Chastity Belt (6 page)

“I’m going to unlock you,” he said as he slid the key into the lock and twisted. He grabbed the metal with both hands and slid it off her, leaving her fully naked before him. She moaned as he pressed his thigh against her clit until she was practically straddling his leg right there in the kitchen.

He lifted her up by the waist as easily as if she weighed nothing at all and she gasped as her ass hit the cold granite countertop. It felt soothing against her still-tender skin. He stepped in between her legs and she smiled as his thick, hard cock came within a millimeter of her pussy.

“Fuck me, Jonathan,” she whispered.

“Wait there,” he said, stepping back. “Don’t move a muscle.”

Georgia groaned as he turned and walked over to his pants, which were still in a rumpled pile on the hardwood floor. Did he have any idea how great his ass looked when he bent over like that? She heard the crinkle of cellophane and knew he had put on a condom. Just as quickly as he had stepped away, he was back and pressing his sheathed cock insistently up against her slick pussy.

He grabbed her hips and thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to the back of his neck as he withdrew and then buried himself inside her again. He fucked her so hard she was on the verge of coming within moments, letting herself melt into him as he lifted her bodily and walked with her wrapped around him out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” she asked, missing his deep thrusts already even though the feeling of him walking with his cock still inside her had a very nice effect as well.

“I don’t want to come yet,” he said. “And if I keep fucking you like that I will. So I’m taking a break.” He stepped through his bedroom door and dropped her onto the bed, where she lay sprawled with her legs open.

“Nooo,” she whined. “I don’t want to take a break.”

He laughed softly. “I said
I
was taking a break. Don’t think for a minute that you’re going to get a break.”

Her eyes widened.
What did that mean?
He flipped her over so her ass was up in the air. “So,” he said, caressing her ass, “were you jealous when I spanked Casey?”

“No,” she lied.
How did he know?

“You have quite a bit to learn about how to deliver a real spanking,” he said as his hand came down on her left ass cheek, causing a warm sting. “You were just playing with her, like this,” he said, slapping her other ass cheek, warming it but hardly hurting her a bit.

She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. “I can take it harder than that, Jonathan. You don’t need to play nice with me.”

He didn’t smile, just brought his hand down so hard on her ass that she fell forward from the blow with a shriek. “Really?” He spanked her again and again until she realized she was crawling forward on the bed to get away from his hard hand. She squealed as he picked her up and threw her over his knee, his hard cock pressing into her lower abdomen as he held her tightly with his arm wrapped around her, one hand buried underneath her and playing with her clit while his other delivered another merciless blow.

“Damn, you have an amazing, amazing ass,” he said as he stopped the spanking and just continued to make her writhe over his knee from the constant motion of his fingers on her clit. “Get up,” he ordered.

She jumped up, her knees shaky and her ass cheeks burning, and looked at him.

“I want you to get on the bed on your hands and knees—facing away from me.”

Okay, that sounded like trouble. Georgia laughed nervously but did as he said. She felt open and vulnerable kneeling like that in the middle of the bed. Turning to look over her shoulder, she shook her head to get her hair out of her face and watched Jonathan with interest.

He came up behind her and she gasped as she felt his fingers slide deep into her cunt, stroking her carefully. “Relax around my finger,” he said softly, and as soon as he said it Georgia knew what he was up to. Her heartbeat raced as she felt his finger, slick with her wetness, circle her asshole and then press forward.

Oh my. That feels incredible.
Georgia moaned with pleasure and bucked her hips against his long finger, trying to increase the sensation.

His rhythm faltered and Georgia looked back at him, wanting him to keep going. “Don’t stop, I like it,” she said.

“Good.” He poured a huge dollop of lube over his fingers and dipped two, then three slick digits into her ass. She moaned, loving every second of it as he carefully prepared her tight channel.

“Come on,” she groaned when his fingers slipped out of her asshole. “Fuck me.”

“I’m just getting lubed up for you, sweetheart,” he said and then she felt the head of his hard cock, slippery as promised and covered in latex, replace his finger as he eased into her asshole. A bloom of dark, erotic pain flowed through her as his thick cock stretched her wide. She inhaled sharply, loving the filling sensation as he fucked her slowly and carefully.

“Damn it, Jonathan, I’m not a china doll,
fuck
me!” she said, squealing as he slapped her ass and thrust into her, reaching around and fingering her clit with one hand as he held on to her hip with the other as if he were riding in a rodeo.

Georgia gasped as an orgasm came over her, clenching her muscles around his cock. “Come on me, baby,” she gasped. “Rip that condom off and come on me.” He moaned at her words, pumping only a few more times until he pulled out of her with a grunt and ejaculated on the small of her back.

His cum sat on her spine like a puddle of warm syrup and she stayed in position on her hands and knees, breathing deeply and focusing on that one warm spot as the aftershocks of her orgasm washed through her.

“Sorry about that,” Jonathan murmured as he used what was probably four hundred thread count Egyptian cotton sheets to wipe his sticky cum from her back.

She laughed and rolled onto her side, pulling him down next to her. “Don’t be sorry, I like it. I begged for it, remember?”

“You like my cum on your body?”

“Love it.”

Jonathan smiled and kissed her. “Tonight was fun.”

Georgia nodded and looked into his gorgeous brown eyes. “I promise you I’ll see you again—you don’t need to put the chastity belt on me.” It was true—he didn’t need to. But she wanted him to. Could he see it on her face, in her expression?

Jonathan shook his head. “I believe you want to see me again. What I don’t believe is that you have the self-control not to masturbate while you’re not with me.”

She sat up. How did he know her so well already, when they were practically strangers? “Oh all right,” she sighed.

He raised his eyebrows. “You mean you’ll consent to wearing the chastity belt again?”

“Yes. For you, yes. Since it’s obviously so important to you,” she said.
And I want to make you happy.

His smile then was worth the inconvenience. “That’s wonderful. Thank you,” he said, grabbing her hand in his and kissing it reverently.

“Can I go clean up first?”

“Of course,” he said, gesturing toward the bathroom. “And since you like anal play so much, I’m going to reward you for consenting to the chastity belt by putting a butt plug in you before I lock you up. I have a very large one that I think you’re ready for.”

Georgia’s mouth dropped open. “You want me to wear a plug all night?”

“I told you earlier that you were going to learn a thing or two about sore assholes, didn’t I?”

* * * * *

She laughed. Damn, this man was something else, that was for sure. “That thing is huge,” she said, eyeing the plug warily. It had to be several inches thick at its widest part. Much, much thicker than his cock, and that was saying a lot.

“Let’s let gravity do the work then,” he said, walking to the corner and pulling a straight-backed wood chair away from the wall. With a flourish, he removed the small pillow from the back of the chair and stuck the base of the butt plug to the seat.

“You can’t be serious,” she said as he poured lube in his hand and stroked it over the plug, which sat erect on the chair somehow. He wobbled its firm, rubbery length but it didn’t tip over. Must be suctioned.

“Just hover over it,” he said, “and lower yourself nice and slow.”

Georgia stood over the chair as if she were ready to sit and spread her thighs, lowering herself until she felt the tip of the plug slide into her asshole. Not so bad. She dropped lower and gasped as her sphincter spread wide, her thigh muscles burning as she forced herself to go as slowly as humanly possible.

“It’s too wide,” she said, frozen in place three-quarters of the way down the plug. Her quads trembled with exertion.

“Allow me,” Jonathan said. He put his hand on her shoulder and, while he definitely wasn’t pushing her down, simply having his hand guide her gave her the courage to continue. He dropped his hand to her nipple and caressed it, flicking it lightly.

She gasped as her ass cheeks hit the wood chair and grinned. “It’s in.” Georgia sat up carefully, easily breaking the suction seal the base of the plug had made with the chair. “Oh wow.” She felt
full
—and it felt amazing.

Jonathan smiled and patted her bottom, spreading her cheeks, fingering the flared base sticking out. “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “I’ll put the belt on you and I want you to spend the night.”

“Really? Are we ready for that?”

“It’s just one night, Georgia. I’m not asking you to move in or anything.”

She blushed. Of course. No biggie. “If you lock me up in the belt, how will we consummate our first all-nighter together?” she teased.

“I’ll just have to be a gentleman,” he said, picking the chastity belt up off the floor. Her stomach fluttered pleasantly as he clicked the metal into place. There was something about this chastity belt that was growing on her—the feeling of being
his
.

The fact that she had the plug in her and couldn’t remove it until Jonathan gave her permission and physically unlocked her was such a turn-on that she stepped up to him, suddenly needing to feel him between her legs once more—but she couldn’t slake her desire with another orgasm. Not with the belt on.

She looked up at him. “We can still kiss, though, can’t we?”

His lips against hers, hot and sweet, were answer enough. “You, Sweet Georgia, really are a glutton for punishment.”

Jonathan actually ended up removing the chastity belt in the middle of the night, pulling the plug out with excruciating slowness as she moaned in the dark. But before she could come again, he locked her back up. She wailed in frustration but he kissed her cheek and told her he’d take care of her at the club the following evening.

Georgia woke up to Jonathan’s alarm clock buzzing. She rolled over sleepily, but Jonathan jumped out of bed and opened the drapes, letting the sunshine stream in over her face.

“You’re welcome to stay if you want,” he said, “but I’ve got to go to work.”

“No, I’ll go,” she said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She winced as she looked at the white cotton pillowcase, which was now smeared with her black eye makeup. “I’m sorry.”

Jonathan laughed. “The housekeeper’s coming today anyway, she’ll do the laundry. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.”

Oh. Of course.
She tried to smile to cover the inexplicable disappointment she felt. What did she expect? He obviously wasn’t a virgin. And neither was she.

“Come here so I can unlock you,” he said.

She rolled out of the bed and walked over to him, naked except for the chastity belt. “You don’t have to unlock me.”

He laughed. “I need to check your skin and make sure everything’s okay,” he said as he unlocked the belt and pulled it off her. “After you shower I’ll put it back on you. I told you it was staying on for a week, and I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” she said, sighing with pleasure when his fingers gently caressed her labia as he inspected her inch by inch. “There’s no way I’ll have the self-control not to masturbate before tonight otherwise.”

“Go shower,” he said, giving her a quick smack on the butt. “I’ll make coffee.”

Jonathan watched as she sashayed into the bathroom. How had this turned so quickly into…whatever the hell it was? First she was pissed that he put the chastity belt on her—that he could understand, because even though she had told him the idea turned her on, he knew the reality was a bit more daunting than the fantasy. What was a little more difficult to get, though, was what exactly had happened that made her sing in the shower, ready to come out and allow him to lock her up again?

She
wanted
the chastity belt, there was no denying that, despite her halfhearted protests. He certainly hadn’t counted on finding a woman like Georgia. It was a bit disconcerting—but he had to admit that knowing she was willingly submitting to his fetish turned him on. There was something about this woman—he had known it the moment he saw her, despite the fact that she had been spread-eagle and being licked by every gentleman in GC. Or hell, maybe because of it. Sex would never be boring with Georgia.

The shower was running when he knocked on the bathroom door.