JACKSON
God, she's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
She's not in my vicinity, but I know how she smells and what she tastes like. I'm familiar with what it's like to kiss her, to grab her ass and pull her tight against my body, and the mind-blowing heat that takes over when I sink inside her.
The men surrounding her have no idea about those things, but I do. As I watch her from my place at the bar as I stand there nursing an inch of brandy, I do.
She's wearing a low-backed, skintight black dress that ends at mid-thigh, and it clings in all the right places. With spaghetti straps and her hair in a loose bun, it puts her pretty neck and shoulders on display, along with the handful of freckles sprinkled on her skin. The dress doesn't leave much breathing room or the opportunity for a bra, so she's not wearing one.
Her arms and legs look inexplicably long as she sits on a raised chair, ankles crossed while flashing those red bottom shoes I got her last Christmas. As she takes a sip of her drink, she glances at me over the lip of the glass and flashes her eyes. My gaze doesn't waver; I return the stare with equal intensity and tip my chin a bit.
She can't keep the smirk off her lips, so she drinks to hide it. I don't try and pretend like I'm not watching her; that's the whole point of this charade. We agreed to go out tonight and do a roleplay of sorts - acting like we don't know each other. She was to dress in one of the sexiest things she owned and let other men flirt with her while I watched.
The night has barely begun and I've already had a hard time containing my jealousy. No one has approached her yet, but that's about to change. I've noticed a certain gentleman's eyes on her for a few minutes now as he waits for the right time to strike. When he begins his calculated beeline towards her, I can't help but stiffen, grip tightening on the glass in my hand.
This was my idea, but I don't know how much I can stomach. I'm territorial of April - of course I am, she's my wife. I'm the jealous type, that's not a secret, and I can tell she's experiencing a sick satisfaction because of the envy showing on my face.
"Hey there," I hear, and it takes a moment before I realize the feminine voice on the adjacent stool is talking to me. "Can I buy you a drink?"
It takes all my strength to rip my eyes away from my wife as she leans an elbow on the table and talks to the gentleman with fluttering eyelashes. While appreciating the curve of her neck that leads to the dip of her collarbones, it would be uncharacteristic of me not to let my eyes drift lower. Her cleavage has never looked better.
I want to rip that dress off of her and bury my face in her chest. I want to leave marks on her and let her know she's mine - public marks, so that any man in a ten-foot radius would know she's taken. But for now, I stay planted on the barstool infuriatingly far away from her with another woman trying to flirt with me, no less.
"I'm fine with what I've got, but thank you," I say, my voice clipped as I turn to make eye contact. She's blonde, wearing a small amount of makeup and a gray wrap dress. April has one similar. All I can think about is the way my wife looks in it.
"Oh, sure," she responds, making no move to leave. "That was forward, anyway. I'm sorry."
"It's fine," I say, distracted still.
April is talking to the man now, having a back-and-forth conversation that consists of a lot of laughing and heavy eye contact. I'm covered in pins and needles, wondering why I came up with this idea in the first place. I want to ravage her.
"Seems like you've got your eyes on someone else tonight," the woman says, calling my attention back.
Slowly, I stop watching April and center my gaze on the blonde again. "You're right," I say. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," she says, laughing softly. "She's gorgeous. If you weren't gonna snatch her up, I was."
That gets a smile out of me, a conspiratorial smirk that pulls up one corner of my lips. I can't break the rules of the game and tell her that April is my wife, although I badly want to. I feel such a sense of pride over how desirable she is, how she attracts everyone in the room by her presence alone. She's such a commanding force, and I'm the one who gets to go home with her at the end of the night. If a better feeling exists in the world, I don't know it.
"Sorry," I say, resting an elbow on the bar. "But I won't share."
"Understandable," she says, still grinning. "I wish you the best of luck."
"I appreciate that," I say, then she turns to leave.
I let my eyes drift back to April, who's still having a conversation with the same man. His back is to me but I can see her face over his shoulder, eyes wide and doelike, lashes a mile long. She licks her lips when he leans to whisper something in her ear, then laughs because of it.
My skin is on fire as I firmly grip one knee, digging the pads of my fingers in. I can't last much longer without getting my hands on her.
The man's face is close to hers, his lips moving right against her ear. She tilts her eyes up towards the ceiling then slowly lowers them, finding mine with a magnetized intensity. They flash as she takes the black straw between her teeth, smiling devilishly while nodding at something he's said.
I grit my teeth and she notices, because she nods again - this time slower. Her eyes never break from mine, and a jolt of fury runs through me when she reaches to gently grip his bicep while he speaks. And if I thought my jealousy was already at its peak, I practically explode when he holds her wrist and drags his thumb over the point of the bone.
The stool makes a sound as I stand up and push it back a bit. Suddenly, I'm on my feet but I don't move anywhere because I can tell how thoroughly amused she is. As I continue to watch her, the man tries to lead her away, but she subtly shakes her head and gives him some sort of excuse. I watch his face change from aroused and hopeful to crestfallen within the span of a second and puff out my chest because of it.
My fist is still bunched when she walks over - more like saunters, actually. Her hips sway in that perfect dress, and as she tosses her hair behind her shoulders I catch a whiff of her perfume. It's enough to get me hard, as if my blood weren't pumping powerfully enough already.
"Hi, daddy," she purrs, looking up with a slick smile on her face. She tucks a bit of hair behind her ear and blinks slowly, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth until it pops back out, shiny with saliva.
"Hey," I say, swallowing thickly.
"Is something wrong?" she asks, her voice high and unassuming.
"Nothing," I say.
"I made a friend," she says, looking over her shoulder to the man who's now watching her - just as I'd been doing a few moments before.
"I see that."
"Should I invite him to join us?" she asks, giggling a bit.
"No," I say, and she lifts a hand to run it down my chest, fingers bumping over the buttons. I take her wrist and hold tightly enough for her lips to part in a silent gasp, eyes lifting to mine in a wordless display of submission.
"What are you gonna do to me, daddy?" she whispers, inching closer so our torsos press together. Without checking to see if anyone's looking, she uses her other hand and slides it between our bodies to graze over my erection. "Are you gonna punish me?"
"Yes," I say, roughly moving her hand away from my groin.
"Here?" she says, almost hopeful. "You could take me to the bathroom and show me what a bad girl I've been."
"No," I say, sternly. "I'm taking you home."
She visibly trembles from my words, eyes gone dark. As I lead the way out of the bar with one hand solid on the small of her back, she says, "Yes, daddy."
APRIL
My body tingles with anticipation once we get home. The baby is with Jackson's mother tonight so the house is quiet and dark, and a jolt of energy bursts through me as he removes my coat from my bare shoulders. Even a simple, benign touch of his is enough to get me started.
Letting other men flirt with me was fun and it was highly entertaining to see him so worked up over his own idea. But what made the experience even better is knowing his frustration was rising with each passing moment, each new interaction, and how that would build my punishment for later.
Later, which is now.
"Bedroom," he says, gesturing down the hallway.
I throw a glance over my shoulder as I head that way, knowing he's following. He doesn't bother turning any lamps on once we get inside - there's just enough light coming in from the window, and that's all we need.
He sits down on the bed with his knees spread, and I stay standing. This isn't an unusual position, so I fall into my role and start to undress with his eyes on me. But before I can get far, he stops me by raising one hand and saying, "No."
"No?" I say, pausing with my arms behind me, hands on the zipper.
"No," he says, resting with his arms behind him. "I tell you what to take off and when."
"Oh," I say, lowering my arms as my skin tingles. "Okay."
My mouth twitches as I keep my smile at bay, knowing that I'm irritating him. He leans forward to grab my waist tightly and yanks my body closer, fingers digging in. "What do you say?" he growls, looking up at me with dark eyes.
I run my teeth over my lower lip, thoroughly enjoying this. I graze my hands over his shoulders, fabric rippling beneath my touch and say, "Yes, daddy."
He gently returns my wrists to my sides, satisfied as he says, "Good girl."
"What should I take off first?" I ask, standing before him, waiting for instruction.
"Your shoes," he says, glancing at the stilettos I had worn tonight.
I'm glad he started there, because my feet have been aching for a while. I've been dying to get out of these heels; they're far from my favorite thing to wear. But I know how much they turn him on; it's been more than once that I've worn these shoes and only these shoes while having sex with him.
I take them off slowly, never breaking eye contact. I stand significantly shorter after they're off, now holding both shoes with two fingers and dangling them in the air with a soft giggle.
"Put them down," he says, much more serious. I obey, setting them to the side while feeling his eyes trail over my body. "The necklace," he says. "Off."
With a small smirk, I twine my hands behind my neck to try and work the tiny clasp, but it's stuck. "I can't get it," I say, taking a few tentative steps closer to stand between his knees. "Will you get it for me, daddy?"
He grips my waist again and spins me slowly, and I feel his breath on my open back. He undoes the clasp quickly and expertly, trailing his pointer finger over the knobs of my spine after. His hands loosen on my middle, thumbs massaging the small of my back, as he presses his nose against my skin to take a deep breath.
"Goddamn, you're delicious," he says, but all I do is step away and turn back around. I'm not naked yet. His eyes are hungry now, drinking me in with wide pupils. "Hair down," he says.
I reach to undo the clips I'd had it in and the waves fall around my shoulders loosely, just in the way he likes. I shake them a bit, knowing how voluminous they must be from being wound in a bun, and run my fingers through what he can't reach.
"Now, the dress," he says. "And go slow. I want to see every inch of you."
"Yes, daddy," I say, replacing my hands where they had started at the top of the zipper.
I tug it down so slowly that every new tooth coming open can be heard, and once the back is undone, I slip my arms out from the spaghetti straps one by one. I hold the fabric at my chest and catch his eyes, waiting for permission, and he gives me a curt nod before I let the fabric fall in a graceful pile to my feet.
I don't have on a bra, only underwear. His body tenses as he stares at me, standing with nipples pebbled from the cool air and peach fuzz standing on end for the same reason.
"Panties," he says, fingers clenching the comforter. "Slowly."
I run my hands down my stomach seductively until they reach the measly fabric that sits low on my hips, and I snap the band once I get there. I slip my hands beneath it, not pulling down yet, just touching my skin in order to get him more worked up. I can see exactly what it's doing to him; all the evidence I need is between his legs and there's no ignoring it.
"Take them off, April," he orders, voice gravelly.
I can't help but the shudder that runs through me, and I don't waste time before obeying. I slip the underwear down my legs, bending in half to get them all the way to the floor, then stand to my full height completely naked.
He adjusts and spreads his legs wider, looking at me expectantly as I wait for further directions. "Get on your knees," he says, jerking his chin. "And suck me off."
I press my lips together and try not to smile like the Cheshire cat. I'd been waiting for this. "Of course, daddy," I say, getting situated between his knees while folding my ankles under my ass.
I reach forward and undo his belt with expert hands, making quick work of the button and zipper, too. Once his fly is open, I use the heel of my palm to rub him through his pants and because of that, he grits his teeth and hisses through them, hips bucking of their own accord.
"Don't tease me, kitten," he says, grabbing a fistful of hair at the base of my skull. "I've had enough for one night. Do as Daddy tells you."
I blink up at him, eyes wide and round. Then, I lean forward and press my lips against the bulge in his pants, speaking as he twitches under my mouth. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "I promise, I'll be good."
"Yes, you will," he says, clenching my hair tighter. "Now, pull it out and put your pretty mouth on it."
I smile to myself as he lifts his hips, then I do as he told me. I pull his boxers down so his penis springs free, rock hard with a glistening tip as it waits for me to tend to it. While making eye contact, I spit on my palm and grip his shaft how he likes, pumping with one hand still on his thigh.
"Mm," he grunts, eyelids fluttering.
Without warning, I lean in and wrap my lips around the head to collect the fluid with my tongue, elongating my neck to take it as far as it will go. His hips buck as he starts to fuck my mouth, and I slip my working hand between his thighs to massage his balls and roll them between my fingers.
"Fuck," he moans, still thrusting. I blink hard as my eyes water and try to keep my composure, but as his hips become more powerful and the intensity rises, it becomes too much to take. To avoid gagging and taking us both out of the moment, I release him with a salacious 'pop' and let his pre-come and my saliva create a string between my lips and his dick, then lick him clean.
"You taste so good, daddy," I murmur, my mouth moving against the biggest vein. I push his legs out so his legs spread further, then tuck my head between them to bite the soft insides of his thighs. He makes an animalistic sound and lurches forward, yanking on my hair as I give him low hickeys.
While keeping my head in place, I start to pump him again. I don't go slow, either; this time, I go quickly and know that I'm building him up to a fever pitch. When my thumb glides over the head and he swears, I know it'll only be a matter of seconds.
So, I pick my head up and wrap my lips around him again, head bobbing as I make eye contact. He places a hand on the top of my hair and cranes my neck back and fists my hair when he comes. I keep sucking as he shoots his load off into my mouth, swallowing thickly as it slides down my throat.
I kiss him all over as he starts to soften. I put my lips on the head of his dick, the shaft, and ghost them across the marks on his thighs. He doesn't let me linger, though. Instead, he lifts me by the armpits and directs me towards the bed, saying, "On your hands and knees."
I do as I'm told, crawling forward with my ass in the air. He walks around to the side, eyes on me, and I glance over for validation.
"Good girl," he says, reaching to trail a finger down the curve of my spine. "I just need to look at you. You're so fucking perfect." I smile breathlessly when he pushes on my shoulder blades and says, "Lower. Drop to your elbows."
Obeying, I let my neck go slack and my head fall forward so I can't see what he's doing. I can feel his presence, though, and before long he touches me. He runs his hands up and down my sides, buries them in my hair, and grabs two fistfuls of my ass while standing behind me. He smacks it lightly from the side, causing me to smile to myself. He can't stay away from it.
"This ass," he says, bending to kiss the right cheek. "Fuck."
"Do you like it, daddy?" I ask, turning my head to the side.
"I fucking love it," he says, and before I can register what's happening he plants both hands on my hips and sinks inside me, making my eyes roll back from the sudden contact.
"Shit," I whimper, curving against him.
He rocks his hips, pushing further. "You're wet as hell, kitten," he says. "Is someone horny?"
"Yes," I moan, eyelashes fluttering as he moves impeccably slowly. "Oh, god… daddy, please."
He leans forward, pressing some of his body weight down before pushing me further against the mattress. He climbs on behind me, balancing on his knees, and makes sure I'm pinned down and completely at his mercy. Just the way we like it.
"Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you," he says.
I lift my hips higher, spread myself wider, and moan with my lips pressed shut. "Please, daddy,"I whine. "I want it so bad."
With one hand solid in the middle of my back, he picks up speed and starts thrusting with more power. His skin slaps against mine each time he buries himself in me, and my mouth falls open with the feeling. "You feel so fucking good I can taste it," he says, fingernails digging into my back. "Do you know how good you feel, kitten?"
"Mmm…" I whimper. "No, daddy. Tell me."
"Your pretty little pussy is so fuckin' tight around my cock," he says. "Squeezing the fuckin' life out of me." He uses his free hand to squeeze my ass, making me gasp. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to, baby," he grunts.
"You," I breathe, barely able to get a word out because of how hard he's fucking me. "Belongs to… uhhh… my god!"
He chuckles haughtily. "That's what I like to hear."
"Daddy, oh… my god!" I moan, my voice going higher and higher. "Fuck!"
"Who do you belong to, kitten?" he asks, without slowing down. He takes a handful of my hair and yanks it back, pulling my head with it. The pain shoots down my spine and centers between my thighs, focusing on my throbbing clit. I could explode at any minute and he knows it.
"You, daddy," I sigh, moaning as he winds an arm around my stomach to lift my ass up higher. "I belong to you."
"Yes, you fuckin' do," he says, still slamming into me so hard I see stars. "I couldn't stand those men at the bar thinking they could have a piece of you. I fucking hated it. I wanted to come over there and brand you, bend you over the table just so they'd know you're mine."
"They know now," I whimper, satisfied that I got the reaction out of him that I'd been trying for.
"Yes, they do," he says, making a guttural sound as he pulls out without warning. Then, I feel heat shoot onto my back, dripping into the crease of my spine and over the slopes of my waist. "Shit," he breathes.
He likes coming on my back, and I don't mind. It's an effective form of birth control, but it means that the comforter has to go in the wash. No matter how foggy my head is, that thought always comes to mind.
"Just look at you, kitten," he says, holding my ass again. "Flip over."
Still conscious of the semen on my back, I move slowly. My skin sticks once I turn over but I try to push it out of my thoughts. We can deal with it later, definitely not right now.
"Spread your legs," he says, kneeling between them.
A spark of a smile lights up my eyes, then my mouth. "Have I been a good girl, daddy?" I ask, reaching low to run my hands over my thighs. I'm aware that he's conscious that I didn't come just now and he did. That's two for him and none for me, which is unusual.
"So good," he says, but moves my hands away and pins them to the mattress by the wrists.
"Good enough to get my pussy eaten?" I ask, blinking slowly.
His eyes flash as he bends to kiss the inside of one knee, then gets closer and closer to my center. He stops on the smooth round of my thigh before lifting up and looking at my face, shaking his head a bit.
"After a few spankings, I'm sure you'll have learned your lesson," he says. "Are you up for it?"
I smirk softly, pressing my knees together as I sit up and give him a wordless answer. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me into his lap as I rest on my elbows, ass in the air. He lifts one hand to draw a line down my spine with one finger, through the residue of the sticky mess, then slips that finger into my mouth.
I suck on it dutifully, curving my spine further. And just when I thought I knew what he was going to do, he leans in and kisses my back, running his tongue through everything that came from him.
"Holy shit," I whimper, growing weak.
He cleans me up without missing a single spot. As his tongue moves over the slopes and ridges of my back, one hand stays on my ass and the other woven through my hair. I can barely keep myself up and he's not even stimulating me yet - at least, not in the way I expected.
He presses a dirty, wet kiss over my back dimples once he's finished, slipping his right hand lower to slide over my pussy lips. They're drenched, and I hear the satisfied sound he makes when he realizes it.
"You liked that, didn't you, kitten?" he murmurs, voice nearing my ear.
"Yes, daddy," I whisper, arching my back as he teases my slit. He runs a finger along my entrance without going in, just teasing the lips apart by a bit and nudging my clit before drawing lazy circles over it. Because he's brought me close once already tonight, I'm dying for an orgasm and that small movement shoulders me near the edge. But soon, that hand leaves my body and comes back with a sharp smack. My eyes widen and my mouth falls open as I lurch forward, ass stinging as he rubs the spot he just hit.
"God, I love this ass," he says. "It's turning so red for me already."
"Spank me again, daddy," I beg, rocking on my knees. I need more of that electricity, and I know he'll give it to me.
"Of course," he says, and follows through.
The searing imprint of his palm makes me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, physically quivering afterwards. He doesn't give me much time for a reprieve, either; instead, he smacks me three more times in succession, all in the same place.
"Shit," I whine, trembling.
He spanks me once more and before I can even register how it feels, he flattens his hand between my thighs and rubs me in maddeningly fast circles. I clench my hands into fists and pinch my eyes shut, spreading my knees as my orgasm begins without any buildup - it just washes over me in one fell swoop and I barely realize it when I squirt all over his hand and lap.
"Fuck yes, baby girl," he grunts, then pushes me onto my back. "Such a good girl."
He doesn't let me breathe before burying his face between my thighs and pulling on my skin to bare the pink inside. He absolutely ravages me - using his nose, lips, tongue and teeth - and before long I'm having a second orgasm only moments after the first, and this one leaves me incapable of clear thoughts. I can't even speak or remember my name, my heartbeat floods my whole body and I can't catch my breath for the life of me.
He kisses his way up my body and swipes a hand between my legs over the place that's still powerfully throbbing, hinting that he's ready to give me a third. With a weak smile on my lips, I close my thighs and press on his wrist, gently pushing it away while I try and remember what planet we're on.
"No?" he says, lips moving against the crook of my neck as I curl against him - fully naked, while he's still wearing the dress shirt that's now stained with my bodily fluids.
"Not yet," I sigh, wrapping my arms around his sturdy shoulders. "I need time."
He smiles against me, nipping at my pulse point. "Alright," he growls, pressing soft kisses against the welts he created. "We have all night. And I plan on using our time wisely."