Dominating Jess: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella by Rachel Nixx

gentle touch. She moved her hand down, over my shoulders,
down my back, to my ass. I heard the chain rattle and felt the anal hook again.
As Jake pulled the chain upward, the hooked shape swiveled inside me, pushing
down, so whenever his cock slid in, I knew he could feel the metal of the hook,
too.
    I felt myself clamp
around him, and prayed he wouldn’t mind if I came again.
    “Olya,” he said, his
voice as strained as I’d ever heard it. “Pleasure her.”
    Another sound, the
backpack zipper, and then she was next to me. A low buzzing filled my ears, and
she pushed a vibrator against my clit. It was like she’d plugged me into a wall
socket. Of all the things I’d felt that day, this was the most intense, the
most painful in its capacity to provide pleasure.
    I came within seconds.
    “Christ, your pussy
just got so fucking tight. I can barely move. Oh, Jess. ”     
    I loved my name in his
mouth. I came harder, and Jake fucked me faster. Olya kept the vibrator on my
clit, and I had no time to come down from my second orgasm before I was clawing
my way up to the next one. I lost all sense of who I was—I couldn’t
remember my own name—all I knew was that I needed to get fucked like this
for the rest of my life. Jake pumped himself deep inside me and I felt him
start to come. Holy shit, this forever. I wouldn’t eat or sleep, I would just fuck
and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck fuck fuck FUCK . I came again so hard
I bit the inside of my mouth and tasted blood.
    I did collapse then,
my knees going out. Jake wrapped an arm around my waist, tumbling to the dirt
with me. I missed hitting my head on the stump by an inch. I was filthy now,
covered with dust and dried grass. After removing the butt plug—oh, the
joy as it slipped out—and unhooking the chain from my collar, Jake rested
next to me, facing me, his arm still around me, his mop of brown hair resting on
the dirt. We were tangled together like we’d done this forever. Olya smiled and
wandered away, checking her cell phone again.
    I concentrated on
finding where I’d left my breathing. I seemed to have misplaced it in the last
few minutes, and it would be a nice thing to have back. I sucked air so hard I
choked, and Jake’s mouth turned up in a grin.
    “That enough for you,
tough girl?” He touched my cheek so softly I could barely feel it.
    “Holy shit,” was all I
could manage.
    He rolled onto his
back and put out an arm. I scooted up and onto his shoulder. We lay like that,
as comfortable as if we were in a king-sized bed. The sun had moved and where
we’d been in shade, we were now in the path of a sunbeam that traced his hair
and my jaw, warming me as much as his gaze did.
    “Holy shit,” he
agreed.
    I kissed the side of
his cheek, loving the feeling of stubble against my lips. If I could purr, I
would have.
    An older woman wearing
a blue kerchief holding the arm of a younger man came around the bend in the
path. The woman glanced at us and then looked away as if we didn’t even exist.
Maybe this was heaven. Maybe I was dead, and she couldn’t see the ghost of my
happiness.
    But the young man’s
mouth agape told me that yes, we were still visible. Jake reached out lazily
and caressed my breast. “I hope he can’t read English,” he said. “Because he
can’t fuck you right now. I want you too much.”
    The two walked on,
leaving us lying in the sunlight. I didn’t even mind that I was in the dirt. My
head was on Jake’s shoulder, so I didn’t care about anything else.
    “You’re amazing,” he
said in my ear, his voice a low rumble that made a shiver roll down each
vertebrae.
    “You say that to all
the girls.”
    “I don’t.”
    “You just fuck them?”
My gut twisted with a hot shard of something—was it jealousy? If I
admitted that, what else would I have to admit?
    “I haven’t been an
operator in a long time. That’s why Olya’s been laughing at me all day.”
    I twisted on my hip,
propping myself up on one