Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (80 page)

Jenna's Punishment

Jenna and her Best Friend's Father series

Ruby Foxx

Some secrets are worth pursuing,
especially when discovering them means you might be punished!

Copyright 2015 Ruby Foxx

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Letter to My Wonderful Readers,

I’m the alter ego of a New York Times best-selling erotic romance author. Think of me as the evil twin.

My other half may write erotic love stories that push the limits, but I don’t know what limits are. When you crave the titillation that only the fulfillment of your wildest fantasies can give you, look no further than my short, sexy stories.

I’m a very bad girl who will ignite your desire, propel you to the heights of passion, and leave you panting but satisfied.  You know what I mean.

My stories will bring you right to the heat, from foreplay to climax in a quick heady read that lasts exactly as long as it needs to. With so very much to do and so little time, a gentleman should not overstay his welcome.

Love,

Acknowledgments

Thank you to all the wonderful authors in this set who allowed me to include this bonus story for your reading enjoyment!  And thank you to Max, my inspiration in all my stories!  OXX

I picked up the box full of papers and carried it down the hall.

“Here, Jenna, let me take that,” Cade said when he saw me heading to the basement door. “I told you, I’d carry the heavy boxes.  You just stack them at the door.”

Cade took the box from me, the muscles on his strong forearms flexing as he took the weight.

“It wasn’t that heavy.”

He laughed.  “I already know you’re a hard worker, Lady Bug.  You don’t need to pull a muscle proving it.”

Cade was Molly’s dad.  Molly had been my best friend all through high school and I’d spent a lot of weekends in this house on sleepovers and just hanging out.  Cade had always made me feel welcome.  He’d once told me that he was really glad I spent so much time with Molly.  Since her mother was out of the picture, he was glad she had the female companionship.

He was a nice guy, and since I’d come back from college, I’d started seeing him differently.  He wasn’t just nice he was… well… sexy.

I flushed at the thought, even as I watched his tight butt as he walked down the stairs with the box in his arms.

Molly was studying overseas and wouldn’t be home this summer. I had stopped by to say hello to Cade when I got back in town for the summer, knowing he’d be missing Molly, and when I told him I hadn’t been able to find a summer job, he’d offered me work helping him de-clutter and reorganize his big house.

I returned to the den where I’d been tidying up the file cabinet.  I turned to the two tall bookshelves, wondering where to begin.

“Why don’t we knock off for the afternoon?  I thought we might go for a swim,” Cade said.  “You brought your bathing suit, right?”

I smiled.  “I’m wearing it under my shorts.”

His gaze lowered to my shorts, then glided down my long, naked legs.  God, was he checking me out?

If only.  I sure had been checking him out over the past few days.

But that was crazy.  I had to stop thinking like that.

I followed him through the house to the sliding patio doors, then out of the cool air into the hot sunny afternoon.  I walked across the stone patio to the pool, then stripped off my T-shirt and shorts and tossed them on the lounge chair.  I glanced at Cade, who was peeling off his shirt, revealing an incredible six pack.  I just stared at his sculpted abs as he dropped his jeans and stepped out of them.

My gaze slipped to his bathing suit, and his package becoming clearly visible as I stared.  I shifted my focus to his face, worried he’d seen me staring, but his gaze lingered on my bikini top.  Heat washed through me as I wondered… if I stepped toward him right now…

I turned and dove into the pool, needing to cool off really fast.  What the hell was wrong with me?  I’d known Cade for years.  He was my BFF’s father, for God’s sake.

But as my head broke the surface of the cool water, I realized that I was an adult.  And he was an adult.  If we were attracted to each other, what was the problem?

I swam to the shallow end of the pool and saw Cade sitting on the side, dangling his feet in the water, watching me.  I could just imagine walking toward him…stepping between his knees and stroking his trunks.  He was in the perfect location.  I could just stand in front of him and lean forward…

I drew in a breath.  Man, I had it bad.  But I didn’t want to do anything to ruin the long-standing relationship we had.  One I valued very much.  I knew Cade would always be there for me.  Always willing and able to offer advice or help if I needed it.  Like giving me work this summer to help me with college.

Anyway, he probably thought of me like a daughter.

I floated on my back, enjoying the hot sun on my skin.  Surely I was imagining his heated gaze on my body.

After enjoying the pool for about twenty minutes, I got out of the water and sat at the table under the umbrella.  Cade dove in the pool and I watched him swim laps until he stepped out of the water, streams of droplets gliding down his broad, muscular chest.  He grabbed his towel and dried off.

“You want a vodka cooler?” he asked as he headed for the house.

I’d turned twenty-one about a month ago and had discovered I liked vodka coolers.

“Yes, please.”

He returned and set the cold bottle in front of me, then sat across from me with his beer.

“You’re doing a great job organizing the den,” he said, then took a long sip.

I smiled.  He was always so encouraging.  “Thanks.  It looks like I’ll be done in a day or so.”

“Don’t worry about that.  It’s a big house and I need you to go through the whole thing.”  He took another sip of beer.  “I’ve been meaning to for a long time, but it’s tough to be motivated on your own.”

“So I’m your motivation?”

He chuckled.  “Sure thing.  A pretty girl can motivate a man to do most anything.”

My eyes widened and his expression grew serious.

“Jenna, hey, you know I didn’t mean anything by that, right?  I just mean it’s hard to find the time.  But with you here willing to manage it all and do all the heavy lifting…”

I laughed.  “Actually, you’re the one who insists on doing the heavy lifting.”

“Well, once we get the den done, I’ll be leaving the rest up to you while I work.”

He’d taken a few days off work this week to get me going and be available for questions, putting the den as the first priority since that’s where he worked.  I didn’t know what Cade did—some kind of consulting he’d said—but he did very well.  This house was huge.  And everything in it was high quality.  Granite countertops in the kitchen, solid wood furniture, tasteful artwork.

“You just have to promise,” he continued, “that you’ll leave any heavy boxes by the door so I can carry them.”

“I can handle heavy boxes.  I’m not a little girl, you know.”

His gaze drifted to my breasts briefly, but he dragged it away.  “Yes, I know.”

* * *

I stepped from the shower and dried off.  Oh, damn, I’d left my clothing out by the pool.  I glanced at my bathing suit floating in the sink where I’d left it to rinse.  I really didn’t want to pull on that wet thing again.

I sighed and wrapped the bath towel around myself.  Cade had gone out to do some grocery shopping and had told me he probably wouldn’t be back until after I’d gone home.  I opened the door and peered out, then hurried down the hallway to the kitchen, and out the patio doors.  I picked up my clothes from the patio chair, but then glanced around, and decided to pull them on right here.

I leaned over and stepped into my shorts, then pulled them up.  As I was fastening them, the towel slipped away and fell to the ground.

Damn.  I leaned over and picked it up, then turned back to the chair.

“Jenna.”

I glanced up at Cade’s shocked voice, then my cheeks heated as his gaze glided over my naked breasts.

Oh, God, I was both mortified, and extremely turned on.  His gaze locked onto my nipples as they peaked to hard nubs.

Then he spun around.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

I grabbed my top and pulled it on.  “It’s okay.  It wasn’t your fault.  I forgot my clothes out here and thought… well, it doesn’t matter.  You can… uh… turn around.”

Slowly, he turned back to me and I noticed a huge bulge pushing against his jeans.   And his gaze wavered over my breasts as he tried valiantly not to look at my hard nipples pushing against the thin cotton of my top.

“I…uh…should get going,” I said.

“Do you want a ride home?”

“No, I… well, I am in a bit of a hurry.”  I was meeting a friend for a movie and I was already running late.

As he drove me home, neither of us talked.  My breasts ached with need and my nipples stayed stiff and hard.  But Cade pretended not to notice, even though I saw in the mirror that his gaze would shift to my top every now and then.

Finally, he stopped the car in front of my house.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Uh huh,” I said, then fled the vehicle.

* * *

That night, the mildly sexy dreams I’d been having about Cade turned into full erotic escapades.  In my dreams, when he saw me standing there half naked, he stripped off his shirt and jeans revealing his big, stiff cock.  He strode toward me, then dragged me into his arms and plundered my mouth, his thick cock pressed hard against my belly, my breasts crushed against his muscular chest.

Then he pulled down my shorts and buried his face in my completely bare pussy.  I moaned at the feel of his tongue stroking my intimate flesh, then his fingers thrusting into me.  Soon, his big cock pushed inside me and he drove deep and hard.  Filling me again and again until I moaned in pleasure.

I woke up feeling so needy, I stroked myself to orgasm, then lay gasping in the bed.

When I got to Cade’s house that morning, as soon as I saw him, I couldn’t help my cheeks turning red.

When Cade saw me, he frowned.  “Jenna, I’m sorry about yesterday.  I really don’t want it to be weird between us.”

Weird?  God, I wanted it to be intimate and sexy and… Damn it, I had a full-fledged crush on him.  I realized I always had.  But now, it was heightened by intense lust.

I wanted to strip off my clothes and beg him to take me right now.

But Cade wouldn’t do that.

“It’s okay.  It’s all good,” I assured him.

I threw myself into working that day, sorting through his bookshelf, packing up the older books, sorting all the nick knacks he’d gathered over the years and setting them on a table for him to sort through.  Finally, I turned to two boxes of printer paper he had on the floor in the corner with several color ink cartridges on top of them.  The man liked to buy in bulk.  I opened his storage cupboard and saw it was already full.  I frowned.  He wouldn’t want to truck down to the basement every time he ran out of paper, but there was nowhere here to keep these things.

I carried one of the boxes filled with books into the basement, then when I came back up, I stopped at the door next to his den.  Maybe it was a walk in closet.  My aunt had a big house with a walk-in closet on the second floor for general storage.

I tried to turn the knob, but the door was locked.

“What are you doing?”

I glanced around at Cade, who seemed to have appeared from nowhere.

“I was looking for somewhere you could store supplies like boxes of printer paper.”

“Not there.”

“Well, can I look inside?” I asked.  “Maybe I could shift things around—”

“No,” he said, cutting me off.

I frowned.  “You said you wanted me to organize the whole house, so I assumed that meant the closets and cupboards, too.”

“Not there.  It doesn’t need organizing.”

“Okay.  I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right, Jenna.  It’s just… private.”

Private?  Damn it, now I was dying of curiosity to know what was in there.

* * *

Days went by and the dreams continued.  Actually, they got hotter.  I woke up every morning aching with the need to feel his big cock inside me.  Driving into me.  Making me come.

I also couldn’t help speculating about the room.  He’d said it was private.  Did he have old mementoes in there?  Maybe of his ex-wife?  But that didn’t make sense.  They hadn’t parted amicably from what Molly had told me.  Maybe baby pictures of Molly and school artwork she’d done for him over the years.  But he would hardly keep those things locked away.  And I couldn’t understand why he would keep them hidden from me.

I cleared out one of his spare bedrooms that morning, culling the accumulated collection of doodads to about half, then packed away the rest.  I drove the boxes of things he’d cleared to be given away to the Goodwill store, then returned to find Cade cooking burgers on the grill.  I sat down at the table on the patio and we enjoyed lunch together.

“I just found out my friend is coming to visit me next week,” he said “so I was wondering if you could work through the weekend helping me get the place ready.”

“The bedroom I was working on this morning is all ready for a guest.”

“That’s great, but I usually put my friend in the one on the main floor.  It has its own bathroom and gives us more privacy from each other.”

That’s what I was afraid of.  That particular room had accumulated a lot of clutter and would take a fair bit of work to clear up.  It would probably take the better part of the weekend.

“Sure, I can do that.”

He smiled.  “Great.  I knew I could depend on you.”

* * *

Late Friday afternoon, as I taped up the box I’d just finished packing up, I realized part of me had hoped that Cade had invited me to work through the weekend with… uh…ulterior motives.

My attraction to him was growing, and the way he watched me when he thought I wasn’t looking sent heat thrumming through my body.

I gazed at the framed photo of Cade with another man, one of the few decorative items on the book shelf that Cade had chosen to keep in the room.  He’d told me that the other man in the photo was the friend who would be visiting next week.  Hot damn, his friend was just as attractive as Cade.