Authors: Jennifer Denys
Jessie groaned, throwing her arms over her head. “I jumped into that one headfirst without looking, didn’t I? We could, of course, disprove the point, and all that happens is I get a sore bum.”
Sam relented. “All right, if that happens, I’ll buy you some of your favorite chocs in recompense, agreed?”
Jessie reluctantly agreed. “So how do we do this?”
“Come over here, sweetheart.” He gestured her to his side and patted the arms of the chair. She did as he commanded, slightly wary.
After some laughter, he realized that laying across the arms of the chair was not only extremely uncomfortable for her, it put her in a bizarre position with her stomach dipping lower than the rest of her, her legs stuck up in the air. That brought on an attack of giggles.
“I wonder how many authors actually tested some of these scenarios out first,” Jessie asked, finally gathering her breath as she shifted awkwardly on top of him.
He pondered. “Hmm. I think you’re supposed to be laying over my legs, not the chair. However, I think in this book the girl was leaning over the desk.” He patted her ass to make her stand.
She scrambled up, and Sam led her over to the next best thing to a desk, the table, pressing her chest forward until her palms were flat on the table, her breasts flattened. “You realize this is still going to be uncomfortable,” she commented as the edge of the table dug into her stomach, causing her to move back against him.
“But a spanking isn’t supposed to be nice. It’s primarily about punishment,” he replied, adjusting her body so she didn’t find it quite so painful.
“So what have I done then?” she demanded, lifting up slightly.
“I’ll tell you in due course,” he stated and put a hand on the small of her back, holding her firmly down on the table while he lifted the hem of her dress. He stopped her immediate responses to his comment by the simple expedient of lifting it slowly, trailing his fingertips up the inside of her thigh as he did. Instead of a retort from her, he got a loud gasp. Folding the dress into the hand still holding her down, he moved his other hand to her panties, pleasingly noting they were not like the plain, white, boring ones she had worn before. They were still white but short and lacy.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I like the panties.”
She turned her head to smile at him then moaned as he gently inserted his hand into her panties, cupping her ass, caressing it. He then proceeded to edge them partway down her thighs, all the time keeping contact with her skin. Jessie started panting.
“Okay, this is for wearing awful underwear the other day.” He proceeded to spank her bare bum, keeping a close eye on what he could see of her face.
She yelled, more at his comment than the spank. “That’s not fair. I’ve gone out and bought these especially.”
“That’s why you are only getting one spank for your underwear.”
“Hmm.” Her body tightened in annoyance.
Sam realized he needed to arouse her again quickly, so he went back to caressing her ass cheeks before a second quick spank. “That one was for distrusting my choice of book.” His hand this time went between her legs, gently rubbing her pussy lips before returning to caress her butt cheeks, which were getting warmer. He had been aching to explore her bottom further since their first time.
Jessie laid her forehead on the table. Sam felt her try to widen her legs further but was restricted by her panties. She groaned through gritted teeth.
Smack.
“And that one was for keeping your predilection for these types of books hidden.” Her groan this time was much louder as he touched her pulsing clit with his caressing fingers.
Smack.
“And that one was for disbelieving the books when they say the woman can get aroused by a spanking. There is more than one reason for giving a spanking. One may be for punishment, but the other reason people do it is for sexual arousal.” He stood upright, gathering her trembling body against his. “And I can’t think of any other reasons to punish you.” He smiled into her hair, holding her tenderly.
Jessie leaned back and sighed. Her knees were a little wobbly, so he held her tighter. “I do like the feeling of your arms wrapped around me. It makes me feel protected. I also want a jolly good reason why you aren’t continuing with the arousal if not the punishment, particularly since I am not getting any chocs,” she demanded huskily.
Sam laughed. “There’s another scene in this book I liked. The bit in public—not that I am suggesting we do this in public,” he hastily added as she tensed in his arms. “But I liked how he made her come on his lap while in the club.” She relaxed into his arms, practically purring, and allowed him to lead her back to the armchair, which he sat in, leaving her standing momentarily.
He continued, “So the scene goes that he told her to take her clothes off until she was naked.” He gestured at her to do so.
Jessie stuck her tongue out at him, seemingly in defiance, but did what he asked. “You realize this is only the second time I’ve been totally naked before you!”
“Any reason you won’t look as gorgeous as last time?”
She blushed and pulled her panties off quickly before visibly changing tactics and taking her time with the rest. He grinned at her antics.
“Now what?” she said as she finally pulled off her last garment.
Sam’s voice was strained as he recovered from her impromptu striptease. “Now you turn round and sit on my lap, facing forward.” When she was seated, he kneed her legs apart so they fell on either side of his, and then widened his legs, which forced hers further apart.
He felt Jessie shivering as the cold air hit her pussy. “It’s a good thing I’m not overlooked by neighbors through this window, or they’d get a sight they weren’t expecting.” As Sam laughed at her comment, Jessie continued, “I hate to pander to your ego, but this is extremely erotic. Thinking about it, I always like the bits where the guy tells the girl to widen her legs or opens them for her. It sends shivers down my spine.”
Sam laughed louder. “That’s the point, my sweet. Now shut up and concentrate on the sensations.” As she complied, he ran his hand down her body, skimming over her nipples, which were hard pebbles by now, and hovered near her aching clit. She bucked slightly, indicating her need. He smiled knowingly and proceeded to touch her where she wanted.
He was rewarded by her head falling back, her hair, which was loose for a change, falling over his shoulder. Her lips were open as she sucked in air, her arm gripping hold of his. “Oh God, that’s good,” she exclaimed.
He responded with a “shush.” One hand now went to her breast, toying with the hard nipple while his other caressed her clit, moving down towards her pussy but not quite reaching it, then back up her body, and then down again—this time dipping into her as she trembled, her feet trying to get purchase on his legs.
The next pass by her clit evoked an “Ahh, Jeez,” as her breath came faster, her head thrashing about on his chest. Sam responded by rubbing her harder and was rewarded by a quiver running through her body. Knowing her climax was near, he moved his hand further down so he could slip a finger into her while his thumb pressed on her clit as he squeezed her nipple. Her subsequent climax caused her knees to fly up as her hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly. Sam’s hand left her breast to hold her around the waist to stop her flying off his lap.
He held her lovingly as she came down from her high. God, he loved doing this to her, he realized. Grinning, he said, “I seem to recall at this point he took her to his private room and made love to her.”
Her face soft and flushed, she smiled. “Well, we’d better follow suit then.” And, much to Sam’s relief, they proceeded to do just that.
Chapter Five
Sam laid down the book he was reading and rose to his feet to pace.
It was his turn to question why she had chosen their latest book about a woman who falls in love with werewolf brothers. Surely Jessie wasn’t saying she wanted him to share her with another man. They’d had this conversation when he first found out about her love of erotic romances, and she indicated strongly that, while she was turned on by the thought of ménage sex, there was no way she was going to try it.
So what did that leave? He didn’t have a brother, so it wasn’t that. Maybe she’d fallen in love with two brothers and she wanted his help in choosing one? His heart pounded.
No, it couldn’t be that
, he dismissed quickly. It wasn’t like the other books. There was hardly any BDSM. On the other hand, there were a couple of scenes of anal sex—surely not? Not that their experiments had to include BDSM, but those were the scenarios that interested them the most in these books so far.
Hissing came from the kitchen. He was making dinner for them this evening, and it sounded like the pan was boiling over while he was busy reading.
“Shit.”
As he raced to the kitchen, his doorbell rang.
Hell
. He hurriedly flung the door open, leaving Jessie standing there startled while he dashed into the kitchen to rescue the dinner.
He saw her peering around the door, grinning at the sight of him racing around the kitchen in panic. She called out, “Anything I can do to help?”
Jessie was rewarded with a somewhat strangled, “No thanks, go and sit down.”
* * * *
Dinner was fine in the end, and afterward they settled back in the lounge, which was very similar in layout to hers, she realized as she sipped her large glass of white wine. Jessie began the book discussion since it was her book choice.
“I’ll tell you straight out I am not expecting sex with two men,” she began.
“Thank God for that,” he exclaimed.
“Well, not unless it’s George Clooney and Brad Pitt,” Jessie teased.
“What—those two old fogies, when you could have me!”
Jessie chuckled. “And I am not in love with two brothers, unless you have a brother?” Suddenly realizing what she had said, she continued quickly. “Not that I am in love with you…Just asking if you have a brother,” she finished lamely. Her face flushed as she took a large swallow of her wine and hoped the ceiling would cave in or something major, like aliens landing, would happen to distract Sam.
He just smiled wryly. “You’re safe. I have no brother.” He frowned. “But I was wondering if you were trying to tell me you are a werewolf in real life?” he queried, not able to keep a straight face.
She laughed, partly in relief. “No, you twit! Although that sounds like you want to play alpha male!” She raised her eyebrows speculatively then continued seriously as he grinned. “The reason I chose this one is simply because it is in my top five of erotic books—well, ones I have read so far.”
He sipped his drink and queried, “Why? What was it that you liked? Not that I didn’t like it myself, but I’m intrigued to know your reasoning.”
Jessie turned onto her stomach on the sofa, resting her chin on her hands as she pondered her answer.
Sam smiled. “You realize your skirt has become tucked under your body, revealing a lovely line of leg.” He lifted his drink to her.
She blushed and resisted pulling her skirt down. “Well, it’s got werewolves, for a start. I love anything to do with werewolves. There are so many stories with vampires in them and, I’m sorry.” She gestured dismissively. “But I’ve gotten bored with vampires, so it’s nice to read about a different fantasy creature. Why werewolves over demons or fairies or anything else?” she mused. “It is possibly because there is something elemental and strong and handsome about them.”
Sam groaned. “You’re metamorphosing them into your hunky aliens again.”
She laughed in agreement. “So what’s your favorite fantasy creature—other than Klingons,” she added derisively.
“Hmm, not sure I have one.” Jessie knew Sam’s interest in sci-fi tended toward the space element rather than the fantasy. “I’ll have to take a rain check on that one. So back to this book, you liked it because it had werewolves, is that it?” He seemed a little disappointed.
“No, yes…but I also liked the relationship slowly building between them, how they gently initiated her into the delights of sex.”
“Aha, now we’re getting to it. So, is there any ‘sexual delight’ you want to experiment?” He frowned. “I’m trying to remember the plot. Ahh,” he exclaimed victoriously. “I know. You want to suck me off in a clearing in the woods.”
Jessie lowered her head to look at her book, but actually to avoid looking at him. “Hmm, no. Not sure I’m ready for that yet.”
Sam said in a stunned voice, “I actually said that as a joke, but will you consider it at some time?”
“Maybe—but not in a clearing in the woods where anyone could wander by.” She giggled, trying to divert the topic by adding humor. She had a few issues about oral sex.
“Okay, we’ll leave that one for now.”
“I liked the bit where—and I hasten to add most books with werewolves have it—he takes her from behind.”
“Jesus, Jess!”
Looking up and seeing the startled look on his face, she continued quickly, “Oh God, I didn’t mean in the ass. I meant, well, doggie entry, to put it crudely.”
“Phew, that’s a relief. Not sure
I’m
ready for that one—yet,” he added. Jessie bit her lip again. He continued, “Why entry from behind?”