Chapter Six

Jen looked at him, at his eyes, and saw heat and passion there. ‘Where do they serve that?’ she asked him.

“I think my hotel serves that,” Richie answered, sidling closer to her.

Jen’s pupils dilated, and her pulse raced. Richie had come up and put his arm around her waist, pulling her in close to nuzzle at her neck. Jen grabbed onto his shirt to keep from melting in a puddle at his feet. “How late does your hotel kitchen stay open?”

“All night, darlin’,” he said, and smiled. He cupped the back of Jen’s head and brought his mouth down to meet hers. Jen tipped her head back eagerly, and her arms came up to encircle his neck. He shifted slightly, deepening the kiss, and pressing his erection into her thigh. He hands wandered down to Jen’s ass to squeeze, and she bit his lip.

“Ow!” he complained. “What was that for?”

“You didn’t ask permission to do that,” she said. “Very naughty.” She had a twinkle in her eye that made him smile widely.

“I am sorry,” he said.

“I will choose to forgive you this time, but don’t do it again. Or else.”

“Or else what?” Richie asked, taking Jen into his arms again.

Jen smiled. “Don’t you worry about that.” She tilted her head up for another brain-fogging kiss, and she felt Richie smile against her lips and ease his hands down to squeeze her ass again. She broke the kiss, and stepped back, mock anger on her face. “I warned you,” she said. “Drop your pants.”

“Darlin’, that’s hardly a punishment,” he said, unfastening his jeans and slipping them over his hips.

Jen smiled seductively as she dropped to her knees in front of Richie. His head tipped back, anticipating her hot mouth on him, and he was surprised to feel the cool, smooth silk of her scarf instead. He hardly had time to say, “what are you doing” when he felt a tug on his balls. He looked down to see that Jen had trussed him up, tying the scarf around the base of his shaft and around his balls.

She stood and admired her handiwork. “Pull your jeans back on.”

“What?” Richie couldn’t believe it.

“Do it,” Jen commanded. He hitched his pants up, and Jen kept the ends of the scarf in her hand. With Richie’s pants fastened, a good two feet of scarf dangled from the front. Jen gave a little tug, and Richie hissed and began to stiffen. With a nod, Jen led the way from the room, tugging on the scarf when Richie wasn’t following closely or quickly enough.

When they got outside, Jen tucked the ends of the scarf into Richie’s pocket. “C’mon,” she said. “I feel like Italian.”

“Oh really?” he asked, narrowing his eyes with pleasure.

“Yep, and Iacobacci’s is just the place.” Jen winked and started off up the block.

Richie sputtered indignantly and followed. They were shown to a booth at the back of the restaurant, and sat side-by-side with their backs to the room. Jen took the ends of the scarf out of Richie’s pocket, and held them in her lap. His heart started beating hard. She wouldn’t, would she? Not here.

The waitress approached, and Richie automatically turned on the charm. He smiled widely when the woman asked if she could take their orders, and his eyes nearly bugged out when Jen gave a gentle tug on the scarf. They ordered a bottle of the house red, and gave their food orders. When she was gone, Richie half turned to Jen.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Because I can,” Jen answered sternly, though her eyes were dancing. They dug into their meals and polished off the wine, the conversation punctuated by little tugs on the scarf. Richie was surprised to find he was really enjoying this play. Usually, he didn’t like to give over control, but Jen was being discreet. Soon, they called for the check. Jen tucked the scarf in again, and they walked back to the studio. Richie led them to his rental and took off for the hotel.

When they got up to Richie’s suite, Jen locked and chained the door. She beckoned him to follow her to the bedroom, and stopped by he bed. Jen took the ends of the scarf out of Richie’s pocket and tied them to the bedpost. He let her, and stayed standing by the bed while she went to into the bathroom. It wasn’t so much that he couldn’t get out of it, but he didn’t want to.

Jen came back a few minutes later, gloriously naked. Richie’s eyes devoured her as she approached, and when he reached for her, she danced away. Richie forgot for a moment he was tied to the bed, and when he followed her, the tightening tug in his pants made him bite back a curse.

A knock on the door heralded the arrival of room service. At Richie’s raised eyebrows, she said, “Your bathroom has a phone.” Jen tossed on a robe and left Richie in the bedroom without another word to go answer the door. She directed the waiter to leave the cart in the sitting area, showed him out, and set out the “do not disturb” sign before locking the door again.

Jen looked at the items on the cart and smiled. Excellent, she thought. She put on a serious face, and wheeled the cart through the bedroom and into the bathroom. One of the items on the cart was a large silver bowl filled with ice cubes. Jen ran the cold tap and filled the bowl with water, then tossed in a washcloth from the shelf above the commode.

A second silver bowl, empty, sat beside the first, as did a kettle of hot water. She put the steaming liquid into the bowl, and tossed in a couple of the ice cubes to temper the water just a bit. She tested the temperature with her elbow, and satisfied, she tossed in a second wash cloth.

Jen checked Richie’s shaving kit. She found a strip of condoms, and tossed them next to the bowls. Grabbing a towel and covering everything over, she wheeled the cart back into the bedroom. Silently she approached Richie, and untied the scarf from the bed. “Strip your clothes off,” she said, as she unbelted and removed her robe. She tossed in the general direction of the chair, and stood there with her hands on her hips, waiting.

Richie unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt that were done up and shrugged it off his shoulders. Jen was eyeing him hungrily, and was silently urging him to hurry the fuck up. He smiled at her when he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his boots, and kick the denim away from his feet.

Jen’s gaze flicked over his whole body, and Richie felt it as acutely as if she were touching him. “Up on the bed,” she commanded quietly, and Richie complied, yanking the covers off before laying in the middle of the bed. Jen wheeled the cart right alongside the bed, and crawled up next to him, taking his hands. After kissing each fingertip, and scraping her teeth along the calloused pads, she took the tails of the scarf, tied a slip not at each end, and slipped them snugly over Richie’s wrists, limiting his movements.

“What are you doing, Jen, darlin’,” Richie asked, intrigued, and already getting hard.

Jen smiled a slow smile. “Meting out your punishment,” she said, and sat on his thighs. Richie tried to reach for her breasts, but the scarf tightened around his cock, and he groaned.

“Darlin’, not being able to touch you is torture enough,” he said.

“That's sweet, baby, but uh-uh; you aren’t getting out of this quite so soon.” Jen licked her lips and lowered them to the tip of his straining erection, nibbling just a little. She licked up and down the length of him slowly, his labored breath her reward. He hardened more, and Jen could feel his legs tighten. Grinning, she took him into her mouth, relaxing her throat to swallow him. She sucked hard, and Richie groaned.

“God, baby, that feels so good,” he said breathlessly. Jen just hummed tunelessly in response, and Richie thought he was going to lose it right then. “Oh sweet fuck,” he said, his head falling to one side.

Jen let him slip from her throat. “You okay, baby?” she asked.

“Why’d you stop?” Richie said, a tenuous hold on his control.

“Because you’re being punished,” she answered, and took the washcloth out of the ice bath. She wrung it out, and arranged it around the base of his cock, just above the scarf. Richie yelped at the cold against his skin, and his erection started to wane.

“Aw, darlin’,” he whined, and closed his eyes. His hands were opening and closing in frustration. He could remove the washcloth if he wanted to, but damn, he just didn't want to. He wanted to know what was in the other bowl.

While the cold did its thing, Jen did hers, kissing up his chest to nibble on Richie’s neck. She turned his head to one side and licked and nipped her way over to his earlobe and bit gently, then soothed the bite with her tongue. After dipping her tongue briefly into his ear, she whispered, “Is that too cold?”

“A little,” Richie said, “but not painfully,” and smiled when Jen kissed her way back down his chest to his cock. She removed the washcloth and dropped it back into the ice bath, and took the warm cloth from the other bowl and wrung that out and again wrapped it around him. The warm made him groan appreciatively, and he started to get hard again.

Jen straddled Richie’s waist, letting the edge of his growing erection bob against the small of her back. She laid down, and pressed open mouthed kisses on his chest. She kissed her way over to one nipple, and bit down on it slightly, while she reached behind her and squeezed his cock. Richie groaned and started to pump his hips against her hand. Smiling, Jen removed her hand, and scooted back to take him deep in her throat again.

When he was once again tensed on the edge of release, Jen backed off, and wrapped him in the icy cold washcloth. When he was limp and moaning, she removed it and replaced it with the warm. Over and over she repeated this pattern. Turning him on until he was so hard he couldn’t see, then icing him down just to start all over again.

“I think that’s quite enough punishment,” Jen finally said, and Richie groaned what she thought was a ‘thank God’. “I’m pretty sure you’ve learned your lesson. Right, baby?”

“Anything you say,” Richie grunted.

“And you’ve been SO good,” Jen said, untying Richie’s wrists and chafing them gently before kissing her way around them. She unwound the scarf from Richie’s cock and gathered it up to her nose, inhaling deeply. “Nice,” she said, and dropped it over the end of the bed. Trailing her fingers up Richie’s thigh again, she encircled his cock at the base, and ran her hand up and down his length.

“Do I get my reward now?” Richie said, reaching for Jen.

“Of course,” she said, evading his grasp, and settling between his legs. She dropped her mouth onto him again. This time, when he was seated in her throat, Jen lightly cupped his balls and squeezed, then started moving up and down on him, feeling his legs tense.

“Darlin’, you’ve been teasing me too long, I can’t…uuunnhhh sweet fuck…” he said, as he came. Jen sucked at him until she had taken every last drop, and he started to relax. She gentled her kisses as his breathing evened out, and smiled.

Richie hauled her up, kissing her and tasting himself on her lips. His hands grabbed her waist hard and flipped her beneath him. He sat up, straddling her thighs, and reached for an ice cube from the bowl on the cart. He smiled and pressed it to her throat, the cold making her hiss. He trailed the ice down her breastbone and over to one nipple, smiling as the cold made it pucker up more than her arousal had. He circled her nipple lazily for long moments relishing her mews of pleasure. He ran the cube down the side of her breast, across her chest, and up to the other nipple, tracing its contours and watching as rivulets of water trickled down onto the bed. He leaned forward and took one stiffened peak into his mouth, sucking forcefully on it, making her arch with his name on her lips like prayer.

For long minutes, he alternated between her breasts, icing one while warming the other, and Jen was squirming and struggling on the bed. Richie smiled, and once the ice cube had completely melted, he moved off her to spread her legs. Climbing in between them, he smiled and took another ice cube from the bowl. Jen’s eyes widened as he put the cube in his mouth for a minute then lowered his head. He removed the cube and latched onto her clit, now-cold mouth making her scream.

“Too cold, baby?” he asked.

“No,” she breathed. “Too close,” Jen said.

Richie smiled. “Aw, I’m sorry darlin’,” he said, and sucked on the ice again for a minute before he drove his cold tongue into her. When he felt her tensing on the edge of release, he considered torturing her like she did him, but he was hard again, and didn’t want to wait. He blindly reached for a foil packet from the cart, and tore it open and sheathed himself. When he withdrew his tongue, Jen screamed in frustration, then she screamed his name when he drove into her. He stopped for a moment intending to let her get used to his invasion, but she was having none of it.

Jen tightened her legs around his waist, and started undulating against him. He took her ankles and put them on his shoulders, remembering how the angle change made her crazy. He pumped her hard, and she clenched against him rippling against his cock as she came. Richie pumped faster, wanting to catch the end of this wave with his own release. He reached down to pinch her nipples and she grabbed his wrists as her eyes flew open.

“Come for me again, Jen,” he said, locking his gaze onto hers. He reached between them to flick his finger over her clit, and she arched hard off the bed as another orgasm rocked her. This time, the clenching set off Richie, and he groaned her name as he emptied into her again. “Christ almighty,” he said, as he finally slipped from her body and cuddled next to her. This time, when he started to slip off to sleep, Jen didn’t elbow him. She kissed his chest gently, and followed him.

Chapter Five

Jen and Richie started to giggle. “We’d better get dressed,” Jen said, and slowly stood. Her muscles all ached and it was such a good feeling, she stretched like a cat. “Well, I should anyway. Mike will be most likely be back, and we do still have to take care of your photos.” She looked at Richie, lying there on the floor, looking happy as a pig in shit. “What are you grinning at?”

“You,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”

Jen chuckled. “Thanks for that, but I know I’m not. Pretty? Sure. Cute? Absolutely.” Richie looked ready to argue the point, but Jen held up a hand. “I’m a professional photographer. I’ve seen beautiful. YOU are beautiful,” she said, approaching him, then stopping. “Don’t move,” she said, and disappeared around the screen.

Richie smiled and closed his eyes. This was quite an unexpected turn of events. When he stepped out from behind the screen, and saw the look on her face, he thought a little light flirtation would help her relax around him. When he got closer to her though, something in her eyes made him want to take it further. Then his body reacted to her closeness, her scent, her look, just HER and he was pleasantly surprised that she was affected the same way. She had looked like he was a tasty treat she wanted to eat alive, and damn that felt good. She looked at him as a woman looks at a man, not as a fan looks at her idol.

He opened his eyes when he felt something drape across his lap. He half sat up and looked down to watch Jen gently cleaning up the condom mess then washing him. It took a great deal of self-control not to let her ministrations get to him. When she was done, she put a dry washcloth across his dick, then laid the hat over that, and stepped back.

“Lie back again,” she said, raising the camera.

Richie relaxed and smiled, laying back as directed. The filtered light coming in from the block-glass window played seductively with the sweat on Richie’s body. Some of his hair was stuck to his face, and the rest was in wild disarray. He looked achingly sexy, and Jen snapped shots from several different angles. She had Richie shift to his side just a bit so part of his ass was showing, and she stalked to his feet to take a long shot. The beauty of the man stretched out before her took her breath away, and after a couple dozen more shots, she finally put down the camera.

“I think some of those pictures will be perfect,” she said. “You look amazing, and the natural light did more for you than the Kliegs would do.”

Richie looked up at Jen. “Can I sit up now?”

Jen laughed. “Sure,” she said. Richie sat up and took the hat off his lap. He motioned Jen over, and dropped it on her head. With a saucy wink, Jen flipped the brim of the hat, then pulled it rakishly over one eye. She picked up her camera again, and began scrolling through the shots she had taken.

He reached for his jeans and put his feet in, standing to fasten them. He pulled on his socks and boots, and shrugged into his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned.

“What now?” Richie asked.

“Huh?” Jen answered, distracted by the camera.

He chuckled at her and put a hand over the screen. “I said, ‘what now’. What do you want to do?”

Jen colored and smiled. “Oh! I thought you…”

“You thought I was just gonna screw you and go?” He was giving her a patient smile, but was a little hurt at her assumptions.

“No! I just figured you had other appointments and stuff to do today.” She was blushing furiously.

“Nope,” Richie said. “I’m all yours today.”

“Well, I have to finish up with these photos before I can go anywhere,” Jen said. “Then I’m free the rest of the afternoon, too.”

Jen took her camera to the computer station on the other side of the room and uploaded the shots from her memory card. She put them up on the big screen hanging from the wall, and eyed them critically. Richie stood close behind her, a hand on the back of her chair. He was leaning in, and his scent, their scent on his skin, was driving her crazy. She leaned back slightly, to rest her head on his chest. Richie moved his hands to her shoulders.

That’s how Mike found them when he came back. “Knock, knock,” he said at the door.

“Come on in, Mike,” Jen said, looking up at Richie and rolling her eyes. “We’re going through the shots now.”

Mike came in and didn’t miss how Richie nonchalantly removed his hands from Jen’s shoulders, and how she shifted slightly away from Richie. And that Jen was wearing his hat. He shook his head and smiled ruefully. “How’d the shots come out?” he asked.

“See for yourself,” Jen said, motioning to the screen and the computer.

Mike sat next to Jen and the two of them went through cropping and otherwise cleaning up the best of the bunch. “Well,” Mike said. “The cologne people are going to be happy with these,” he said. “They have the right amount of sex and tease in them. Nice job.” From the corner of his eye, he saw Jen blush and Richie squeeze her shoulder briefly. Mike and Jen made a contact sheet of the finished photos, printed some glossies of the best shots, then with a handshake and a “nice to have met you” to Richie, Mike left.

Jen spent a few minutes organizing the files on her computer, and shut everything down. “All done,” she said, puffing out a breath. “So now what?” she asked.

Richie looked at his watch. “I don’t know. . .lunch?”

Jen nodded. “I could do lunch. What do you want to eat?” She was running down a list of area restaurants in her head. “There’s an Italian place down the block, Japanese three blocks over, German two blocks the other way..” She trailed off when Richie was shaking his head.

“Nope, that’s not what I want.”

“Well then,” Jen said, exasperated, “what do you want to have for lunch?”

“You,” he said.

Chapter Four

When Jen passed out, Richie quickly sat up to make sure she was okay. He loosened the scarf, taking off her throat altogether. He listened to her breathing and heart rate, and was satisfied she’d wake soon. He shook his head. He hadn’t experienced something like that before. He’d been around the block, and of course had heard the stories, but had never actually been with a partner who was into that.

Smiling, he got up and arranged Jen on the couch. She moaned a little and started to stir, so Richie hurried. When he was done, he sat back and waited.

Jen slowly came back to the land of the living. She smiled to herself. That was the most intense orgasm she’d had in quite some time, and Richie’s thick cock hadn’t even been inside her yet. She could tell she was laying on her stomach, and her head was pillowed on her arm. Richie must have tried to make her more comfortable. He heard his voice soft in her ear, coaxing her back, and she turned to his face.

He kissed her lips tenderly and said, “Open your eyes, Jen darlin’.”

Jen complied, and smiled at what she saw. Richie had his head pillowed on his own arm, and he was looking at her with the sweetest smile. His dimples made her ache to trace them with her tongue, and his soft brown eyes were still dark with unreleased passion. She went to tousle his hair, and found she couldn’t move her arms. While she was out, Richie had looped the scarf around her wrists, and secured the other end of it to the leg of the couch.

Richie knew the moment she knew she was stuck. There was a fleeting look of panic on her face, and he very nearly untied her, then he saw realization, acceptance, and anticipation fill her features. His cock jumped in appreciation. He forced himself to frown.

“You were very naughty,” Richie said and slapped Jen’s ass. “You came before I was ready to let you.” SLAP! “Are you ready to accept your punishment?” Jen just nodded.

Richie climbed on the couch and straddled Jen’s thighs. His balls settled in the dip made at the juncture of her legs, and his not inconsiderable length lay along the seam of her cheeks, ending at the small of her back. She moaned at his weight on her and wished she he would get on with it already. He leaned forward and put his hands on her shoulders, and very lightly, trailed his fingertips down her back. The calloused fingertips made rough little scratches, and Jen was in heaven.

Over and over he trailed his hands down her back. Then he started trailing them down her sides, and just grazing the sizes of her breasts. Jen tried to lever herself up so that Richie’s fingers could find her nipples, but the way she was laying she couldn’t get the leverage. Richie lay atop her back for just a moment to whisper in her ear.

“Oh no, darlin’,” he said. “We are doing this my way this time. You cheated me out of that earlier.” He bit her earlobe then soothed the bite with his tongue.

As Richie slid back to sit up again, his cock slid across Jen’s skin, and she arched up to him. Richie slapped her ass again, leaving a handprint. “Stop it,” he said. Jen stilled.

Richie slid back on the couch until he was sitting just below Jen’s knees. He trailed his hands down her ass and thighs, again ever so lightly, and raised gooseflesh in his wake. Jen let out a groan, and couldn’t help it, she shimmied against the couch, trying to rub SOMETHING against the ache between her thighs. Richie felt this, and chuckled. He licked one finger and snaked it in between her thighs, and rubbed gently against her lips. He could see her straining not to sink back against him, and he leaned forward to kiss her ass.

“Good girl,” he said, and slid the finger in, eliciting a moan from Jen. He wiggled it for a minute, making her walls clench and ripple, then stopped and withdrew.

Jen sighed, but didn’t say a word. Richie got off the couch, and gently pulled Jen with him and had her kneel on the floor, bending her forward onto the cushions. Her hands were still tied, and she couldn’t move too much, but she was able to open her legs wide at Richie’s urging. He slid a finger up her thigh and dipped it briefly into the wet heat of her core. Jen pressed down, trying to deepen the penetration, but Richie slapped her ass again.

“I told you,” he said, “we are doing this my way. Do I have to tie you spread-eagled on the floor?”

For a second, Jen wanted to scream “YES!” but she refrained. She just shook her head.

Richie took his time, bringing Jen close to the edge of release just to back her off. Over and over he did this, until his hand was sticky with her juices. Soon, she was whimpering, but not squirming too much, and Richie smiled. “Good girl,” he said again. He reached up for the leg of his jeans and pulled, tumbling them to the floor. He took a condom from his wallet and smiled sheepishly at Jen’s wry look.

“Hey, a guy has to be prepared,” he said, then slipped back into character.

He sheathed himself and grabbed Jen’s hips hard, nearly bruising the flesh. Jen let out a startled but thrilled, “Oh!” Slowly, he slid his length into her, groaning as her walls expanded to take him. She was so tight and wet, he nearly came right away. When he was fully seated, he stopped, and took a moment to breathe.

Jen was barely holding on. She was stretched wider than she thought possible, and it was all she could do to not scream out.

Slowly, Richie began rolling his hips, drawing in and out of her slowly. Jen couldn’t move from the position she was in; Richie was holding her too tight. She did clench her muscles as Richie stroked into her, making him gasp. She relaxed when he pulled out. They continued the dance silently, each teasing the other until Jen couldn’t take it anymore.

All she got out was “please” and Richie let go. He pumped her furiously, slamming into her over and over again, making her scream with delight. He was so hard and so strong, and she knew she’d have finger-sized bruises on her hips when they were through. Jen’s eyes rolled back, and she was teetering on the edge of the precipice when Richie stopped.

“No!” Jen shouted, as the waves receded.

Richie withdrew and silently untied Jen’s hands. He pulled the cushions from the couch and laid them next to her on the floor, then lowered her down gently on her back. He grinned at her flushed skin, at the racing pulse at her neck, her nipples standing firm and tall and begging for attention, and the beads of sweat running down her body. He grabbed hold of her ankles and raised her legs. Jen’s eyes went wide as Richie slid home hard and fast, and her head spun when he started to pound.

The sound of sweaty bodies slapping together, mixed with the heady aroma of sex, was intoxicating. The waves came up fast, and this time Richie let them engulf Jen, and he watched with pleasure as her body arched from the floor and all her muscles tensed.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, and she did. “Touch yourself,” he said.

Without hesitation, Jen started making lazy circles on her clit. Her other hand pinched and pulled at her nipple, until Richie couldn’t stand it anymore. He propped her calves on his shoulders, and leaned down to grab hold of her nipples himself. He pinched them gently, and Jen grunted, “Harder.”

Surprised, Richie bore down a little more, all the while pumping in and out of her slick flesh.

“Harder,” she begged, nearly crying now. Richie complied, and was rewarded with a screaming “OH GOD, YES!” a moment before she nearly squeezed his cock off. That pressure sent him through the roof, and he exploded inside her with a shout, and rode the waves with her, pumping her until he was spent. He collapsed on top of her, and rolled them to the side. They lay tangled together for a few minutes, and Richie would have dozed off if Jen hadn’t poked him in the ribs.

“Hey!” he complained.

“No sleeping. Mike is still around here somewhere.”

On cue, there was a knock on the door, and it opened slightly. “Everything alright in here?” He saw two sets of naked feet peeking out from behind the screen and slowly draw away. He chuckled. “Never mind.” He said, and shut the door.

Chapter Three

Richie rubbed at the hand mark he left on Jen's ass. His heart was pounding, wondering just how far she wanted to take the game. He thought to himself, "the only way to find out is to play" and play he did. He pushed her roughly to the couch and she squeaked. She didn't actually say a word, so he let it slide. He dropped in front of her and muscled between her legs. He pulled her forward until her wet panties were pressed against his chest.

"Nice, darlin'," he rasped as he felt her wetness on his skin. He wrapped his arms around Jen and pulled her toward him so she was pressed fully against him. Richie brought her arms up and arranged them atop her head, giving them a pat. "Leave them there," he ordered quietly.

Jen sobbed with pleasure when Richie sucked one stiffened peak into his mouth. She itched to grab his head and pull him closer, to urge him to suck harder, to bite and mark her, but she didn't. She begged him in her head to be rough with her, but he was holding back. She could see it in the tense set of his shoulders. She let out a mew and arched slightly. Richie opened his mouth wide, taking more of her breast in, and bit down gently. Jen moaned, and tried to rub her thighs together, hoping the friction would ease some of the tension, but Richie was in the way, and he wasn't moving.

"Uh uh, darlin'," he said. "I know what you're tryin' to do. You get to cum when I say."

He kissed his way down her chest, and spent a good amount of time tracing her ribs with his tongue. His hair was tickling her thighs, and she was squirming around. Richie held her down to make her stop moving, and the rough grab made her gasp.

Without warning, Richie tore away the thin scrap of lace, pushed two fingers inside her, and started to pump. Hard. Jen was wriggling and writhing on the couch, and moaning uncontrollably. Richie latched onto her mouth and used his free hand to push her arms off her head. Jen wrapped them around Richie's neck, and pulled him close, their teeth mashing together. He continued to pound at her with his hand until she tensed. Richie sensed she was reaching climax, and stopped, completely withdrawing from her and sitting back on his heels.

Jen's skin was flushed and her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hair was all tousled, and she looked glorious. "What's the matter baby?" he asked her. She just moaned in response. "You can answer me this time, it's alright."

"Need you," she panted. "Need you to make me orgasm."

"Now baby, what do you need me for? Your fingers work, don't they?"

Jen's pulse raced as she nodded.

"Well?" Richie asked, and smiled.

Jen crept a hand down to her drenched pussy and dipped an acrylic-tipped finger inside. She could feel her walls tightening, and turned her finger just slightly to hit the sweet spot. Her other hand pulled and twisted her nipples roughly, and she drew blood biting on her lip.

"Oh, baby, you're bleeding," Richie said, and lapped at her lip. He watched as Jen brought herself close to orgasm. When her breathing increased, Richie pulled her hands away from her body, and replaced them with his own.

Jen's hands scrabbled for purchase somewhere, anywhere, and finally fisted and drove into the couch on either side of her thighs. Her fingers were itching to take this game a little deeper than it was, but didn't know how Richie would react. She felt the buzzing start in the soles of her feet, and it sauntered up her legs slowly, taunting her with its closeness. By the time it reached her knees, she was sweating. When it reached her thighs, her head lolled to the side, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

When Richie saw her head loll, he stopped, withdrawing quickly from her body. Jen whimpered in frustrated disappointment that the release she wanted, needed, was so near, yet he still was keeping it from her. She looked pleadingly at him, and he chuckled. "Now, Jen, darlin', I'm not ready for you to cum yet," he said, though he was beyond ready. He wanted to throw her to the floor and fuck her senseless. But not yet. First, he wanted to torture her until she was begging for release. He took in her state, and decided it wouldn't be long.

He bent to blow on Jen's heated core, and spread her lips wide. He stiffened his tongue and drove it into her, making her scream. His teeth scraped on her clit, and Jen thought she was going to cry. He kept at it, literally eating her until the tingling started. This time, Jen went for it, and grabbed the ends of her scarf. It was looped around her neck, and as the buzzing raced up her legs, she pulled. The scarf tightened around her neck, and she moaned. Richie saw what she was doing and was stunned, but unbelievably turned on. He watched her carefully, watching her toned arms strain as she pulled, and eyes start to roll back. She screamed his name again, hoarsely this time, as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her, nearly knocking her from the couch. Jen's arms relaxed, as did the scarf around her neck, and as the oxygen raced back to her head, dizziness rode atop the orgasm, and she started to giggle.

Richie smiled, and withdrew his tongue, choosing to suck hard on her clit. He snaked his fingers up to pinch Jen's nipples roughly and she moaned, lifting a leg to wrap it around Richie's shoulder. He sucked hard, stretching that little nub until Jen thought it would disappear down his throat. She pulled the ends of the scarf again. Her head thrashed back and forth on the couch, and the room started to dim. She smiled as the orgasm slammed her. She moaned Richie's name as darkness overtook her, and she slid into the abyss.

Chapter Two

Jen just stared after Mike, making the decision then and there to Visine his coffee later. She turned to Richie and smiled. “Sorry about Mike,” she said. “He’s a bit of an asshole.”

Richie laughed. “We all are at some point, darlin’,” he said. “So, we gonna do this or not?” he asked with a leer.

Jen blanched. “Uh, yeah, of course.” She raised the camera, and stared when she saw Richie coming toward her through the viewfinder.

“What are you doing?” he asked her softly.

“F-f-focusing my camera, so we can get this done,” Jen replied.

Richie’s eyes darkened. “That’s not what I want to get done,” he said. He could see Jen’s eyes turn from cornflower to midnight and smiled. “I see that we’re thinking the same thing,” he said gently.

“I’m not, I mean, well, shit --” Jen stammered and Richie didn’t say a word; he just took the camera gently from her hands, put it on the table, and framed her face. With both hands.

Jen looked down and started to laugh. Full on, belly laughter that she could not control. Tears streaming down her face she whispered, “Nice hat, Sambora,” and when he looked down and saw his Stetson hanging there, on its own, he burst out laughing too.

“Well shit, I can’t wear that hat ever again,” he said, removing the hat and tossing it behind him.

Jen gasped at the sight of him. She’d heard the rumors of course, and like all good fans, only really half believed them. But to see him in all his glory, for he really was glorious, was something else. He was tanned here, too, and she sighed.

“Thank God, darlin’,” Richie said, smirking. “For a moment there, I was getting worried. You were awful quiet there…”

She blushed and averted her eyes. “Sorry,” she said, part of her wishing the floor would open up and swallow her whole, the other part wishing she could do that for Richie.

He turned her head back to him. “No need to be sorry, darlin’,” he said, as he leaned in to just lightly touch his lips to hers. Jen held perfectly still, still not quite believing his was happening.

“Darlin’?” Richie asked. “If you don’t want this, now is the time to say something.” He was looking into Jen’s shocked face. He smiled an endearing smile.

“Do that again,” Jen whispered.

Richie's smile widened. He reached for the ends of the scarf that was looped around Jen’s neck, and used them to pull her toward him. He framed her face and leaned to her in again, barely grazing her lips. This time, he gently turned her head, and trailed a feather-light path of kisses to her ear. He licked the shell of her ear before kissing down the side of her neck to nuzzle the crook between her neck and shoulder. Jen shivered, and let out a shaky sigh.

Slowly, tentatively, she covered Richie’s hands with her own, and traced a path down his solid forearms. The hair tickled her palms, and she sighed with pleasure when she reached his biceps. Squeezing gently, her fingertips lightly traced over his ink, and up to his neck. When Richie’s grip on her tightened slightly, she threaded her hands into his thick silky hair, and gently raised his head. When their eyes met, she smiled, and Richie pounced.

Crushing Jen to him, he slanted his mouth over hers and took. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and took more. One large hand splayed across her back, and the other cradled the back of her head, moving her slightly this way and that so his mouth could take full advantage. At Jen’s whimper of pleasure, he broke the kiss, and trailed hot, wet, open mouthed kisses down her neck. He didn’t stop at her t-shirt, and continued kissing down to her breast, dampening her shirt and bra as he sucked at her nipple.

“Too many clothes,” Richie muttered, as he grabbed the hem of her shirt. He lifted it up and off her in one smooth motion. He flicked open the front catch of her bra with a fingertip, and tore the scrap from her, groaning as her breasts tumbled free. He grinned at the sight of her iridescent blue scarf twisted around her neck and laying against her skin. He palmed her breasts, testing their weight, and rolled his thumbs across her nipples making Jen’s head drop back, and a groan escape her lips.

“You like that, darlin’?” Richie asked, smirking at her. He was almost painfully hard now, and wanted nothing more than to bury himself to the hilt in her, and stroke her slowly until she screamed.

“What gave it away,” she asked, looking at him with slightly unfocused eyes.

Richie smiled slowly and squeezed her nipples gently, making her groan again. “That noise right there, darlin’ Jen,” he answered.

The gentle pressure on those sensitive buttons was driving her insane. She enjoyed gentle loving, but was more a good old-fashioned fuck-me-hard kind of girl. Jen arched into Richie’s hands, silently begging him for more. Richie chuckled then looked into her eyes. He saw something there that was intriguing. Smirking, he reached for the ends of her scarf. He pulled, so it tightened around her neck just a little. He could see the pulse point at her throat quicken, and her eyes narrowed just a little in pleasure.

He tugged on the scarf again, and this time Jen leaned back just a little, so it tightened all the more. She loved playing games, and was surprised and thrilled that Richie looked like he wanted to play too. She smiled at Richie, and he smirked back just before giving the scarf a sharp jerk.

Jen gasped and she could feel her juices starting to flow. A man this powerful would surely be able to give her the kind of rough tumble she craved. He jerked again, and started to back up, silently commanding her to follow him. She lowered her hands to her sides, her eyes to the floor, and complied.

Richie’s heart was pounding. She was totally submitting to him, silently giving over control to him. It had been so long since he had a partner that would play those kinds of games with him.

He led her across the room. Behind the changing screen was a couch where he’d sat to take off his boots. He stopped Jen next to it, and unfastened her jeans. The rasping of the zipper matched that of her breathing, and by the time the denim pooled at her feet, Jen was sopping.

Richie latched his mouth to hers and their tongues met and twirled around each other. He traced his calloused fingertips lightly over Jen from armpits to waist, and smiled when she shivered. He did it again and again, all the while joined in a mind-numbing kiss. Unable to stand the anticipation any longer, Jen wrapped a hand around Richie’s cock. She sighed as its warm weight filled her hand, then gasped when she felt a sharp sting on her ass.

“Did I say you could do that?” he asked, mock anger in his voice.

Jen tried really hard not to smile. “I’m sorry,” she said, contritely.

“I’m sorry I had to slap you, but you have to learn the rules,” Richie said.

Jen looked at him attentively. “What are the rules?” she asked, and got herself another slap. She smiled and moaned. No slap. She got it. No words, just sounds. This was going to be fun.

Chapter One

She was nervous. Not only was she doing a nude shoot, but it was HIM. The guy that had fueled her fantasies for more years than she cared to admit. When his "people" called to set this up, she seriously considered assigning the task to one of her associates. As it was, she made sure that her partner, her MALE partner, was going to be on site. At least that way she wouldn't embarrass herself. She could keep control of a modicum of professionalism if she wasn't alone with him.

Oh Lord, he's here. He strolled in like he owned the place, and he was wearing it. The Stetson. Her fingers itched to snatch it from his head and plop it on hers, but instead she just called out, "Morning!"

"Mornin', darlin'," he drawled. "Where do I get naked for you?"

She nearly dropped the camera she was loading, and Richie just laughed. "Jesus, man, back there," she waved to the other side of the room. "Behind that screen." She smiled. "Don't you like to make small talk before you get to it?"

Richie laughed. "If that makes you feel more comfortable, darlin'," he said, cocking a hip and smiling at her. "Or we could talk after...."

"Yeah, right," she muttered under her breath. After she'd be heading for the nearest cold shower. "Whatever," she said in her normal voice. Richie smirked, and went behind the screen.

At the sound of his boots hitting the floor, she dampened. Hearing the zipper of his too-tight jeans rasp made her whimper. She cast a fleeting glance at her partner, but he was busy setting up the lights, and didn't notice her little noise. When she saw the jeans and shirt Richie had worn into the studio drape over the top of the screen, she had to turn away and pinch herself. Her cheeks were flushed, and if she wasn't careful, she wouldn't be able to look at him.

"Are you ready for me, darlin'?" Richie yelled out.

She looked at her partner. "Mike, you all set over there?"

"Sure thing," he answered.

"All set then," she yelled back.

Then he came around the screen. He had a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, and a confident grin on his face. For just a moment, she gaped, then regained her professionalism.

"Where do you want me?" he asked, his voice dripping with the double entendre.

She closed her eyes for a moment before answering. "Go see Mike, he'll get you up...get you SET up," she hastened to add, cheeks flaming.

Richie chuckled as he walked over to meet Mike. Mike got him posed just so, and called over to his partner. "Hey Jen," he said. "We're ready."

She turned around and just stared. Just for a moment. He was glorious. Tanned all over, and rippled with muscle. His legs were strong-looking, and covered liberally with dark hair. Jen's gaze traveled up to his ass, which was flexed due to the position Mike had him in. His arms were bulging, and his chest.... Oh that chest.... It was chiseled perfection. She could count the ab muscles in his six-pack and his pecs were well defined. Everything was just perfect. She ducked behind her camera and asked, "You ready?" surprised at how husky her voice sounded. Mike flicked her and whispered "down girl" in her ear. She laughed, thankful for the break in the tension.

Richie shifted just a little, and said "Ready, darlin'," and Jen squeaked.

"Um, you're not covered anymore," she said, cheeks flaming.

Richie looked down. "What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean?" she said without thinking. "You're not all stuffed into your hat!" She looked at the amused expression on his face. "Oh shit," she said. "I said that out loud didn't I?"

"Sure did, Jen," Richie said, using her name for the first time. He got an evil look in his eyes. "Wanna help me stuff it back in?"

Mike choked back a laugh. "Jen, I'm outta here. I think you have this situation well in hand." He cackled at his own wit, and left the room.