Neighbors Pt 11

"I'm going to hit you ten times on each side of your bum. I'm just going to use my hands, and I want you to count them out loud for me. Can you do that?"

Aymie looked back at him and swallowed the lump in her throat, still working to catch her breath after her orgasm. "Y-Yes, Mr. Davis."

He smiled, then reached into the box of toys that was at the base of the bed and pulled out a blindfold. He walked to the side of the bed and secured it over Aymie's eyes, blinding her to what was happening in the room. Her heart leapt into her chest and her breathing accelerated again with an intense anticipation. When his hands left her body and the room became silent, she stilled, her entire body rigid and waiting. She couldn't even hear his breath.

Then, all of the sudden, a hard slap came to the left side of her ass, stinging and surprising her. She yelped, jumping and pulling on her restraints.

"Count."

Mr. Davis's voice was deep and commanding, and the word 'one' jumped from her throat before she'd even realized she said it. Her body responded immediately to him, desperate to please him, to follow instruction. The second swat came, followed by the third, and her ass as already stinging. She counted them out, her bum swinging left to right, wiggling to try and ease the sting.

"Good girl. Five more in quick succession, are you ready?"

She swallowed and nodded, and his hand crashed down onto her ass one, two, three, four, five times and she was whimpering with each blow, tensing up her backside and gripping onto the restraints that held her to the bed. Her counts came immediately after each swat, and then his hands were soothing her skin, caressing over the plump flesh of her ass, his lips on the small of her back.

"Two more, hard," he warned.

Aymie gripped onto the ties tightly, squeezing her eyes shut. The spank did not come right away and it made her breath come quickly, her heart beating out of her chest. Her whole body was thrumming with readiness, her pussy aching. She was wet...and she wasn't sure if it was from her orgasm just moments before, or if it was pouring from her as a result from his spanks. She could barely think.

The slap came hard, slamming down on her backside, followed by the second. She shouted, trying to draw her knees into her chest, her body instinctively trying to recoil from the pain. The spreader bar between her legs made that difficult and she just ended up arching her ass up even higher, whimpering.

Mr. Davis was in front of her then, one hand soothing her bum, the other on her cheek. He kissed her softly with a tenderness that made her melt, and slowly began to blot out the stinging ache in her ass.

"Count," he whispered to her, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip.

She licked her lips. "Nine, and ten."

"Good girl."

Those words went straight to her core, making her tingle. That this man could have such a strong effect on her shocked her even still, after all these weeks. He enraptured her, captivated her in a way that brought her to her knees, both literally and figuratively. She ached to please him, lusted for him down to her bones, and never wanted to leave his side.

His hand slid from the left to the right cheek of her backside, squeezing and kneading the flesh. "Are you ready for more?"

Aymie sniffed once, and nodded. "Yes."

She wished she could see him. The not knowing was killing her. She was sure he did this on purpose, to heighten everything, to make her anticipate even more when the spank was coming. His hesitation between each blow hung heavy in the air and surrounded her, making her writhe and whimper like some sort of prey, cornered and waiting to be devoured.

The first strike took her breath away. "One."

The second, third, and fourth made her gasp and wince. "Two, three, four."

Five and six were harsh, seven and eight came quickly after them, and Aymie was breathless again within moments, her chest heaving as the air filtered in and out of her lungs. She licked her lips, Mr. Davis's hands on her bum to soothe it.

"Two more, hard. Are you ready, honey?"

She gripped onto the restraints again, as she had before, and nodded. He hit her twice more, making her shout again with the intense sting. And, as before, he immediately alleviated that pain with his caressing touch, his lips on her low back, his presence over her. He had only spanked her ass, but she was aching all over, her body singing with sensation and want. She wanted more, more of him, more of his touch and his presence. More of his dominance.

The blindfold was lifted from her eyes and she blinked a few times, adjusting her pupils to the light in the room. Mr. Davis was there, right in front of her, his smile approving and deeply, deeply lustful. His kiss was full and hungry, his tongue probing into her mouth to find hers and he suckled on it, drawing desperate mewls from her throat.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless," he breathed, pulling back and taking hold of her face by her jaw, drinking down one final kiss from her lips before he unfastened the restraints around her wrists, and the spreader bar from her ankles.

Aymie rolled to her side and curled into a ball for a moment, then rose to her hands and knees to meet Mr. Davis, who was undressing at the side of the bed. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and Aymie sat with her legs spread, tugging him to stand between them as she undid his belt, the button on his pants, and the zipper before shoving the slacks down to the floor and finding his cock and balls with her hands, stroking him through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

His gasped and his deep groan brought a satisfaction to her that made her grin up at him. She peeled the underwear down shortly after and he stepped out of them, taking hold of her throat with his hand and bending down to kiss her again, his lips devouring hers with a frenzied want, and he pushed her back onto the bed again. She crawled back as he loomed over her, laying down on her back and gazing up at him. He hovered over her, gazing down into her eyes with his cock leaking precum onto her low belly. He looked like a predator.

She loved being his prey.

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He was going to cum inside of her. This was the day. He was going to claim her inside and out, make her his in every way. He couldn't resist it anymore. God, the look in her eyes was so bewitching, drawing him in and begging for more and more. He would give her everything.

He lined himself up at her entrance without using his hands. She was soaking, his cock was drooling his arousal, and he needed to plunge inside of her. He needed to paint her inside walls with his cum, to see the look in her eyes when she felt him erupt. He knew she wanted it -- every time they'd fucked up to this point, her eyes were always pleading. She even voiced it once, practically begged him to explode inside of her. He'd resisted. Aymie was on birth control but...cumming inside of a woman wasn't something he did very often. It was special, and he would only give it to someone special.

Aymie was beyond special.

He plunged inside of her in on thrust, their eyes connected as he hovered over her. Her eyes lit up and widened, her mouth falling open as she gasped at the feel of him. Her warmth sheathed around him and gripped him tightly, coating his cock in her nectar. He could feel the wetness on his balls already, after just one thrust. She was soaking wet, and so ready for this. Ready for him.

His thrusts started slow. Deep, long strokes of his cock inside of her, complimented by his lips melting over hers as he dropped down to his elbows and surrounded her. He felt her legs coil up around his waist, her hips rising up to meet his thrusts as he pumped his dick in and out, in and out of her sweet, slick folds.

Her lips tasted like lip balm and her flavor and he drank deeply from them, feeding on her hot little mouth. He could never seem to get enough of that kiss, of the way she tasted, and the feeling of her lips against his, her nipples poking up into his chest, and her pussy gripping his throbbing meat made his head spin.

After another few minutes, he grew impatient. He needed to fuck her hard, to slam into her and make her shout his name. He pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach and pinned her legs between his, nestling his cock between her plump ass cheeks, now blazing red and outlined with his hand prints. Parting those cheeks with his hands, he slipped inside of her and mounted her that way, making her grip onto the bed sheets and bury her face into them.

His pace was not slow this time. He slammed his hips into her fleshy backside, making it jiggle with each blow. She was so fucking tight this way, like a vice around his cock and he bent low over top of her, crushing her down into the mattress and snaking a hand up underneath her to grip her around the neck. Her hand clung to his forearm, her breaths anguished and frantic. She looked over her shoulder at him as his lips closed around her ear.

"Who do you belong to?" he growled, nipping sharply at her earlobe.

"You, Mr. Davis...You..." she grunted out between thrusts.

"That's right. Who owns this pussy?"

"You do."

"Who owns this ass?" he snarled, pounding his hips against her.

"You do, it's yours. This ass is yours," she breathed, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"That's right, honey. You are mine. Mine."

God, she made him feel so powerful. Their bodies fit together like they were cut from the same cloth. Every one of her luscious curves complimented a hard ridge of his body, and they melted into one another with such seamless harmony every single time they joined together like this. He could never understand how one person could feel so good.

He thrusted away into her, the room filling with the sound of wet, slapping skin. He began to sweat, breathing heavy into her ear before he turned her again, rising up off of her luscious form to flip her back over onto her back, taking her thighs and pinning them back against her breasts. She looped her hands around the back of her knees and held those legs back, looking up at him with glazed over eyes and a grin that made him fucking strain.

Once more, he slipped inside of her, all the way to the hilt. She gasped now, her eyes going wide at the depth with which he pierced her. Jack always loved this position -- he could hit every part of her pussy, drive into her so deeply. He pumped away with long, hard thrusts, making her whimper and wince with the force, but she kept on begging for more.

"Do you want my cum, baby?" he asked her, leaning down to lace his fingers behind her neck and yank her down on his cock.

"Oh yes..." she groaned, whining. "Please, please, please..."

Her eyes rolled back and her face twisted with an anguished pleasure and he groaned in turn, throwing his head back as he plunged into her without mercy. He was not gentle. The concern for what was too hard, what was too much was long gone and he hammered away, his balls slapping off of her ass with each merciless pump.

"I want one more from you, little girl." He growled and pressed his forehead into hers. "Reach down and play with your pussy. Cum on my cock."

She opened her eyes and looked at him and managed a small nod, her mouth hanging open as those fingers danced down her soft stomach to sneak in between their bodies and tease at her moist folds. Jack looked down and watched her play with herself, grinning at the sounds she made, the frantic pace with which she circled her clit. He could feel her pulsing around his cock already, she was so close. Her need renewed his vigor and he slammed his cock so deep, so hard inside of her.

"Give it to me," he barked, a hand curled around the side of her jaw.

She came around him, her pussy flying into wild spasms, clamping down around his dick so tightly that it was nearly too much. He laughed once, watching her head tilt back and her mouth fall wide open, her cries filling the room mixed with the sounds of his skin smacking on hers.

"That's it baby...Good girl..." he cooed, kissing her nose, her cheeks, her lips as she convulsed. "You're going to make me cum."

That brought her to focus and she looked up at him, reaching her hands up to frame his face. There were no words, she said nothing to him but that look was so intense, so deeply wanting. He would give everything to her, would give himself completely over to her, just as she did with him.

He turned his head and kissed her palm just as his cock began to swell. His eyes twisted shut with the aching sensation, his balls drawing up and tightening as he drew closer and closer...only a breath away.

"Look at me," she whispered, her thumb caressing his cheekbone.

That did it. His eyes flew open and connected with hers just as his climax came, his cockhead firing jet after jet of his hot jizz deep, deep inside of her. He painted her walls, groaning deeply as his forehead pressed down against hers, their eyes boring into one another. The combination of sensations took his breath away and he collapsed on top of her, crushing her down into the mattress again, breathless and gasping.

"Holy fuck..." he breathed, curling his arms around her.

She laughed once, coiling her limbs around him like ivy. She ran her finger tips up and down his back, trembling in his grip. He lay in the crook of her neck, kissing her there weakly before he let his full weight lay atop her.

Soon, exhaustion took hold of them both and they began drifting off. Aymie went first, falling into soft snores and slow breathing. Jackson pulled out of her and nudged her to her side, working the duvet out from underneath them and pulling it up, covering them both up in warmth and comfort. He curled up behind her, spooning her tightly and wrapping his arms around her. The room smelled like their sex and the scent of it stirred him and relaxed him all at once. Soon, he could feel himself slipping off to sleep and all he could think was how thankful he was that he had her here, in his bed, in his arms, and in his life.

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"We should take a trip somewhere."

Jackson ran his fingertips along Aymie's shoulders and arms, one hand wrapped possessively around her tummy. The bath water was warm and soothing, bubbles spilling over the side of the tub as the scent of lavender and chamomile wafted through the air. He'd lit a few candles and run the bath before Aymie awoke from their nap earlier in the day, fetched a bottle of white wine and two glasses, put on some soothing, relaxing music, and then stirred Aymie to beckon her into the tub with him. She looked disheveled and well fucked, sitting between his legs in the tub and nestling back into his chest. The water was just the right temperature...right on the brink of being too hot. A canopy of steam hung in the bathroom and fogged up the mirrors and windows as the low glow of the candlelight danced on the walls.

"What? Why do you want to take a trip?" she asked him, leaning off to the side to catch his gaze.

Jack took a sip of his wine and then set the glass down. "Why? To be alone with my girl. To take you away somewhere where you don't have to worry about your mom, or about your boyfriend, or about people seeing you and I together." He scooped up some water and ran it over her breasts and collarbone. "I just want to be alone with you."

She laughed once. "We're alone together right now, Mr. Davis."

"You know what I mean."

Jackson could sense her unease already. He knew the idea was a long shot, but it had been one he was cooking up for a few days now. The girl needed a break; the days at his house were helping her to become bolder, to realize that she needed to get out of her mother's house and start building her life outside of Rosaline's need for her. Aymie was her own person, and she needed to see that. She was starting to see that, and it was putting pressure on her home life. Jack just wanted to help her escape it for a little while.

Not to mention the fact that he could use a vacation. Things had been picking up at work ever since Ted had pulled his head out of his ass and decided to be a bit more brazen in his interactions with advertisers and supply companies, and that alone had almost doubled Jack's work load. He spent more and more days at work, which meant less time at home relaxing...and less time with Aymie or Max. A trip would do them all some good.

"I have some property up in the mountains that I haven't been to in years. Cozy little cottage tucked away in a patch of woods that overlooks a lake. Old design, wooden interior, one bedroom...it's warm, and I think you might like it."

Aymie sighed. "That does sound nice."

"You could even bring up some canvases and paints, if you want. I bet you could capture the scenery amazingly."

That perked her up and she sat up straight, sloshing the water around as she scrambled to turn around and face him, grinning.

"That's an amazing idea! I've been...thinking about starting to auction off a few of my pieces. If I could get a few good, nature landscapes in my portfolio...I think that would be enough to get it started!"

Jack grinned. "Exactly. Plus...time away. Just us and a little quiet cabin, a jacuzzi, all the wine we want...and all the sex we can handle."

"Like we don't have enough already," she teased, leaning in and kissing him once.

"Challenge accepted."

Aymie giggled and held her wine glass with two hands, hiking her knees into her chest. That excitement had turned to a sullen deliberation and he watched as her shoulders sagged a bit.

"What would I tell mom? Or Derek?"

He hadn't thought about that. His own expression fell just a bit at the reality of what he was asking her. Would it even be possible to sneak her away, just for a weekend? If someone found out it could be the end of their relationship. He didn't want to cause her any pain. They sat in contemplative silence for a long while before Jack heaved a sigh and shrugged a shoulder.

"It was just an idea, honey. We don't have to go."

"Unless..." Aymie started, nearly cutting him off as she peeked over, her face thoughtful.

"Unless...?"

"Unless I tell Derek that I'm going on a trip with mom, and tell mom that i'm going on a trip with Derek."

Jackson blinked at her, quirking a brow. "Elaborate."

"Well, Derek doesn't really come to the house unless I invite him over. He'd have no reason to be there, which means he wouldn't find out that I'm not actually out with mom, and that she's at home. And mom never leaves the house except for work, which is on the opposite side of town from where Derek works. So they really wouldn't even risk running into one another."

He blinked at her again, then laughed once. "That sounds crazy, Aymie."

"Well maybe but..." she leaned in and pressed a hand against his chest, leaving a bubbly trail. "But if we want to go, we have to come up with something. That's the best I've got."

Jackson smiled at her, kissing her on the tip of her nose. "It's a plan, then. If you're confident, then I have no reason to doubt you."

Aymie grinned then, curling her arms around his neck and kissing him hard on the mouth. He sighed against her kiss, wrapping a hand around her lower back and tugging her in tight, making waves in the tub. Their tongues intertwined, bodies flush against one another and they slowly but unavoidably lost themselves in one another, just like they always did.

This was a long shot, and Jack knew it. It would risk everything, but he believed the risk would be worth it. He'd whisk her away for a romantic getaway in the mountains without a soul to care about who they were or why they were together. It would be paradise.

After a few more minutes of feeding on her hot little mouth, his hands gripping every part of her body they could reach, he pulled back from her and grinned, reaching down between her legs to feel the lips of her pussy. She was wet...and not from the bath. A blush filled her cheeks and she bit her bottom lip just as Jack slipped a finger up inside her. He pulled her in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke