Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Still wearing the blindfold, Paula was helpless and vulnerable, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Bit by bit, Jackson took control. Her brain told her to protest and use her safeword, but softened and moistened, her pussy won.
When a warm mouth latched on to her, Paula would have come off the table if not for the rope holding her down. The sensation was unexpected and mind-blowingly carnal.
Jackson ate her out with so much gusto and skill that he had her wriggling against her bonds in a few minutes.
Oh, oh, oh!
Her leg muscles shook, and her belly quivered. So close, she was so close to coming.
He added sensation by pushing two fingers into her slick channel. She was almost there, but before she could reach her peak, he pulled away his mouth and kissed the inside of her leg.
“Wonderful dessert, but I want more.”
More?
What does he mean by that?
Will he fuck me now?
I’m game.
Paula knew better than to ask him, though.
She cocked her head, listening intently.
A lid from a bottle popped, followed by a squirting sound.
Before she could wonder what he was doing, something cold and hard probed at her anus. Instinctively, she clenched against the intrusion into what she considered an exit-only zone.
He tsked. “It’s a very small plug, and you can handle it easily. Bear down, Melda.”
She didn’t want to.
“Are you going to use your safeword?” The pressure against her backhole lessened.
She wanted to whine, curse, or both.
“No, Sir.”
“In that case, you’ll let me in,” he stated—well, ordered.
Paula blew out a breath and willed her muscles to unclench. Her anus stretched to the edge of pain. She couldn’t help it and started to whimper and shook her head.
“Sh, sh,” Jackson soothed her. “Relax, you can take it.”
Something hot and wet latched onto her clitoris. She shuddered as the discomfort at her anus morphed into pleasure and the plug slid home.
Despite the strange sensation in her back passage, or maybe because of it, she reached the edge of orgasm even faster.
Her skin grew hot and taut, her entire body rigid. Almost, almost.
Again, Jackson withdrew.
Her stomach tightened
She wanted to demand he stop the torment, but she could only whimper and shake her head.
Paula gritted her teeth to keep from yelling at him. If this was what she thought it was, she didn’t like orgasm denial one bit.
The mean bastard had the audacity to chuckle.
Asshole!
She bucked against the rope, but he had done a thorough job tying her down.
“I think you need to cool down a bit.” A chair scraped, followed by soft footfalls, the squeak of the refrigerator, and more movement. “Besides, what’s dessert without ice cream?”
Before Paula could register what he meant, a cold substance landed squarely on her pussy.
She couldn’t help it. She squealed.
Jackson grinned at her reaction to the scoop of vanilla ice cream. Vanilla sex wasn’t his thing, but vanilla with sex—oh yeah!
He lapped at her entrance, loving the mix of the sweet and cold mixed with her hot, tangy arousal. He coated three of his fingers in the sticky sweetness and pumped them into her tight sheath. The cold against her overheated tissue would heighten the sensations, as would the small buttplug.
He couldn’t wait to shove his dick inside her.
Pity he had to wear a condom; it would have been a carnal sight if her juices, ice cream, and his cum would come dripping out of her cunt afterward. Maybe he could talk her into an IUD.
They both were clean, but Paula couldn’t tolerate the pill, so they used condoms to avoid pregnancy.
Jackson lost his rhythm as he envisioned her round with his baby.
Would she be prepared to take that risk?
She was fairly old for getting pregnant.
Fuck, they needed to talk about that, maybe they didn’t need that IUD, after all.
He toyed with her labia, ran his tongue around her clit, and pumped a lazy rhythm that was enough to keep her on the edge but not enough to push her over.
“Jackson,” Paula whined.
His minx was getting impatient.
He inhaled her scent, and lapped at her juices combined with the melting ice cream. She arched and bucked as much as the bindings allowed her. He liked how she gave over to her lust with abandon. She fit his needs in a woman in every way.
“Do you need to come, Melda?”
Paula only moaned.
Good, she was ready.
And honestly, so was he. By now, his dick was probably sporting indents from his zipper.
“Come for me!”
Jackson lowered his head, sucked her clit in his mouth, and concentrated on the task of getting her off.