6 comments/ 12750 views/ 5 favorites Taming Jet Ch. 01 By: Acktion "A woman can't be raped." I slowly lowered my glass and stared at Jet after her pronouncement. Her name was... is... Janet, but she likes Jet for some reason I'll never understand. That and her latest pronouncement were just two of the things that had come out of her brain that I didn't get. "Well, we can't." Jet shrugged. "You're serious." I shook my head and lifted my glass to take another drink. I was far, far too sober for wherever this conversation was going. "Damn right, I'm serious." Jet enunciated carefully. "You're drunk is what you are." I laughed. "Women get raped all the time. It's sad, but true." "No, victims get raped. Women don't have to be victims unless they choose to." "Oh, I know I'm going to regret this, but shower your wisdom on me, oh munificent one. What fucked up idea is going through your head now?" "It isn't fucked up, it's true." Jet's drink sloshed over the rim of her glass. "First, they need to maintain situational awareness. Don't be in places where it might happen. Second, fight. Don't kick him in the balls. Tear those fuckers off. And last... and last... uhm..." I had winced and crossed my legs on number two but burst out laughing when she couldn't remember three. For over a year, we had been coming here when we got off work on our third day. It was a great way to unwind after three days on at the facility where we worked. I don't know what she did after, since we didn't see each other again until we reported for duty after three off. But, the two hours we sat here drinking and bullshitting were the highpoint of mine. "Jesus, Jet! No wonder you haven't had a date in three months." I laughed. " 'Rip 'em off.' God! I have to admit though, you kinda have a point. Sort of. I thought you were going to say some shit like 'Do your Kegel's'." "Yeah!" Jet snapped her fingers. "Last, do those Kegel's. And I haven't had a date because I'm more than any man can handle." "Now, that I can drink to." I lifted my almost empty glass to her. She stuck out her tongue at me but tapped her glass noisily against mine and we both drank deeply. "So, you know I'm right, right?" She went on after draining her glass. "Can we change the subject, please? You know I don't like topics like this." "God, Mary and Jesus." Jet snickered. "How the hell a pussy like you can be the most hard ass control officer ever, I will never know. You don't like anything that smacks of violence." "I thought you knew me better than that." I was starting to get a headache. "I have no issue with violence. I just don't like people who use it to take from other people." "Oh, yeah?" Jet jeered. "So, how come you never come to the rink with me or a football game." "Seriously?" I sat back and stared at my partner and friend, the woman I thought knew me better than anyone. "I guess I never told you. I had a chance to play ball." "No fucking way! You?" Jet gasped. "I mean, I know you're strong. I've backed you through enough take downs. But, damn. That's like a whole nother level of bad ass." "Not really," I shrugged. "It was what it was and is what it is." "I think you're yanking my chain." Jet scoffed. "So, why didn't you?" "Too much bullshit," I shrugged again. "It wasn't what I thought it would be. So, I kicked around back alleys for awhile. Underground cages matches. But that wasn't what I thought it would be either. The money was good, don't get me wrong. But, it started getting to be businessy too." Jet stared at me with her mouth open for several seconds, then snapped it shut. "You are so full of shit." "If you say so." I laughed and motioned the waitress for another round. "Oh, whatever." Jet thanked the waitress and looked back at me. "So, you know I'm right, right?" Fuck! The one thing that I didn't really enjoy about Jet was the way she just wouldn't let something go. She worked it like a junkyard dog with a bone until she got to the meat. And she wasn't going to let this one go. "No, actually. I don't." I sighed, more at myself for getting sucked in than at her. "First, rape isn't about sex at all. It's about power and domination. Second, everyone lets their guard down sometime. It happens. Third, hitting, kicking, or even yanking on a guys balls is just going to piss him off if he has any kind of pain tolerance. And last, I don't care how many Kegel's you do, if there is a hole, it can be force filled. That's not even counting date rape, drugging, and other manipulation tools. Now, seriously, let's change the subject." "Bullshit." Jet snapped her fingers and pointed at me. "For example, you couldn't rape me if you tried." "What the fuck, Jet?" Getting pissed, I started reaching for my wallet. If she wasn't gonna let this go, I needed to go. Before our friendship was ruined. "I would never do that, least of all to you." "Because you couldn't." Jet beamed at me. "Because I'm right." "God, Jet. Just... be careful who you say shit like that to. Okay? Someone would take you up on your challenge and I don't want to think about something like that happening to you." "It couldn't." She sneered. "Tell you what. You try it. Try to take me and I'll try to stop you. I'll bet you a thousand dollars you couldn't." My heart filled my ears with thundering drums as my hand froze laying down the money and I stared at her with an open mouth. Jet was beautiful. No two ways about that one. But, she had a workout fetish. She had muscles most guys would envy. But, she wasn't an imitation man. She was a woman, through and through. With a woman's curves. I'd be lying if I tried to say I hadn't had my fantasies about her. And, though I try to stay on the side of the angels, there is something in me that yearns towards the darkness. Ok, that may have been too poetic, so I'll spell it out. I may have a rape fetish. It's buried deep, under layers of honor, duty, and empathy. But someone once said "a conscience is just a little voice whispering 'someone might see'." They may have a point, since in the quiet lonely dark places of my mind, while my fist is around my cock, I can't help but picture taking some beauty's virtue without her consent. But, I would never, ever act on it. I could never force someone against their will. But, I read somewhere that a large percentage of women have fantasies... not about actually being raped, but of roleplaying it. Maybe Jet was one. Maybe she was interested in me. And maybe I needed to get the fuck out of there before I said the wrong thing because I misunderstood her and fucked up. "Hellllooo." Jet waved at me and I snapped out of it. "So, is it a bet?" "Hell no." I answered. "I'm not going to rape you and if I did, where the hell would you get a thousand dollars." "If it came up, which it wouldn't because I wouldn't lose, I have it." Jet waved away my objection. "And it wouldn't be rape, if it did happen, which it wouldn't. It would just be a bet." Jesus, she couldn't mean... I stared at her for several long fulminating seconds. Then shook my head and grinned at her. "If you want some of this, Jet, just ask." I cupped my crotch playfully. "But, I'm not going to force you." "In your dreams!" Jet hooted. "It's a bet. Nothing else." I didn't say anything else, but turned and walked away. I'd never done that to her before. But, then, she'd never pushed me to this edge between pissed off and horny before either. "Hey!" I heard her call behind me, but I just kept going. I would apologize to her for walking out on her when we got back to work. I knew I would. But for now, I had to get out of there. I didn't know why she was being such a bitch. Maybe once she sobered up, she'd back off about it. I glimpsed her at the door as I started my bike and roared out of the parking lot. Since there was nothing more to say right now, I didn't stop, but rode on. At home, I was just closing the garage door after putting my bike away. Tires screamed and I spun and jumped backwards into the garage door. "Jesus fucking Christ, Jet!" I bellowed. "What the fuck?" "What the fuck is right?" Jet slammed her door and stormed towards me. "Why the fuck did you walk away from me when I was talking to you?" "Because you were drunk and you were being a cu-..." I chopped myself off as I spotted two young girls walking towards the bus stop, They were staring. I smiled and wave. "Let's finish this inside where the children aren't hearing us." I gritted out through my teeth. The two girls walked on the edge of the sidewalk as they passed my house and kept looking over their shoulders. "Fuck you! I'm not-" "Inside or get gone." I hissed and turned to open the door. Jet grabbed my shoulder. I expect she was going to turn me around to face her. But, I was so not in the mood to be touched, much less man handled. Er, woman handled. I spun under her hand, slapped her solar plexus on the way past, grabbed the back of her neck and pinned her face against the wall. A quick glance around showed that the girls were past the line of sight from my porch. No one could see us. I continued unlocking the door. Jet was good, I'll give her that. Even with the breath knocked out of her and pinned face first against the wall, she managed to get a couple of good shots in with her elbow to my eye. It wasn't the hardest I'd been hit, but it was a damn good second or third. But, if you control the head and neck, you control the body. And I controlled it long enough to get the door opened, then used her head and neck as leverage to throw her inside. She hit the floor and slid. I glanced around, but no one had seen our little domestic dispute. Not enough to take note. I entered and started to shut the door. Jet was on her feet. I slammed into the door, crushed between her powerful body and the heavy wooden door causing it to slam. I was surprised it didn't splinter. Neither of us would ever be called "petite". We both grunted with the impact. I rode the shock wave back into her just enough to get some room. My left arm smashed her to the side. She broke a table under her impact and a mirror fell off the wall and shattered. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I shouted. "Me?" Jet froze in her counter attack and blinked. "What the fuck is wrong with you? First you walk off while we were talking. Then you ride like a god damn demon all the way back here. Then you hit me and throw me around like I'm a fucking inmate needing restraint." "Client." I said, starting to smile. "What?" "We call them 'clients' now, not inmates." "Asshole." Jet started to grin too. I don't know which of us was first, but we started snickering. Then we were laughing. Somehow we ended up sitting across the entryway from each other, sitting against the wall, laughing 'til tears were streaming down our faces. "I've never been here before," Jet finally said once we calmed down. "What?" "I just realized," Jet shrugged, looking around. "We've been partners at work for over a year and I've never seen your place. It's nice." "Well, it was until some drunk bitch started breaking my furniture." "Hey! Fuck you!" Jet laughed. "You threw me into it. You broke it. Not me." "Only because you were being a drunk bitch." "Only because you were being an asshole." "I'm always an asshole." I laughed. "But, you've never been a cunt about it before." "Ass." "Cunt." "Dick." "Whore." "Hey, I've never taken money for it in my life!" And all was right with us again as we laughed at, and with, each other. What came out of my mouth next, I can only blame on the odd combination of the drinks, being angrier with her than I have been at anyone in a long long time, the relief of the anger being gone, and being more aroused than I have ever been. "So much for first and second," I said. "Huh?" Jet's brow wrinkled as she looked across the entryway at me. "You said that women should first, keep their guard up and never be in a compromising postion." I ticked the point on my fingers. "And second fight back. I kicked your ass." Jet's mouth and eyes had widened at the first point. They thinned with the second. "This wasn't what I meant, and you know it!" "You're here." I shrugged. "No one knows where you are. No one saw you get thrown in. You lost your situational awareness and got yourself in a position where it could happen." "B-because I know you." Jet said. "I followed you. You didn't take me off the street or something." "Jet. Jet. Jet." I shook my head and sighed. "How can you have worked with them so long and not know how their minds work? Most, not all but most, rape victims know their rapists. Sure, there are some that are taken off the street. But, more often, they know their attacker and they lure them off alone somehow." I watched as a flush crawled up Jet's throat. Her breathing was coming heavier. Her eyes went to my legs between her and the door, my left knee pressing against it. "I should go." She stood up abruptly. "Sure." I rose to my own feet and balanced with my hand against the door. "Just one thing. Admit you were wrong." "What?" "Admit you were wrong and I'll open the door and let you go." A muscle in her jaw twitched. She tilted her head to one side and glared at me. "You don't have to 'let' me anything, fucker." She said. "I'm leaving." "Nope." I grinned. "Not until you admit you were wrong." Now, if she had said anything else next, the game would have been over. I would have let her out. She could have said, "Please let me out." Or even, "Let me out, asshole." But, she didn't. "Fuck you," Jet spat. "You aren't man enough to keep me here." And she reached for me to pull me out of the way. Have you ever wrestled with a friend of the opposite sex? A little grab titty, a little grinding your crotch on her ass? Well, what followed wasn't that. Oh, it started that way. She grabbed at me, I pushed her hands away. She reached for the doorknob and yanked on it. I slammed the door shut. I think when she threw the elbow that broke my nose is about where most people would draw the line and say it had left fun and become a fight. What those people don't understand is that we were both good, very good. We could have broken bones easily. Arguably, we could have killed each other bare handed. We didn't. We weren't trying to. Though it was the first time we had ever done it, for us this was about the equivalent of a pillow fight. "You're gonna have to do better than that little girl." I spat on the floor after the blow that loosened that tooth and broke my nose while she was getting up from the far end of the hall, her eyes glittering. "Fuck you." She hissed. And she did try. She tried hard. In the end, though, while she was strong and fast and very, very good, I was just a little stronger, faster and better. "Now, what did I say about kneeing a guy in the balls?" I asked as I pressed her body to the floor, beneath mine. "Fuck you," Jet moaned, holding her own crotch. "Come on now," I chuckled. "I didn't get you near as hard as you got me. Now, what did I say about kneeing a guy in the nuts?" "You said it would just piss him off if he could take pain," Jet gasped. "Christ this hurts. And I know I got you good. How did you take that and have me pinned?" "It's just pain," I said. "It will stop one way or another. Either you get better or you die. Are you all right?" "Fuck you." "So, you were wrong about two out of three." If she would have admitted it, it would have ended there. I swear, I would have stopped. She was my friend. She was my partner. I was closer to her than I've ever been to anyone. If she had said or done anything else, I would have stopped. We could have had a couple of beers and put ice on our wounds. We could have joked and talked and then she could have left. We could have seen each other back at work after three days off. We could have worked together for three days and then had our ritual drinks at our bar and shot the shit before our next three days off. If she had said anything else. "You still couldn't put your cock in me." Jet said. I couldn't have right then, no. I was blocking out the worst of it. But that shot to the gonads really too a lot of the wind out of my sails. I was hiding it and functioning. But from functioning to fucking was a lot further than my cock and balls were willing to go right then. "Take off your clothes," I stood up. She shook her head. "Take off your clothes." She shook her head again. "I said I'd keep you out." She finally said. "If I keep my clothes on, you can't get in." Well, shit. So far, we'd rough housed a bit. Nothing that couldn't be explained away. Nothing that couldn't be laughed off over a couple of beers. But, now I had to ask myself, just how far was I willing to take the joke. And yes, it was all still a joke. Until she said what she said next. "Two out of three, fine." She groaned, pushinng herself up on one arm. "But, you owe me a grand unless you can get your cock in me." Jesus! She couldn't mean... I've heard that old saw about how something inside a person just snapped. If I've heard it once, I've heard it a thousand times. I never believed it until then. It felt like an overtuned guitar string giving away inside me. I swear, I could hear that "twang" as I stood over her there in my entryway. I grabbed my best friend, my partner, by the hair and pulled her to her feet. If anyone had seen us, I'm sure it would have looked ludicrous since I only came up to her chin. But, there we were, my arm in the air over both our heads, my hand clutching her hair, she was standing on tiptoe, one hand on her crotch and the other on her head. "What did you say, whore?" I growled. Jet spat in my face. I stood for a moment with spittle running down my left cheek. We were going to do this. We were actually going to do this. I was going to fuck Jet. It would be mock rape. At least I think it was only mock. But, my cock in her pussy. This may not have been how I imagined it at night, jacking my cock in my bed alone. But, I would take it. Oh, yes. I would take it. I would take her. I was no virgin. There had been women. There had been fucking. But, it had been vanilla. No frills except for what they brought. So, I wasn't really set up for this kind of scene. But, one of the things we laughed about pretty often was my propensity to accidentally carry zip cuffs home in my pocket and forget to take them back when we went back in. Those would do. Yes, indeed. Those zip ties would do just fine with a little creative ingenuity. I think the only reason I got away with it was because she was still stunned from our little tussle. Or maybe I was too quick. Or maybe she really did want to get fucked and knew that me throwing her over my shoulder and moving out of the entryway was moving out of the entryway and towards where the fucking would happen. Either way, I was able to get her over a shoulder and walk into my den. I don't know what she was expecting, but from the way she struggled, being zip cuffed to my coffee table wasn't it. "You mother fucking cock sucker," Jet yelled as she struggled against the cuffs while I sat back on the couch and caught my breath. Our uniforms never made much sense to me. Why khakis and white dress shirts, instead of more durable denim and some thicker material for the shirts, I couldn't fathom. But, it did make for a nice view as I sat there between where her feet were cuffed wide apart to each leg. Jet's delicious ass flexed and shifted beneath the thin material.as it molded to the contours of her. I could see her thickly musled quads bunch and stretch as she tried to kick her strong legs against the bonds. The play of muscle in her back as her arms worked against where they were cuffed to the other two posts, was mesmerizing. I don't know how long I sat there watching, but it was long enough that she stopped fighting. Taming Jet Ch. 01 "A-are you still there?" She asked after awhile. I almost answered her. But, what the hell. She could look over her shoulder and see me. She could tilt her head foward and look back along her body, through the glass top of the table. Hell, I could see her reflection in the television screen. Her eyes were tightly shut. All she had to do was open her eyes and she would see my reflection. "God dammit!" She yelled, when I didn't reply. "Answer me, you fuckhead. Are you still with me?" Why didn't she just open her eyes and look? She could see me if she just opened her eyes. I lowered myself to my knees and bent forward. My face was only inches from that wonderful ass. I opened my mouth, fully intending to take a mouthful of that delicious muscular ass between my teeth. The fart she let caught me open mouthed. "Holy fuck!" I gagged. "Seriously? You just farted in my mouth!" Jet started laughing uncontrollably. "You are such a little girl!" She hooted. "Give me my grand and admit it and I'll leave you to your doll collection." Any other reaction probably would have gotten her turned loose and sent on her merry way. Instead, I unsnapped the seat belt cutter that was part of my uniform. Against regs, I had sharpened the inner curve to an edge that you could shave with. Hell, that side would never be against anybodies skin I was trying to save anyway and I didn't want to think about losing one as I was sawing and sawing and sawing whatever they had chosen to hang themselves with. "What was that?" Now her eyes were open and she turned over one shoulder and the other trying to see what I was doing. "Tell me you don't have that seat belt cutter out." For answer, I slipped the hook of it into her waist band. She flinched as the metal touched her skin. Just say "no", I thought. Or "don't". Or anything. "You haven't got the balls." Anything but that. With a sharp jerk, there was a rip of cloth parting. Jet gasped as the air hit her most private regions as they were put on display for my viewing pleasure. The clothing was almost a mockery now. Covering every part of her, from neck to toes, except for a gash that left the cleft between her ass cheeks fully exposed. My eyes feasted for a moment on her clothed nakedness as both of her little holes winked at me. "Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph." Jet moaned. "I didn't really think he would do it. I didn't think he would actually do it." I set my hands on either side of her and pressed my body down over hers. I could feel the buckle of my belt pressing into the fleshy globes of her ass. She gasped again and I wondered if it was inside the slit in her clothing or outside as I leaned close to whisper in her ear. "The problem with teasing a wolf, bitch, is that he may bite." I ground my hips into her. Her head shot back, narrowly missing my battered nose, as I yanked my own back anticipating this move. "Now say you were wrong and I'll let you up." "I wasn't wrong." Jet managed to say. "You aren't inside me. And you won't be." God! Everything she was saying, from the bar all the way to now just seemed designed to inflame me. "Jesus, Jet!" The words felt raw in my throat. I couldn't seem to get enough breath. "Do you want me to fuck you?" A simple "no" would have had her cut loose and sent on her way. A simple "yes" would have had her cut loose and on her way to my bed. But, damn my eyes, she wasn't going to make this simple. "Fuck you. You haven't got the balls." Jet snarled. "Maybe we should call your Daddy. Get him to come over here and fuck me like he did you." The last "you" was almost a scream as I lifted off of her and hooked the seat belt cutter into her pants leg. With a long, tearing rip, she was exposed from her waist to her sock on the one side. Another slash and she was laying on the tattered remnants of what used to be her pants and panties. How do you describe a rainbow to a blind man? If you haven't seen Jet, then you are the blind man and I would be trying to describe a rainbow to you if I were to try to capture the words that would give you some idea of what it was like to look down on her, naked from the waist down. The best I can do is to say she was a black hole, so attractive it sucked the light from everywhere else so that nothing else was visible and the very breath from my lungs. Her muscular legs weren't that dark brown so often associated with a "tan", but almost a golden color. The shadows and stark relief of the ripped muscles of her quadriceps and calves seemed to call out to me, almost begging me to trace them with my tongue to see if the definition was real. I could not stop my hands from reaching for her ass. I was startled to see I still held the cutter in my clenching fingers, knuckles white from the squeezing grip I had on it. But I needed more. I needed to see more of her. All of her. I was a man dying of thirst in the desert when he stumbled into an oasis and I wanted to drink of her whole body with my eyes until I might burst with a surfeit of it. She coughed a bit when I hooked the cutter in her shit collar and ripped it down along the sleeve. I may have choked her a bit in my haste to free her body from the profanity of the clothing that masked it from my sight. A slash of the other sleeve and another cough turned her dress shirt to a tube top, but it wasn't enough. I needed to see all of her. I had to see all of her. One last cut down the curve of her spine freed her from all but her socks and shoes. Almost. I roughly grabbed the rags that had been clothes just minutes before and yanked at them. She gave a single cry as the material remnants of her shirt and bra slid roughly across her breast. I paid it no heed. I didn't stop. I couldn't have if I had wanted to. The tattered remains of her pants and panties were a ball in my hands as well before I stopped and looked at my handiwork. At God's handiwork. "Oh my God." I breathed as I sank back onto the couch. My eyes couldn't move fast enough to take her all in. "I may have to gouge out my eyes." "You what?" Jet's head began turning this way and that, trying to see me as I sat enthralled by her spread eagled form tied before me. "I said I may have to gouge out my eyes." I threw the bundle of scrap cloth over my shoulder and reached for her with two hungry hands. "For verily, I say unto you that after this beauty that fills them, all else beside it shall be ugliness and ashes." "Oh." Jet stopped craning her head. She stopped speaking. Hell, she could have stopped breathing for all I knew in that moment as the rough skin of my too coarse hands caressed her smooth flesh for the first time. My fingertips traced lightly over her skin, almost as if they were afraid she were a mirage that would disappear beneath them if they pressed to hard. I speak of my fingers as if they had a mind of their own because in that moment, they did. They must have since my brain was incapable of thought. Indeed, it's only by some miracle that it was able to keep the automatic systems going. Like breathing. Or my heart beating. But, I did not expire, nor did she disappear. And when my brain did manage a thought, it was that two senses were not enough. As painfully exquisite as the beautiful sight of her filling my eyes was, as powerfully overwhelming as the sensousness of feeling that velveteen wrapping iron, I wanted... no, I needed to know smell and taste as well. Since that day, I have smelled every flower and every fruit of the vine I have come across. None can compare to the aroma that filled my nose that day. The closest would be honeysuckle, strawberries and pink roses. Or some combination of those. The odor of her was laughingly arrogant of any other scent to waft my way before or since. My tongue tingled in anticipation as I leaned over her, my face lowering towards the skin of her back. I may have heard her moan as my lips touched between her shoulder blades as my left hand held me off her and my right teased the skin somewhere just above the back of her knee. It may have been her. It may have been me. It may have been my brain moaning with the sensory overload as the vanilla-cherry-peach flavor of her skin filled my mouth and danced along my taste buds. "The bet was for you to fuck me." I heard from somewhere far away. "You have to get your cock in my puss for me to pay off. And I bet you can't." "We'll get to that," I moaned into her shoulders. "Sometime tomorrow or the next day." "Oh f-fuck." Jet groaned. I felt pressure against my groin as her hips started to move and clench. "I bet you t-two thousand dollars you c-can't get your l-little needle d-dick in my fu-uck hole." An overwhelming joyous need to laugh bubbled up within me. She wanted me. She was so close to coming. She wanted my cock inside her. I didn't laugh, but I'm sure she could hear the smile in my voice as I moved my head up beside her ear. My fingers began to slide up the inside of her thigh as I leaned over her to whisper my breath across her ear. "I thought the bet was one thousand dollars that you could keep my thick veiny cock from getting inside your tight muscular pussy." She shuddered as the breath of my whisper blew across her ear. "Now you are offering to pay me two thousand dollars to fuck you. Why, Jet. It almost sounds like you want to be fucked. It almost sounds like you are begging me to slip my hard cock right up... in... here." As I said here, I slipped a finger between her labia. I was not prepared for the reaction with which I was received. "Fuckyougoddamnmotherfuckingtittysuckingtwoballedbiiiiiiitch!" Jet screamed the string of profanity as her hips slammed and bucked, damn near breaking my finger. My first reaction as her bucking and writhing bent my finger directions it wasn't meant to go was to try to pull it out of her. I couldn't. With her legs tied wide, this strong woman had clamped down on my finger so hard with nothing by her pussy walls. I began to wonder if I would be able to get my dick inside her if she wanted to keep me out if she could clamp down like that. That reaction faded as I felt a warm, thick liquid cover my hand to my wrist. I wouldn't have pulled my finger if I could have, feeling that hot sticky confirmation of her pleasure wash over me. Instead, I started to press further in. The walls of her puss felt curiously bumpy and ridged and I wondered at what felt like goose bumps inside her when her skin was so smooth. "Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh shit on me! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Mesmerized by her filth flinging mouth and by her gyrating hips, I got curious about just how far I could take this and pressed my thumb against her flexing rosette. A wordless, earpiercing scream rang out and a liquid that smelled something like honey laced mild with night blooming jasmie floating in it sprayed out of her so hard it almost reached the couch. As suddenly as it began, all movement stopped. All sound from her died. Her body went completely limp. Startled by the lack of resistance, my finger slid deeper suddenly which caused my thumb to penetrate her asshole. She suddered once when that happened. I pulled my fingers from her and checked for pulse and breathing. She was fine, just unconscious. I smiled and sank back onto the couch to admire the view while I waited for her to wake up. I couldn't wait to see where this would go next. Taming Jet Ch. 02 Have you ever sat quietly and watched someone sleep? Someone with their arms and legs strapped to the legs of a coffee table so they were spread eagled, face down in front of you? Someone that was completely naked because you had cut every bit of clothing except their socks and shoes from their body? Even if you have, you can have no concept of what I felt that day as I sat on my couch staring at Jet's hard body after she passed out from a terrific orgasm just from my touching her. Not even if you have listened to Paganini while walking through the collected works of Monet could you have touched the beauty that I sat enraptured by. I do not know how long I sat there, how long she was unconscious. I know that the sunlight streaming through the window had moved up her muscular legs to highlight her fantastic ass when her head finally moved and her arm twitched against the bindings. "How are you feeling?" I asked. "Need to pee." Jet answered muzzily. I slipped the seatbelt cutter through the restraints, one at a time, and they split, leaving her free to sit up. She rubbed at her wrists as she turned to face me. I ignored her full breasts and her flat rippling abdomen as best I could, intent on her face. Jet stared back at me, but I couldn't read her expression. Was she pleased? Upset? What? Had she wanted this or had I crossed a line? Why wasn't she saying anything? "I don't know where your bathroom is." "Oh," I rose and led the way to my bedroom. "It's right in there." I pointed at the doorway next to the one she was entering. She walked into the bathroom and, without closing the door, sat on the toilet. She stared at me as I listened to the sound of water in water. I stared back. "Are you hungry?" I asked, more to try to get her to talk than anything. She shook her head once each direction. "Thirsty?" She nodded once. Glad to have something to do rather than stand there wondering if I should feel guilty or not, I left the bedroom and walked to the small kitchenette. I filled a glass with water and stood there, staring at it. God, what if I had completely misread the entire situation? What if she was pissed? What if she filed charges? What if I lost my best friend and the only woman I had cared about for a long long time? "It's just a bet, you pussy." I turned to find Jet standing there. She had removed her socks and shoes and was gloriously nude from the floor up. "I know that look." Jet said. "I'm not mad. I'm not going to file charges on you. It's just a bet. One you haven't won, I might add. So where is my two grand?" I smiled at her slowly. "I thought the bet was one thousand," I said after a moment. "I raised it." Jet shrugged. "I don't welch." "And just where would you get two thousand dollars?" I turned to face her and folded my arms across my chest. "You don't need to worry about that." Jet's chin came up and she looked down her nose at me. "I have it, but you'll never see it. I've been naked, in your home, for how long? And you still have your pants on. What? Are you afraid I'll laugh when I see it like all the rest?" "I've never had any complaints." I let my eyes wander freely now. She was every bit as amazing as I had imagined. "Besides, I don't remember a time limit being mentioned. We have plenty of time." "What?" Jet looked disconcerted. "How long were you planning on keeping me here like this?" "You can leave now if you want," I grinned. "Of course, if you do you'll never know if I could have or not. And then, of course, your clothes are dust rags. So, I guess you would have to walk out naked to your truck and drive home, still naked. And have all of your neighbors see you get out and walk to your front door. Still naked. Oh, and just imagine if one of the cops we work with pulled you over. They would see you very out of uniform, wouldn't they, dear sweet little Janet." Jet's eyes had widened with every word. She trembled when I described her neighbors seeing her. She stumbled and leaned on the counter, breathing heavily, when I mentioned one of the police officers who brought us new residents catching her like this. "You don't mean that," She whispered. "You wouldn't make me go out naked like this." Well, of course I wouldn't. I would be more than happy to give her some clothes. Though it would be a shame to do so. I let my eyes caress every inch of her skin I could see, from the hair on her head to her toes. "Logan," She whispered. "You wouldn't do that to me." "Are you sure?" I asked, staring into her eyes. "You look incredible like this. I may have you work like this from now on. You wouldn't mind, would you? Working beside me without a stitch of clothing on? I wonder how many restraints we would have to do. I would bet that the number would increase dramatically. They would riot every night, just to have you come into their cell like this with handc-... Whoa. Are you okay?" I stepped forward with a frown to catch her as her knees buckled. "Here, let's go sit down," I took her arm and guided her to the couch. Her eyes were glassy until they fell on the coffee table. She sank into the couch and stared at it. I went back for the glass of water and brought it to her. I stood holding it out to her, but she didn't seem to notice. She just kept staring at the table where she had been tied. "Jet," I touched her arm with the glass. She shivered and looked up at me. "Drink this." Finally, she took the glass and held it with both hands as she drained it. When she took it from her lips again, her eyes returned to the table. "Are you all right?" I asked, sitting on the edge, facing her. She raised her eyes to meet mine. "I don't know." She whispered huskily. "When you had me tied down and helpless and you touched me... It's never been like that before. And just then, when you said you were going to make me go out where people could see me like this... I swear I... I don't know how, but I think I ..." Her voice trailed away as she looked at me. An idea came to me. I grinned at her and stood. "I'm hungry. Are you hungry? I'm going to order a pizza." I could feel Jet's eyes on my back as I lifted the receiver and punched in the number. I turned and leaned against the wall and smiled at her as the other end rang. Her eyes were round and staring as I placed the order and hung up. "They said the delivery should be here in about twenty to thirty minutes." I said as I sat down on the couch beside her. "It's a good thing I got the call in before the lunch rush hit. It will be good and hot. Hey, you want to watch a game or something?" I kicked off my shoes and put my feet up on the coffee table and reached for the remote. "Um," Jet was scowling at me. "I thought we had a bet going." "Oh, we do," I feigned nonchalance as I flipped through the channels. "I figured I would need my strength. So, I thought I'd try after we ate. Oh, speaking of which, that reminds me." I pulled out my billfold and dug out two twenties and handed them to her. "Make sure you tip the driver good when he gives you the pizza." "When he gives me...?" Jet's mouth opened and closed a few times. "But, I'm naked." Her eyes darted to the strips of cloth that she had been wearing when she arrived. "Yes, you are," I murmered, letting my eyes roam over her once more. "Beautifully, wonderfully, magnificently nude. Hmm. The second twenty might be a bit much. I mean, getting to see you should be tip enough. I don't know. What do you think?" "I think..." Jet paused for a moment and her eyes went to the television. "I think I am still thirsty." "Of course," I stood. "Let me get that for you." I took the glass from her fingers and turned and walked away. I wondered how far she would take our little game. Would she refuse? Would she open the door when it arrived? After our earlier tussel, I had no doubts that she could fight me. I would win, again. But, having the police called because we were fighting in front of an innocent was not on my agenda. Ah, well. If she didn't want to play this game, maybe there were others we could play. I couldn't wait to find out if she would do it or not. "Thank you," Jet said absently as she took the glass back from me. "You're welcome." I said as I sat beside her once more. The line of her naked flesh seemed to burn me through the material of the pants I was still wearing. I reached out and let my fingers touch the corded muscles in her neck and shoulders. She sat, leaning slightly forward, sipping from her glass of water. At the knock at the door, she flinched. "I'm not sure if I..." She trailed off, setting the glass down and rubbing her palms on her thighs. "If you are afraid of one little pizza delivery boy, I'll get it." I said, lazily. Her jaw tightened as she glared at me. "I'm not afraid." She said. "I just don't know if I want anyone else seeing me like this." "Bwaaak bwak bwak bwak." I clucked at her and grinned. "Fuck you." Jet snarled. I held out my hand for the money I had handed her, but she surprised me by rising to her feet with it clenched tightly in her fist. Her long legs carried her to the door. She stepped over the table we had broken earlier. Her hand reached for the door handle. Holy crap! She was going to do it. She was actually going to do it. Jet was going to open the door, without a stitch of clothing on. She stopped with her head bent, her hand on the handle. "Need me to get that, Jet?" I called, loudly. Then more softly, "Do you need a man to get the door?" That did it. Her head snapped up and with a glare over her shoulder, she wrenched the door wide. God, she was magnificent. The pizza boy froze like a deer in the headlights. "Yes," I heard Jet snarl. I wanted to laugh as I imagined the look on her face as the poor innocent managed to yank his eyes from her body to her face. I could see him pale from where I sat. "Pistol P-pete's piping hot pizza for your p-pleasure, m-ma'am." The poor boy slid the box from the carrier and almost fumbled it. I stood and moved to where he could see me. His eyes darted to me, then back to her then back at me. "Fine, here." Jet thrust the money at him and took the box. "What are you doing?" I bellowed. Jet spun like a cat and crouched. I watched the boys eyes drop to where her rounded butt was pressing out before he yanked them back to me. "You! You have your money, don't you? Then get out of here and quit staring at my woman. And you! Shut the damn door. What's wrong with you, opening the door naked? Are you some kind of slutty whore?" The pizza boy was all "assholes and elbows" headed back for his vehicle as fast as he could move. Jet slammed the door and stalked towards me, the muscles in her jaw working. "I opened the fucking door naked because you made me." Jet snarled. "No, Jet." I whispered gently, letting my face break out into the grin I had been fighting. "I didn't make you do anything. You chose to walk to the door naked as a jaybird and let a complete stranger look at your naked body." "No." Jet said, swaying. The color drained from her face. "No, I didn't. You made me." "How did I make you, Jet?" I stepped close and took the perilously leaning box from her fingers and setting it on the end table next to the couch. "I offered to get the door. I told you I would get it. You wanted to do it. You wanted him to see you." "N-no." Jet stammered. "I wouldn't do that. I... I..." "Shh. It's okay." I led her to the coffee table and had her sit upon it facing me. "You're a dirty little girl who likes showing her body off. No one can blame you. You work hard on this wonderful body and it looks good. Very good." "Oh, God." Jet moaned. "I can't believe I did that. I can't believe I let you make me do that." "Did you like him looking at you, Jet?" I asked as I reached into the drawer on the end table for more zip ties. "Did you like his eyes roaming all over you, seeing your wonderful body, all of your beautiful body?" "No." Jet shook her head. "No. I only did it because you made me." "How did I make you, Jet?" I asked as I pressed her back further onto the table. "Did I have one arm around your neck and the other pinning your arm behind you, walking you to the door? I don't think I did. I think I sat right here and watched you walk past me and open my door and let some stranger you don't even know look at these tits." "What are you doing?" Jet panted as her feet came off the floor and her back touched the glass table top. "I'm going to check if you enjoyed that or not." I whispered as I looped one plastic cuff around the leg post of the table. "I'm going to check and see if your pussy got wet while you were standing there letting him ogle you." "I didn't." Jet insisted as I looped the another cuff around the other leg post. "I only did it because you made me." I laughed then as I caught one of her ankles and pressed it through the first loop. "How did I make you? Tell me." "I... You..." Jet flushed and closed her eyes tightly. "What makes you think I wanted someone else's eyes on you?" I asked as I pressed her other leg through the second loop. "What makes you think I want some stranger's eyes on my woman?" Jet's eyes flared into focus as I jerked on the ends of the loops, tightening them. "'Your woman'?" She spat. "'Your woman'?! I am not 'your' anything." "Oh, maybe not yet." I grinned at her. "I still have to shove my cock inside you. Make it official." "Fuck you, you inbred son of a bitch," Jet bristled. "My, my." I tsked. "Such a filthy mouth. I'll have to add some to your punishment." "What the fuck are you babbling about?" Jet asked. "'What punishment'?" "Why, the punishment for letting someone else see this body, of course." I unbuckled my belt and slid the pouch for the seat belt cutter off of it. Jet's eyes widened and her breath came faster. Her eyes darted to my still zipped pants. Her ripe full breasts heaved and jerked. In one quick motion, I jerked the belt the rest of the way and slapped it against my other hand. At the pop, Jet burst into motion. "Oh, fuck no!" She twisted and writhed on the table. Her strong legs strained at the cuffs on her ankles. Her hands scrabbled at the ties. "Hell, no. You are not going to hit me with that fucking belt. Fuck this!" Startled, I dropped the belt and shoved her back. She fought me, clawing at my face. "Jet! Jet!" I screamed inches from her face. "I wasn't going to hit you. Jet! Calm down before you hurt yourself. Stop and I'll cut you loose. Stop." "What do you mean you weren't going to hit me with it?" Jet continued to struggle. "You slapped your hand with it. I know what that means." "Swear to God, Jet. I was just going to rub your pussy and clitoris with it. That's all." "You what?" Jet finally stopped struggling. "I was going to use it to get you off." I held her close, pinning her strong arms beneath my chest. "I was going to tie you back down and tease you by rubbing the leather on your body. Then when you were good and excited, I was going to run it up between your legs and press it to your pussy. That's all. I wasn't going to beat you with it." I cut the ties from her ankles and stepped away, my hands wide to show I wasn't a threat. Jet spun on the table and stood to crouch on the other side of it, watching me. Slowly, very slowly, I began to undo the buttons of my shirt being very careful to make no sudden moves. Jet's eyes were dark, her pupils large enough I could see them across the room. She was breathing shallow and too fast. Crouching as she was, I didn't have the view of her chest I had been enjoying, but I could see enough to know her nipples had softened from their diamond hardness after the episode with the pizza boy. I slipped the shirt off my arms and caught it in one hand. Slowly, gently, I held my arm out to her, offering the shirt. Her eyes didn't quite leave mine as they flickered slightly. "Here," I said. "It's okay." When she didn't make a move to take it from me, I let it fall to the table and sat down with my hands on my knees. Unsure what to make of this sudden change in such a strong woman, but equally sure that she wouldn't thank me for calling attention to it, I reached for the pizza. I lifted out a slice and took a bite while Jet stood there looking at me. As I chewed, she blindly reached for the shirt and picked it up. Sure that I had ruined whatever was happening, I ran my eyes over her body for what I feared might be the last time to engrave it in my memory. Jet's six pack abs bunched and flexed with her movements and I briefly regreted not running my tongue across those perfect ridges. Her full tits lifted as she shrugged the shirt onto her shoulders. Even more than her washboard stomach, I regreted not feeling of those perfect orbs, not sucking on one of those glorious brown nipples and taking it in my teeth while I had the chance. As Jet buttoned the buttons, it was like watching a strip tease in reverse. And all the more erotic as that expanse of golden skin shrank narrower and narrower. As if hiding it from me just made me want to see it more and more. I could see the tension ease somewhat as she pulled on the flimsy armor of that thin blend of cotton and polyester. While not perfect, as the button even with her nipples tugged at the buttonhole, I was surprised that it fit her as well as it did. What am I saying? It was perfect just the way it was. Straining taut across her chest. Only just reaching low enough to cover the narrow strip of hair at her crotch. I could see, or almost, the lips of her sweet pussy winking at me below it. "Could I have some pants?" Jet asked, crossing her wrists to clasp hands just in my line of sight. I glanced up at her face to see her head bowed, not meeting my eyes. "Of course." I said. "Let's eat this pizza before it gets cold and then I'll go see if I have some shorts or something." I watched as Jet wavered, finally choosing to sit beside me and pick up her own slice. While I don't pretend to be a modern day Casanova, there have been enough women in my life that I knew the signs weren't good. No eye contact. Not talking. This was too much like the guilty regrets that led to never seeing them again. While I couldn't have cared less with most of the others, this was different. This was Jet. My partner. My best friend. I couldn't let what we'd had be destroyed without at least trying. "I was thinking about going out later." I said, making up something on the fly. "Are you busy?" Finally, slowly, Jet raised her eyes to mine. I still couldn't read anything in those sapphire depths. But, it was progress of a sorts. "What were you going to do?" Jet asked. Caught out, I tried to think of something. The truth was, I usually didn't leave my cave when I was off from work unless I had to. "I don't know, really." I said, deciding to throw the ball back in her court. "What do you do when you're off besides go watch guys beat the crap out of each other?" Jet coughed as she accidentally inhaled while she was chewing. "You are such a pussy." Jet said. I felt energized as the usual joke fell from her lips even though the delivery was a little weak. There was hope. "You are what you eat, asshole." I shot back. My reward was a smile that was a faint shadow of the usual brilliance. But a smile, nonetheless. "Seriously," I said. "The only things you've ever asked me to do were to go to a hockey game or a football game. Other than that, I can see you spend a lot of time working out. And tanning. But, what else do you do?" "Well, I go to mass." Jet shrugged. Whoops. That was not where I was wanting this to go. Then I caught the mischievous glint in her eye. If she was willing to tease me, we were going to be okay. Taming Jet Ch. 02 "Not on the first date," I grinned. Jet's smile faded. I resisted the urge to slam my head down into the coffee table or back against the wall. "Is that what this would be?" Jet asked. "A date?" "It could be," I shrugged, throwing all of my cards on the table. "Or it could just be hanging out with co-worker and best friend. Whichever you want." "And what would be the difference?" Jet asked. "Well..." I trailed off and looked at her intently. Still there was no hint. I decided to go for broke. "If it's hanging out with a co-worker and friend, you get to put panties on." Her breath caught and her eyes widened. I caught a glimpse of her muscular thighs pressing together. I couldn't help but smile. Shifting a little, her foot happened to touch my belt on the floor. She glanced down to see what she had touched and froze for just a moment. "Logan?" Jet's voice was quiet. "Swear to me that you weren't going to hit me with that belt." "Hey." I reached out and turned her chin until she was looking me in the eye once more. "I don't quite know what happened here, what is happening. But, I swear to you, I was never planning to hurt you. No, I was not going to hit you with the belt." I could feel the last of the tension ease out of her as the trust we had built in a year of having each other's backs shone in her eyes once more. I don't quite know what caused me to say what came out of my mouth next. "Although," I went on, tracing the back of my hand across her cheek. "I have to admit, as beautiful as your ass is, I'd kind of like to decorate it with a nice red handprint." Jet's eyes went glassy and her lips parted as she stared at me. "After all, you deserve some punishment for letting that pizza delivery boy see you nude, don't you think?" Jet's breath became shallower as she seemed to look right through me. I could see her nipples poking the material of my shirt as if they were trying to find a way out or through. "You were naughty weren't you, Jet?" I asked. She nodded wordlessly. "What do you think we should do about it?" "I d-don't..." Jet was almost panting. Her eyes were still glassy as if her mind was not really in the room anymore. "I should be sp-panked." Gently, I took her wrist in my hand and pulled her towards me. Jet made a sound that was almost a sob as her upper body shifted towards me in response to my gentle tug. I paused at that sound, a little unsure. "Maybe it's not my place to punish you," I said. "Not if you aren't my woman." Jet's eyes met mine and I was surprised to see a single glistening teardrop form at the corner of her eye. As I watched, she blinked and that single fat drop ruptured and spilled down her cheek. "P-please." Jet said. "I deserve it." Caught off guard as I had been about to release her, I stared into her eyes. Instead of loosening, my grip tightened. "Mine." I growled. Just the one word. Neither question or statement alone, but some of both. Jet nodded in reply as a second tear slid down her other cheek. "Put yourself across my lap." I demanded. Hesitantly, Jet rose to stretch her body across my lap. Just as hesitantly, I lifted the shirt tail that was barely covering that delectable ass and folded it carefully back. I loved the curve of it, just short of a half circle. I stretched out my hand and tried to palm that round flesh. My hand couldn't cover it completely. I squeezed my strong hand and the firm muscle beneath it yeilded only grudgingly. "L-logan," Jet said quietly. "Please." "Please what?" I growled, needing her to say it. Jet laid there while I kneaded that firm golden flesh. God, she was magnificent. "Please," Jet said, once more. "Please what?" I smiled. "Say it out loud." Jet squirmed in my lap and I felt myself hardening, pressing against her stomach. Finally, she broke. "Spank me." Jet moaned. Not quite content, I smiled and continued kneading. "Why should I?" I asked. "Say it." "B-because I was bad." Jet said. "Yes, you were." I said. "But, why should I be the one to do it? Are you my woman?" Jet was silent too long. I was afraid I had pushed too far. I shrugged mentally and set myself to enjoy fondling her ass as fully as possible just in case I had pushed her far enough to leave and this last feel was all I could have. "Yes," Jet said softly. So softly that when I tore my attention away from the solid muscular ass I was caressing to realize that I'd heard anything, I wasn't sure I had. My hand paused in it's circling and grasping. "Yes, what?" I asked, just as softly. "Yes, I am your woman." Jet's breath came out in something almost like a sigh of relief. "Then, I should spank you," I said, digging my fingertips into her flesh hard enough to make her moan. "You shouldn't have let anyone see my body without my permission." I punctuated myself with a meaty smack as my hand swatted her ass. It didn't even move. "You are mine." I said. Swack. "This body is mine." I said. Swack. "Never show it to anyone without my permission again." I said. Swack. "Mine." I said. Swack. "Say it." I said. Thawack. My hand thundered down hard. "Yours." Jet yelped. "All yours." I gently caressed her reddened ass, tracing my fingers gently where they had lightly marked her. Jet moaned and arced her back to press against my hand. "I changed my mind." I said. Jet began struggling to sit up. I braced myself and kept her there with one hand on the back of her neck and the other continuing to stroke her. "I'm not going to see if I have any pants." I said, then. "I like you just like this. How about if we stay in?" Jet stilled. I luxuriated in the feel of her supple skin over iron like muscle beneath my calloused hands. "This doesn't change the bet," Jet said huskily. "You aren't going to win three thousand dollars by giving me a little love pat. Grandma hit me harder than that when I stole cookies." I smiled as I watched the sun worship her tanned and hand reddened ass beneath my fingers and wondered just how far I could take this.