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Naughty Tonight(12)

By:Alyssa Brooks


Taking one of the clamps in hand, he adjusted the tension, not wanting it to be too tight as he applied it to her clit, just enough so it was snug and wouldn’t fall off.

She moaned in wonderment, adding on a heated whisper, “The vibrating thing?”

“You know it.” Thinking about her earlier assumption—electrocution—he secured the second vise to the loose skin at the entrance to her vagina, just so, and left it hanging there, pulling at the hot flesh it would soon shudder into oblivion. “I’m curious. Would you?”

“Would I what?”

Oh right, she couldn’t read his thoughts—though sometimes it seemed like it. “Let me shock you?”

She was tensely quiet a moment, as if taking the time to let the question sink in. “Well, Jackson…I don’t imagine there’s anything I wouldn’t allow, not when it comes to you.”

Those words were the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. “Then maybe one day we will try a little spark with our sex.”

One day. The unintended promise made Jackson quake on the inside as he loosened the knot securing her hands, bringing them beneath her to the control switch.

Guiding her fingers, he explained, “You can turn it on…” And he did, making her jump and squeal as clit and pussy shuddered with little trembles. Bringing her fingers with him, he slid the dial higher, inciting raspy cries of delight. “And you can turn it up. As you please.”

Then he was back between her legs, widening her stance on her knees and nestling his cock along her rectum. The bud clenched as he smeared Satiny Smooth along her crack, using two fingers to push the liquid inside her, spreading it around.

How tight she was on his fingers. How glorious she would feel around his cock.

Unable to wait any longer, Jackson slid free, replacing his fingers with his cock. With ease, he pushed into her one inch at a time. Ever so achingly slow, so not to hurt her.

Her little huffs of delight pleased him immensely, making some unnamed emotion well within him. How compatible they were…through and through.

Never could he be more pleased at the way her body accepted him, gripping but opening up, permitting a deep entrance, and Jackson settled in her ass as if he belonged there.

Once he was as far as he could lodge, he stayed himself, just feeling the pressure the taut channel exuded. Little vibrations as she sought her own pleasure. The way she twitched that bottom as if to say, “Where you at?”

He could have stayed like that, buried in her warmth, forever.

But as his cock reminded him, he had a woman to punish still—damn her.

“Turn it higher,” he commanded with a harsh slap of the paddle, realizing she’d dropped the control. And it wasn’t a request. “The highest it’ll go.”

Kimmy reared up and cried out, making a furious rush to obey him as he smacked that ass again, retreated then sank deep.

Ah ecstasy.

Sheer oblivion.

That was how he took her, slow and easy and deep, his cock pushing in and out that transfixing tunnel as his paddle clapped trademarked flesh.

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

In and out…slow and deep…

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

In and out…slow and deep…

How intensely she clasped him. How powerful she made him feel.

How much he wanted the red name enflamed on her ass to signify something real.

That overwhelming desire only drove him to spank her harder. Harder and harder and harder, keeping his cock plunges careful almost impossible. He wanted to fuck her with all the passion he felt, welling up inside, taking over.

Damn her for dancing on that table. Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Damn her for making him do this. Making him love her completely. Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Damn her for changing everything. Them. Him. Life as he knew it. Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Damn her for ruining everything. And for making it so exquisitely perfect…if only for a night.

Thwack, thwack, thwack! Thwack, thwack, thwack!

And finally—thank God, because Jackson was getting so carried away, he could hardly keep his head about him—Kimmy was mewing and quaking with a second orgasm. Her pleasure satisfied him intensely, knowing he’d given her double.

Only when she yet again collapsed beneath him, completely spent, did he let go and allow himself to thrust faster. To take what he really needed. Three quick strikes and he blasted with ecstasy. Buried deep and jerked with a mind-blowing orgasm that blurred the edges of reality. Darkness ebbed, satisfaction reigned, and somewhere distantly Jackson heard the cry, “Damn you, Kimmy! I love you!”





Chapter Four



“Get out.”

That was how Kim woke up, yanked abruptly from the most satisfying sleep she’d experienced since before college, when she was a teen who could sleep ’til noon.