Page 105 of Bourbon Kingdom
“Clearly,” he chuckled. “Just don’t go digging around in there.”
“God, no!” I practically shouted.
“What? Is my ass that nasty to you?” he asked, feigning insult.
“What? No, your ass is nice,” I backtracked. “I just . . . I mean, I don’t do the finger in the hole thing. I mean, that’s your job . . . wait! No, I mean, finger in the hole, yes, but not in the stink, just in the pink. You know, the vagina . . .” I let out a long breath, as Jett just let me ramble on, so I said, “You know, this ass talk is far above you, where are your manners?”
“Someone told me I needed to loosen up a bit, so I’m trying a new approach. I’ve found it to be quite rewarding,” he smirked.
“Why? Because you get to hear me ramble on like a moron who doesn’t know how to stop?”
“Exactly.”
“Hmm, well, I’m glad you’re getting pleasure out of this.”
“I am,” he smiled once again and then perused my body. “Now, little one, it seems like you need to be punished for your lying in the kitchen. Since you were not so kind about the size of my cock, I thought I would show you how misinformed you were.”
“How would you do that?” I asked, watching him pull himself away from me and pull his briefs off. He toed them to the side, giving me a great view of his very impressive erection.
So, when I was in the kitchen, discussing Jett’s little macaroni, what I really meant was the man was sporting a cannoli fit for the Jolly Green Giant.
It was a tree trunk, a cannon sitting between his legs, the arm of a grown man, and it looked like that arm was about to fist me.
The thoughts in my head were so wrong, but damn if I wanted to be right.
In my mind, I wanted to put my hands out and wiggle my fingers while saying, “Gimme, gimme, gimme,” but knew that would not only give me a pass straight to restraint-ville, but it would also move the mood from sexy as hell to brand-new-virgin confused as to what sets the mood.
“Get your eye full?” Jett asked, cutting into my thoughts.
“Can you actually turn to the side a little?” I asked while directing him with my finger.
He shook his head no and approached me. “Up on your knees,” he commanded.
And just like that, with that domineering voice of his, which had a southern charm to it, I was stripped of my robe and getting on my hands and knees, preparing myself for whatever he had planned.
He came up behind me and placed his hand on my lower back. His fingers spread wide, he pressed down just hard enough that I knew he meant business as he ran his hand up my spine. His body came up close behind me, and I could feel his erection against the back of my thigh, enticing me to beg.
He hovered over my back as his hand found my neck. His fingers ran through the small wisps of my hair and dug into my scalp, massaging my nerves, and sending impossible chills all over my skin.
The hardness of his body pressed against me as his mouth grew close to my ear.
“Little one, I have a little bone to pick with you. You see, I’m afraid you gave the wrong impression of my cock back there in the kitchen. Now, do you know what happens to you if you lie?”
“You spank me like a bad girl?” I asked, giddy at the thought.
“No, that would be too much pleasure for you. If you’re to be punished, then I want you to be punished. So, do you know what that means?”
“Dinner in my room?” I asked, trying to be charming.
“One more smart-mouthed comment from you and I’ll make sure you don’t see pleasure for a week.”
Well, that fucking clammed me right up.
“Better,” Jett said, pleased with my silence. “As a punishment, I will touch you, I will bury myself deep inside of you, to the point where you don’t think you can take anymore, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, when you feel every part of your body turn numb, I will pull away, tie you up, and leave you like that so you can’t orgasm.”
“What?” I practically cried, as I turned to look at him.
“Eyes straight ahead; don’t make me ask you again.”
