Chastity Belt Page 5

  “Damn, you have an amazing, amazing ass,” he said as he stopped the spanking and just continued to make her writhe over his knee from the constant motion of his fingers on her clit. “Get up,” he ordered.

  She jumped up, her knees shaky and her ass cheeks burning, and looked at him.

  “I want you to get on the bed on your hands and knees—facing away from me.”

  Okay, that sounded like trouble. Georgia laughed nervously but did as he said. She felt open and vulnerable kneeling like that in the middle of the bed. Turning to look over her shoulder, she shook her head to get her hair out of her face and watched Jonathan with interest.

  He came up behind her and she gasped as she felt his fingers slide deep into her cunt, stroking her carefully. “Relax around my finger,” he said softly, and as soon as he said it Georgia knew what he was up to. Her heartbeat raced as she felt his finger, slick with her wetness, circle her asshole and then press forward.

  Oh my. That feels incredible. Georgia moaned with pleasure and bucked her hips against his long finger, trying to increase the sensation.

  His rhythm faltered and Georgia looked back at him, wanting him to keep going. “Don’t stop, I like it,” she said.

  “Good.” He poured a huge dollop of lube over his fingers and dipped two, then three slick digits into her ass. She moaned, loving every second of it as he carefully prepared her tight channel.

  “Come on,” she groaned when his fingers slipped out of her asshole. “Fuck me.”

  “I’m just getting lubed up for you, sweetheart,” he said and then she felt the head of his hard cock, slippery as promised and covered in latex, replace his finger as he eased into her asshole. A bloom of dark, erotic pain flowed through her as his thick cock stretched her wide. She inhaled sharply, loving the filling sensation as he fucked her slowly and carefully.

  “Damn it, Jonathan, I’m not a china doll, fuck me!” she said, squealing as he slapped her ass and thrust into her, reaching around and fingering her clit with one hand as he held on to her hip with the other as if he were riding in a rodeo.

  Georgia gasped as an orgasm came over her, clenching her muscles around his cock. “Come on me, baby,” she gasped. “Rip that condom off and come on me.” He moaned at her words, pumping only a few more times until he pulled out of her with a grunt and ejaculated on the small of her back.

  His cum sat on her spine like a puddle of warm syrup and she stayed in position on her hands and knees, breathing deeply and focusing on that one warm spot as the aftershocks of her orgasm washed through her.

  “Sorry about that,” Jonathan murmured as he used what was probably four hundred thread count Egyptian cotton sheets to wipe his sticky cum from her back.

  She laughed and rolled onto her side, pulling him down next to her. “Don’t be sorry, I like it. I begged for it, remember?”

  “You like my cum on your body?”

  “Love it.”

  Jonathan smiled and kissed her. “Tonight was fun.”

  Georgia nodded and looked into his gorgeous brown eyes. “I promise you I’ll see you again—you don’t need to put the chastity belt on me.” It was true—he didn’t need to. But she wanted him to. Could he see it on her face, in her expression?

  Jonathan shook his head. “I believe you want to see me again. What I don’t believe is that you have the self-control not to masturbate while you’re not with me.”

  She sat up. How did he know her so well already, when they were practically strangers? “Oh all right,” she sighed.

  He raised his eyebrows. “You mean you’ll consent to wearing the chastity belt again?”

  “Yes. For you, yes. Since it’s obviously so important to you,” she said. And I want to make you happy.

  His smile then was worth the inconvenience. “That’s wonderful. Thank you,” he said, grabbing her hand in his and kissing it reverently.

  “Can I go clean up first?”

  “Of course,” he said, gesturing toward the bathroom. “And since you like anal play so much, I’m going to reward you for consenting to the chastity belt by putting a butt plug in you before I lock you up. I have a very large one that I think you’re ready for.”

  Georgia’s mouth dropped open. “You want me to wear a plug all night?”

  “I told you earlier that you were going to learn a thing or two about sore assholes, didn’t I?”

  * * * * *

  She laughed. Damn, this man was something else, that was for sure. “That thing is huge,” she said, eyeing the plug warily. It had to be several inches thick at its widest part. Much, much thicker than his cock, and that was saying a lot.

  “Let’s let gravity do the work then,” he said, walking to the corner and pulling a straight-backed wood chair away from the wall. With a flourish, he removed the small pillow from the back of the chair and stuck the base of the butt plug to the seat.

  “You can’t be serious,” she said as he poured lube in his hand and stroked it over the plug, which sat erect on the chair somehow. He wobbled its firm, rubbery length but it didn’t tip over. Must be suctioned.

  “Just hover over it,” he said, “and lower yourself nice and slow.”

  Georgia stood over the chair as if she were ready to sit and spread her thighs, lowering herself until she felt the tip of the plug slide into her asshole. Not so bad. She dropped lower and gasped as her sphincter spread wide, her thigh muscles burning as she forced herself to go as slowly as humanly possible.

  “It’s too wide,” she said, frozen in place three-quarters of the way down the plug. Her quads trembled with exertion.

  “Allow me,” Jonathan said. He put his hand on her shoulder and, while he definitely wasn’t pushing her down, simply having his hand guide her gave her the courage to continue. He dropped his hand to her nipple and caressed it, flicking it lightly.

  She gasped as her ass cheeks hit the wood chair and grinned. “It’s in.” Georgia sat up carefully, easily breaking the suction seal the base of the plug had made with the chair. “Oh wow.” She felt full—and it felt amazing.

  Jonathan smiled and patted her bottom, spreading her cheeks, fingering the flared base sticking out. “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “I’ll put the belt on you and I want you to spend the night.”

  “Really? Are we ready for that?”

  “It’s just one night, Georgia. I’m not asking you to move in or anything.”

  She blushed. Of course. No biggie. “If you lock me up in the belt, how will we consummate our first all-nighter together?” she teased.

  “I’ll just have to be a gentleman,” he said, picking the chastity belt up off the floor. Her stomach fluttered pleasantly as he clicked the metal into place. There was something about this chastity belt that was growing on her—the feeling of being his.

  The fact that she had the plug in her and couldn’t remove it until Jonathan gave her permission and physically unlocked her was such a turn-on that she stepped up to him, suddenly needing to feel him between her legs once more—but she couldn’t slake her desire with another orgasm. Not with the belt on.

  She looked up at him. “We can still kiss, though, can’t we?”

  His lips against hers, hot and sweet, were answer enough. “You, Sweet Georgia, really are a glutton for punishment.”

  Jonathan actually ended up removing the chastity belt in the middle of the night, pulling the plug out with excruciating slowness as she moaned in the dark. But before she could come again, he locked her back up. She wailed in frustration but he kissed her cheek and told her he’d take care of her at the club the following evening.

  Georgia woke up to Jonathan’s alarm clock buzzing. She rolled over sleepily, but Jonathan jumped out of bed and opened the drapes, letting the sunshine stream in over her face.

  “You’re welcome to stay if you want,” he said, “but I’ve got to go to work.”

  “No, I’ll go,” she said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She winced as she looked at the white cotton pillowcase,
which was now smeared with her black eye makeup. “I’m sorry.”

  Jonathan laughed. “The housekeeper’s coming today anyway, she’ll do the laundry. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.”

  Oh. Of course. She tried to smile to cover the inexplicable disappointment she felt. What did she expect? He obviously wasn’t a virgin. And neither was she.

  “Come here so I can unlock you,” he said.

  She rolled out of the bed and walked over to him, naked except for the chastity belt. “You don’t have to unlock me.”

  He laughed. “I need to check your skin and make sure everything’s okay,” he said as he unlocked the belt and pulled it off her. “After you shower I’ll put it back on you. I told you it was staying on for a week, and I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

  “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” she said, sighing with pleasure when his fingers gently caressed her labia as he inspected her inch by inch. “There’s no way I’ll have the self-control not to masturbate before tonight otherwise.”

  “Go shower,” he said, giving her a quick smack on the butt. “I’ll make coffee.”

  Jonathan watched as she sashayed into the bathroom. How had this turned so quickly into…whatever the hell it was? First she was pissed that he put the chastity belt on her—that he could understand, because even though she had told him the idea turned her on, he knew the reality was a bit more daunting than the fantasy. What was a little more difficult to get, though, was what exactly had happened that made her sing in the shower, ready to come out and allow him to lock her up again?

  She wanted the chastity belt, there was no denying that, despite her halfhearted protests. He certainly hadn’t counted on finding a woman like Georgia. It was a bit disconcerting—but he had to admit that knowing she was willingly submitting to his fetish turned him on. There was something about this woman—he had known it the moment he saw her, despite the fact that she had been spread-eagle and being licked by every gentleman in GC. Or hell, maybe because of it. Sex would never be boring with Georgia.

  The shower was running when he knocked on the bathroom door.

  “Come in, water’s fine!” Georgia called.

  Jonathan grinned and stripped off his T-shirt. He had time to get her primed for this evening before he had to leave for work. The shower door was steamed up but Georgia turned and pressed her tits against the glass, giving him an instant erection.

  She was so beautiful with the lather from the shampoo streaming down her breasts, over her tight, flat stomach. Stepping into the hot spray, Jonathan took the soap from her hands and gently washed her, turning her in his arms to let the water rinse the bubbles off.

  “Spread your thighs,” he whispered, dropping to his knees on the cold, wet tiles. Water dribbled in his mouth from the shower as he licked her freshly shaved pussy, darting his tongue between her lips to capture her clitoris.

  She moaned, her hands tangling in his wet hair as he sucked hard, rolling the little nub between his teeth and tongue.

  Then he stood.

  “No, keep going, I was so close,” she groaned.

  “I know,” he said wickedly. “Now I’m going to put the belt back on you.”

  Georgia’s mouth dropped open and Jonathan shut off the shower and grabbed a towel. “You have to finish what you started,” she said. “You can’t leave me like this all day!”

  “Sweet Georgia,” he said, running the towel over her body, “that’s exactly what I intend to do. It will make tonight at the club that much more enjoyable for us all.”

  To his surprise, she started fingering herself, rubbing her clit as fast as her hand would allow. She was trying to cheat herself to an orgasm before he could get the chastity belt back on her.

  Laughing, he grabbed her wrists in one hand. “Oh no you don’t, you little minx.”

  Georgia cried out in frustration, pounding her fists against his muscular chest in protest as he carried her still-wet body into the bedroom. “No, you jerk! Let me come first,” she insisted as he clicked the chastity belt into place once more.

  “I’ll see you tonight,” he said. He dressed quickly, arranging his tie with the precision of a man who learned long ago the art of the perfect knot.

  “What’s going to happen tonight?”

  “It’ll be an experience you’ll never forget, sweetheart, I promise you that.”

  Georgia sighed and looked down at the belt. Damn him. She needed release so badly, but her clit was locked away now from even herself.

  * * * * *

  Her phone chimed once later that afternoon when she was trying to nap. She had to be bright-eyed for this evening’s adventure at the GC, whatever it may be. Maybe another hour of forced orgasms? She knew if that was the case she’d be begging to get out of it after fifteen minutes or so, but right now the thought sounded so good she could almost climax just thinking about the last time.

  Picking up her cell, she scanned the text message lazily before bolting upright on the couch. You better get over here. The cops are here asking about you. It was from Vincent!

  She texted back, What do they want? Which officer?

  A chime and then the last name she ever wanted to see again came across her cell phone screen. Officer Ramirez. Just get here.

  What did her ex-boyfriend want with her now? She hadn’t broken any laws. And he sure as hell knew they weren’t getting back together. So why was he asking Vincent about her?

  Fuck.

  * * * * *

  Mary Ann greeted her at the door. “Thank god you’re here,” she said, her eyebrows creased with worry. “That damn cop won’t leave until he sees you’re okay.”

  Vincent came up behind Mary Ann and gestured Georgia inside. His face was stony and expressionless, but anger seethed out of his pores.

  “I didn’t call the cops, Vincent,” Georgia said. “You know I wouldn’t do something like that.”

  He sighed. “Just go talk to him.”

  Georgia walked into the back office. Mary Ann and Vincent waited in the lounge behind her. Her ex-boyfriend Eric Ramirez stood in his police blues, arms at his sides.

  He shook his head. “I was told the lady in question was called ‘Sweet Georgia’. I can’t believe it’s actually you. Jesus.”

  “Hi, Eric.”

  “I’m on the job. Call me Officer,” he said. “And close the door. We need to talk.”

  Closing the office door, she laughed to cover her nerves and sat on the couch. “Gimme a break, Officer. What the hell are you doing here?”

  “We got a concerned call from a client here. Said a man locked you into a chastity belt against your will and wouldn’t take it off.”

  Georgia shook her head. “Not true.”

  Eric stepped toward her and Georgia gasped as he lifted her skirt. “Get away from me, Eric, I mean it.”

  “Jesus, Georgia,” he said in apparent disgust when he saw the metal contraption hiding under her clothes. “Why the fuck did this pervert do this to you? Were you such a slut he had to forcibly lock you up?”

  “Get out of here,” she said, struggling to hide her flushed face as she lowered her skirt.

  “While I can see where the guy who put the chastity belt on you was going with this, I’m still going to arrest his ass.” Eric looked down at his paper and read the name. “Jonathan Syler. He’s going down.”

  “There was no crime, you idiot!” she yelled, jumping to her feet in outrage. “I slept at his house last night and I practically begged him to put the belt back on me. I like being his.”

  Eric tilted his head and leaned back against Vincent’s expensive mahogany desk. “I received a phone call saying that this guy put the belt on you and wouldn’t unlock it, against your will. Are you saying that never happened?”

  “Well, m-maybe at first,” she stuttered, “but now it’s different.”

  “So Jonathan Syler did indeed restrain you against your will.”

  “Damn it, Eric, you’re twisting my words.
Anyway, I’m not pressing charges, so get the fuck out of here.”

  “Are you in a relationship with this man?”

  Was she? “Yes.”

  “I think I’m going to arrest him anyway,” Eric said. “It’s like with domestic abuse, sometimes the wife won’t talk but if there’s evidence we can still convict.”

  Georgia wanted to scream in frustration. She sat on the couch and put her face in her hands. “There’s no evidence, Officer Moron. You’re just doing this to fuck with my head.”

  “Oh, there’s no evidence?” He stood above her, glaring down from his full height. “How about a room full of men watching you get assaulted? How about the fact that you are wearing a damned chastity belt right fucking now?”

  “Please, please, Eric…Officer. Seriously—I’m fine. Just don’t screw this up for me.”

  “Don’t screw what up?” he asked exasperatedly.

  “I just—I think I might be falling in love with him,” she whispered.

  Eric shook his head. “You are one messed-up girl. I’m lucky you left me when you did.” He walked past her and opened the door. “Seriously, Georgia—come by the station if you need help. We could get that thing off you if you need us to.”

  Georgia looked up in surprise. Since when was Eric nice? “Th-thanks. But I’m fine.”

  He left, closing the door behind him, leaving Georgia sitting there, trembling. Why had she said that—was it even true? Could she really be falling for Jonathan so quickly?

  Chapter Five

  “Gentlemen,” Vincent purred into the microphone from the GC stage, “for your viewing pleasure—I present Casey and Sweet Georgia!”

  Georgia laughed at the intro and came onstage holding Casey’s hand, swinging it slightly as the stage fright kicked in—just a bit of butterflies she had unsuccessfully tried to drown in scotch moments earlier. Thank god the spotlight on them was bright enough Georgia couldn’t see into the audience. She could hear the men though, the ice clinking in their glasses.

  Was Jonathan out there? Watching her?