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  Jesse grinned in response. “Yeah, me too. I never knew you were such a wildcat. Glad to see you’re open to some adventure.”

  “What? The tying-up thing?”

  “Yeah. I guess you could say you passed my test.”

  “I’m not sure how to feel about that.”

  “Don’t worry; you were everything I hoped you’d be and more.”

  “Yeah, but—”

  He shushed me with his mouth before pulling back to explain, “I just needed to know if you’d be open to this kind of stuff.”

  “What stuff? Like S&M stuff?”

  He started to chuckle. “Sugar, no. The kind of things I’m into barely scratch the surface of that world. I like a bit of kink; I’m not looking to beat the shit out of you. I’m a control freak, not a sadist.”

  “How so?”

  “A little light bondage, some toys, a bit of Dom play. Nothing too crazy.”

  I mulled that over. It didn’t seem like anything I couldn’t handle. “Fine. But next time, don’t test me. Ask. Okay?”

  “Okay. You’re right. I guess I didn’t think to ask because a scarf hardly counts as kink. I was only easing you in. I won’t make that mistake again.”

  If tying me up was “easing me in,” I couldn’t even imagine what other tricks this guy had up his sleeve. Because yeah. If our future encounters were even close to what I experienced today, I was totally game.

  THE NEXT MORNING, I was confused about how I should act toward Jesse. I didn’t know how often I could expect to take him up on his “offer.” Based on how we talked about it after our first encounter, I was pretty confident we weren’t going to limit our arrangement to a single night of debauchery. But did that mean we were going to be exclusive? For how long? Did it mean we’d hook up every day? Once a week? Every month? I’m ashamed to admit that I was actually hoping for more of an hourly-type schedule.

  He was at his door as usual when I pulled into the back lot. As I got out of the car, I fiddled with my keys on my walk toward him, and couldn’t help but notice the sly smile he was aiming at me.

  “Hey Sweet Cheeks, want me to unlock that back door for you?” he asked.

  There was nothing to do but drop my head and chuckle. Jesse laughed too as he added, “I made a full pot of coffee. Why don’t you drop off your stuff then come over?”

  “Sounds good. Just give me a minute.”

  By the time I got everything situated at the bakery and popped over to The Market, Jesse was unloading some peppers onto their spot in a display bin. His strong, muscular arm was holding a wooden crate against his hip as he worked, and I found myself getting a bit sweaty and keyed up as I watched those talented hands in action. The same hands that had turned me to mush the night before.

  The bastard didn’t even look up as he asked, “Enjoying the view?”

  I decided to just be honest. “Yes, actually.”

  He winked as I stepped closer and leaned against the produce bin next to him.

  “Mine’s bigger,” he said, nodding his head in the direction of my hands and ohmygod I was absently stroking the cucumbers. I was flustered and embarrassed, but Jesse just snickered as he offered, “If you want to add playthings into our sessions, that can be arranged.”

  I was intrigued. “What do you mean? Like what?”

  He shrugged. “I can easily walk down to Drew’s and grab us something fun...”

  Drew owned the novelty shop a few stores down. Along with the gag gifts and blacklight posters, he had an entire “adult” section of the store devoted to sex toys and vintage porno DVDs. “Oh dear Lord, no. I caught a glimpse of that horror show one time and now my brain can’t unsee it.”

  He put the crate on the floor, stepped closer, and looped his arms around my waist. “We’ll work our way up to it.”

  “Oh we will, will we?” I laughed out, smiling as I let him kiss me.

  And that small contact was all it took. Before I knew it, I was clawing at his shirt. He took the cue and fisted his hand behind his shoulder blades, stripping off his tee before pulling mine over my head and undoing my bra. I palmed his length and found that he was already hard. Nice.

  We both worked the buttons and zippers at our jeans, ripping them down our legs quickly as he spun me around and started to bend me over the heirloom tomatoes.

  “Oh God eww no!” I protested. “Not on the food, for chrissakes!”

  “Shit. You’re right. I just got those in and they were fucking expensive. Can’t afford to throw them all out.”

  He directed my naked form a few steps over to the front counter, spun me away from him, and forced my head down to bend over its surface as he put on a condom. My hands wrapped around the edge of the counter, causing Jesse to say, “Oh, Sugar. You should see how hot you look right now. So perfect. Just like that. Don’t move a muscle.”

  Not that I could. In this position, my torso was practically immobilized next to the cash register. Poor Nicole would be working in this spot all day, having no idea what debauchery took place here mere hours before.

  He tore my undies down to my ankles, grabbed my hair in his fist, and slapped my ass. What the hell? I shot him a warning look over my shoulder as his brows raised, gauging my reaction, asking for permission. “You like it when I spank you?”

  God help me, I totally did. “I do.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Just a little,” I answered, bypassing the confession about how good it felt, too.

  “Should I kiss it and make it better?”

  Better? I was already seconds away from climaxing right there next to the counter display of Halvah bars. “Yes.”

  Jesse immediately dropped to his knees and buried his face in my ass. His fingers dug into the flesh of my butt cheeks as he licked the space in between. My legs almost gave out from the delicious sensations he was stirring inside me, and that was even before he pressed the tip of his tongue against my sensitive skin, forcing his way inside. Holy shit, he was tongue-fucking my asshole, and hell if it didn’t feel incredible. Then again, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that the produce guy from Rimmer knew how to toss a proper salad.

  It felt like an eternity before he finally came up for air. He stood, pressing his hips against my backside to say, “My dick is so hard right now. You want me to fuck you?”

  The guy wasn’t lying. It felt like a titanium flagpole back there prodding the flesh of my butt. I was more than ready myself. “Yes.”

  He smacked my ass again. “Tell me. Tell me you want my cock inside you.”

  “I thought I just did,” I managed.

  Smack! “You’re gonna need to do better than that. Beg me.”

  “I want it.”

  Smack! He leaned over and hissed against my ear, “I said beg.”

  Holy hell. Was he the hottest thing ever or what? “I want your big cock inside me. Please. Please fuck me.”

  Jesse positioned himself between my legs, and with one demanding shove, he was in. He grabbed my shoulders for leverage and pulled himself into me deep, pounding against me in a forceful rhythm. It felt phenomenal, being taken so roughly by a man who knew what he was doing. My tits smashed against the hard Formica counter with every thrust. The line between pain and pleasure had been blurred, and all I knew was that I loved every minute of it.

  I removed one of my hands to brush the hair out of my eyes and got smacked again. “I told you not to let go of that counter.”

  It was so hot to hear his normally smooth voice oozing with authority. I was learning that it was his bedroom voice, the one he used exclusively while we were fooling around, to wield control, to overpower me in the very best possible way. I hadn’t realized I could be so compliant, but I loved how he took charge. I loved giving myself over to him, trusting him to bring me to places I’d never been before. And that lack of inhibition made for the most incredible sex I’ve ever experienced in my life.

  His dick was hammering into me in a punishing cadence, so I alm
ost didn’t notice as his thumb slid down the crack of my ass, pushing at the tight opening. There was no argument from me as he used my own wetness to lube my asshole and pressed his finger inside. Oh my God. I almost came right at that very second. Between his massive beef-bat pumping inside my pink canoe and his finger filling my starfruit... it was too much. The pressure. The overwhelming feeling of fullness. It heightened every sensation inside me.

  And then he added his gravelly voice to the equation. “I’m going to fuck you here, too. You ever been fucked in the ass?”

  Holy shit! I was teetering on the edge of an apocalyptic orgasm, but I managed to answer him. “No.”

  He slammed into me deeper, landing another smack on my backside. “Say it.”

  “I’ve never been fucked there.”

  “Tell me you’re going to let me fuck your virgin asshole.”

  My cunt started to convulse at his words; my entire body throbbing. I was wound too tight. Oh God I was going to—“Oh fuck! Ohhh God! Yes!” My torso thrashed uncontrollably as I came, my ass bucking back against his demanding cock. His hands grabbed my hips as he pounded himself into me with a force that actually hurt and felt amazing at the same time, fucking me hard and deep and fast until he exploded with a fantastic roar, the both of us collapsing onto the carpet in a breathless, panting, sweaty heap of flesh.

  My entire body was on fire; my mind was a discombobulated mess. So I wasn’t exactly in the right headspace when Jesse said, “We really need to stop doing this.”

  My stomach dropped suddenly at his words, throwing my brain into a panic. Stop? What does he mean, stop? We just started!

  He pulled me tighter against his side, adding, “We can’t keep fucking at work. Let me take you to bed.”

  Phew. “Okay,” I answered casually, even while feeling anything but. I was still reeling from the overwhelming thought that he was done with me. Thank God that wasn’t the case. “Whose?”

  His wicked grin made me wonder what further depravity was in store for me. “Mine.”

  JESSE AND I DIDN’T get too many opportunities to socialize over the course of our day, and thankfully, the store was so busy that it managed to distract me appropriately. But after closing, I was able to focus solely on my night ahead.

  The first order of business was to pit-stop home to shower and put on something pretty. Jesse only ever saw me in my work attire, which normally warranted nothing more than a Smoochycakes tee and jeans. But that night, I poured myself into a lethal white dress that was tight enough to border on obscene. Meh. What the hell. “Obscene” was most likely going to be the order for the evening anyhow.

  I lost the ponytail, took an obnoxiously long time to style my hair, and actually put on a full face of makeup. It had been so long since I got all dolled up that I’d almost forgotten how, but dammit if the end result wasn’t entirely worth it.

  The plan was that he would make “a proper Sunday dinner” and I’d be in charge of dessert. So, I grabbed the cake that I’d made at work earlier in the day and headed out to my Jeep. I punched his address into my GPS and followed the directions to his house, only an eight-minute drive away. His home was a modest brown ranch, a non-descript, cookie-cutter rectangle that matched every other house on the street. Very suburban. Not exactly where I would have ever pictured a guy like Jesse to live. It was cute, though.

  Jesse answered the door looking delicious, of course. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a yellow, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Yum.

  “Well, hello, gorgeous,” he said, opening the door wide and grinning even wider as he gave me a quick peck on the cheek. The scruff at his jaw tickled my skin as I caught a whiff of his clean, soapy scent.

  The space immediately to the right of the small foyer was his dining room, and I took note of the set table and lit candles, nodding my head, impressed. “Nice digs.”

  “Thanks. I’ve only been here a few months and you’re my first visitor.”

  Unlikely. I didn’t know what to say to that. “I brought goodies,” I said, holding up the cake platter. “Chekhov Lemon Chiffon.”

  At Smoochycakes, we always put a spin on traditional recipes. This one had layers of fluffy angel food with a lemon custard filling, slathered in white buttercream and coated in shredded coconut. This was not your mother’s lemon chiffon.

  I uncovered the cake and placed it on the serving buffet as Jesse came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Can’t wait to taste your goodies, Sugar.”

  He gave my neck a quick nuzzle before leading me toward the back of the house to the kitchen. Everything smelled divine.

  “Mmm. Yum. Whatcha making?” I asked.

  Jesse poured me a glass of cabernet as he answered, “I’ve got steaks in the broiler and some mashed potatoes in the warming tray, but right now, I’m getting ready to chop some vegetables for the salad.”

  I hopped up onto the counter, grabbed a raw carrot from the cutting board, and took a bite. “Can I do anything?”

  He leered at me, answering playfully, “Like I’m letting you anywhere near this hand-picked, work-of-art produce.”

  My eyes tightened, meeting his hungry gaze. “Oh, I’d like to think I know what I’m doing when it comes to your... produce,” I taunted. And then, I boldly slid the carrot into my mouth. Slowly. Deep.

  Jesse’s expression was the picture of aching lust, pain drifting across his features. Ha! Awesome.

  “You tease. You think I won’t let this entire meal burn just to test you on that?”

  “I really hope you won’t. I’m starving.”

  The glare he aimed at me was positively ravenous. “So am I.” He turned off the burners and unzipped his pants. “Do it again.”

  I almost choked as he pulled out his already-hard cock and started fucking his hand. But I kept up with the show, sliding the carrot between my lips, sucking on it earnestly, letting him see what I really wanted to do to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of my mouth as he pumped his shaft, and it turned me on so bad that my cunt was absolutely aching at the sight. Just to further the torture, I bent my legs and placed my heels on the counter, giving him an all-access view of the silky white panties I was wearing under my skirt.

  Stefanie Keefe: Uninhibited Slut.

  Jesse’s head dropped in agony as a painful groan rumbled from his throat. He stepped closer and slid my soaked panties to the side, immediately plunging two fingers into my wet hole. I gasped at the invasion and deep-throated the carrot as payback. He speared me hard and stroked my clit, instantaneously causing a category-five hurricane to ravage my insides. I moaned as I pressed myself against his palm, wanting to feel him deeper, harder. Jesse kept up the pace, finger-fucking me relentlessly with one hand while jacking himself off with the other, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

  As in, not at all.

  I screamed as I came, my hot cunt convulsing around his deft fingers, soaking his hand. My lungs were exhausted, my legs felt like Jell-O, and the most delectable aftershocks were still tingling down my spine. I swiped the hair off my sweaty brow as Jesse sucked me off his fingertips, a move which almost had me climaxing all over again.

  His eyes darkened dangerously as his lids dropped to half-mast. “Those pretty lips sucking on that carrot... Oh fuck, will they look that good around my cock?”

  I caught my breath and repressed my smile to say, “Maybe we should find out.”

  Jesse was in obvious agony. God, it was so fun to tease him. “On your knees.”

  Every inch of my skin started buzzing at the command. So hot. I dropped down in front of him as he shoved his pants down to his ankles and slipped his third leg between my waiting lips. My breathing was choppy around his massive girth, but I took him in eagerly, devouring him with delirious gusto as his hips rocked back and forth, matching my enthusiasm with his own.

  “Such a vision,” he scratched out. “So pretty, you on your knees sucking me off.”

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p; Knowing that I was giving him such pleasure almost turned me on more than the things he’d just done to me a few minutes ago. I couldn’t tell him that, however. A certain obstruction was currently preventing me from speaking.

  “You like when I fuck your mouth, Sugar?”

  To tell you the truth, I totally did. My cheeks suctioned around his dick as I looked up at him with eager, wide eyes, shook my head in the affirmative, and took him deeper.

  His voice caught as he asked through gravel, “You like it rough?”

  He was starting to lose it. Nice. I gripped his ass in my hands and pulled him toward me in answer, and that was about all he could take. A growl rumbled through his chest as he grabbed me by my hair and slammed his cock to the back of my throat. My mouth was starting to cramp up; my eyes were tearing from the invasion. I loved every minute of it.

  “Oh fuck. You’re so fucking hot right now. You’re gonna make me come.”

  I cupped his tightened balls in my palm and pressed a fingertip against his asshole, same as he’d done to me that morning. That little move sent Jesse completely over the edge, and trust me when I tell you that it was a thing of beauty. I couldn’t help but groan around his cock as he started pumping himself into me at a furious pace. I thought I was going to choke from his violent thrusts but I managed to take it. I managed to love it.

  “So close, so close...”

  Beads of sweat gathered at his forehead as he tightened his fists in my hair and jacked his hips one final time, letting out with a primal roar. Hot cum spurted to the back of my throat, and I swallowed with more enthusiasm than I would have thought possible. But as it turned out, everything about Jesse Miller was delectable, even his ball batter. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his yogurt-slinger as I sucked the last of his release.

  Stefanie Keefe: Cock-Gobbling Thundercunt.

  “Holy shit,” he said, trying to catch his breath and grinning like a deviant. “I’m never going to look at a carrot the same way again.”

  I laughed as I got up from the floor and went to the bathroom to clean up.