Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jackson, wearing only his faded low-riding jeans, opened the door for her.
Paula paused as she took in the sight of his lean, muscular body, with a light dusting of hair on his chest and a line of a slightly darker hair running down into his pants.
She couldn’t pull her gaze away from where that trail led.
Jackson chuckled. “I don’t know if I should be offended you’re forgetting not one but two rules, or if I should be flattered by the way you look at me.”
Paula swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of drooling—hold on—rules?
She looked up at him and met his sparkling blue eyes.
Oh, those rules .
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist and tilted up her face for his kiss.
As Jackson claimed her lips, he pulled her closer with one muscular arm and used the other hand to close the front door.
Before he let go of her, he nipped her bottom lip and whispered, “Hello, Melda. How about rule number one?”
She blinked. How could he go from a lust-filled kiss to discussing rules in a split second? Infuriating man! Gorgeous almost-naked man! With him wearing only jeans, she was definitely overdressed.
She planted her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “I’m not going to walk around your house in just my panties, mister!”
Jackson shot her a stern look that made her want to drop to her knees. She really didn’t want to be almost naked. From the delicious scents in the house, he had dinner almost ready. What was the point of getting naked and not having sex?
“You can either follow the rules, and I won’t punish you too hard for not obeying me right away, or you can use your safeword, Paula.”
She could feel her spine straighten. She wasn’t in pain or distress. She wouldn’t safeword. Paula toed off her shoes and unzipped her slacks.
Jackson nodded and started to turn away. He glanced back over his shoulder with a sexy smile. “You know, I went commando today.” With that remark, he sauntered toward the kitchen.
Paula froze halfway through unbuttoning her shirt. He was only wearing his jeans!
Paula padded over to the kitchen to find Jackson standing over the stove. She had to admit the asshole had a fine ass. He turned to face her, his expression giving away nothing. She had to control her urge to fidget.
“Present,” he ordered.
Two halves warred for dominance. One rebelled against the inspection that would undoubtedly follow, while the other half liked following his directions and submitting to him.
The submissive half won, and Paula placed her legs shoulder width apart and clasped her elbows behind her back.
Jackson circled around her and halted in front of her. “Good, girl.”
His praise made her feel good about herself and her decision to obey.
Jackson startled her by stroking his hand over her pussy.
“Nice and smooth. I’m pleased you followed my directive about shaving.
” All too soon, he pulled back his hand.
Before Paula could react, he grabbed her chin and pressed a kiss over her mouth.
“You’re beautiful, and I think it’s a crime to cover your body around me, Melda. ”
Maybe being naked isn’t so bad after all.
“On the counter is my toy bag. I want you to select three toys for impact play. During the weekend, I’ll choose from them to deal with your punishment.”
Paula opened her mouth to argue.
His fingers around her chin tightened, and his eyes darkened. “Don’t talk back. You failed to comply with the rules, and you want to atone for that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir, I do, but I’m scared it’s going to hurt. You know I don’t want to be hit,” Paula replied.
“But you agreed to try, and my decision is to punish you by pushing your limits, Paula,” Jackson stated quietly.
Paula closed her eyes. He was right, and she trusted him to go slowly. Why did she balk at impact play? She remembered her response to James flogging Laura at the club.
“Yes, Sir.”
Her compliance earned her a big smile before Jackson returned to the stove.
She went to the bag and started sorting through it.
The suede flogger was a no-brainer, and she pulled it out without hesitating.
Another flogger was made of soft hair, and she almost had to laugh at that one.
Okay, that was a good one, too. The big scary whip stayed in the bag, as did the canes and a thick wooden paddle.
She picked a slightly smaller paddle that was covered in black leather.
She hoped the leather would absorb some of the impact.
Before she could question her choices, Jackson stepped behind her and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.
“I see you made your selections.”
Paula nodded, zipped the bag closed, and asked, “Can we eat? It smells delicious.”
Jackson nodded and took her hand. “Come with me. It’s ready.”
Paula followed him to the table and sank to her knees on the pillow beside his chair without prompting.
Jackson stroked her hair. “You’re so beautiful like that. Relax, Melda.”
A dark cloth slid in front of her eyes, and Jackson tied the blindfold behind her head. From its cool, slick feel, she guessed it was silk.
“To help you appreciate good food more, I’m taking away your sight tonight. Give your eyes some rest, and enjoy what I’m feeding you.”
Paula didn’t know what to think of this new development.
Jackson kept introducing new things before she’d grown used to the older ones.
It was as if he wanted to keep her off balance.
She was just starting to be comfortable kneeling beside him and eating what he fed her, and now she couldn’t see.
A wonderful aroma of basil, garlic, and tomato reached her nose, and she opened her mouth without prompting.
Jackson held the fork against her lips, and she leaned a little forward to take the bite from him.
Filled pasta and homemade sauce had her humming her appreciation around the morsel. Jackson was a great cook.
The next bite he presented her was freshly baked garlic bread, and she lingered for a moment to lick the garlic butter from his fingers. She enjoyed his hum and realized she might have missed the sound without the blindfold.
Jackson alternated taking bites of dinner and feeding Paula.
The little minx was testing his self-control.
Naked and submissive, she was appealing to him, as always.
Her sounds of pleasure when tasting the food he prepared and the teasing way she caressed his fingers with her lips and tongue drove him out of his mind.
He was glad she was wearing the blindfold, so she couldn’t see his expression.
All in all, he was pleased with Paula. She hadn’t balked at following his rules, and by choosing the implements, she’d agreed to be punished for her transgression.
It showed him she was getting more and more into a submissive headspace.
He longed to push their relationship forward and have her with him in the house all the time.
Jackson grinned at his rabbit fur flogger.
He would definitely introduce her to that one after dinner.
“Did you have enough to eat?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, it was delicious,” she replied.
“Wait here for me while I put away dinner.” Jackson carried the plates to the dishwasher and was pleased to see her waiting on her pillow. Fuck, she was lovely.
“Good. It’s time for my dessert.” He lifted her and enjoyed the little squeak she gave. Jackson place her on the table with her legs dangling over the edge and pressed her upper body down on the flat surface.
Jackson circled the table, securing her arms and legs with rope he attached to the table’s legs. He took a moment to enjoy his handiwork.
With her legs bound open, her pussy was on display for his enjoyment. And enjoy this he would. He liked eating pussy. Having a sub helpless with sensation and driven out of her mind with lust was as much fun as fucking her. Jackson settled on his chair and dove in.