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The Jewel Thief by Angela Blake (6)

Chapter Six

 

The way he pronounced her name, the authority in his voice, made her heart skip a beat.

His hand gripped her jaw in a firm hold, “Answer me.”

Why was he like this? And why did she like it when he ordered her?

“Yes.”

“Do you know what I intend to do to you?”

Her lips curved in the faintest of smiles, “Fuck me?”

The sweet way she said it made his cock turn hard immediately and he could tell that she would be a very good submissive in bed. The things he could do to her. The things he could teach her.

His hand bracketed her neck in a hot possessive hold, branding her, “Well, yes. Eventually. I would like to have you screaming my name, but there’s more.”

“More?” Her words were a bare whisper, her mind trying to function hearing his promise.

“I asked you something yesterday.” He murmured, his lips barely grazing hers, his breath hot on them. “I will strip away all these burdens you carry. I will strip away every responsibility that sit on these delicate shoulders.”

He pressed an open mouthed kiss on her jawline, “I will take everything away and the only thing you need to worry about is pleasing me, obeying me. You give me the control and I will give you the freedom you crave.”

Another kiss on her neck, wetter this time, making her unable to think, a soft moan escaping her lips.

He pulled away, and watched her, his green eyes intent and hot with desire, “Tell me. Will you give up control tonight, to me?”

Give up control?

She wanted to.

God knew, she wanted to.

“H-How?” She hated the stutter in her voice.

“Well,” he traced her collar bone with his finger, “It’s not hard. We’ll try different things. See, which are comfortable for you. But this is about trust. You need to trust me not to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” A tinge of fear in her voice.

He smirked, “Sometimes pain can be a catalyst to pleasure. Let me teach you.”

She found herself nodding.

Taking her hand, he drew her towards the stairs. Her lips trembled and her eyes were heavy with desire, making it harder for him to contain himself. But he needed this just as she did. So, he forced himself under control.

He didn’t walk her towards the bed.

He watched her for a few seconds as she stood there, feeling naked the ay his eyes moved over her.

“Take off your blouse.”

She paused for a moment too long because he frowned, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Her fingers moved to the buttons and she quickly undid them, shrugging off the clothing item onto the floor.

Sean nearly groaned at the black lace against her fair skin.

“Now your jeans.”

She felt a little uncertain, but the order in his voice was absolute and for once, she did not want to be in charge of something. She just wanted to stop thinking for once.

This past year had taken too much out of her.

Always careful of what she was saying. Never being able to talk to anyone of her own family’s betrayal. Always on the lookout for some other barb thrown her way.

She stepped out of her jeans.

“You’re beautiful,” Sean told her.

She let go of the attitude she held close to skin, and looked a little uncertain.

Julian had certainly had a lot of problems with how she looked. Deep inside, his words still fed her own insecurities, although she never showed them.

Her jaw was gripped in a firm hold, and Sean’s eyes were disapproving, “This is our space, our time. I will not lie to you, Danielle. You need to trust me. Whatever, whomever you are thinking of, stop.”

She broke eye contact with him, and Sean gritted his teeth.

Maybe, he could show her another way.

He pulled her towards the mirror, and stood behind her.

“You want to know what I like about your exquisite little body?” He ran his hands down her sides, and rested one on her flat belly.

“For starters, I like how your skin is so pale. It will carry my marks all over it, and I plan to leave plenty.” His hand snaked up to grip her throat in a tight hold. It wasn’t painful, but she took each breath with a little more effort. His lips were by her ear, and she could feel them move as he spoke to her.

“When I spank you, your pretty ass will be all red and I plan to spank you a lot.”

Danielle swallowed.

“And then there are your breasts.” He used his free hand to fondle one, and pulled at the hardened nipple, twisting it, making her gasp out.

“They fill my whole palm. See?” He showed her. “I plan to fuck your breasts as well. I’ll paint you with my cum.”

Her cheeks were flushed at the deliberate way he spoke of each part of her and described to her what he intended to do with it.

His fingers trailed down to her pussy and he suddenly grabbed her panties and pulled them up, making her cry out at the sudden abrasion on her clit. The shock of that electricity that jolted through her, had her trembling.

She saw him move his finger lower, all the while, smiling casually, and his hand parted the barrier that covered her most secret spot, and ran a finger over her slit, back and forth.

Her breath was becoming more and more uneven, as she waited, hoped he would slide a finger inside.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he gathered all the moisture that was dripping down, on his finger and brought it up to her mouth.

She stared at his eyes in the mirror and he quirked a brow.

She parted her lips, and he slid the finger inside.

“Be a good girl and suck off your juices, why don’t you?”

She found herself obeying, helpless against the onslaught of sensations that his hands and words were bringing her.

His eyes looked pleased and it thrilled her in a way that she couldn’t quite understand.

His lips curved, and he finally released her mouth, his lips murmuring, “I plan to do a lot more with those red lips of yours, than just suck my finger, Danielle.”

He turned her around, this time wearing a serious look on his face, “Any time that you feel you need to stop, say ‘Blue.’”

“Blue?” She repeated, a little confused.

He cupped her face, “It’s your safe word. I’m going to push you and push you, but if you can’t do something or you want to stop, you will use the safe word. I’ll stop immediately.”

“What is this?” She asked him, grabbing the hands that framed her face, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “I’m not like this. I don’t behave like this.”

He kissed her softly on the lips, and he smiled, “You’re an independent woman, Danielle. A strong woman. But sexually, you’re submissive.”

When she blinked, he chuckled deeply, “It’s not a bad thing, and it’s not something demeaning. If with the right person, it can be a beautiful thing. I’m a dominant. All you have to do is trust me. These games will not leave the bedroom. When you walk out of here in the morning, you will be the same sassy woman who is running her own business, and who has a spine of steel. But here,” he trailed a finger over her soft cheek, “I’m your Master. And you are mine.”

His words didn’t anger her, but instead brought a sense of freedom, and she kissed him back, a soft touch on the lips, “’Blue’. I’ll remember it.”

“All right then.” He trailed a hand over her sides. “Since this is your first time, we’re going to start things off slow and easy.”

She nodded, her blood heating in anticipation.

He was still fully clothed.

“You’ll call me ‘Sir’. Is that clear?”

They had started. She saw the hard look in his eyes, one that demanded obedience from her, and a shiver ran down her spine, “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He stripped off his shirt and threw it to one side.

Her lips pursed when she saw the hard muscle that the piece of cloth had hidden. She wanted to run her hands over it, lick those well defined abs. His chest held a light sprinkle of dark hair and she wanted to curl her fingers in it.

“No touching. You don’t get to touch me.”

She stilled and her eyes flew to his. There was a smug satisfaction there at seeing her reaction to his physique.

When her eyes moved lower at the hardening bulge in his jeans, he wanted to tell her to suck it. His cock grew even harder at the thought of her hot little mouth worshipping his cock, but he liked it rough and he didn’t want to scare her off.

His eyes flew down her body, landing on that pert little ass of hers.

A slow smirk formed on his face.

He sat down at the edge of the bed, and beckoned for her to come to him. When she stood in front of him, eyeing him like one would a rabid dog, not knowing what he was thinking, he ran his hand up her stomach, cupping her breast, and playing with the nipple.

Her breath caught as he teased the nipple until it became painfully hard, and she found herself whimpering.

“Have you ever been spanked, Danielle?”

She shook her head, and he twisted the nipple a little harder, making her gasp out at the sharp pain at the gesture that was laced with pleasure.

“No, sir.”

“Then I would say you are long overdue. Lie here.”

He settled her on his lap, and when she wriggled a bit, he pressed a hand on the small of her back, making her still.

“We can lose these,” He murmured, taking off her panties, completely exposing her to him.

Her plump rear looked delicious, one that was made to be broken in and trained to pleasure him. He caressed the soft skin, running his hand over the round curve and revelling at where he had her, across his knee.

“Let’s see. You didn’t thank me for the gift I gave you, did you?”

Her mind tried to remember what he was talking about before she recalled the pipe. Had she thanked him? She hadn’t.

“No, sir.”

“Should I punish you for that?”

Her words were more of an uncertain answer than anything, “Yes, sir?”

He stroked her rear once more, “You will count.”

Count?

She realized what he meant when he brought his hand down in a strong open slap on her butt cheek, making her yelp. Her long shuddery inhale amused him.

“O-one.”

“What was that?”

“One, sir?”

He stroked the red cheek, pleased, “Very good.”

He kept a steady and relentless pace, long broad strokes as he smacked her, pausing in between when the skin turned too red, to massage it.

She counted, and her voice turned wobbly.

But at the same time, her legs rubbed against each other, making him smile.

After ten hard strokes, he knew another one would be pushing it, so he gently soothed the inflamed skin. There were no tears on her face, but an entirely different place was wet and dripping.

“I can feel your pussy dripping all over my lap,” he told her.

He parted her legs as she whimpered and then pressed a finger against her enlarged clit, making her moan. Inserting one finger inside her pussy, he pumped it a few times before pushing in the second finger.

She was so fucking tight!

He nearly groaned at how her wet pussy was squeezing just two of his fingers.

Fucking her with the two strong digits, he watched her face in the mirror. Her eyes were begging as he finger fucked her, her lips parted as she moaned at the sharp pleasure he was dragging out from her willing body.

His fingers started moving easily within her slippery folds and grinning, he inserted a third finger and started working her.

Her cries were soft, but helpless, as she mewled.

Her hands were clutching at his strong, jean clad thigh, as he used his fingers in creative ways, making her gasp out broken versions of his name.”

When she finally broke, the cry was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, but it was still far from a scream. And he wanted to hear her scream.

He threw her onto the bed , and then turned her over so that she was facing the bed, in one swift movement. Grabbing her hands, her placed them above her head, ordering, “Don’t move them. If you do, you won’t enjoy that punishment.”

Her fingers curled into the bedsheet in response.

She was facing the mirror and she both saw and felt him pulling her hips up. He was one his knees, and her eyes watched the way he unzipped his jeans, and then took out his hard cock.

It was big, and looked terrifying and for a few seconds she was terrified it wouldn’t fit in her.

She moved to speak the safe word, but she stilled.

She didn’t want to stop.

Her mind was so relaxed right now.

There was no pressure of anything. There was no nothing.

It was just her and Sean in this room.

Nothing else existed.

And she wanted that.

So, she told herself to trust him like he’d asked.

When she felt the blunt head poke at her pussy, she inhaled sharply. But he moved slowly, gently, easing it into her.

When he was completely inside of her, she had no choice but to let out a moan.

“I feel so full.” The words were torn out of her.

Sean smirked, and then smacked her backside with an an open handed slap, making her whimper out, “Sir.”

He gave her a few beats to adjust to his size and girth.

And then he went to town.

His strokes were long and hard, and then short and slow. She couldn’t keep up with his changing rhythm. Her fingers clutched onto the sheets as she lost herself in the way he pounded her pussy, taking away her ability to think.

Her pants and moans filled the room, along with the sounds of skin slapping against wet skin. Sean held himself in control, as he drew her pleasure out. He held off her orgasm, slowing down when she was on the verge of tipping over the edge.

Her cries grew in volume, as he just fucked her hard.

Suddenly, he reached out his hand and gripped a fistful of her hair, dragging her head back. It was a painful grip, but one that reminded her he was still in charge. His cock jackhammered into her pussy and his burning gaze was locked on her helpless one in the mirror.

“Sean!”

He smacked her ass and it was harsh sound in the room.

He rode her like there was no tomorrow, and she screamed his name over and over again, till finally he relented and let her come.

Her body collapsed on the bed, but he wasn’t done yet. His balls were turning blue with the effort he had exerted to hold himself in check.

He flipped her over, and his hand on her throat, he rode her hard and fast, drawing out orgasm after orgasm, till she was a blubbering mess, unable to string one thought with the other.

And finally, he released in her.

Falling on his side, he gathered her, and brought her into his arms, as she trembled violently. A soft kiss on her cheek, he nuzzled her throat, showing her affection that she needed.

Her heart beat slowly started to slow down and he heard her subdued whisper, “Can I touch you now?”

His chuckle was soft and low, “Have at it.”

Her eyes were wondering as she ran them over his pecs, his nipples, his stomach, her nails raking over it, making him hiss in pleasure.

Her eyes looked up at him, “Do I have to keep calling you ‘Sir’?”

Sean studied her, amused by her curiosity, “No, you don’t. Not now.”

“Okay.”

He watched her as she explored his body, and then finally settled in his arms.

“Is that all there is to it?” She asked, drawing invisible circles on his chest with her finger. “You spank me and I call you ‘Sir’?”

He laughed, his accent thick in his voice, “Hardly.”

He settled her on him in a way that she was laying on his stomach, and he played with a lock of her hair.

“This is about control and trust. There are scenarios we can play out. I can spank you, whip you, flog you. But only if you are willing. I can tie you up and play with you for hours, leaving you on the edge, and not letting you come. I can train your ass till it becomes another hole I can fuck. The point is that I will only do all those things if you trust me not to hurt you. That is why I gave you a safe word. You can use it to stop me.”

Danielle squirmed on his chest, and he put a hand on her back, stroking it, “I will stop then. It doesn’t matter if my balls are blue at that point.”

“I liked it.” She told him, a little hesitantly.

He stole a kiss from her, “There’s nothing to be ashamed about if you enjoyed it. You’re supposed to enjoy it.”

“I don’t know if I would like to be flogged.” She murmured.

Sean’s fingers trailed down her ass, towards her pussy, and he dipped a finger in, making her take a sharp breath, “Seems you like the idea just fine.”

He slowly fucked her with one finger, watching her intently and her mouth opened as she panted and squirmed, helpless against his touch.

A small smile on his lips, he asked, “How about if I tie you up, and fuck you with an ice cube?”

She fell apart in that instant, gasping out his name, and he smile grew broader, pleased, “Good girl.”

She lay on his chest gasping for breath when he offered his finger to her to clean and she did so, sucking on it, while he just watched her.

“I have never met anyone who is as responsive as you are.” He told her, and she blushed.

“Yes, well. I didn’t know I had a kink.” She muttered, and he laughed, delighted by the annoyance in her tone.

“Darling, you make it sound like a bad thing.”

 

 

 

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