It was a tree trunk, a cannon sitting between his legs, the arm of a grown man…and it looked like that arm was about to fist me.

Fuck, the thoughts in my head were so wrong, but damn if I wanted to be right.

In my mind, I wanted to put my hands out and wiggle my fingers while saying, “Gimme, gimme, gimme,” but knew that not only would give me a pass straight to restraint-ville, but it would also move the mood from sexy as hell to brand new virgin confused as to what sets the mood.

“Get your eye full?” Jett asked, cutting into my thoughts.

“Can you actually turn to the side a little?” I asked while directing him with my finger.

He shook his head no and approached me. “Up on your knees,” he commanded.

And just like that, with that domineering voice of his, which had a southern charm to it, I was stripped of my robe and getting on my hands and knees, preparing myself for whatever he had planned.

He came up behind me and placed his hand on my lower back. His fingers spread wide, he pressed down just hard enough that I knew he meant business as he ran his hand up my spine. His body came up close behind me, and I could feel his erection against the back of my thigh, enticing me to beg.

He hovered over my back as his hand found my neck. His fingers ran through the small wisps of my hair and dug into my scalp, massaging my nerves, and sending impossible chills all over my skin.

The hardness of his body pressed against me as his mouth grew close to my ear.

“Little One, I have a little bone to pick with you. You see, I’m afraid you gave the wrong impression of my cock back there in the kitchen. Now, do you know what happens to you if you lie?”

“You spank me like a bad girl?” I asked, giddy at the thought.

“No, that would be too much pleasure for you. If you’re to be punished, then I want you to be punished. So, do you know what that means?”

“Dinner in my room?” I asked, trying to be charming.

“One more smart mouthed comment from you and I’ll make sure you don’t see pleasure for a week.”

Well, that fucking clammed me right up.

“Better,” Jett said, pleased with my silence. “As a punishment, I will touch you, I will bury myself deep inside of you, to the point where you don’t think you can take anymore, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, when you feel every part of your body turn numb, I will pull away, tie you up, and leave like that so you can’t orgasm.”

“What?” I practically cried, as I turned to look at him.

“Eyes straight ahead; don’t make me ask you again.”

Obeying him, I looked straight ahead and cautiously asked, “Would you really do that to me?”

“Do you think you deserve it after that conversation in the kitchen?”

“You made fun of me too…”

Snap.

With a quick flick of his wrist, his hand connected with my ass, sending a shock of surprise and then pleasure through my body. Oh, fuck, yes.

“Remember who is in charge here, Little One.”

“Yes, Jett,” I answered.

“Now, do you think you deserve that punishment?”

Knowing that I didn’t want that punishment, I wanted to say no, but if I agreed with him, he might take it easy on me, so instead of acting out and showing my defiance, I swallowed my pride and nodded my head.

“Let me hear you say it,” Jett said forcefully.

“Yes, I deserve that punishment,” I replied breathlessly at the way his hand started to move over my back again.

He traced my spine carefully and then ran his fingers down to my ass, to the backs of my thighs and then travelled on to my innermost sensitive skin, to a spot that was sore from last night, but more than happy to accommodate Jett’s current needs. I grew even wetter as his fingers teased my core, played with my responsive skin, my skin that made me shake and quake under his touch.

My breathing grew heavier as I tried to control my hips from thrusting into his fingers. Self-respect, Goldie, self-respect.

“Does my punishment turn you on, Little One? You’re very wet.”

“You turn me on,” I responded, wanting him to push his fingers inside of me, anything to lessen the pressure that was building up.

“Good answer,” I felt him smile behind me. He leaned forward again, so his mouth was close to my ear, as his hand still continued to tease me, while the other hand ran up my stomach to my hanging breasts. He took turns tweaking each nipple, causing me to moan out loud.

“You’re so responsive, Little One. For that, I will forgo my punishment and teach you a lesson a different way.”

Thank fuck!

“What do you have planned now?”

“Since you seem to forget how large my cock really is, I’m going to take it upon myself to remind you.”

“How do you plan on…oh fuck!” I screamed, as Jett plunged himself inside of me.

Just as Jett was gentle and loving last night, he now turned right back into his dominant self, and I loved every little moment of it. Don’t get me wrong; I liked it when I was allowed to touch him, to explore him, but right now, with him gripping onto my hips and deep inside of me, I was more than happy to see this side of him.

His fingers held tightly onto my skin as he filled me with every glorious inch of him. Yup, definitely not a little macaroni.

I waited patiently for him to start thrusting into me, to show me how deep he could go, but he just held still, growing inside of me, but never moving. I thought of helping him out, reminding him of the typical movement one conducts in such a position, but knew that could only cause trouble, so instead, I opened my mouth.

“Jett,” I begged, letting him know that I was ready for whatever he had planned.

“Were you asked to speak, Little One?”

“No, but, I just…fuck, I need you, Jett.”

“Very well, you just have to do one thing.”

“What’s that?” I would do just about anything right now to get the man to move his hips.

“You need to shout at the top of your lungs how big my cock is, so Diego and Blane can hear you.” I could hear the mirth in his voice and it took all my strength not to turn around and slap his cock like it was a wet piece of bread.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Oh, I’m very much serious right now, Little One. I don’t joke around when it comes to my cock. Now, you have two options, you can either scream at the top of your lungs that my cock is trying to swallow you whole, or I can go back to option number one, the original punishment.”

The cocky mother fucker.

“You really want me to say your cock is trying to swallow me?”

“Yes, I find that will prove the point of my size. Your choice.”

Like I had a choice right now. The man was ten inches deep inside of me, ready to make my fucking day, of course I was going to shout.

Rolling my eyes, I cleared my throat and said, “Jett’s cock is swallowing me whole.”

Jett tsked at me and started to pull out, causing me to clear my throat and shout one more time, “Jett’s cock is swallowing me whole!”

Jett pondered for a second and then said, “You can do better than that.”

Gah! If it wasn’t for what was going to come, I would have punched the man behind me.

One more time, I sucked in air, and then shouted as loud as I could, “Jett’s cock is swallowing me whole!!”

“We heard you the first time,” Diego said, while shouting past my door, heating my entire body with embarrassment.

“Oh, my God,” I mumbled, as Jett chuckled behind me. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Jett said, as he leaned over me, inserting himself all the way in. “You don’t hate me at all. Admit it,” he demanded with a tweak to my nipple.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Good.”

With that, Jett forcefully moved his hips forward and held on tight to my body as he continued the movement. His mouth nibbled on the back of my neck, while his hips did all the work. I steadied our position by digging my hands into the bed, trying to keep as still as possible with each stroke.