Dick Does Jane Page 7

  She blinked at him in surprise then sat back on her heels. Leaning onto her hands, she moved to her back. She shuddered as the cold laminate floor pressed to her skin.

  “Knees up and apart,” he instructed. She’d reclined so her pussy faced him which was perfect. “Make it a good show, soldier.”

  Her palm smoothed down between her breasts and over her belly to her waxed cunt. The lips were already pulling back with her arousal and her wetness dripped along her folds. Slowly, she pressed one finger inside herself.

  “Count them. Out loud,” he said. “And that schoolgirl single finger stuff doesn’t count. I know you can take more.”

  Jane moaned and pressed another finger inside herself. “One,” she counted breathily, and he wondered how she’d make it even to twenty. She pulled halfway out then pushed in and counted two.

  “Uh-uh,” he interrupted. “All the way in and out. Start again.”

  Where did he come up with these things? Jane shivered as she pushed her fingers inside herself once more, knowing Dick was watching every move. Through everything they’d done, she’d never masturbated in front of him—or in front of anyone.

  “Wait,” Dick said as she started to move her fingers again. She blinked up at him and saw him setting up a camera. “If you want to share, we’ll share this way. I’ve opened a channel on the net and several of the guys from the club are going to watch you.”

  Immediately, she covered her breasts. “What?”

  “Uncover yourself. Now. This was on your list.”

  “But…” She stopped when Dick glowered down at her. “Yes, Sir.”

  He fiddled with the camera. “Aren’t you hot with the idea that they’ll watch you and probably jack off as you writhe there on the floor?”

  Well, actually…she was. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Now,” he instructed, “do it again. Make yourself come. Give me forty, soldier.”

  Jane could barely stand the fire flowing through her at the thought he was podcasting her to his club friends. Her hand reached to her pussy. She moaned as she shoved her fingers inside again. She was enflamed enough that she easily found her g-spot, and she rubbed it as she finger-fucked herself.

  How high would she count before the men were coming all over their hands? Did they like this? Her hips lifted into her thrusts as she reached twenty and her cream coated her hand. It was dripping to her ass as she imagined one of the men leaning in to lick her. Would he if he were in the room?

  Dick handed her a dildo, and she thrust it deep in her cunt, ripples working through her as she screamed out, “Twenty-one.”

  Sweat coated her body, and she was slipping on the laminate floor as she fucked herself.

  “You are mine,” Dick ground out as she hit thirty and her walls sucked greedily at the shaft forcing between them. Her legs trembled as she fought to keep going. “Mine,” he said with each thrust.

  She screamed, shooting over the edge and pushing the toy in and out of herself with no semblance of counting, no rhyme or reason. Nothing but pleasure and knowing they were watching her. When she finally collapsed limply, Dick wrenched her up onto his lap.

  “Now, everyone will see you punished,” he growled.

  “No!” she wailed, fighting to get away and knowing she wasn’t going anywhere without saying her safe word. The paddle landed on her ass, and her eyes just about rolled back in her head. It had some sort of smooth knobs on it. Dear lord…

  Over and over, he brought it down on her behind until she was sure she wouldn’t sit for a week and fire launched up into her vagina with volcanic force. She pressed her forehead into the bench. Everyone would see her come from the punishment. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t stop it.

  Her scream echoed through the room accompanied by the continued whack of the wood against her ass. The paddle clattered against the floor as Dick threw it aside. He turned her and shoved down his pants.

  “Ride me,” he ordered.

  His cock felt so much better than anything, and she shoved herself up and down his shaft. His girth stretched her like no dildo could, and he was so warm beneath her. He clamped her ass, and she lurched at the pleasure/pain that accompanied it.

  “Harder,” he demanded. She screeched as her clit ground into his pubis with each downward stroke. She was coming again, her walls milking him with a grip so tight she could barely move.

  “Yes,” she cried. “Oh…God…”

  Suddenly, Dick pulled from her. His cum sprayed her belly as they both climaxed. “Jane,” he sighed, pressing his face into her shoulder.

  “Mmm…” she responded, in a fuzz from the overwhelming encounter they’d just had.

  “Do you have to work tomorrow?”

  “I’m always working,” she murmured. A lot of her off-hours were spent taking calls, arranging showings and researching the market. “But, no, I don’t need to go into the office tomorrow.”

  “Good. So…spend the day with me tomorrow? And before you answer, you should know I have a family thing—but I’d love to have you with me.”

  A family thing. That stopped her with a cold wall of dread. If they were anything like hers, he could probably use her there for distraction, and as much as she submitted in the bedroom, she was strong. She’d protect him from familial slings and arrows. Smiling at the thought of taking care him, she cuddled closer. This powerful man did not need a protector.

  “Yes, I’ll go with you,” she told him.

  “Good.” He lifted her in his arms to take her to the bedroom.

  “Don’t you need to shut off the camera?” she asked.

  “Jane…” he laughed. “When will you remember? You’re mine. All mine. I don’t share. Even like that.”

  She smiled into his shoulder. Such a bad man. “Yes, Sir.”

  Chapter Seven

  It was still a strange sensation to wake in someone’s arms. Jane knew immediately that it was Dick who held her. She never felt disoriented. It just felt right to have him holding her. Pleasure sank right through her. They’d made love several more times throughout the night, and despite his careful aftercare, she felt it now throughout her body. Kind, commanding, gentle, rough…he always ran the gamut through their sessions, keeping her continually on edge and off-balance. She couldn’t ask for more.

  As she smiled, his hand traveled down her waist to her ass. Strong fingers clenched the well-paddled spot he favored, and she moaned.

  “Mmm, good morning,” he said.

  “Good morning,” she replied happily. It certainly was, and already, she was ready to have him over her again.

  “Hungry?” he asked.

  For food? Not so much. She shook her head as he rolled them so she was atop him. He nudged his legs between hers so she straddled him.

  “Good,” he groaned as he slid inside her.

  “Oh yes,” she sighed, rocking her hips as his cock stretched her. This angle hit spots other positions hadn’t. Dick took advantage of it to play with her breasts. Each pull and roll sent reciprocal tugs to her core.

  “Nice and slow,” he breathed as she started to speed up the movement of her hips. He felt so good in her pussy. It was difficult to follow his order. She wanted to rush her movements and feel that length rubbing up and down her tender passage.

  His hands clapped onto her hips, and she groaned as they impacted with her sore behind then held her perfectly still. Beneath her, he thrust his hips upward. His cock slid easily in and out while she was held helpless above him.

  “Please, Sir,” she whispered as her climax built then ebbed then built again as he adjusted then readjusted his drives.

  “No, just hold yourself up on your arms,” he said when she bent to flick her tongue over his nipples.

  She sighed. She just wanted to give him some of the pleasure he was giving her. A moan ripped from her as he pulled free just as her pussy clamped around him.

  “No condom, sweetness,” he murmured in her ear as he smoothed his hand down her back, waiting out her orgasm. The other reached between them, and he shoved three fingers into her sodden cunt, fucking her with the hard pumps she’d wanted from his cock.

  “Yes, yes…” she called, jerking into his hand as he gave her free rein to move. They kissed frantically as another orgasm washed over her. As it receded, he pulled his mouth and hand free. A slight push guided her toward his cock.

  Jane went willingly, needing to please him—so happy to have the chance.

  He propped himself against his pillows, one arm bent behind his head.

  She paused, looking up at him as she knelt between his legs. He looked like a prince awaiting the attentions of his concubine. She was willing to comply. Deep pleasure, almost on par with her orgasms, filled her at the opportunity presented her.

  His cock rose like a thick pillar from a nest of dark curls, the surface slick and glistening and the tip reddened with his arousal. The thick vein twisting up it throbbed as he waited. She licked her lips, anticipating this.

  Her eyes locked with his as she bent and opened her mouth. Immediately, her taste exploded across her senses. She moaned at the overwhelming flavor of her mixed with him and just the slightest bit of rubber. Her lips closed around his tip as she sucked, watching him and fighting back a smile.

  Mr. Control’s breathing increased, and his lashes veiled his eyes as he buried his hand in her hair and pushed her down his length. Frantically sucking and licking, she worked him, using his breathing and the pressure at the back of her head as an indication of his pleasure.

  Her teeth scraped along the underside of his cock, and he jerked.

  “Naughty, bad slave,” he muttered, but that didn’t sound like a bad thing so she did it again.

  “Jane!” he gasped. Suddenly, he pulled her off him and across his lap. One of his hands held her wrists together near her head while a leg came around to trap hers as she was arched over the other thigh. And he…oh God! He was spanking her. It was so good, she decided as his hand rained down on her ass. She pressed her face into the sex-laden sheets, moaning and crying out as he punished her.

  Heat flooded her ass and pushed her toward an orgasm that seemed both forbidden and Nirvana. The lava-like fingers flooded down into her pussy and up her back as she struggled in his grasp. She didn’t want another orgasm when he’d had none—okay, yes, she wanted it. She wasn’t a fool, but she wanted his pleasure more than she wanted her own.

  “I’m sorry,” she cried as he reddened her behind.

  Dick leaned down close to her ear. “Pain whore,” he whispered, and she understood. She hadn’t done a thing wrong. This was sex play, entirely for her benefit. No… he liked it. That’s why they were perfect.

  He kept on until her mind grew fuzzy and she shook from the razor edge sensation slicing through her and pushing away anything but her connection with him. Her cream flooded from her as she heated to levels she couldn’t have dreamed of before. He was going to spank her until she came, screaming his name, screaming for mercy, screaming for more. He liked that. She liked it more.

  Just as suddenly as he’d drawn her across his lap, he slipped from beneath her and left her bent onto the side of the bed. His large hand pressed to the top of her shoulders right below her neck and held her down. She heard him fumble for something beside the bed, but she couldn’t see. An object was dropped beside her hip then she heard the click of a lid.

  He’d gotten a couple things…

  Before she could think, cool gel dribbled over her anus then Dick picked up whatever it was he’d dropped. She soon discovered it was a vibrator as he pushed it up into her cunt. He flicked it on, and an extension buzzed against her clit.

  “No…” she moaned as she got the full picture of what he planned. Carefully, she steered clear of her safe word. No way did she really want him to stop.

  Dick dripped more lube on her then his fingers pressed into her ass, opening her passage for what was sure to come. The push of those digits aroused her even more than the toy inside her. It was like nothing she’d felt before. Nothing…

  Still holding her down, he lined his cock up with her rear. “You know what happens to bad, naughty slaves,” he growled.

  “No…please…” she mumbled and pushed her ass up to him. He smacked it and shoved her hips back to the mattress.

  “No. Pleading won’t save you now,” he grated. She heard the rip of foil. Moments later, slowly, so slowly, the head of his shaft breached her opening and stretched her wider than his fingers had.

  She moaned into the sheets. The illicit, torrid act rode through her like rampaging fire, destroying everything in its path. She was a roiling lake of reaction, and he’d barely moved. Jane knew she’d die before Dick pushed all the way inside her. How did he have such control? Why wasn’t he pounding into her?

  “I own you,” he told her. “All of you.”

  “Yes,” she cried. “Yes, Sir. Fuck me. Please!”

  “Oh, I will,” he promised. “I will touch every part of you. I will make every part of you mine. Give me all of you, Jane. All your stress and worries and fears…”

  Tears streamed down her face at the overwhelming sensations while sobs shook her. She couldn’t stop them. Dick would break her strength and her will and destroy her inhibitions. Already, he was deeper in her soul than anyone had ever gotten.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she snuffled. She shook as he pushed deeper and filled her. Her fingers clenched in the sheet at the slight bite that accompanied his movement. So good… All the sensations…down there…completely cleared her head. Nothing existed but the vibe in her pussy and his cock slowly pistoning in and out of her ass.

  “I know you’re scared,” he said, taking her by surprise.

  Scared? What? Huh… Fuck me harder. Deeper… Please!

  “I felt it last night when I mentioned my plans for today.”

  Oh…that…

  “Remember this. The feel of me in you.” His hand smacked her behind. “The sting of your ass when I spank you.”

  She moaned, totally surrendered to him. When he bent over her and his lips brushed her ear, a shiver coursed down her spine.

  “Remember you’re mine. I will always protect you. I will always give you what you need. Understand?”

  “Yes,” she gasped as he gained momentum. “Yes, Sir.”

  His teeth sank onto her shoulder, and the sharp, welcomed pain shoved her over the edge. She screamed as her cunt and ass spasmed. Dick’s hips slammed forward one last time, and he grunted as heat poured into her.

  Jane melted into the bed. She’d never move again.

  * * * *

  “I trust Dixon took care of these properly?”

  Jane looked up in surprise as Dick’s sister, Syb, reached over and touched the faint bruises on Jane’s wrist while they were cleaning up the kitchen. It shocked her, but so much had since she’d gotten here for the summer picnic to celebrate Dick’s parents’ thirty-fifth anniversary. This family was the diametric opposite of her family. They were warm and “touchers”, all of them. She’d never had so many hugs or casual touches in her life. Her skin was literally crawling with warm prickles, and it was the best feeling in the world—well, aside from what Dick, or Dixon to his family, did to her.

  “He put lotion or something on them,” she told Syb. Jane really liked Dick’s sister. She was a firecracker; there was no doubt about that. Though Jane thought it might be a bit young for the woman’s age which seemed close to Jane’s, Syb dressed in an unusually youthful and sexy style. Today, she’d pulled back black hair with blue streaks into two jaunty ponytails and wore a short denim skirt with a shorter white blouse that ended a few inches above her pierced navel.

  “Syb,” Dick said, coming into the room and putting his arm around Jane. “Doesn’t your job pay you enough to buy adult-sized clothes?” He dropped a kiss on Jane’s temple. “Is she bothering you?”

  Jane shook her head while Syb made a disgusted sound that was half growl and half sigh.

  “I was just asking her if you’re taking care of her. It’s a job hazard. Making sure Doms are taking care of their subs—”

  “How do you…? I mean…”

  “Ignore her,” Dick told Jane, steering her toward the door and away from his sister. “She works at The Dungeon and thinks she knows everything.”

  “I know you’re a dick,” Syb called, following them outside.

  “Nice, Sybil,” he returned. “Don’t you have an anime cartoon to model for?”

  “What’s The Dungeon?” Jane asked, bemused by the good-natured banter between the siblings. If she and her sisters had had a similar conversation, the words would be dead serious and laced with arsenic.

  “It’s a BDSM club,” Syb told her, slinging her arm around Jane and pulling her away from Dick. “You should come visit. I’ll show you around and introduce you to some nice people.”

  Jane was summarily pulled back to the safety of Dick’s embrace. “Over my dead body.”

  “Geez, guys,” their brother, Oliver cut in as they returned to the table where everyone had chatted and enjoyed lunch. “Stop treating Jane like a chew toy. Poor girl looks ready to sink into sub-space and not in a good way. You’re shocking her right into detachment.”

  What the hell was with this family? That was private stuff. Good lord!

  Dick brought her around in front of him and lifted her chin as he held her to his chest. “You okay?” he asked, examining her face.

  “Your family is…” She bit her lip.

  “Overwhelming?” he supplied.

  “So different from mine. No one is this nice.”

  “Hell, we’re not nice,” Dick laughed. “We fight all the time.”

  “This isn’t fighting,” she whispered. She gave him a wan smile. “I like them, but maybe we shouldn’t tell.”

  He grinned. “Oh sweetness, you’re gonna fit right in.” Cupping the back of her head, he kissed her deeply until Oliver started making choking sounds.

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