PA Expose - a full length erotic novel with submission themes (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels) (10 page)

Cally heard herself laugh, only partly hysterical.

Holy shit. That had never happened before, Jake admitted to himself. Women frequently resisted, but by this stage of training, no woman he’d ever had in his hands had ever tried to completely manipulate the situation like this. He had totally underestimated Cally Hammond in his arrogance. He had allowed his attraction to her sexually to undermine his full awareness of her intelligence, her potential for self-fulfilment, her downright animal cunning. God, she was going to have to pay for this.

Jake was as angry at himself as he was with Cally. And she excited him. How many women had the ability to do that any more?

He’d wanted her screaming beneath him when she came, and that was exactly what he’d got. Except she had made it happen. Not him. It was the wrong way around. He should have been in control of it. Of her. But she had controlled him, directed his responses. She had made him confused, then angry. She had made him spank her, because she wanted it, not because he did. And that spanking was for real. She had got to that eruption of an orgasm because she wanted to, when he had planned to make her wait even longer to achieve the prize. She had made him fuck her. Now where did he go from here?

Jake rolled off Cally. She lay exhausted below him so he yanked her to her feet. She looked so satisfied, so replete, that it would take an age to get her back to the needy state of being where he could control her responses, until her will was broken enough for her to accept Mathers as her master.

Jake had to laugh himself. He wasn’t happy with Mathers getting such a hot little fox anyway.

He backed Cally into a chair. ‘Sit there and don’t move.’

Cally couldn’t have moved at that moment if she tried. It was as much as she could manage to raise her eyelids and follow Jake around the room by sight alone. She watched him gather up his clothes and dress, marvelling at his energy, if he felt anything like she did.

She smiled. He was one hell of a fuck. Worth every minute of the waiting. She had never come that hard before in her life, and she had tried, every way she knew how. She knew it was the control thing. The way Jake had made her wait for it, kept her aroused but not permitted her to orgasm for so long. It was the discipline. She knew her fantasies hadn’t been wrong. Being turned over a hot guy’s knee and spanked like that made her pussy quiver even now, just thinking about it.

Cally put her hands between her thighs to give cool comfort to her heated flesh. She was amazed at how wet she was. Covered in cream; pussy juices and Jake’s hot come. She massaged it gently around her plump, swollen folds, taking comfort from the soothing action of her hand in the slick evidence of her triumph. Even when Jake turned to watch her, she did not stop. She watched him watching her and thrilled at his obvious arousal, especially so soon after the main event.

He was one seriously horny guy. How many times had he come in the past 36 hours? And he was still ready for more. How often did she get to meet a man whose drive matched her own?

‘So you think you can pleasure yourself now, do you?’ Jake spoke slowly, revealing his interest in her illicit little activity. ‘Don’t get any ideas. That was a one-time special only.’

Cally’s reply was to continue enjoying what she was doing. She could see Jake was enjoying what she was doing too. He never made a move to stop her and they both knew he could have done.

‘I like it,’ she whispered. Cally tilted her hips on the chair as she scooted to the edge and opened her legs wider, so Jake could get a good long look at her shiny, moist cunt and her hot little fingers as they strayed along her slit.

Her slick fingertips played along the creamy flesh of her inner thighs, above the stocking tops, slipping under the edges at times and tweaking at the suspenders that held them in place. She could see that he liked that too. He hadn’t made a move toward her, preferring to enjoy the impromptu show.

Adding a few sound effects, Cally enhanced her performance. She moaned when her fingers glided over her clit and twitched her hips for good measure.

‘Do you like that, Jake?’

It would seem he wasn’t done yet. He moved, in a couple of swift strides, across the room, undoing his zip as he went. Jake lifted Cally, lowered himself astride her chair and settled her back down over his erection, facing him. His thick cock rammed itself home in Cally’s slick cunny and she grasped his shoulders for purchase, so she could grind herself lower as she executed a series of pelvic undulations. The motion ensured her sensitive clit was stimulated against him with each forward thrust.

Suddenly the chair tilted backwards. Jake had shoved his erect shaft into Cally enough to tip the balance of the chair. He held the chair, bent backwards, with his muscular legs. Now Cally had to ease the power behind her own movements into a slow, hot grind. It was like riding a bucking bronco in slow motion. The thrill of the imminent danger that the whole balanced contraption would topple added a frisson to the tickle building low down in her genitals.

She wanted to thrust wildly to achieve a quick climax, but had to endure another slow, tormenting burn.

Jake whispered a series of dirty words in her ear, which tantalized her pussy as much as his cock did. She liked it when he called her a dirty little whore, a fucking insatiable bitch, a cock-teasing temptress with a fucking hot, wet pussy.

Jake’s hands grasped at her breasts, tweaking her nipples so hard she moaned her excitement and scored torturer’s nails across his tight nipples, eliciting an equal response which tore from his throat.

Jake bent the chair further back until she was practically lying backwards along his thighs. He lowered his mouth to her nipples to lap and sucked them to turgidly sensitised peaks. His last powerful thrusts drew the climax from her body. As she arched into a breathless collapse, she forced Jake’s own triumphant eruption, wringing every last inch of his shaft from root to engorged, swollen tip.

As Jake slowly tipped the chair back to its original position and lifted her from his body, he looked murderously at her. And Cally knew why.

Once again, she had made him fuck her. Twice in ten minutes. Now who was the dominant boss?

Chapter Seven

‘U
NDO THE RESTRAINTS
, Jake.’ Cally held her wrists out to him. She knew this was a critical moment. The symbol of his control over her.

Would he relinquish it?

His eyes were still dark with desire. Much as he tried to demonstrate his anger with her, Cally could see that his sexual response to her got the better of him. She was clearly better at disguising the evidence than he was. His cock was still semi-erect, for God’s sake. He couldn’t deny that. She’d bet he was ready to go again with her. What an animal. A sex-driven beast.

Jake wasn’t quite so readily won over, though. Damn him. He didn’t move. She couldn’t lose him now. ‘You’re in big trouble, Jake.’

That made him laugh. ‘You’re the one in restraints, Cally. It seems to me that it’s you who is in big trouble.’

She faced him off. ‘You’re a naughty boy, Jake. You’ve been breaking the law.’ Cally held her nerve. It wasn’t easy, though. She reckoned she knew by now just what he was capable of. And he was right; she was still the one in the restraints.

Jake didn’t deny it. God, he was cool. ‘And you’re still the one in the restraints.’ He gave a tight smile.

So, he liked to spar, did he? She mustn’t back down. She could do this. ‘You can try these restraints on for size. False imprisonment, kidnap, sexual assault, rape.’

It didn’t scare him, one bit. A real pro.

‘False imprisonment? You could have left any time you wanted. You had plenty of chances to go. You didn’t take them.’ His smile became hard, his dark eyes glittered.

OK, so, maybe she could have gone, but he didn’t know the reason she’d stayed. To get that story.

Jake continued. ‘Kidnap?’

It seemed like he was going to challenge all her accusations.

‘You walked here all by yourself.’

Damn him, he looked at her as if she was a fool to have walked willingly into his little trap. But he had no idea the trap was being set for him. Ha! ‘A technicality,’ she countered.

‘Sexual assault? Did you ever once say no?’

This time Cally glared at him. OK, so she’d never actually said that exact word.

Jake wouldn’t leave it alone. ‘Hell, you practically begged me to touch you.’ He gave a sharp bark of a laugh, no doubt at her affronted expression. ‘And I was just happy to oblige you. Never could bear to see a horny woman in distress.’

God, what an arrogant pig. If she wasn’t wearing these chained cuffs, she’d have planted her fist on the end of his nose. He was going to pay dearly for this. ‘You didn’t exactly leave me much choice.’

Wrong thing to say. She knew that, just as soon as she saw his lips curve. And he’d made no move to unshackle her restraints. If he wanted, he could just hook her up to the wall again for more of the same.

Cally wasn’t so self-delusionalthat she would pretend she wouldn’t like it, but she had plans of her own and, right now, they didn’t include being chained up for Jake’s further pleasure. Quite the opposite, in fact. But how was she going to achieve that?

Jake continued to goad her. ‘And as for rape. Why, it was you who practically raped me! Twice. I had no intention of taking you, as you well know. I couldn’t have made that clearer.’

Blast him. That was true. But again, it was only a technicality. He had taken her. Two bloody, fucking marvellous times.

Cally paused for a moment. There was no point getting mad. That would only get her right back to square one. Now, was she worthy of this investigative journalist’s post or not? Hell, yes!

Shepractically purred out her next words. High emotion made it easy. ‘I wanted you, Jake.’ Men always liked to hear that. ‘I couldn’t last a moment longer. And you liked it too. Didn’t you?’

Jake narrowed his eyes. It was as if he didn’t trust what he was hearing. She pushed him a little more.

‘Didn’t you like me, Jake? Just a little?’

‘Sure I liked you.’ Result. He responded. In the affirmative. But he wasn’t giving up his position that easily. ‘You were a good, tight fuck. What man wouldn’t like you?’

Don’t cry, Cally. This is just a game. A power game. ‘You were a good fuck too. Now unlock these restraints, Jake.’ She held her wrists out to him once more. ‘I want to go home.’

‘I’m not letting you go, Cally. You know that by now.’ He meant it. It could only mean he wanted her. Not just any PA, but her. That gave her power.

‘Your home, Jake. Not mine. I’m not finished with you yet either.’

His move.

He seemed to like the idea. Or he was calling her bluff. ‘Then let’s get going.’ He fetched the keys and unlocked her hands. He placed his jacket around her shoulders and led her to the basement garage with a firm hand in the small of her back.

A critical moment had passed. She was still in the game. A slightly different one.

Once again he blindfolded her in the car. Pick your battles, Cally. She wasn’t so unnerved by it this time anyway.

‘I’m hungry.’ She would make little demands at first, reasonable ones. Ones hard for him to refuse.

‘I think it’s only fair that we eat first.’ He led her into his apartment.

First? It sounded like he still had demands of his own. This game wasn’t won yet.

Cally glanced at him. ‘I’m going to shower. Plan to join me?’ Not so blatant as an out-and-out demand that he did.

‘I do plan to join you.’ He seemed a little unsure of the new Cally. But definitely intrigued. Take it slowly, she warned herself. Don’t make him so suspicious he locks you down tight, for his own good.

‘I’ll get the water hot for us.’ Cally headed straight for the shower. She really needed one. Never had she been so slickly aroused for so long before. And she would find it easier to carry out her plan if her pussy wasn’t all ready and waiting to be invaded, all the time.

Jake joined her a few moments later. ‘Wash me,’ she asked, so softly he wouldn’t be certain it was a demand. She noted his hesitation and knew she needed to push his buttons a little harder. ‘Everywhere, Jake. Put your hands all over me.’

By the rapid, checked breaths he was taking, Cally knew he was growing more interested in where this was going. His erection confirmed it. This was going to be difficult. He was so much stronger than her, physically. If he decided he wasn’t going to play the game her way, she wouldn’t be able to do a damned thing about it. Her only weapons were subtlety and sex.

Luckily, he decided to play along. For now. Clearly he was fascinated by this new, sexually assertive Cally.

Jake soaped up his hands and went to place them on her breasts. Cally turned her back. ‘I need a good massage. I’m all in knots. So much tension.’ She guessed he knew how she felt. Banked on it, in fact.

Cally let out her breath as he appeared to comply. She purred appreciatively as he ran firm hands over her shoulder blades and down the length of her spine. He gave a really good massage. All that controlled power in his muscles worked marvels on her body. He used his thumbs to manipulate and work through the knots.

She felt him reach a hand for his jutting cock. He was preparing to fuck her. Cally turned and pulled his hands away. He appeared so surprised, he let her. He wasn’t so far engrossed, yet, in his own needs that he couldn’t be stopped on his mission. It was all about timing. God, she better get this right.

‘I want to be the one who does that to you,’ she whispered, taking his hot muscle in her cool hand. She jerked it gently then froze.

‘What are you doing, Cally?’ Jake’s voice was harsh, gritty. He liked what she was doing to him. He needn’t bother trying to deny it.

‘Are you man enough to play a little game with me?’ Cally ran her hand over her breast, catching the erect nipple between her open fingers.

Jake’s hooded eyes signalled his agreement. She gave his needy cock an encouraging little squeeze, making him groan, then reached up and slammed off the jet of water.

He wanted to play along. Cally pushed open the shower door and stepped out, pulling Jake firmly along behind her by his thick, willing appendage.

‘You’ve been a naughty boy,’ she reprimanded, squeezing his shaft firmly as she led him along, heading for the spare room. Jake moaned out his growing pleasure. He hesitated at the door.

It was nowor never. Cally spoke to his cock. ‘You should be punished for jumping the gun and fucking Cally before Jake was ready to fuck her. You’re not in control of Jake. He’s in control of you.’ Cally glanced at Jake, who was watching her with undisguised interest. His cock twitched in her hand and she could feel the pulse throbbing along it. ‘Now, are you going to take your punishment like a man?’

She pulled him into the room and, to her relief, he followed. But she still had to get him attached to the frame before he called a halt to her game. She decided to address the master of the appendage.

Adopting the most sexually inviting tone she could, Cally questioned him. ‘Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like?’ She just knew that he must have. ‘What the thrill is like being on the other side of the game?’

He wasn’t about to reply straight off, she knew that, but the fact that he’d remained silent and stayed in her hand told her everything she needed to know. Of course he had wondered. Wanted to know what the thrill was that led women to acquiesce to being totally sexually controlled by him.

‘Are you man enough, Jake?’ She knew the type. Impugn their masculinity and they would throw themselves off a mountain to prove you wrong.

‘Do it,’ he growled.

Cally pulled him rapidly inside the frame. She worked quickly before he changed his mind. Making sure to give his cock a couple of reassuring strokes of her hand and letting her breasts graze his naked chest, as a promise of his ultimate reward, she had his hands shackled above his head in record time. But she was taking no chances. She had seen the power in those leg muscles. He could probably choke the life out of her between his thighs, if he wanted to.

She reached and fondled his balls as she nudged his legs apart with her knee. The intimate caress continued as she told him how pleased she was with his progress, when she felt him tense hesitantly as she shackled first one ankle and then the other to the frame. Satisfied he was contained, she stood back to admire her spread-eagled handiwork.

Da Vinci’s
Vitruvian Man,
and what a piece of work Jake Stone was, in the gloriously naked flesh. She could easily understand the kick he got out of dominating a sexual partner. The power of being in control of a potent, virile hunk of meat like Jake Stone was beyond price.

Cally wanted to smilein triumph, but she knew it would rather spoil the effect of her adopted dominatrix persona. Instead, she slipped around behind him and caressed the muscular globes of his buttocks until he practically purred.

‘Now, you just be a good boy and wait there patiently,’ she whispered, ‘while I go and get some oil from the kitchen. I intend to let your anus feel a little firm penetration before you get to come.’

The way his cock capered at her mere suggestion made Cally realise bondage was a much more subtle game with a man. She couldn’t be too full-on, or he would come quicker than she wanted him to. She decided to let him cool his heels for a while, like he had done with her last night. She knew how dynamite-charged that would make the situation.

She flipped off the light, closed the door, and went to find clothes. Oh – and, of course, to carry out a thorough search of the rest of his apartment. That was a given.

‘Come back, Cally.’ She heard Jake call out to her. ‘Aren’t you going to finish what you started?’

She called back, confidently. ‘Be silent, stud, or I’ll gag you.’ She listened outside the door for a moment as he wrestled with his shackles, smiling at the realisation that he remained quiet, as she had commanded.

Jake grinned. Cally was enjoying her little game as mistress. And if his prick was anything to judge by, so was he.

Heknew he would never have been able to take the sort of punishment he had meted out to her. His balls would have exploded long since. When he thought back over the number of times he’d simply had to come since meeting that hot little beauty, he had to laugh. Poor little Cally would try to make him suffer and John Thomas down there would spoil her fun again and again. She didn’t know just how much the filthy brute had a mind of its own. If he wanted to erupt, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop it.

In point of fact, the sorry little hound was ready to come right now, just from thinking about the way she’d led him from the shower with her horny fingers snaked around him, tugging him along like a leashed dog.

And when she’d chained him up. Oh boy! Jake felt like howling in the wind. His hips thrust toward her imaginary body standing brushed up against him all naked and wet. Those jiggling tits, touching his chest as she tied him. And when she forced his legs apart too.

It was no good. If he didn’t come right now, poor little Cally’s game would be over before it’d begun. And he wanted to see what she could do to him. Yeah, he sure could see the potential for fun in letting her be dominant for a while. He’d never gone there with a woman before, but to explore the idea with Cally, before he had to hand her back, sounded like a lot of sexy fun.

He could hear her moving about his apartment. She’d be dressed by now, and not in her own clothes, that was for sure. He kind of wished she would come back in heels and lingerie. That would really titillate the brute. But it wasn’t going to happen just yet.

She’d be searching his apartment too. He could hear her opening and closing doors. But that was all right. She wouldn’t find anything. He knew that. Maybe she’d get so mad she’d come back and try to beat it out of him? Now that would be an experience. Anyhow, the point was she was gainfully occupied elsewhere.

Jake flexed his fingers, searching for the catch holding his right wrist shackle. He found it and it gave the smallest little click as it opened, releasing the leather cuff. He couldn’t help his face breaking out into a wide grin. If only she’d known about it. The fact was she was never meant to know. How could she? Who’d have thought that Special Forces training would be put to good use in this scenario? He could just hear his drill sergeant’s voice. Never take anything to the party unless you’ve made certain your enemy can’t use it against you.