Chapter Ten
“May I have yours?” Topher widened her eyes as she stared at Jamie, hoping she had the “hungry puppy” look nailed.
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.” Scooping half of his berries and cream, he shoveled it into his mouth, not looking at all guilty for eating the dessert he could’ve given to her.
“But mine’s all gone.” Instead of his berries, all she got was a reprimanding look for the whine in her voice. “One bite?”
“No.”
Her next begging comment was interrupted by Ben, who’d raised his voice so they could hear him across the table and down three seats.
“Any new movie roles, Coco?” he asked. Although she thought there was a condescending edge in his words, she decided to ignore it for the sake of family peace.
“No, but I have some auditions lined up for after New Year’s.” She gave him a Tophie smile. Hopefully, her bimbo persona worked for getting out of awkward conversations with family members as well as mobsters and their daughters.
His frown brought a familiar tightness to her belly, making her glad that Jamie had been a greedy Gus and hadn’t shared his dessert. As always, being around her parents had reduced her to an insecure twelve-year-old. Topher reached under the table and grasped a fold of Jamie’s pants at his knee, using the handful of fabric as a high-end security blanket. Jamie went still, his spoon poised above the parfait dish, his eye narrowing as he looked back and forth between Topher and her stepfather.
“You’re twenty-one. Shouldn’t you be outgrowing this acting nonsense?” He took a bite of his own dessert without showing any sign that his taste buds were orgasming as Leigh’s creation deserved.
“Twenty-two,” she corrected, trying not to allow her vapid grin to shake around the edges. Barb exchanged a smirk with her mother, and Peyton, although she kept her expression impassive, leaned slightly closer to Ben as if trying not to miss a word. Topher’s fingers tightened around the expensive fabric she was clutching as she mentally apologized to Jamie for turning that spot on his pants into a wrinkled mess.
Instead of apologizing for missing her birthday five weeks ago, Ben just gestured emphatically with his spoon. “Exactly.”
Jamie set down his own utensil and pried her hand free of his pant leg. Reluctantly, she released her grip and was rewarded when his fingers tangled with hers.
“It isn’t ‘nonsense,’” Jamie countered in a calm voice that was belied by the tension in his squeezing hand. “Tophie’s an excellent actress.”
With an almost inaudible snort, Ben took another unappreciated bite of dessert. “So are the other millions of women who think they’re one audition away from being the next big thing.”
His fingers tightening until his grip was almost painful, Jamie sat back in his chair. “Since Tophie supports herself, I can’t see how it’s any of your business.”
Ben’s face darkened until it was nearing the color of brick. He opened his mouth to reply, but Tommy Marchant interrupted before things got even uglier.
“Speaking of actresses, did you hear about Delayney Dupris? Sixteen years old and back in treatment for the third time. The sources are saying that this time it’s for sex addiction.” There was a lustful gleam in his eyes as he passed on the nugget of gossip, and Topher ducked her head to hide the way her nose scrunched in distaste. Despite the ick factor of Tommy’s pervy, pedophile tendencies, though, he did succeed in turning the conversation, so Topher was reluctantly grateful to him for that.
“Kids nowadays.” Ben finished off his dessert. “Drugs, alcohol, indiscriminate sex. I saw it with Coco’s friends. They grow up being handed everything. If they don’t have to work for it, they won’t appreciate it. Bet they wouldn’t be blowing all their money on cocaine if they had to buy it from their Dairy Queen earnings.”
Tiny gave Barb an indulgent smile. “It’s hard not to spoil our little girls, though.”
“No,” Ben snapped. “It’s not hard at all. You just have to have a little self-discipline.”
It was Tiny’s turn to flush red. “Are you saying I don’t have self-discipline?”
Giving Tiny Mike’s arm a pat, Cecelia gave a nervous titter. “Of course not. There’s nothing wrong with indulging our babies. Your Barb is a darling—and so thin.”
“Shall we move to the theater room?” Julia stood. “The Golfinis were kind enough to bring a copy of Terris Aitkin’s newest film.”
Tommy made an impressed sound as he rose. “Down Below? That won’t even be out on DVD until March. I heard Dove Berand is excellent in it. She was gorgeous back in the day.”
“Back in the day?” Julia echoed, her forehead scrunched in confusion. “Isn’t she only twenty-five?”
With a nervous laugh, Tommy shrugged. “Of course, she’s still pretty enough now. Which way to the theater?”
Except for Jamie and Topher, the rest of the guests rose and followed Julia out of the dining room. Topher was relieved to see that Tiny’s face was back to its normal shade, and even more thankful that Ben’s inquisition was over. When she turned her head after watching Tiny’s bulldog-lookalike bodyguard disappear through the doorway, she found a spoon hovering in front of her face.
Frowning at Jamie, she asked, “Is this pity dessert?” Instead of answering, he just smirked at her. She shrugged and closed her lips around the spoon, groaning with pleasure when the taste hit her tongue. Jamie slid the spoon free and replaced it with his mouth.
Topher’s eyes wanted to roll back into her skull. Combining Leigh’s cooking with Jamie’s kisses was like stacking bliss on top of bliss. It was so good, she was surprised her brain didn’t explode from pleasure overload. All too soon, though, Jamie pulled back. With a small sound of disappointment, Topher tried to chase his retreating lips, making him chuckle.
“Would you hate it if we missed the movie?” she asked.
“Definitely not.” Standing, he held a hand out to Topher.
Taking it, she pulled herself to her feet, but she didn’t stop when she was upright. Instead, she followed the momentum until she was plastered against his chest. His hands swept down her back to cup her butt. As he lifted her off the floor, she gave a squeak of surprise. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her legs circled his waist, gripping him like one of those latch-on bear toys that she’d hooked to her pencils in elementary school.
He walked them both out of the dining room, heading for the stairs leading to the bedrooms rather than the lower-level theater.
“Your stepdad is kind of a dick,” he said conversationally.
With a choke of startled laughter, she shook her head against his neck. “He’s just... Ben. After all, I’m not exactly the model daughter he’d hoped for.”
“You’re fine,” he stated with such confidence that tears burned the back of her nose and eyes.
“Thanks.” With his skin right there, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to kiss him. After all, this was her Jamie-Bear. Touching him whenever possible was pretty much irresistible.
When her lips brushed his throat, she felt his chest expand from a quick inhale. Smiling against his skin, she explored, trying to determine what type of touch in which exact spot would draw the greatest reaction from him. Jamie, she discovered, liked things on the rough side, especially in the areas thickened by scar tissue. It was like a science experiment, she decided, gently closing her teeth on his collarbone. A very hot science experiment.
“No.”
Jamie had just climbed the first few stairs when the female voice brought them to a halt. Topher drooped in disappointment, and she felt Jamie sigh even as his grip on her tightened.
“But, Jules...” Topher full-out whined. They’d been so close to escape.
“You two are not leaving me with that group,” Julia whisper-yelled. “It’s bad enough that you both disappeared before dinner, leaving me to duck the various cooking utensils that Leigh throws at my head every time I even peek into the kitchen. You are not going to sneak away to your room for some sexy fun time when I’m stuck in the theater with the most obnoxious guests in the history of the world!” Her voice rose at the end, bringing up Topher’s head in surprise. It was the closest she’d ever heard Julia come to an actual shout.
“Okay, Jules,” Topher said carefully. “You can put away the scary eye-lasers of death. We’ll go watch the movie and suffer along with you.” She wiggled to let Jamie know she wanted him to put her down. Instead of releasing her, he pulled her tighter against him. “Jamie-Bear, you can’t carry me around in front of everyone. It’d be weird.”
Although his grunt sounded annoyed, his grip loosened as he allowed her feet to touch the floor. Giving him a grin, Topher straightened her dress that had once again turned into a shirt. He didn’t smile back. Instead, he bent and kissed her hard. By the time he raised his head, Topher had forgotten pretty much everything except a need for more kissing. From Jamie’s faint yet extremely smug smile, she looked as brain-wiped as she felt.
“Uh, right. So we should probably, I don’t know, go?” she babbled, moving to link arms with a slightly less crazed-looking Julia. “Watch the movie? And chit-chat with unpleasant guests?”
“I keep trying to think of what terrible thing I’ve done to deserve being trapped here with these people.” Julia sighed and leaned her head closer to Topher’s as they walked toward the stairs to the theater with Jamie following close behind.
“It would’ve had to have been something super-extra bad, too. I mean, we haven’t known each other for very long, but you don’t seem like the type of person to, like, bomb an orphanage or something. It would take a lot to build up enough bad karma to have to deal with the Golfinis, Peyton, my parents and creepy Tommy Marchant.” Topher couldn’t hold back a shudder. “By the time the holidays are over, you’ll probably qualify for sainthood.”
“Not if I kill them all first,” Julia muttered darkly. Although Jamie chuckled at that, Topher gave the other woman a sharp look. Julia had sounded a little too serious for comfort.
“What movie are we watching again?” Topher asked, more to move the conversation away from guest-icide than out of curiosity. She knew it had been mentioned earlier, but she’d been distracted, as usual, by her surprisingly touchy-feely Jamie-Bear.
“Down Below.”
Both Jamie and Topher groaned in unison at Julia’s response.
“Seriously?” Topher whined, and Jamie didn’t even chastise her for it that time. Apparently, Down Below was bad enough that he considered whining an appropriate response. “Isn’t that the movie about the miners who get trapped after an explosion, talk about the meaning of life for two hours—”
“Three hours,” Jamie interrupted.
That information brought an even whinier edge to her voice. “Three hours? Ugh. And don’t the miners all die in the end?”
“Don’t give away the ending!”
At Julia’s protest, Topher stared. “Every single person in the world already knows that everyone dies at the end of Down Below. You’d have to be, like, one of those non-talking monks living on a mountain with other non-talking monks to not know the ending. No, I take that back. Even those monk guys know the ending of Down Below, and they all silently agree that the movie sucks super-big monkey balls.”
Julia gave a huff of amused exasperation. “Fine. They’re all going to die. We know that they’re all going to die. Most likely, we’ll all wish we were dead long before they die in the movie. I don’t care. You are going to suffer right along with me until everyone is dead, do you understand?”
“Yes, Jules,” Topher agreed meekly. Drill-Sergeant Julia was scary.
Despite that, Jamie looked more amused than frightened as he directed Topher with a hand on her back toward the stairs leading to the lower-level theater. “To our deaths, then.”
* * *
“That was horrible.” Topher lay on Jamie’s bed, sprawled on her back in the same position in which she’d landed after falling onto it a few minutes earlier.
“The movie or the company?” Jamie’s voice came from the bathroom. The door was ajar, giving Topher quite the view of his boxer-brief covered buns if she twisted her head just right.
“Both.” She craned her neck until his whole backside was in sight and then smiled. “Definitely both, although the company was worse. No, the movie was worse. Wait—there was that really awful and awkward few minutes when Tiny was making inappropriate jokes about the miners’ probable gayness. That was the worst. It also made me wonder if Tiny’s on the down-low. Maybe with his hovering security guy? The one who looks like the love child of The Hulk and a bulldog?”
“Disturbing image.” He walked into the bedroom, catching Topher in mid-ogle. She really couldn’t resist though—his front was even more appealing than his back.
“Uh-huh,” she muttered, having completely lost track of the conversational thread. Scars interrupted the smooth flow of skin over his chest, stomach and thighs, but that didn’t detract from his perfection. Instead, it seemed to highlight the strength of the muscles beneath his marred skin. Topher scanned him from his bare feet—even his toes were oddly sexy—up his legs, over the bulge distending the black fabric, across the tight muscles of his stomach and chest. It was only when she reached his face that she realized from his clenched jaw and averted gaze that something was wrong.
Sliding off the bed, she stood, the Malibu trim of her sleep set—this one mint green—drifting into place around her. Although she wasn’t a natural seductress, she pulled on every one of her acting skills to channel her inner sex kitten as she made her way across the room to Jamie.
Surprise had erased some of the stress in his expression, Topher was happy to see. It made her even more determined to wipe away his tension completely. In her bare feet, she only reached his chest, but she decided that she could work with that.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice reduced to a low rumble. A shiver of delight worked its way through her at the thought that she could affect him so intensely just by walking across a room.
“Nothing.” Blinking up at him, her most guileless expression in place, she tiptoed her fingers up his bare chest, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to linger, to stroke and caress and maybe even pinch a little.
He rewarded her touch with a reluctant smile. When he glanced down at where her fingertips made contact with his skin, the small grin fell away. “Grisly, isn’t it?”
Her hand paused, and she looked up at him, startled. “What is?”
Silently, he gestured at the scar tissue that thickened the skin above dents of missing muscle tissue.
“No.” Her lips brushed one scar a few inches from his left nipple. Unable to resist, she moved to the small nub and sucked at it until he gasped. “It’s not grisly at all. You’re beautiful.”
Topher knew that if she kept talking, she’d end up saying stupid and wrong things, so she put her mouth to work, instead. After playing with his nipple for a while, she moved to the left and took her time torturing that one. Her teeth came into play, making him hiss and groan in what she hoped were positive reactions. Honestly, though, she was too turned on to stop. Even if he was having a miserable time, Topher was going to continue touching and tasting him.
She made her way down his abs, licking the dip between the rises and making his muscles jump beneath her tongue. When she dropped to her knees and reached his waistband, he sucked in a breath.
“Tophie...”
Her name was a warning—one she ignored. Hooking her fingers in the top of his underwear, she carefully pulled the material out to free his erection before tugging the boxer briefs down to his ankles. Despite his earlier growl, he stepped out of his last piece of clothing willingly enough, leaving him completely stripped.
“Wow.” She leaned in close enough that he must have been able to feel her breath against his skin. “You’re huge. Like, porn-star huge. Not that I’ve watched porn—well, much. I mean, everyone has watched it a little, at some time or other. Usually, I find porn to be funny rather than a turn-on. If you were in porn, though, I’d think I’d like it a lot—in a sexy way.”
“Tophie...” His voice sounded strangled. “If you don’t stop talking about my dick, I’m going to come on your face like that porno you keep mentioning.”
Cocking her head while looking up at him, she considered that. Surprisingly, the mental image didn’t disgust her as it would’ve if the guy had been anyone but her Jamie. “Okay.”
His body jerked as if he’d been punched in the stomach. “Toph—” He sucked in a breath and tried again, this time more calmly. “Baby girl, I’m not going to give you a facial like I’m a fourteen-year-old with no self-control.”
“Okay. It’s not that I especially want you to come on my face.”
He made an odd-sounding groan, but she talked over him.
“I’m just fine with whatever you want to do to me or with me or on me,” she said, feeling her way as she spoke. Her words flowed from her brain to her mouth without any sort of filter in between, leaving her feelings hanging, raw and exposed, out in the open. “I figure that you can tell me what you’d like to try, and I’ll tell you what I fantasize about, and we can do...well, everything.” For two weeks, at least, a pessimistic portion of her brain reminded her, but she shut it down quickly. If it was going to be just two weeks, then it was going to be the most amazing, mind-blowing, orgasm-filled two weeks of her entire life.
The only sound he made was the hiss of another sucked-in breath as he stared down at her, so she figured that she needed to make her confession first.
“Okay...here goes. Well, obviously, I like all the daddy-little-girl stuff. The whole butt thing surprised me, but I’d be willing to play more with that, although I’d require patience and lots of lube.” It was too embarrassing to keep eye contact, so she refocused on his large and surprisingly attractive penis. “Uh, I wouldn’t mind messing around with food—especially if it’s Leigh’s food. Spanking sounds good—like, really good—but I don’t think I’d want to go any further than that in the pain department.”
She dared a quick upward glance to find Jamie staring at her like she would eye one of Leigh’s desserts—as if he wanted to savor her, eat her, and keep her forever, even as, at the same time, he couldn’t believe that she was on his plate. Dropping her gaze from his hungry one so she didn’t get distracted, she finished her monologue in a rush.
“So no on whips or, like, knives, but yes to chains or ropes or whatever. I’ve never been tied up, but I think I might like it...uh, a lot. I’d be willing to dress up as pretty much whatever you’d like, since—hello—actress here, so I’m used to changing characters. There are probably a ton of other things we could do—or not do, depending on what we’re into—but these were just off the top of my head.”
Wrapping his fingers around her upper arms, he lifted her to her feet.
“Um, it’s your turn now to say what kind of sexy fun times you’d like to try,” was all she was able to get out before his mouth was on hers. He walked them toward the bed, never releasing his grip on her arms. As Topher was forced to shuffle backward, she had the random thought that it was a good thing she wasn’t wearing her feather-strewn high-heeled slippers, or she would’ve fallen right on her butt and ruined the romantic moment. “Romantic” didn’t seem like quite the right word, though. There was hunger and need and lust, and everything seemed too raw and desperate to be considered sweetly romantic.
Then she was flying through the air, and all thoughts abandoned her brain. As soon as her back made contact with the bed, Jamie was on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His teeth scraped over her bottom lip, making her arch against him.
The contact felt so good that she wound her legs around his hips, holding him close so she could grind against him. From his rumbling groan, he was enjoying the dry humping as much as she was. Her pajamas consisted of a gossamer-thin wrap over an even less-substantial gown that ended just south of V-town, so her lack of nakedness was a technicality more than anything.
To her muzzy-headed surprise, Jamie didn’t attempt to undress her. His oversized hands made their way under hems and over the silky fabric. The barely there layers seemed to enhance the sensations caused by his touch, rather than detracting from them.
Straddling her hips, Jamie sat up and reached for the nightstand drawer. As he rolled on the condom, she watched with fascination as she absently ran her hands up and down his thick, well-muscled thighs.
“If you keep looking at me like that,” he warned, his words raspy, “I’m not going to last long.”
“That’s okay.” Her hand moved as if of its own volition to stroke his covered erection. “I won’t last long either.”
“Toph.” Her name came out as a drawn-out groan. He caught her wrist and pulled her fingers off of his cock. Raising her hand over her head, he pressed it into the pillow above her head. Her second hand joined it, and he switched so that only one of his hands was restraining both of hers.
Reaching with his free hand, he hooked a finger in the leg band of her panties and tugged the material to the side, baring her pussy. She squirmed, feeling uncomfortable at the exposure, but he didn’t waste any time before covering her body with his.
The head of his cock found her opening and started working its way into her. Topher caught her breath at the stretching sensation. Although he was taking his time, allowing her time to adjust after each advance, Jamie was huge and she was small. It didn’t hurt more than a pulling sting, but it was too much, too intense and big and scary. A flash of panic had her pulling her hands free and grabbing his arms.
“Wait!” she gasped. “Daddy, hold up for a second.”
Instantly, he stopped pushing into her. Propping himself on his elbows, he brushed her hair out of her face. “You okay? Am I hurting you?”
She immediately felt stupid for her fear. Of course he wasn’t hurting her. “I’m fine. You can keep going. Sorry.”
“Sure?” Despite her words, he didn’t move.
Already, her body was adjusting to his size. Giving her hips a tentative wiggle, Topher felt a shockwave—a very, very nice shockwave—ripple through her. “So sure. Really, truly, incredibly sure. So sure, in fact, that I might have to flip us both over and finish myself off if you keep sitting there like an unmoving lump.”
His eye narrowed. “A lump?”
Unable to hold back a giggle, she nodded. “A lump. A lump with a very big, very hard, very pretty penis, but still a lump.”
“I think—” finally, finally, he moved, driving his entire length inside of her “—that you’ve gotten pretty sassy, baby girl.”
Topher stopped giggling. Actually, she stopped breathing. He’d advanced so carefully before that final thrust that she hadn’t realized just how huge he actually was. It felt like his erection filled her entire body, hollowing her out with his steel-hard cock. Overwhelmed, she just stared at him and tried to breathe.
Although he’d released her wrists earlier, she moved her hands back to the pillow above her head. Taking advantage of her unusually passive state, he caught both of her legs behind the knee and pushed them toward her shoulders, folding her in half. In that position, he was able to shove an inch deeper, even though she didn’t think it was possible for him to penetrate her any farther.
She finally managed to suck in an unsteady breath as he withdrew, but that hard-won air was driven out of her as he slammed his cock home again. Doubled up as she was, each time their bodies connected, Jamie managed to smack against her clit. Breathing suddenly didn’t seem very important. All that mattered was the way he buried his iron erection deep inside her, bumping that nerve-rich nub of flesh as he did so.
Her fingers knotted together to keep herself from clutching at him. In her frantic brain, she knew she shouldn’t move her hands from the pillow, although she couldn’t remember why. She tried to shove her hips toward him, to meet his thrusts, but her folded body made it impossible. She was helpless, out of control, forced to take what he gave her, and it was amazing. Topher had never been so aroused in her life.
With his chest holding her legs in place, he lifted a hand to her mouth and pressed the tip of his index finger to her already parted lips. She sucked the digit in eagerly, her tongue rubbing the rough skin. As he withdrew it, she whimpered, wanting something—anything—of his in her mouth. Even with his cock filling her completely and then some, she still couldn’t get enough of him.
It was like he could read her mind. His now-slick finger moved to between her ass cheeks. Topher jumped at the cool, wet brush against her puckered hole and shivered, more from anticipation of what was coming next than from cold. He teased, circling her entrance with that blunt, damp fingertip and sending jolts of unexpected pleasure through her.
The almost-uncontrollable urge to beg him, to plead for Jamie to jam his finger into her ass, forced her to bite her lip to keep the pleading words from spilling. If he continued the teasing circles he was tracing, her entire body was going to combust into a roaring flame.
“Please,” she moaned, not able to take the light caress for a second longer. Forget her pride—she needed penetration more. “Daddy, please?”
“Please what?”
She was glad that his voice was rough. At least he wasn’t totally in control of his arousal as she squirmed, helpless and needy, on the bed. “Don’t tease.”
The maddening circles continued. Apparently, Jamie wasn’t going to make this easy on her. She attempted to arch toward him, to raise her hips and do the work herself, but he pressed his cock deeper inside her, subduing her effortlessly.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he ordered, petting her rear opening much too lightly.
Tell him? Actually say the words requesting that he do this really dirty thing to her? Topher had managed to ask in the vaguest way before, but there was no way she could give him specific directions like she was telling him how to reach Stanton Street and Vine in Los Angeles. Stubbornly, she clamped her molars together and refused to ask.
Instead of becoming angry, he looked amused and touched his mouth to hers, just back-and-forth brushes until her lips softened. As she relaxed and opened to him, he deepened the kiss, taking over her mouth in his usual take-charge fashion. As their tongues met, he began to move, removing his cock incredibly slowly until just the head was still lodged inside her.
Topher made a sound of protest. Just seconds earlier, she’d felt too full, stretched and panicky, but now she felt hollow and empty without the bulk of his erection inside of her. Her folded position made it impossible to wrap her legs around his hips and urge him to reenter her pussy, and she wriggled in protest of her helplessness. Her movements accomplished nothing. With a smirk, Jamie effortlessly held her in position with just the weight of his body.
“Daddy.” She pushed against his restraining weight as she tried to shove her hips toward him. Having his cock barely lodged inside her was driving her crazy.
“Ask.” Dipping his head, he scraped his teeth over a tendon in the side of her neck. The motion lowered his chest, pushing her legs closer to her body. Her hamstrings complained, but the burn in her muscles oddly drove her need higher. If she hadn’t been so frantic for Jamie, she would’ve laughed. He was turning her into a freaky little puppy, but she couldn’t say she wasn’t loving every second.
“Fine.” She tried to sound annoyed, but the word came out as more of a moan. “Please, Daddy, put your finger in me.”
“In you where?” His husky voice had disintegrated into a growl.
There was no use fighting it. If he didn’t shove himself back inside her soon, Topher was pretty sure she was going to die. Could someone die of cock deprivation? “In my ass.”
The hand that had been teasing her rear entrance smacked her butt cheek sharply. “Is that a word little girls should use?”
She jolted, startled by the sting and even more by the way the spank made her melt. “But you told me to say it, Daddy!”
“Try again.” His fingers explored her thighs, making her unsure of whether to expect a light pinch or a stroke. She could feel and hear her heart beating in her ears, so fast that it almost became a steady drone rather than individual thumps.
“Uh...” The movements of his mouth and hands made it nearly impossible to think of synonyms. “Please, Daddy, put your finger in my...bottom?” As she stammered the substitute word, she felt herself flush with embarrassment. Her tentative tone and childish term made her sound so young to her own ears.
When he gave her a wolfish half-grin and rocked his pelvis forward, however, all her concerns about sounding like a child disappeared. Her entire being was concentrated on Jamie and how he filled her. Once he’d buried his erection inside her pussy, he fulfilled her request and worked the tip of his finger into her other hole.
“Oh!” All her muscles tensed, making Jamie groan as she clamped around his cock. Even though she knew it was just his fingertip, it still felt huge sliding into her ass. “Wait, Daddy!”
“Shh.” The wicked burn in his eye made the normally soothing sound a mockery. “You’ll be fine. Just relax, baby girl.”
Relax? There was no way she could relax with a cock the size of a sledgehammer wedged in her pussy and a finger that felt almost as large worming its way into her virgin asshole. As Jamie worked the rear intruder impossibly deeper, she made a sound that was part whine and part moan.
Although there was no relaxing happening, there was definitely pleasure. Her feelings of fullness and discomfort and embarrassment melded together to create lust—an intense, overwhelming need that she’d never experienced before.
“Please.” She had no idea what she was begging for, whether it was more or less in her pussy or her ass. All she knew is that she wanted something from Jamie.
With a low groan, he slid both his cock and his finger out of her, making her give another one of her squeaky groans. Just as Topher thought he was going to leave her body completely, he reversed directions and slammed his cock back into her. A second finger joined the first in her back channel, feeling enormous.
Her eyes widened as she attempted to twist her lower body out of reach of his freakishly huge fingers. It was a futile attempt, though, since he had her pinned by his cock like a butterfly to a board, not to mention his brick wall of a body was holding her down.
“Daddy, no.” She wiggled even though she knew she wasn’t going anywhere. “Your fingers are too big. It hurts.” Despite Jamie’s moratorium on pouting, she felt her lower lip begin to slide out. She didn’t have much faith that her whining was going to get her anywhere, but he immediately pulled both his erection and his fingers from her body.
Instead of it being a relief, his retreat made her lip protrude farther.
“Why’d you stop?” she couldn’t help but ask, even as she flushed with embarrassment at how she’d just completely contradicted her last statement.
“You need a safe word,” he said, making her blink at him in surprise. “Something that isn’t ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or ‘don’t.’”
“Oh.” After considering it for a moment, she nodded. “You’re totally right. I want to be able to whine and complain and have you stick things in me anyway. I pick...uh, spaghetti.”
His laugh sounded choked. “Spaghetti?”
“Spaghetti.”
“Done.” Although he still looked amused, his tone was brisk, almost businesslike. “Unless you say ‘Spaghetti,’ I’m going to continue doing whatever I want to you.”
His words made the air catch in the back of her throat. “Okay.” When he continued to hover above her, his eye locked hotly with hers, she squirmed. “You can start sticking things in me again.”
This time, his laugh was more of a groan. To Topher’s relief, his hips surged forward and down, driving into her pussy. It was still an almost unbearably tight fit, but she started to crave it, that pulling, aching fullness.
The knowledge that she had to say her safe word before he would stop was liberating. She started to squirm, just a little at first, and then more and more until she was wriggling like a banked fish. Her efforts didn’t seem to make any impression on Jamie, who allowed his weight to press harder on her folded legs as he began thrusting.
“Daddy, stop,” she demanded, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn’t listen unless she started talking about pasta products. “Your thing is too big. It’s hurting me. Daddy!”
“What did I tell you about whining, little girl?” Even though he sounded a little ragged, Jamie kept the bossy tone that she loved so much. Her pussy tightened around him, clutching at his pistoning cock, and dragging a ragged groan from deep in his chest.
“No whining—ohh.” Topher’s moan of pleasure interrupted her answer when he rubbed against a particularly lovely spot deep inside of her, “No whining or I’ll get a...mmm.”
“You’ll get a what?” His commanding tone was still in place, but this time he also sounded a little amused.
“A sp—oh! Spanking!” she finally managed to answer, despite the growing pressure inside her. Each time he drove his cock into her, her pleasure wrapped tighter, her muscles clenching and her fingers working on the pillow. It was almost frightening, this unfamiliar buildup, since Topher knew that when she exploded...it was going to be big. Huge. Monumental.
“Exactly,” he said, although she didn’t think he was talking about the intensity of her upcoming orgasm. That was all she could think about, though, so the sharp smack to her exposed butt cheek took her by surprise. Her inner muscles must have clamped around his erection, since he gave a groan before slapping her other bottom cheek.
“Daddy!” she squealed, trying to twist out of reach. Like before when she’d attempted to escape, it didn’t work that well. Her bottom cheeks were in prime spanking position, and he didn’t let her squirm away from his punishing hand. Ignoring her protest and her wiggles, he dropped a flurry of smacks onto her vulnerable ass. “Stop, Daddy! It hurts!”
Instead of stopping, his spanking hand fell harder, until her rear cheeks burned with heat and she was sure her bottom matched her face, bright red from embarrassment and lust. Strangely, the warmth that spread from her abused posterior fed her need for Jamie, especially since he kept his cock buried in her pussy while he slapped her ass with his hand.
“Naughty girl,” he rasped, landing another spank. He began to alternate—a slap to her ass and then a thrust, making her burn on both the inside and out. A wail fought its way out of her chest as her climax overtook her.
Jamie’s strokes lost their rhythmic evenness, dissolving into a hard, slamming flurry that pushed her folded body higher on the bed. She barely noticed his roughness, though, since she was floating down from her orgasmic high. Jamming himself in as deep as he could go, he froze, his body arching as he came.
“Daddy...” Instead of being whiny or teasing or contrary, Topher’s tone was blissful.
In response, he gave a grunt, more and more weight lowering onto her. Before she could be completely mashed into the mattress, he pushed himself up enough to lower her legs. Topher was glad he’d taken responsibility for the task of straightening out her body, since she was as limp as a rag doll and didn’t think she could’ve moved any of her parts under her own steam.
Turning to his side, Jamie slid his hand across her sweaty belly and latched his fingers around her hip so he could roll her against him. Topher drifted in a happy, post-sex haze, enjoying his heat and the caress of his fingers along the length of her side. Eventually, though, his nearness was too tempting. With her face so close to his hairy chest, she couldn’t resist giving one of his nipples a quick lick.
“Baby girl...” His voice held equal parts warning and sleepiness.
She giggled. “If you don’t want me tasting you, then you shouldn’t look so edible.”
Lifting the hand he still had circling her hip, he shifted and brought his palm down on her still-burning ass.
“Ow!” She moved her hand to her abused cheek in a too-late gesture of defense. “Daddy!”
“If you don’t want me spanking you, then you shouldn’t act so spank-able.”
Still rubbing her abused posterior, she gave him her best pout. Leaning forward, he nipped her protruding bottom lip hard enough to make her squeak and press her thighs together as desire surged through her once again.
“Or bite-able?” she mocked, although she was unable to hold back a smile. Jamie was the epitome of bite-able-ness, so she knew she’d get her revenge sooner than later.
His rough tone changed from warning to heat. “Very bite-able.”
Before she could say anything else, his mouth came down on hers, cutting off any possible comeback. Topher didn’t mind being silenced—not at all. In fact, she dove into the kiss with all the enthusiasm she felt, finally getting to run her hands over his impressively muscled back. That little bit of control made her want more of it. Battling his tongue with hers, she tried to roll them both over so that she was on top.
It was like she was trying to move a boulder. Jamie kept control of the kiss and their position without any obvious effort. After struggling to take the upper hand, Topher pulled back and made a frustrated sound.
“Daddy.” It wasn’t a semi-whine or a potential-whine. This was a full-out, nails-on-the-chalkboard whine. “I want to be on top!”
“You’re not in charge, little girl.” He sat up and bodily turned her over onto her stomach. Her butt flinched in anticipation of another spanking, but the expected blows didn’t fall. “I will give you what you need, and you will take it—without whining.”
After that, it was difficult to hold her pout when Topher was so incredibly turned on by Jamie’s bossiness. Lifting her hips off the mattress, he manually moved her legs, one at a time, until she was on her knees and her chest, with her head turned to the side so her cheek rested flat against the bottom sheet.
Jamie left a hand on her lower back as he reached over to rummage through the nightstand drawer. Since her face was turned the wrong direction to watch him, Topher had to guess what he was doing by the sounds. She shifted beneath his hold.
“Be still.”
Although she tried, her body wouldn’t cooperate.
“Tophie...” That guttural warning tone was back.
“I can’t. I’m too excited. And you’re not making things any easier with your sex-master voice.”
He snorted a laugh as he shifted on the bed. When he spoke again, his voice came from behind her, so he must have found whatever he needed from the drawer. Her skin tingled and burned as she thought about what he might have pulled out of the nightstand. “Sex-master voice?”
“Please.” She tried to give him a look, but her neck didn’t twist that far. “Like you don’t know exactly how wet it makes me when you get all growly and raspy and bossy.”
Ever so slowly, his hand slid down her spine and over her tailbone. She stopped breathing, only to suck in a gasp when two fingers plunged into her pussy.
“Now I know,” he rumbled, using that same sex-master voice. Topher shivered and then sighed with disappointed as he withdrew his fingers. She heard a few sounds that whetted her curiosity, rather than satisfying it, and then his hand was back, slippery this time.
“Lube,” she said, the word a strangled squeak as she considered the most likely scenario in which she needed to be slippery. As he’d just confirmed, her pussy was wet enough to launch a ship down there, so the other option was...
Topher sucked in a breath as his slick finger pressed against the pucker of her ass. Although he wasn’t rough, he was insistent, and the digit forged into her back hole before she could decide if she was ready or not. The idea that her wishes were irrelevant was weirdly hot, and she tried not to think of how perverted she had to be to be aroused by Jamie’s tell-not-ask policy.
She only worried about her warped tendencies for a second or two, though, before the penetration of her ass took over all her thoughts. After sinking a single finger into her, he withdrew and added a second and then a third. Her bottom opening stung as it stretched, and Topher turned her head until her forehead rested on the mattress so she could grab a sheet with her teeth. She needed to bite down on something, and the bedding seemed a less painful option than her forearm.
Withdrawing his three invading fingers, Jamie shifted over her. There were more noises that Topher interpreted as him getting rid of the old condom and donning a new one before hopefully applying plentiful lube. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing what was coming. Well, not really knowing, since no one had ever put anything in her butt before, so this was a new experience for her. Fingers were one thing, but his cock was huge. How was it going to feel? She knew it would hurt, but how much?
By the feel of the blunt, lubed end of his erection pressing between her cheeks, she was about to find out. A panicked flutter of nerves had her dropping her hips and trying to skitter away from the coming intrusion. All that she managed to accomplish was to draw a couple of sharp smacks down onto her already red butt cheeks.
“Dad-dy.” Worry about what was to come made her voice squeak. Even to her own ears, she sounded really young. “Don’t put your thing in my bottom.”
The cracking sound made Topher jump, even as the sting from where his palm connected to her tender skin.
“Ow-w-w!” Despite her protests, despite the pain—or maybe because of it—tingles of pleasure radiated from both where her ass throbbed and where the tip of his cock was pressing.
“Quiet,” he ordered, and Topher tucked her lips between her teeth and bit down to keep the moan of pleasure from escaping. “I’m going to put my cock in your ass. This is happening, so relax and take me.”
This time, she couldn’t hold back her groan. It was too scary and awesome and painful and hot, all at the same time. There was something about being ordered to perform dirty, filthy things. That way, she could struggle and pretend to fight, pretend she didn’t want his thick cock sinking into her asshole.
“No, Daddy!” She twisted her hips to the side, managing to dislodge the head of his erection from between her cheeks. Her advantage only lasted a second, though, before he clamped his fingers around her hips and yanked her back into position. Before she could wiggle away again, he lined his cock up with her puckered back entrance again and pushed.
It felt huge—ten times bigger than it had felt stretching her pussy. She opened her mouth to complain but couldn’t suck in enough breath to form words. All she could do was make odd little gasping sounds as he worked his cock deeper.
“Fuck.” He sounded as if he was having trouble getting enough oxygen, as well. “That’s...incredible.” His hips jerked again, driving another half-inch of what felt like a baseball bat into her ass and shoving out the small amount of air that Topher had finally managed to draw into her lungs.
Bit by bit, he sank the intruder deeper, until it was all she could feel. It was as if Jamie was taking up all the space inside her, pushing aside her organs until she was just a receptacle built around his cock. It was invasive and painful and wonderful, all at the same time.
He paused, and Topher wondered if he was all the way inside of her. The still moment allowed her to adjust enough to take a shallow breath.
“Daddy...” She wasn’t sure if she was about to complain or to urge him to continue. Either way, she didn’t get a second word out of her mouth before he thrust—hard.
Her brain went white, overloaded by the sensations bombarding her, and she made a sound that was part grunt and part yell. It hurt—a lot—and her insides burned and ached and pulled as her body tried to accommodate the buried cock. It wasn’t all bad, though. A dark pleasure built in her, making her squirm with something other than discomfort.
His hips stilled over hers as his hands began to move. He stroked her sides and reached under her to tweak her nipples. The pinch of her overly sensitive nub made her jerk forward slightly, bringing her attention back to the tree currently lodged in her ass. Her movement had pulled her forward slightly, and he closed one hand on her shoulder to hold her in place as he jammed his cock into her so it was fully buried once again. She gasped at the friction, torn between wanting to hold still and needing to rock forward.
Releasing her shoulder, he ran his fingers over her side to her breast. There, he played with her other nipple, tugging and squeezing. Before Topher could decide if his touch was too hard or just hard enough, he slid his palm over her belly. Except for a short pause to circle his fingertip around her bellybutton, he continued to her bare, soaking and too empty pussy.
To her relief, Jamie didn’t tease her. So many sensations were coursing through her, muddling her brain and overloading her nerve endings. If he’d played with her, Topher’s head would probably have exploded.
Instead, two of his fingers immediately pushed into her pussy. With his cock in her ass, taking up all the space in her insides, just those two digits felt huge. She shifted forward to try to ease the intense stretch, only realizing too late that whatever slid out was going to have to go back in. Jamie thrust his hips forward, driving his groin back against her rear cheeks.
She moaned as both his cock and his fingers drove home, and the ball of his thumb ground against her clit. Without giving her a chance to recover, he withdrew slightly and then slammed back in, over and over, until the dark pleasure swamped Topher, erasing all the pain and shame and self-consciousness.
Her scream came out muffled by her locked jaws and the mouthful of sheet. As Jamie continued to thrust, her orgasm continued, ratcheting higher with the friction of each exit and the almost-unbearable fullness of each entrance. As her body clamped around his cock and fingers, his pace increased until he was pounding into her, flattening her boneless form and driving it into the mattress.
Topher didn’t mind. She liked the roughness, the wildness. At the thought of being his toy, his receptacle, an odd shiver of lust quivered through her and her body gripped his cock in a final, clamping squeeze, sending him over the edge.
“Toph...” He groaned, pressing his hips even tighter against her ass. “Baby girl.”
She cursed her position, wishing that she could see his expression, could wrap her arms around Jamie and hold him. Instead, she had to settle for feeling him shake and gradually lower his weight onto her back. That was nice, too—his heavy, sweaty body pressing hers even deeper into the bed. Although he’d withdrawn his fingers from her pussy, his cock was still wedged in her ass. It was strange how it had felt like such an intrusion at first, but now it felt...well, still a pretty big intrusion, but a comforting one.
Just as her eyes started closing, he shifted above her. She exhaled, feeling a combination of disappointment and soreness, as he withdrew his cock from her ass. When he climbed off the bed, she turned her head so she could watch him walk to the bathroom. As he washed up, she shivered. Her sweaty body was cooling quickly, but she wasn’t uncomfortable enough to move. In fact, she wasn’t sure if she could move with the way her muscles had jellified.
The cool air kept her from dozing, which she appreciated, since her awake-ness allowed her to watch a naked, completely unself-conscious Jamie walk out of the bathroom and back to the bed. Topher smiled.
The corner of his mouth tipped up in response. “You look happy.”
“I am.” She would’ve nodded, except her neck muscles had melted. “My man-blanket is returning to snuggle with me and keep me toasty.”
The other side of his mouth curved to match the first. “Man-blanket?”
“Yes. Otherwise known as you.”
With an amused snort, he reached for her hips and dragged her unresisting body until she was sideways on the bed, her feet hanging off the side.
“What—” she interrupted her own question with a yawn “—are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up, baby girl.” He set a damp, warm washcloth on her belly. Topher looked at him curiously, wondering if he was expecting her to do the scrubbing. If so, she was going to make a sad, sloppy job of it, seeing that her arm muscles were limper than month-old salad.
Before she could warn him of this, Jamie caught her legs beneath the knees and pushed them toward her chest. Once she was completely exposed, her knees to her chest and her feet in the air, he caught her ankles in one hand and held her in place.
The position reminded her of their earlier actions, and she blushed from her forehead to her toes. With him standing there, seeing everything between her spread and elevated legs, it felt different, more intimate, than their actual sex had been.
The washcloth touched her inner thigh, making her shudder for reasons having nothing to do with feeling cold. The damp, warm cloth swept over her skin like a terrycloth tongue, sending a surge of sleepy lust through her. With a low groan, she tilted her hips higher, pushing into each stroke.
“You like that, baby?” His voice was gravelly as he slid the washcloth between her folds, cleaning her with a thoroughness that was making her wet again.
“Yes.” She tried to tilt her pelvis so that she could press her clit against the cloth or his hand or anything, really, that she could rub on to create a little friction. Her efforts were foiled when Jamie pulled up on her ankles, making it impossible to rub against anything when she was dangling from his grip.
He shook his head. “Naughty girl. You were trying to get off again, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she admitted freely. “Why don’t you clean me right...there, Daddy?”
When his fingers touched the magic spot, she let her eyes close, ready for him to rub her into oblivion for yet another time that night. Instead, he pinched her clit sharply.
“Ow!” Her eyes snapped open. “Why’d you do that?”
Jamie was grinning, the ass, although his tone was not amused. “Who’s in charge here?”
Instead of answering, Topher allowed her lower lip to protrude. All this did was lead him to spank her.
“Ow!” she said again. “Daddy!”
“When I ask you a question, little girl, I expect an answer.”
“Fine.” Her lip remained out. “Wait...what was the question?”
After another hard spank, he repeated, “Who’s in charge here?”
“You, Daddy.”
“When do you come?”
“As much as possible, Daddy.”
Yet another spank. “Wrong. Try again.”
“When you let me?” she guessed.
“Correct.”
“That doesn’t sound nearly as fun,” Topher grumbled, earning another smack on the bottom before he finished cleaning her. As the washcloth circled her anus, she sucked in a breath. With her ankles caught in one of his hands and his other wiping her butt, she was reminded of other possible aspects of their little game.
“What?” he asked.
“What what?”
“You tensed. What’s wrong?” The cooling washcloth went still, staying pressed against her skin.
“Just...” She glared at the ceiling. How was she supposed to talk about this when she was so...exposed? “Uh... I was just wondering how far you wanted to take...um, things.”
“Things?” He must be finished cleaning her, since he lowered her feet so they hung off the side of the bed and returned the washcloth to the bathroom. Topher used his much-too-brief absence to think about how to rephrase her question.
As he moved back toward her, she blurted, “The whole daddy-baby thing. What else did you want to do to me or with me or whatever?” Her flush was mostly from the discussion topic, but it was also from how terribly inarticulate she’d just sounded.
Instead of answering right away, he lifted her enough to turn her so her head was on a pillow. Watching his face closely for any sign of disgust or embarrassment, Topher wiggled around until she could pull the covers out from under her. Her stomach clenched with nerves, and she berated herself for even bringing up the topic. What if he said something mocking or mean or implied that he thought her idea—and she—was gross? If he did, she’d curl up in a little ball and die like a salted slug. She pulled harder on the blankets, needing to cover up, feeling utterly exposed. Before she could tug them over her, though, Jamie lay next to her and took over blanket duty. Covered, she felt less vulnerable, although she still worried he’d say something that would make her cry. She snuggled into his side, wrapping an arm around his chest and tossing a leg over one of his.
Once they were settled under the covers, her face tucked into his neck, he finally spoke.
“Everything we’ve done together has been...” He trailed off, blowing out a breath that fluttered a few strands of her hair. “Good. More than good. Makes sense that if we tried...other things that they’d be, well, good, as well. Are there any—I mean, would you be interested...? Fuck. I’m making a mess of this.”
She giggled as the worried butterflies in her belly calmed. Of course Jamie wouldn’t say anything that would make her feel like a freak. He was much too kind for that.
“What’s so funny?” Despite his grumpy tone, his hand was gentle as it stroked her hair away from her face.
“You’re flustered. Usually you’re so...not flustered. Like, never-ever, not-at-all flustered.” She didn’t move her head as she talked, so her lips and breath both brushed against his skin. Goose bumps rose on his neck, making her smile.
“This is new,” he grumbled, sliding a hand down to her ass so he could pinch it hard enough to make her jump. “I’m getting hard thinking about things that I never would’ve imagined trying, much less enjoying.”
She snorted. “Preaching to the choir here, buddy. I’ve never even been spanked before you got a hold of me.”
“No wonder you’re such a brat.”
“Hey!” It was her turn to pinch Jamie. “I had to act like that.”
“Why?”
Topher debated the wisdom of telling him and decided to go with it. After all, Danny’s original—and stupid—plan was dead, buried, dug up, beaten, burned and reburied, so it wasn’t going to do any harm. Besides, she was pretty darn sure she wasn’t going to see any of the money Danny had promised her.
“Danny hired me.”
There was a beat of silence before he repeated, “Hired you?”
“Not in a hooker sense,” she hurried to assure him. “In an actress sense.”
“You’re actually not making any sense. Explain. Now.”
Although it was going to be awkward, she’d rather have this conversation than the sex conversation. “He came into the coffee shop where I work and said he had a job for me. I told him that ‘actress’ was not synonymous with ‘hooker,’ but he insisted that he just wanted me to come with him to his uncle’s house for the holidays and pretend to be his girlfriend, no sex required.”
“Keep going.” His tone was so neutral and even that Topher dared a glance at his face, trying to read how annoyed or angry or possibly livid he was, but his expression gave away even less than his voice.
“Um...okay. So, you know how you can’t stand Barb and her family?”
He closed his eyes, as if pained, before saying with exaggerated patience, “Yes?”
“Danny wanted me to be a super-annoying girlfriend, so you’d think Barb was a gem in comparison.”
His chest heaved under her arm as he sighed. “Idiot.”
“Hey!” She propped herself up so she could give him a look. Wincing, Jamie adjusted her so that the pointy end of her elbow wasn’t stabbing his chest. “Watch the ugly words. I was just pretending to be dumb. Okay, so I was mostly pretending, but that doesn’t mean you can call me an idiot.”
“Not you.” There was a strange noise that she realized was Jamie grinding his teeth. “Dan. That’s why he didn’t inform her that they were no longer dating.”
Twisting around so she was sitting, she cupped his jaw. “Right, because they never were broken up, although I think he’s regretting that now, and you need to stop torturing your poor tooth enamel.” To her relief, the grinding stopped, although he still looked extremely pissed.
“How much did he offer you?”
She shrugged. “A lot, but it doesn’t matter, since I wouldn’t take it now even if he offered, which he won’t, since his totally stupid plan went sideways, and he’ll need that money for Barb’s Botox injections and laser treatments after you cut him off. I’m keeping the five thousand deposit, though, since I’m missing a lot of work and I had to shop with his cranky carrot.”
Making a wordless yet still sarcastic-sounding noise, he looped an arm around her and pulled Topher down so that she was lying on top of him. “There’s no way that woman is going to stay with Dan if he’s cut off. If the money’s gone, then so is she.”
“Not to sound all catty and judge-y and not pro-universal-sisterhood, but totally. There’s no way the ginger bitch is sticking with broke-Danny.”
He smacked her bottom, his hand staying where it landed and giving her smarting cheek a squeeze. “Language.”
Although she tried to frown at him, her body had a mind of its own and wiggled enthusiastically against his. Giving up her attempt at pretending she was offended at the correction, she grinned at him. “Who knew I was such a spank whore?”
His breath caught and his hand grew infinitely heavier, pushing her against him.
“Again?” she asked breathlessly, surprised but not at all opposed to the idea of a third round.
“No.” Despite the denial, his body still strained to be closer to hers. “Sleep.”
“But—”
“If you go to sleep now, we’ll go riding tomorrow before anyone else is up.”
“Okay.” The promise immediately shut down her protests. “Good night, Jamie-Bear.”
“’Night, baby girl.”
Although his body under hers was a hard substitute mattress, Jamie was warm and she was tired. The stroke of his hand up and down her back was incredibly relaxing, too. Soon after she closed her eyes, she was asleep.