ShotgunRelations by Ann Jacobs Page B

hadn’t touched
them. She strained against her bonds, wanting to touch herself and ease the
intense arousal that was spreading from her cunt, overtaking her entire body
with a need—no, a compulsion—to experience for real what she was seeing as a spectator.
    Jack would order a sub to kiss her and
play with her nipples while he claimed her cunt and ass. She’d try to hold back
her climax, awaiting his order…
    She couldn’t wait. Her brain screamed for
her to relieve the pressure that threatened to shatter her into a million
pieces. The patterned motions of the strobe lights intensified, bathing her
world in shades of purple, red and gold. Passionate colors that hung before
her, taunting her with unfulfilled promise. “Please, Master.”
    Her master’s hot breath tickled her
sensitive mound. “Come for me.”
    “Oh yes, Master.” He knew her better than
she knew herself. All her pent-up arousal shattered when he stood and moved
behind her, fitting his throbbing cock into her cunt and sinking into the slick
wet passage.
    “You like my cock. Say it.”
    “I love your cock, Master.”
    He slammed into her harder. “Tell me how
you want it.”
    “Fast. Deep. Omigod.” She shuddered. Never
before had it been so intense. Her pussy clenched around his cock. “Please,
Master.”
    “Tell me you want me to come inside you,”
he commanded, his voice ragged.
    “Oh yes. I want your come.” The first hot
burst of his semen into her body had her coming all over again, the feeling
even more intense than before as she watched the sub trembling in apparent ecstasy
while the Dom shuddered and came and the Domme used her mouth to soothe the
welts where the flogger had marred the sub’s back.
    As Liz collapsed against her bonds Jack
supported her weight against his body so the shackles wouldn’t dig into her
skin.
    * * * * *
    She’d taken to the club scene, tentatively
at first but with unmistakable enthusiasm. As they lay together in his bed
several hours later, Jack watched Liz sleep and wondered how he could have been
so lucky as to find a woman whose libido meshed so perfectly with his own.
    His dick swelled against her slender
buttocks when he fantasized about sharing her with another Dom. As hot as any
sub he’d ever topped, she’d get incredible pleasure from being stimulated by
two strong Doms. He’d share her mouth and her breasts and her ass, but her cunt
was his. Only his.
    Bye had said something similar to that
while they’d planned the ménage scene with Karen—before those two had fallen in
love, hard, in spite of the longstanding enmity between their families. Jack figured
he was experiencing a similar possessiveness to what Bye had felt then,
although Jack doubted he’d ever go so far as to turn his back on the BDSM
lifestyle the way it seemed Bye had done.
    Jack wanted to marry Liz, to be her master
always, not just for the term of a contract for sexual possession. Hell, he’d
already gone a long way toward committing to her when he’d come in her earlier
without protection. Twice, yet. That realization should have had him shaking
with terror but it didn’t. He wasn’t so far gone as to hope she was pregnant,
but the possibility didn’t make him want to run away as far and as fast as he
could.
    If she’s pregnant we’ll get married
right away. No child of mine will be a bastard. He’d like it better if they were married in front of God and the whole
community, an established couple long before his seed started growing inside
her.
    I guess feeling that way is the curse of
being a bastard yourself.
    Jack stroked along the delicate curve of
Liz’s back, his touch light so as not to wake her. He considered how his
feelings for her had evolved in the short time they’d been together.
    Guilt washed over him when he thought of
why he’d come on to Liz at first, with the idea of thwarting Four, keeping his
old man from getting his hands on the Laughing Wolf through her mother. He
tried to figure