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In an effort to get out of Jackson’s place and away from the weight of his friends’ scrutiny, Paula had thrown herself into clearing out her grandmother’s house. What started as a quick attempt to make progress turned into a surprisingly emotional afternoon. Between vintage dresses, shoeboxes, and even a mountain of hatboxes, she unearthed more history than she’d expected and more hidden cash than she’d admit out loud. A quick call to Laura had connected her with Wilma, the local seamstress, who eagerly agreed to take a look at everything. Paula packed up the first load and headed out, glad to have something useful to focus on even if part of her dreaded returning to Jackson’s.
Paula came in through the back door of Jackson’s condo. Wilma had been delighted at the sight of the clothes she’d brought, and it had given her pleasure to see the happiness on the older woman’s face. When Paula showed her the hats and told her about all the others, she’d looked like she was about to jump up and down with joy. Paula left her with the promise to bring another load as soon as she could manage it.
Now, she could only hope the guys had left. She shuddered as she thought back to the hostile looks they had given her. Whydid they all hate her so much? She’d never done anything bad to them, had she?
She listened for male voices, but all was quiet. Paula drew a deep breath and entered the living room, only to find it empty. Maybe Jackson had gone to bed so he could lie down. She went down the hall, and there he was on the bed. Naked and awake.
He looked up and offered a slow, tired smile. “Hey.”
“Hey.” She paused in the doorway. “How was your evening?”
“Better now.” His gaze raked over her and made her skin heat.
She paused for a moment to admire his body and wonder how he had managed his clothes without help.
She approached him and started to bend down when she remembered Rule One. She took a step backward and made quick work of her t-shirt, jeans, and underwear. Jackson looked pleased with her compliance. When she came close again, he engulfed her in his strong arms and took control of the kiss right away, making it completely different from the one when she had left five hours ago.
Jackson pulled back from her mouth and regarded her with a lust-filled, half-lidded gaze. “I want to feel your hot mouth on my cock.”
Paula started to crawl down his body, but he halted her.
“Not like that, I want to feast on your pussy while you do it! Straddle my chest and offer me your sweet cunt.”
Paula hesitated. “I’m worried I’ll choke you if I do.”
Jackson grinned. “Death by pussy. Wouldn’t that be a way to go?”
Paula swatted his chest. “Moron.”
“Oh, Melda, you’re going to pay for that!” His grin widened.
“And you’re looking forward to making me,” she observed.
“Oh, yeah!” His eyes sparkled. “Fetch me my bag.”
Paula scrambled off the bed, eager for this side of their relationship to return and somewhat worried about what he might use. The inkling of trepidation was fuel to her libido, and heat gathered in her lower half, giving that edge vanilla sex didn’t have.
Paula retrieved the black leather bag from the closet and gave it to Jackson, who had pulled himself up to a semi-sitting position.
“For this I want you to lie down on your belly beside me. Ass in the air, upper body down on the bed, hands stretched over your head.” He waited for her to comply. “That’s good. Spread your knees some more, and turn your head in my direction. You can lay your head down. This is going to take a while.”
That sounded as ominous as the car mechanic saying, ‘the repair was going to be slightly more expensive than estimated.’ Paula almost lost her position when cold lube drizzled between her ass cheeks. She steadied herself and tried to relax, knowing what was coming was inevitable.
“That’s good, Melda, relax and let me in,” Jackson coaxed while rimming her puckered hole with first one then two fingers. He took his time stretching her, adding more lube twice. He cleaned his hands on a towel then rummaged in his bag. Paula almost screamed when she saw the butt plug he pulled out.
“You aren’t planning on putting that monster in my ass, are you?” She eyed the purple plug that was as long as her hand. She doubted her hand would fit around the widest part.
“You can take it, Melda, and you will take it, for me.”
Paula looked from his determined face to the purple giant and back. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl,” Jackson whispered and pressed a kiss on her exposed back.
Jackson lubed the monstrous plug and pressed the tip against her entrance. She started panting, concentrating hard onkeeping herself from clenching. The stretch and burn became increasingly uncomfortable. “Yellow.”
Jackson let up the pressure and stroked her back with his free hand. “You’re doing great, Melda. The widest part is almost in. I’m so proud of you, taking my plug. As soon as my leg is healed, I’ll fuck you there. I look forward to claiming all of you.”
Oh, she wanted that. She longed to be his completely. The burn had become less, although it still felt uncomfortable.
