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  Jack chuckled as she started to writhe on the fingers crammed into her ass, he’d found that tiny little spot already. He gave it a fleeting pass again and her pussy flexed on his fingers. She was ready. Jack gently started to remove his fingers to pick up the anal plug and she whimpered in protest. “I’m going to fill it right back up, Katherine.” Not giving her time to think about the plug he pushed it past the tight ring of muscle and twisted as he fucked into her. She went wild under him, bucking and squirming riding his fingers and the plug. Jack rubbed her clit with his thumb and watched her shatter.

  Letting the plug rest in her ass he rolled on a condom and pulled her onto his dick. Sinking into her was like fucking nirvana. The fullness in her ass, made her pussy feel even tighter. He made sure her bottom rubbed the bed with every stroke working the plug. “Look at me, Katherine. Katherine.”

  Kat tried to focus on Jack’s face, but the sensations were too much, she felt taken over. Helpless to some force that was ruling her body. The plug was working that spot over and over and Jack’s cock was working the one in her pussy the same way. She managed to lock onto his face. “You’re fucking mine. Katherine. Mine. Do you understand me? It’ll never be enough, never.” Kat whimpered as Jack began to pound into her mindlessly.

  There was a single moment of absolute silence in her mind as her body seemed to splinter into two pieces. She saw Jack throw his head back and open his mouth but she couldn’t hear the sound he surely made. She looked down to watch him fuck in and out of her pussy. Her juices coated him and her thighs. The last thought she had was nothing is supposed to feel this good… then blackness took her under.

  Jack watched Kat go limp under him and had a split second of sheer panic. Had he hurt her? Pulling out, he reached and pulled her onto his lap. “Kat, baby, did I hurt you?” He was relieved when she gave him a goofy grin.

  “Jesus, Jack, I always heard you could be fucked silly, but I thought it was just a saying.”

  Jack threw his head back and roared with laughter. He would never get tired of this woman.

  * * * *

  “I didn’t raise you to be a fool, girlie. That man is one-hundred-percent prime grade keeper material. He looks at you like a man should look at a woman.”

  Kat rolled her eyes at her godmother, Ruth. She’d been going on and on about Jack and what a catch he was. If only Ruth knew she was at this moment sitting on a damn butt plug the demented man insisted she wear. She had thought he was kidding, and one spanking later she found out just how serious the jerk was about his damn butt plugging. “Ruthie, he’s rich and way out of my league. We’re just having fun. Which I’m not talking about, thank you very much,” she said, pointing at Esme, who’d already demanded a blow by blow of every sexual detail. Uh, no ma’am.

  Jack had sworn he wasn’t going to let her go, but men said things when they were having sex that they didn’t really mean. It was like role playing, to make the moment even better. He’d sounded so possessive, and that look… maybe he had meant it. He’d not lied to her once. She was already in too deep, so she needed to quit thinking dangerous thoughts like that one. She knew when Jack left her, she’d be devastated, but she’d insisted on that fucking agreement. Damn.

  “She’s much too serious, Ruthie. Why, when I was her age, I was wild and free.” Esme gave an exaggerated sigh at her wild and free-ness.

  Ruth snorted. “Esme, this generation is foolish. I’m telling you now. Youth is wasted on the young. Do you remember those brothers from Wyoming that came through town that summer?”

  Esme crowed with laughter. “Do I? Lord Ruthie, how could I forget those strapping bucks? Why, I think we spent the entire summer on our backs or down floating in old man Chester’s pond, naked as the day we were born.”

  Kat shuddered as the two women cackled over their illicit memories. “Just stop, I’ll have to go scrub my brain now, thank you very much.”

  “She gets it from her father, I think. He can be such a stick in the mud about sexuality,” Ruth said with a sigh. “I’ve always chosen to embrace life, take from it what I can before the devil gets his due.”

  “Amen, sister,” Esme chimed in as she sipped her tea.

  “Ruthie, he’s only here for a few more days. I’m embracing life, dammit. I agreed to a week with the man. I even put my job hunt on hold until our agreement is over.” That had been a doozy of a conversation this morning. She mentioned looking for jobs and he’d brought up their stupid agreement. “How can I have my promised week if you spend most of it working?” he’d said. “How am I supposed to show you the joy of submission and dominance if you aren’t around?” he’d said. So she’d given in, with hardly a qualm. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t put up much of a fight.

  “Kat, honey, I know you think I’m an old busybody and I’m halfway to crazy, but I’ve got eyes in my head. That boy has no plans to let you go… and you need him, honey. Now, I’m telling you the spirits are in a frenzy about something coming for you. I think he can keep you safe. The thing is so dark, so full of hate, its evil. Pure evil. Scoff if you want, don’t believe, but for my sake, keep that man near to you. He’ll protect you.”

  Kat watched her godmother absently rub her forehead and continue to mutter, to her spirits, as she called them, the lighthearted atmosphere of moments ago lost. Esme patted Ruth’s hand, lending comfort. Kat felt guilty that she’d gotten her so worked up. “Ruthie, I promise to be careful and I know you aren’t halfway to crazy. You’re already all the way crazy.”

  Ruth smiled up at Kat’s joke. “That’s right, dumpling, and don’t you forget it.”

  At the sound of the doorbell ringing Kat jumped up to answer it. “I’ve got it, ladies.” Kat was surprised to see Lonnie Watkins standing there with his hat in his hand.

  “Hi, Lonnie.”

  “Hi, Kat. Uhhmm, I was wondering if I could talk to you private like about something. It’s weighing on my mind real heavy. It’s about Marla and what she did.”

  Kat knew Lonnie from way back when she visited Ruth during the summer. He was a nice guy, big and harmless. Ruth had told her he’d had an accident when he was around one and it affected his mind. She’d always liked him and made sure to stop and talk when she passed him. “Ok, Lonnie. What’s up?”

  Lonnie pointed to the chair at the end of the porch. “Over there, I don’t want no one to hear me.”

  Kat shrugged and followed him over to the far end of the porch. “Kat, Marla did a bad thing. I think it’s them drugs she takes. They make her say bad things and do bad things. She don’t mean harm, but they mess with her head. I don’t think she really wants him to hurt you, but she was on them drugs and she lied and now he’s going to hurt you so I had to tell you. He hurt Marla. She screamed and screamed, but I ain’t supposed to help unless she says Lonnie real loud like.”

  “Slow down, Lonnie, what are you talking about? Marla is hurt? What man?”

  “No she ain’t hurt no more, well not much, she says she’s healing fine and will be able to work soon. I tried to tell her I’d get her a job at Earl’s, I mean I know people there and all. It’s the man, he’s really bad. She lied about you to him. He’s going to come get you.”

  Kat started at the sound of a car door slamming. She looked up and saw Jack staring daggers at Lonnie. By the look on Lonnie’s face he’d seen Jack as well. “I gotta go, Kat, I told you about the man. Marla didn’t mean no harm, I don’t think, well not really. Don’t let him get you, Kat, he makes her scream something awful.”

  “Lonnie, wait, I don’t understand.” Lonnie practically flew down the stairs on the side porch as Jack came striding up to her.

  “Who the hell is that, Katherine?”

  “That’s Lonnie. He’s a local guy, I’m sure you’ve seen him around town. He’s harmless, I promise.”

  “What did he want?” Jack was almost bristling with anger. He’d pulled up to see some large man leaning menacingly over Kat.

  “I honestly don’t
know. He was talking about Marla being hurt and some man and her lying about me and drugs. Seriously, he was so wound up I couldn’t make heads or tails of anything he was telling me.”

  Jack pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. “Marla is out of her mind. You need to make sure you stay well out of her way and anyone she’s associated with.”

  “I’m not a child, Jack. I know she’s into drugs and all that, I have no desire to cross paths with her ever again. What are you doing here at Ruth’s? I thought you were going to be in meetings the entire day.”

  The truth was, Jack had canceled everything until he got back to Lexington. He had a limited amount of time to convince her he wanted her for the rest of their lives. Being the boss did come with perks. “I sent everyone back to Lexington. I want to spend every waking moment with you, Kat. I can’t do that if I have fucking people nattering in my ear about money and business half the day.”

  Kat couldn’t help it, she laughed up at him. “Nattering? Really, Jack? That’s a total Ruth word.”

  “The woman has a way with words, Kat. Besides, I like it, nattering describes perfectly what it sounds like.”

  Kat gave a squeal when Jack ran his hands down the back of her loose shorts, unerringly finding that damn butt plug. “What a good little sub you are, sweetheart, plug still in and no panties.” Jack grasped the base and stroked it in and out slowly.

  “Jack, they are a room away in there. I know they aren’t spring chickens, but trust me Ruth still has great hearing.” Kat grabbed onto his shirt as he continued to shuttle that damn thing in and out of her ass in short little digs.

  “Ruth saw me pull up, she’s not going to step foot out of that door. I know this excites you, little sub. Do you remember when Ronan watched us? You loved it. If we were at the club I’d put you up on a stage and make you come in front of the crowd. Let them see how beautifully you take your pleasure.”

  “Jack, please.” Kat groaned and gave a shudder as he continued to work her.

  “Please what, Katherine.” Jack leaned down and nipped her ear lobe with a stinging bite.

  “I need you, please, Sir… I hurt.” Kat whimpered, all shame swept away by desire.

  Jack cast a glance at the door and pulled Kat deeper into the porch away from prying eyes. Unzipping his pants he pulled his cock free, lifted Kat high and brought her down onto his shaft. Their mutual groan of pleasure mingled between them. Jack worked her hips up and down his cock. She was making those sweet little mewling sounds, but he could still hear her pussy as it sucked his dick back in greedily with loud slurping sounds. She was sopping wet, beyond caring they were on her godmother’s porch with a road in front of them. “Katherine, tighten those sweet pussy muscles, baby, that’s a girl, squeeze my cock.”

  Kat clenched and then came undone as she rode him to completion. Yep, he’d turned her into a slut bag. She’d seriously just fucked him, in broad daylight, on Ruth’s porch. “Jack, let me down. Oh shit, what did I just do? You make me absolutely crazy!”

  Jack tightened his hold for a second, but let her slide down his still engorged dick. He didn’t miss the fact that she tightened around him again when she realized he was still hard as a fucking iron pike.

  Kat knew she should be embarrassed, but he did something to her, made her shameless. Looking down, she saw that he was still hard, he hadn’t even come, that had been for her. “Oh, Jack, that looks…” She wanted to say painful, she really did, but it looked really fucking tasty so she licked her lips. She felt the change go through Jack instantly.

  “On your knees, sub.” Without thought, Kat dropped to her knees on the old plank porch. Her juices once again starting to soak her thighs. She’d wanted to taste him since she’d laid eyes on him.

  Jack grabbed her head with one hand and pulled her chin down with the other and simply shoved his cock as far as he could get into her mouth. He had completely lost anything that resembled control, fuck she’d practically salivated at the sight of his cock. Watching that pink tongue dart out and slide over those wet lips, he’d snapped. Now here they were, him fucking in and out of her mouth like a mad man. She loved it, though. She was licking the underside of his dick and swallowing on him with each thrust. “You will take every drop I give you, Katherine, if you lose a single drop I’ll be very disappointed. Do you understand? Every. Single. Drop. Swallow it, now.” Jack couldn’t stop the yell as he began spurting seed down her throat. He watched her swallow hungrily looking up at him with those big green eyes.

  Pulling from her mouth with much more care than he’d entered it, he watched as she whimpered and continued to lick him until he was clean. Looking down, he closed his eyes in a silent prayer of restraint. She was soaking wet again, dripping to the floor under her. “Poor baby, that little pussy is still hungry.”

  Kat whimpered in need. Jack pulled her up, brushed off her knees, tidying her clothes as best he could. “Sunshine, I’m going to make our excuses to the ladies. Go wait in the car. Oh, and Katherine, if you dare to touch my pussy we’ll have a problem, do you understand me?”

  Kat shuddered at the thought of the punishment that would earn her, he’d best hurry. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good, girl, go. I’ll be along in a moment.”

  Chapter 11

  Master Stone wiped the cum from his hand onto his jeans, not giving a shit after that little show he’d just witnessed. How had he passed by little Miss Kat Robertson all these years? She’d not only let herself be fucked on the front porch of bat shit crazy Ruth Jensen’s house, she’d let that fucker force her to her knees and ram his cock down her throat. She’d loved every minute of it too. He’d ridden her mouth hard, digging all the way down her throat and she’d swallowed it each time. She’d sucked his dick like it was a favorite treat and licked him clean afterward. Fucking little cunt, she’d be perfect as his new pet. He doubted she’d be able to take all his dick at first, but it would be fun to make her try. He used to love when Caroline would pass out with his dick in her throat. He’d pinch her nose together and she’d get that sweet panicked look right before her eyes rolled back in her head. Hell, that soft little throat would take all his girth when she’d been unconscious.

  He always made sure she was resting on a soft little pallet when she came to, with a beautiful thick metal chain wrapped around that small throat. All securely attached to his bed. Then he’d play back the video of what he did to her while she was out. “I am yours, Master, do as you will,” she’d reply each time. Were there ever sweeter words? He’d loved Caroline as much as he could love anyone. She had understood him, reveled in the things he did to her. Begged for his hands, his tongue, and his dick. No matter how badly he hurt her, she would sweetly tell him, those precious words. He’d had others after he’d killed Caroline. None compared, they begged for mercy. One hard fuck session with a few of the whores he’d purchased up in Lexington and down in Nashville and usually he had to put them down. Fucking weak cunts, but Kat Robertson for all her daintiness might just be able to take a long hard fucking, if what he saw today was any indication. He’d teach her to love the pain he gave her, to crave the blood and cum that would run down her thighs.

  The guy had to go. He did not share his pets. That would be a little trickier. He’d finally gotten a good look at the fucker. It was none other than Jack Kincaid. Master Stone snorted. He was supposed to be Dom. Some fucking Dom he was, letting that bitch control him. Doms were in control. Doms doled out pleasure when pleasure was earned. Riding a dick was not earning pleasure. Screaming, bleeding, crying for her master was earning pleasure. She’d done none of those things. She would learn her place, quickly, or she’d die slowly.

  * * * *

  Jack’s grip on the steering wheel was so tight he wondered that it didn’t crumble in his hands. He could smell her need. It was permeating the closed confines of his car. Every bump he hit on this godforsaken road caused her to squirm in her seat, earning him a glare. If she came before he got his hands on her, h
e was going to turn that ass bright red.

  Kat glared over at Jack. He was in full operational fucking Dom mode. Big bad jerk was supposed to take care of her. That’s what all the books said. She needed to come, dammit, she ached too much and he was just ignoring her. Granted, he was driving, but he could have allowed her to masturbate, just to take the edge off. Who cares if she’d already ridden him like a pogo stick? He was supposed to be giving her the time of her life. Grimacing when he hit a bump again, she clenched her thighs together. The motion caused her clit to throb at the slide of flesh on flesh. Shit, she was so close. Just one more rub. Shifting her thighs on the seat she almost cried out at the small orgasm that rocked through her body. Oh yes, like that… finally.

  Looking over at Jack she saw the absolute evil grin spreading over his face. Then realized they were in his driveway. Surely he didn’t know she’d had the teeny tiny little orgasm. “Sweetheart, I hope that little flutter was worth it.”

  She opened her mouth to deny it. “If you even think of lying to me right now you will not like the consequences. You’ve already earned a punishment, if you want to add to that go right ahead. I can smell you, sweetheart, the moment you slid those thighs together that sweet cinnamon and vanilla got stronger.”

  Kat gulped. The grin was gone. Jack was not Jack at this moment. He’d morphed into alpha Jack. She probably should have waited for Jack to get her off. Well, shit.

  “I want you to go straight to the bedroom. Do not talk to Connie, strip completely, and wait on your knees, legs spread wide. I want you to face the open door when you’re kneeling. Katherine, do not move once you are in position. I want you to think about what you did, and why you are being punished.”