way with his iPhone. She grabbed a swig of Grappa as she
settled into the ride to who-knows-where. The digital display announced 12:05
a.m. Luca was already awake and the only reason he hadn’t yet texted or called
yet was because in his mind’s eye she was somewhere in transit, but not to a
houseboat in Tiburon.

“Where to?”
Jack asked.

“Bed,”
Isabel quipped with half a smile, wanting to sound older and more worldly than
her years.

“Sounds good.”
Jack smiled, turning onto a scenic road leading to docks and his houseboat.
Isabel was thinking hot shower and her own bed at the comp’ed Marriott. But
better than that was the chance to again get pummeled by the hottest older man
on the planet. She reveled in the quaintness of picturesque surroundings as she
wondered what he would do next.

His
houseboat was the first in a line of many. A small walkway led to a large plank
and outdoor deck from which one could enter through either front or back door.
It was bigger than Isabel expected with lots of open space and perfectly
polished wood floors leading to a bedroom and office/studio. The art was big
and modern and the furniture was large, Scandinavian and expensive. Between the
office and bedroom was a typically spacious wine cooler.
NorCal,
Isabel
thought.
They’re into their wine.

“Make
yourself at home,” Jack said.

“Hungry,
thirsty? Can I get you anything?”

“I’m good
but I could use a shower,” Isabel said.

“I can do
better than that. Check this out,” Jack said revealing a pristine Jacuzzi.

“Looks
yummy.”

Jack did a
quick rinse of the tub, threw in a handful of bath salts and dimmed the
lights. 

“It’s all
yours. Can I get you a glass of wine, water, anything?”

“Maybe some
wine,” Isabel said.

Jack came
back with a bottle of Gavi di Gavi. He poured one glass for Isabel, another for
himself and watched as she sipped her wine and tested the percolating water
with her toes. He left for a moment and came back with huge, fluffy bath towels
and a turquoise silk kimono.

“This looks
like it’s about your size,” Jack said as he hung it next to the tub.

Without
ceremony, Isabel left her clothes in a pile and melted into the bath, immersing
completely, and letting the jets pound her neck, hair, feet and limbs. She came
up for a few sips of wine and then went back under to play mermaid while Jack
checked his email long enough to give the girl some space. Make-up off and
playing in his tub, Isabel took on an even more girlish appeal than when she
was perfectly dressed and coiffed for her trans-Atlantic flight. 

Little did
she know, Jack was sneaking peeks of her bathing, particularly when she found
that special jet. At first, Isabel had the bright idea if she positioned her
pussy where the super jet could flood her vagina it would flush out Jack’s cum
and she would be squeaky clean for her flight tomorrow, no one knowing of her
little indiscretion. Then, it dawned on her she would have to revisit the
Jacuzzi or simply take her chances because the night wasn’t over yet. As the
jet took its effect on the right place, Jack was enjoying spying in his
new-found Lolita evoking pleasure from a jet in his oversized tub. Bam. Jack
was fully erect again.

Jack stepped
into the tub, penis in the direction of Isabel’s mouth as he bent over to scrub
her back. She took the unwritten invitation and wrapped both hands around Jack’s
penis and deep throated him. He watched the scene in a mirror on the other side
of the bathroom exciting him even more. 

Isabel
stepped closer to her favorite jet and positioned her clit over it, offering
her ass to Jack who immediately licked the star-shaped opening until he could
get a finger, then two into it. Once he was sure Isabel’s ass could accommodate
the enormity of his cock, he pushed the tip into the perimeter, easing his way
into her ass until he could glide in and out of her with relative ease. Isabel
moaned in pain for a few moments finding relief from the mounting jet-induced
orgasm. Jack, turned on more, entered her forcefully.

Within
minutes, Jack had Isabel by her tiny waist as he thrust wildly inside her. He
grabbed her entire mound in his palm as he pounded her over and over again
until he came. Selfish? Maybe. But Isabel loved it. Exhausted, she worked
toward the orgasm Jack distracted with his violent thrusting. It was her turn.
Jack licked her pussy until she moaned in ecstasy.

It was time
to take a break.

It was still
too early for the fog to lift when Isabel jolted awake from a dream.
Oh my
God,
she thought,
I’m going to miss my flight!
Fact was, she didn’t
even know what time her flight was and whether or not she had already missed
it. 

Truth be
told, right here and now she no longer cared. The fog obscured any notion of
time other than it was clearly light out and must have been morning. After last
night’s folly, it might well have been afternoon. Isabel found the borrowed
silk robe on the floor next and her clothes neatly arranged on a chair on the
other side of the room.

Jack did a
good job ridding the house of telltale wine and grappa bottles by the time the
house phone rang. She considered who he was talking to.
Was it her? The
trophy wife? A mistress? A business call? So, who was this guy, anyway?
she
wondered. 

It really
didn’t matter, she concluded. It was carpe diem time. 

“Coffee?”
Jack asked.

“I could use
some,” Isabel said.

“Starbucks
or regular?”

“Starbucks.
Shouldn’t we be at the airport already?” she asked, feigning responsibility.

“Technically,
yes.”

“Do you have
any idea when our flight leaves?”

“In a few
hours, unless you want to take a later flight.”

“Are we
leaving now?” Isabel asked.

“That all
depends on if you’re a good girl or not,” Jack teased.

“What? What
do you mean?” Isabel asked.

“I’ll get
you on that flight, but you need to do something for me.”

“What’s
that?”

“I’ll show
you.”

Jack grabbed
Isabel firmly by the wrist and led her to his office. He took the wrist he was
holding and handcuffed it to the top of his chin-up bar and then the other.
Naked, Isabel shivered as fog turned to drizzle and drizzle to rain. Clouds had
become darkly ominous and Isabel wasn’t sure she liked this new game, that is
until Jack pulled out a small cat-o-nine tails whip with which he traced the
contours of her body. 

Isabel’s
nipples were hard as rocks. Her skin crawled with goose bumps. She shivered. He
knew the whip would hurt more on a cold body. The thought of this hastened his
erection, which, by now was visible, new jeans notwithstanding. He looked a
little older today, Isabel thought. Jack was her first
older
man, at
least older than her twenty-seven year old husband.

His first
whip strokes were mild. They didn’t even leave a mark. He walked around her
body, randomly swatting her buttocks with the whip, then her thighs, her back,
her breasts. The strokes got stronger and his erection got even harder. Isabel
couldn’t help but become aroused as he varied lashes with caresses followed
with hand spanks, all the while taking breaks to pinch, bite and pull her hair
and tits. 

There it
was, the swelling. Jack could smell it before he reached down to feel the
warmth of her engorged vulva. This little kitten was a live-wire. He would have
stopped at a few lash strokes and jacked off on her lovely young body, but this
was going to have to last him a while. He gagged her, part for visual effect,
part to keep her yelps somewhat muffled, as he took the whip to her buttocks
hard.

Isabel could
not speak. She sobbed softly, but, it was evident the pleasure outweighed her
pain. Her nipples stayed at full attention and when Jack crammed his fingers up
her pussy, it was sopping wet.  By now, he knew the path to her soft spot and
massaged it ferociously. Her body shook.

Jack dropped
his pants.

“Grab onto
the bar,” he ordered.

Isabel
complied.

“Don’t let
go or I’ll really let you have it.” 

She nodded.

“Spread your
legs,” he commanded and she complied.

Jack grabbed
on to Isabel’s thighs and buttocks, pulling her onto his cock again and again
until he came. It ran down her legs when he let them go.

“Now lick
this up.”

Isabel,
feeling used, licked his cock and balls of the residual cum. She wanted to
leave, or rather, she had to leave. She had a honeymoon waiting and long,
beautiful Luca to get to know better. But something inside of her didn’t want
to go. She wanted to feel the full wrath of 4C’s sexual fury and see where it
would take her. Her secret desire was the Paris flight be delayed.