I’ve already had her in a shower stall and that’s a much smaller space.
“Jackson-”
I pull my finger out and slap her pussy. “You will yield, baby. You can do it now or you can do it after your punishment, but I’m going to get my way.” I bite her ear. “Now, which is it going to be?”
I’m hoping she chooses after punishment, not only for the pleasure it will bring both of us, but because I think it will be easier to get her to let go in the elevator if she’s already drunk with lust.
When she doesn’t answer, I spank her pussy again. I use one hand to pull her panties to the side and the other to deliver light slaps on her bare sex, right over her clit.
“Punishment it is.”
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Kylie
It’s a good thing my palms are flattened against the window, because I need them to hold me up. As Jackson spanks my pussy, lust storms through me like a hurricane, making me sway on my high heels. I’d take them off, but I know Jackson will never allow it. He loves the heels. Often orders me to strip out of everything but the heels.
Jackson would never let me fall, though. He must realize my predicament, because he circles my waist with one strong arm and brings his lips to my ear. “I bought something for you, kitten.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t move.”
He eases his body away from mine and we both groan. I feel the loss every time our bodies separate. From his desk drawer he produces a gadget or device-a bulbous metal… “Is that butt plug?”
Holy buttstuff, batman.
I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s just that Jackson’s dominance comes from being an alpha wolf, not from following the trappings of a BDSM fetish. He smacked my ass the very first time he got me out of my clothes and has never stopped since. Still, I appreciate his investment in keeping things fresh.
Even if I’m not so sure how I feel about having a stainless steel plug shoved up my ass.
He uncaps a tube of lubricant and squeezes a dollop onto his finger. “This will help you remember who’s in charge when we’re in the elevator.” He rubs the lube between his thumb and forefinger. His hungry green eyes have changed to pale blue; his wolf is riled up for me.
Damn. He’s still on the elevator idea. Not that I thought he’d drop it. Jackson King didn’t build SeCure into a multi-billion dollar company by taking no for an answer. But I’m way more into wearing my interview outfit to celebrate our two-month anniversary than re-creating an elevator stall-out.
He walks around behind me and tugs my panties down. My skirt is still rucked up around my waist, legs splayed wide. Pregnancy has done nothing to dampen my ever-present desire to be claimed by my mate at all hours of the day.
Jackson wedges the lubed tip of the plug between my ass cheeks and nudges my back entrance. He’s punished me with his cock there before and I admit, I loved it. There’s something so taboo, so wrong in all the right ways. It requires my complete surrender, not that any sex with Jackson doesn’t, especially during the full moon. He’s always rough, always demanding. He can’t help himself, which, in turn, makes me feel powerful. Desirable.
Still, I resist the cool metal intrusion, squeeze my cheeks to prevent its entry. Jackson slips a hand into the front of my panties and twiddles my clit. The rush of pleasure loosens my muscles and I inadvertently relax. He breaches my tight entrance. I mewl and pant, working to drop my resistance. The plug stretches me, fills me. I groan, my pussy dripping.
“That’s it, kitten.” His hot breath feathers across my ear. “Almost there.” The plug seats, but my relief is short-lived. The fullness, the stimulation on my anus have me squirming for satisfaction.
I shift on my feet, pressing my mons into his hand.
He tsks and removes his fingers, leaves me trembling against the window, waiting.
“I prefer to spank you bare-skinned with my hand.” He walks to the end of the wall-length window and unhooks the plastic tilt wand from the blinds. “There’s nothing more satisfying than your ass under my hand.”
I struggle to think of a snarky comeback, but the buzzing in my clit is too distracting.
“But I’d hate for my secretary to hear. So I’ll have to use something quieter.” He slaps the tilt wand into his palm.
I eye it doubtfully. It looks mean, even with my newly activated shifter DNA, which makes any pain or marks disappear in a matter of hours, if not minutes. Apparently, my pussy doesn’t object, because my arousal drips onto my thighs. Jackson’s nostrils flare and I know he smells it.
A low growl rumbles in his throat. “Push that ass out, kitten.”
Tingles race over my skin, my breath rises and falls quickly as I hollow my lower back and present my plugged ass to him.
The wand whips through the air and lands across the middle of my buttocks. A line of fire streaks across my flesh and I yelp. “Fuck!” My hands fly to cover my ass and I whirl around to face Jackson.
He smothers my planned protest with a hard kiss, stamping his lips over mine, coaxing his tongue into my mouth. He keeps kissing me until I whimper and soften against him, arms looping around his neck. When, at last, he pulls away, he closes his teeth around my lower lip and pulls it out before he releases it with a pop.
“That fucking hurt,” I complain.
He cups my ass, rubbing and massaging away the pain. “Ready for the elevator?”
I lift my chin. “No elevator.”
The hands on my ass roam lower, slide between my legs and stroke my wet pussy. “This pussy, baby,”-he demands another kiss-“belongs to me. And I need it in the elevator.” He kisses me again, more gently, lips stroking mine, nibbling lightly. “You know you’re safe with me. If you get scared, I’ll take care of you. You’re mine, baby. I’ll always protect you.”