FIRE ~ N ~ ICE

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!" Jordan yelled at the officer, and planted herself on the trunk of her Mustang GT, seething with anger at the inconvenience of being made even more late, Jordan pictured herself explaining this one to Andy. She watched him approach her, Shooting invisible daggers at him with her eyes. Tony almost forgot himself as he sized her up. She was perfect in every way, except for that temper. He had a hard time not laughing as he said, "All I know is you were going fifty in a thirty-five, fast enough to earn a reckless operation citation." He tried to get the image of the flame-haired beauty out of his head. "License, registration and proof of insurance." As he glanced in the back seat. The tools of a businesswoman, he never would have guessed that judging by the way that she was dressed.

"Here." Jordan said curtly as she shoved the requested items at him. Jordan dropped her license and knew that at any moment the cop would die laughing. Bending to retrieve it, she could feel his eyes on her backside. What she would do if he were smiling! She turned to hand him the license and sure enough, he was smiling.

"Don't you have something to do, like fill out that ticket, instead of check out my ass?" the look on his face, along with the color crawling up his neck, was almost enough to make her forget she was late for a meeting. "Well?" The guys were not going to believe this. Tony was glad his partner had called in sick, he surely would have been laughing at this scene. "I'll be back with you in a minute." With that, Tony went back to the cruiser. "Let me speak to Andrew." Jordan demanded. "Hello, Andy, yes, I know I'm late. Something out of my control came up." Jordan rolled her eyes. "NO! You ass, some cop with nothing better to do than stop me for speeding is the hold up. Tell Johnson I'll be there shortly." She tossed the phone into the car.

Tony was taking longer than expected; his mind was not on the citation he was issuing, it was on how wonderful this redhead would look beneath him. Would she be as fiery in bed as she was now? "Are you finished? yet?" She stood at the window. "Some of us do have jobs that don't involve harassing others." That said, she walked back to her car, once again taking her spot on the trunk. This time Tony did laugh to himself, he could feel the heat starting in his groin. "Screw having her beneath me, I'll get her on all fours so I can smack that ass." he said to himself. He returned to her with the citation. Smiled and said "Have a nice day." as he handed her a copy of it. "Ooooo." She fumed and slammed her car door. The nerve of him, how could he stand there and smile when it was obvious that she was not happy to be detained. As Jordan merged with the traffic her last thought was that she never run into that cop again.

Tony laughed all the way back to the station. What a perfect end to a boring shift. After signing off, he went to the locker room and showered. Thankful for being able to relieve his hard-on, Tony could not believe he had actually waited as long as he did. Damn it, why did his last stop have to be so gorgeous?

"So, she gets out of the car and storms toward me," Tony had the attention of the guys. "She didn't come the distance, just planted herself on the car trunk and shot daggers with her eyes." Jerry laughed, Tony continued. "Her hair was so red it was like the flames of hell, it did set off her piercing green eyes nicely." "Ok, Tony, enough just tell us about her body!" David chimed in. All the guys laughed. Tony ordered another round and went on. "She was perfect, her jeans showed a nice round ass, not to mention firm...it didn't jiggle a bit when she walked." More laughter. "Her heeled boots just complimented legs that didn't end and her tits, oh my God, they strained the material of her T-shirt to its limits.” The waitress brought the drinks, Tony was getting slapped on the back and high-fived. The men continued to enjoy the evening. Tony and David were the last of the group to leave. "So, are you going to pay a surprise visit to her?" David asked. Tony stopped. "Nah, I'll see her in court Monday morning. She was fine looking, but I still cited her." The two men laughed.

Jordan kicked off her boots, dropped the briefcase and portfolio next to the hallway stand. There were three messages on the machine, and her email icon flashed on the computer screen. She was in no mood to either check messages or mail. The meeting had not went well, Johnson liked her sketches, but insisted on seeing more before he agreed to give her a spot in the gallery. Jordan popped a frozen dinner into the microwave, walked through the bedroom into the bathroom and started Running water. She ate, not really tasting her food, bathed and tried to sleep. The smug look on that cop's face haunted her dreams.

His scent arrived as his hand tangled in her hair, turning her toward him. His lips roughly covered hers as his hand kneaded the flesh of her ass and thigh. Shoving her away, he sat on the bed and ordered, "GET OUT OF THAT DRESS!" Startled, she did as she was told, slowly dropping the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall in a black satin heap on the floor. His cock hardened as he devoured her with his eyes. Her heaving breasts strained against the black bra, and her panties, the way the ribbons rested on her hips. He was enjoying himself. "Now, discard the rest of your clothing." with an evil smile, he added. "Slowly." First, she removed the clips, letting her hair tumble over her shoulders. Next, she removed the bra; her hair just covered her pert tits. She untied one set of ribbons, leaving the panty hanging seductively. With the next set, the panty joined the pile of clothing on the floor. She started to remove one shoe. "NO! Leave them on." He walked toward her, lightly brushing against her as he came full circle. "You do enjoy this little game, don't you." No reply, she wasn't sure what to say. He walked around behind her, stopped and drew his hand back, she didn’t know what to expect and braced herself.

"This had better be important! Jordan growled into the phone. It was just after 6AM, who on earth would be calling at this hour? The familiar voice on the other end. "Jordan, have you seen the paper?" It was Andrew. Jordan made a mental note to ask her mother just how many times he'd been dropped on his head as a child. Bitingly she replied, "NO, I was sleeping." she continued. "And I am going back to sleep, DO NOT CALL HERE until after noon." Jordan slammed the phone down. Jordan tried with no success to go back to sleep. Giving up on the idea of sleep, she went to the bathroom to draw a bath. Sliding into the tub, Jordan kept going until each long leg was draped on either side of the faucet, the warm water pelted her clit. She finished, tossed on a robe and made coffee. Still disgusted with Andrew for his wake-up call, she flipped through the paper. There, in the Arts & Leisure section, a full-page article on the gallery opening, complete with rave reviews about her display. That helped ease her anger. She tossed the paper aside and got dressed. There was much to do today.

"I'm sorry, excuse m…” Tony stopped, mid-sentence. Jordan's smile faded, "Try facing forward when you walk." She joined Deja' at a table. Ignoring the hoots and laughter from his friends. Jordan did smile to herself when she heard, "Ouch! You're not making the good boy list this year." followed by more laughing. "He was cute, you should have asked them to join us." Deja's eyes were fixed on Matt. "Ugh, he is the last person I want to party with." Jordan wondered whom she was trying to convince, herself or Deja'. As the night wore on, Jordan kept sneaking glances at Tony. She was beginning to admit to herself that he was, indeed, attractive. "I can't take this anymore." Deja' walked over to their table. Jordan could feel the blush creeping up her neck. Making yet another mental note, not to go drinking with Deja' again for awhile. "Excuse me, but would you like to dance with my friend?" Deja' pointed in the direction of Jordan, who was trying to hide the shocked look on her face. Tony smiled and headed in Jordan’s direction. Looking at Matt,Deja’asked "Would you care to dance?"

"So, you want to dance?" Tony held a hand out to her. Jordan, taking his hand, followed him to the dance floor. Not a word was spoken between them until the song ended. Jordan whispered, "Call me." and kissed Tony on the cheek. Tony ran after her, "I don't have your number." She winked and said "Yes you do, in your coat pocket." He watched her walk to her car, then went back inside. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt alive and happy. Jordan left a note on Deja's windshield for her to stop by before going home. An hour or two later, Deja' arrived. Rattling on about how she always ended up with the losers. It turned out, not long after Jordan left, Matt's wife showed up and caused a scene. Deja' hadn't known Jordan left until after things settled down. Jordan's mood couldn't be ruined by anything. "Have you heard one word I've said?" Deja' asked. "I'm sorry D. I didn't know he was married." Jordan was unsympathetic; "I don't know any of those guys. The one pulled me over for speeding a couple of weeks ago."

"Well, I'll call you tomorrow or stop by for breakfast, I'm calling it a night." Deja' left.

Tony was smiling like a Cheshire cat when he walked into the station. "I know all the paperwork waiting for you didn't put that smile on your face." David handed Tony a cup of coffee. David had stayed home and spent the evening with his wife, not sure if it was a good or bad thing. He'd heard Matt's version of last night and was beginning to wish he'd gone out with the guys. "Well, I got her number and definitely plan to see her again." Tony was grinning from ear to ear. "Who?"

"Jordan, the red-.” Tony was cut off again. "THE REDHEAD!" David said, loud enough for everyone in the general area to hear him. The station got quiet then erupted with hoots, hollers, laughter and clapping. For the last three weeks they had listened to Tony go on and on about this gorgeous redhead. "Her name is Jordan." Tony left to go on patrol, the paperwork could wait. Around 1:00 he made the call, but got her machine. All was not lost; she had left another number where she could be reached. He would have to tell her about that. "Jamestown Gallery, can I help you?" the voice on the other end said. "Yes, I'd like to speak to Jordan Summer." A few seconds of silence. "Hello." It was her, Tony's stomach rose to his throat, and he had no idea what the going to say. "Hello?" Finally, "Jordan, its Tony, from last night." Silence. "Oh hi, I was hoping you'd call." Was she really happy to hear from him? "Umm, I was wondering, ya know, if you're not busy," he sounded like an idiot. "Would you like to get together for dinner?" He wasn't even speaking to her face to face, yet his hands were sweating. "Sure, but" a pause. "I'm working late this evening." Jordan crossed her fingers, secretly hoping he'd say yes. "If you like, you can stop by the gallery and we can leave from here when I'm done." A feeling of being too forward washed over her. "I get off work at four. I'll meet you there around five-thirty?" Jordan smiled to herself. "Great, I'll see ya then." and she hung up. Each of them felt relief and excitement at the same time. Jordan called Deja' and asked her to bring her some other clothes and shoes. Tony stopped by his place to pick up a change of clothing. Eyebrows rose when he walked into the locker room. He ignored them all, stripped and headed for the shower. Somewhere downtown, at the Jamestown Gallery, Jordan was shooing Andrew out. "You're not being a bitch today, what's up?" He asked. "Nothing, just go home. I'll call you later. Tell mom I love her." Jordan shut the door in his face. Andrew was not one to argue about leaving work early. He did just that before his real sister came back and asked why he was wasting time.

"Hi, c'mon in." Jordan n closed the door and locked it. She led Tony to the back room. "It's taking longer than expected, would you like some coffee or something?" Tony made conversation and thumbed through magazines, occasionally finding himself staring at Jordan. The image of her at the drafting table was enough to make him horny. At one point, Jordan caught him staring and smiled. How did he get so lucky to find someone like her, he asked himself. He stood behind her, and let out a yell when she bumped into him with her chair. "Oops, sorry." She giggled. "I'm finished." Still rubbing his knee, "You're quite talented." At that, Jordan blushed. "Thanks, it's the final piece in the series." They took advantage of the nice fall evening and walked to an Italian restaurant. "Wait!" Tony looked around as if he had forgotten something. "Stay right here, I'll be back." With that, Tony ran back the way they had come. When he returned, he held a solitary white rose. She was speechless. "You have been on my mind for the past month." He leaned down and kissed her. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, Jordan never thought that she would feel like this again. Jordan tried not to sound anxious when she asked Tony if he was ready to leave. Hand in hand they walked back to the gallery Jordan threw all caution to the wind. "Are you going to walk me home or chance letting someone kidnap me?"

"Well, we can't have that happen can we?" Tony put his arm around her shoulders. "The chivalrous thing to do would be to see the lady home." Jordan lightly slapped his chest and laughed. Her door had barely closed before Jordan jumped into Tony's arms. The feelings his kiss stirred earlier could be contained no longer. She slid down and out of Tony's arms. "Will you stay tonight?" Tony followed her into the bedroom. Buttons flew in all directions as they literally tore off their shirts. Tony didn't give Jordan a chance to remove her skirt; he tossed her on the bed, pushed the skirt up around her waste and buried his face between her thighs. It had been so long since Jordan had let Down the wall, she was squirming before too long. Her knuckles were white from gripping the pillow. As her orgasm neared, Jordan, not wanting Tony to hear a sound, held a pillow over her face. Tony removed the pillow and smiled down at her, his face still glistening with her juices. "Liked that huh?" his smile was evil. "I think you'll enjoy this even more." That said, he entered her.

She couldn't hold in the moan. He felt so good as he moved inside her, she dug her nails into his back, and screamed out in ecstasy as she came again and again. Tony kissed her forehead, then her nose and then her lips and said "Good night." His arms circled her. "I thought you were the kind of guy who could go on for hours." Jordan's fingers played around his nipples. "Darlin, I am, but from what just happened," he smiled again. "I don't think you could handle anymore tonight." Jordan hit him with a pillow; they both laughed and eventually fell asleep.

Tony planted a light kiss on Jordan's lips; "Morning green eyes." Jordan smiled and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back. "What time is it anyway?" He frowned. "Almost time for me to go home, I have to work at ten." She sat bolt upright and looked at the clock. "I should have been at work two hours ago." Jordan started rushing to get ready. Tony sat on the edge of the bed laughing. She shot him a mean look. "What is so funny."

"You are so beautiful when you're mad." then he added . "But you're extremely beautiful rushing around bare assed." Tony caught the washcloth with his face. "I thought you had to leave." Jordan yelled from the bathroom. He stood watching her, enjoying the sight of the water and soap running over her naked flesh. Tony watched her a few minutes longer, then stripped out of his clothes and stepped in behind her. Jordan screamed and fell against him. "Damn it, I thought you left." Tony started to step out of the shower. "Oh no you don't!" Jordan caught his arm an d pulled him to her. He took his time washing her back and ass and on down to her ankles. Tony trailed kisses all the way as he stood up. His hands found her tits. "Are you happy to see me?"

He nipped her ear. Sliding a hand between her legs, "We need to make sure you are very clean." Jordan was thankful Tony was holding her up, had he not been she surely would have fallen. Jordan turned to face him, kissing him deeply; she took his hardening cock in her hand and began stroking him. Tony moaned. Jordan smiled and pulled a towel off the rack. Placing it on the floor, she knelt down and took him in her mouth. A loud groan escaped his throat as he came. Tony took her face in his hands, leaned down and kissed her. They left a trail of wet footprints to the bed, where they finished what had been started in the shower. It was 9:45 when Tony called the station and said he was running late. By the time they went in to take a real shower, the water was freezing.

They kissed each other at the door and went on to work. Tony yelled, "I'll be by for lunch." as they headed to their opposite destinations. "Where have you been?" Andrew caught Jordan as she hurried to the back room. "Johnson wants to see the final piece." Jordan smiled and said nothing. In the back room she found Mr. Johnson. He said nothing as he walked past her. "What in the hell is Johnson's problem?" She demanded. "I was here very late last night working on this, and in the eight years I've been doing business with him, I have never once been late." Andrew 's mouth dropped and he pointed over her shoulder. "Miss Summer," Jordan's back went stiff. "Might I suggest that you take matters concerning me, up with me?" She whirled around and glared at him. She moved closer, poking him in the chest, "Go ahead and take your fucking business elsewhere." Barely pausing for a breath. "Someone will find this series of interest, someone who will not hide it in a storage shed. Oh my, you look shocked. I know that your business has been a work of charity." She showed no signs of letting up. "GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY GALLERY BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT!" Jordan stormed toward the back, searched in the filing cabinet till she found what she was looking for, and, after finding the contract with Johnson's gallery, ran it through the shredder.

Jordan was in no mood to be stood up; she looked at her watch. Tony had called over an hour ago and said he'd be there in fifteen minutes. Shifting her weight from one leg to the other, she looked up and down the street. Still no sign of Tony, She turned to go back inside when the cruiser came to a stop. "Sorry I'm late." Tony flashed that evil smile. "Get in." She didn't ask any questions, she couldn't her words were caught by his mouth on hers. They pulled away from the curb. Tony stopped the car, leaned in for another kiss, and blindfolded her. "Don't ask any questions, and don't remove it until I tell you to." He whispered close to her ear. He drove a little further, parked and helped her out of the car. On a hilltop, over looking the city, Jordan found out what had caused Tony's delay. She threw her arms around Tony, kissing him. "This isn't all." He kissed her back.” Shall we?" He led her to the table. Jordan kissed him and got out of the car, "I'll see you later?" She smiled at Tony. He waved and drove away. Tony hoped Jordan would love what he had planned for her this evening.

Andrew was right on time; “You know she will kill me if she finds out I let you in here." Andrew opened the back door to the gallery and led the way to Jordan' s newest display. " This series is titled Perfect Journey, A Submissive' s Road to Self-Discovery." Andrew flipped the lights. Tony was in awe. The portraits were the best he'd seen. Each one showed a woman in different states of bondage. "Andrew, thank you." Tony clapped him on the back. " You have no idea how much you have helped me out." He took the key from Andrew, and then added. " Cancel all of her appointments for tomorrow, Jordan is taking the day off." Tony winked at Andrew and left the same way they had entered.

Jordan stopped by her mother' s and was now regretting that decision. "OK ma." She tried to hide the irritation. She looked at her watch; she was to meet Tony in half an hour. "Ma, are you ready yet?" She let out a sigh." I told you I have plans tonight." Mrs. Summer walked into the foyer." Let's go." Jordan left a message for him at the station.

Tony heard her keys in the lock and stood, waiting to meet her. " How'd you get in here?" Not the response he was hoping for, but it would do. "Your brother let me in." Surprised at how easily the lie rolled off his tongue. Jordan had a look of confusion and disgust on her face. " I'm sorry, ma wanted to go shopping and she took forever." A slight smile formed on her face. "She hasn't wanted to go shopping in over a year, maybe she has a fever or something." Tony wrapped her in his arms. " What you need is a hot shower."

Wrapped in a robe, she walked into the bedroom. All around the room were lit candles. Her entire room had been redone. Tony was nowhere in sight. She smiled to herself and lie back on the bed. A loud noise from the kitchen woke Jordan. The sun had set, and the candles cast a soft glow throughout the apartment. Sleepily she walked into the living room, smiling when she saw Tony. He joined her on the sofa, pulling her close. His hands slid inside her robe, caressing every inch. Her soft moans were music to his ears. Tony gently pushed her back onto the couch, opening her robe. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" His mouth covered one pert nipple; one hand found her other tit, kneading it until she almost cried out. " I have you figured out," He whispered, sliding two fingers inside of her. Almost forcing her to ride them as she would him. "Tell me what it is you want."

Her hips met each stroke of his fingers.” I said, tell me what you want" Jordan felt like crying. Tony removed his fingers as she was reaching her climax. Crying from the pleasure that seemed so far out of reach. He took her by the hand, leading her into the bedroom. " I hope you like what I' ve done here." He kissed her. " I felt this suited you much better." Jordan would never admit to him that she loved the animal prints and navy blue satin sheets. It was the bedroom outfit she had always wanted, but never got for herself. One day, she may explain it to him, but that could wait. Her senses were on high alert, though it was not cold in the apartment; chills ran up and down her body. Her nipples remained fully erect. What she didn't understand was how Tony, after what he had just done to her, could not be showing any signs of arousal. Men really irritated her sometimes.

"We're going to play a little game." There was that evil smile again. "You do everything I tell you to do." The idea of being told to do something started her juices flowing. Had she finally found the perfect man? She hid her excitement well. "Now what makes you think I will do what you tell me?" Cocking her head to the side, arms crossed over her chest, she waited for his answer. "Ah, but you will." His smile faded, replaced by a look of shear lust. "You know the pleasure you will receive will be immense." Positioning her at the foot of the bed, he attached one wrist to each post. The bindings were leather lined with satin. Trailing kisses down her navel to her freshly shaved pussy, he did the same with each ankle. To torture her even more, he spent a few minutes tracing her slit with is tongue. She squirmed, trying to get away from his probing tongue. It was no use; she was anchored to that one spot. He stood up and smiled.

When Tony reemerged from the bathroom he was in full uniform, complete with hat and sunglasses. Jordan could not help laughing. " If I were you ma' am, I'd look at my predicament before laughing at a police officer." He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from spoiling things. What had he been thinking when he added the sunglasses, knowing full well candles lighted the room. Jordan tried hard not laugh. The smirk on her face quickly faded when she felt Tony's PR-24 tracing the inside of her thighs. "You are in a world of trouble Miss.” Another evil grin. " I think we can work out some kind of arrangement." He removed the clip holding her hair so that it fell over her shoulders. It covered her tits nicely, had it not been for her nipples being erect her hair would have hidden them perfectly. His tongue traced the same path as the PR-24 had, when he heard her sharp intake of breath he smiled to himself. The metal was cold against her skin; she tried to ask Tony what he was doing but w as cut of by a sharp " Shush!" from him. He fastened the other shackle around her ankle and untied the leather that bound her ankles to the bedposts. Sliding ever so slowly up her, he produced a set of handcuffs. Tony led her to the bathroom. “Your jail clothing is hanging on the rack. You have five minutes to change."

"Surely you're going to remove these," She pouted. "So I can dress of course." His laugh was evil. " There is no need to remove them. He swatted her backside. "You'll figure it out." He closed the door behind her. Jordan was not sure whether to be worried or excited, whatever it was she was feeling, she enjoyed it. On the rack, she found the outfit. A black leather bustier and black satin thong that fastened on either side. He was a sly one. She wondered how she knew she had wanted something like this. When she turned toward the door she noticed them, a pair of black spiked heels. At least he had enough chain between the shackles so she could walk comfortably.

As she stepped into the bedroom, Tony flipped a switch. Her end table lights had been replaced with red and blue strobe lights. If what he had done so far had not already put her in the mood, the strobes certainly would have done the trick. He let her walk ahead of him. Without looking back, Jordan piped up. “It is just like a cop to trump up charges. What's the matter? Your wife not giving it up?" His hand landed hard on the exposed flesh of her ass. Instead of removing it immediately, let it rest for half a second, then began rubbing the area. "That is no way to talk to a police officer." Tony had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing. She was cute when she jumped. That smack to her backside startled Jordan. She almost yelled at him.

Turning, with a pout, she looked in his eyes. "Well officer, I'm sure we can work something out. What do ya say?" She licked her lips for added effect. "Damn her," Tony thought, "This is my game, she won't get the upper hand." Jordan knew she was having an effect on him, he backed out of reach just as she reached for his cock. "We'll see what kind of prisoner you are."

"I can be very good when I want to be." She purred. "What would you like me to do?" Jordan was getting the upper hand. "Silence!" Tony demanded. "No talking." He smacked her ass again. "Let's see how well you suck dick." He forced her to her knees. Jordan was patting herself on the back for having thick carpeting installed. "Whatever you want officer." She undid his zipper, reached in and brought out his throbbing cock. Her tongue worked like a python along the length of the shaft. She gently kissed and sucked the head until he was ready to explode. Remembering what he had done to her earlier, she took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. "How's that," She grinned. “Officer." Tony could not believe she had just done that. He laughed to himself, oh she was going to pay for this.

Taking a handful of hair, he brought her to her feet and kissed her hard on the mouth. Tony took hold of the short chain between the cuffs and pulled her back toward the bed. Sitting on the edge, he nudged her with the PR-24. "Turn around slowly." She stopped, her back facing him. He started to work the PR-24 between her thighs. Jordan tried not to moan but was unsuccessful. "Oh, you like this." He sounded amused. His hand traced the roundness of her ass, down her thighs and back up again. His hand massaging her shoulder. " Do you know what we do to smart-ass prisoners?" Tony leaned over and pulled out the end of another set of shackles, fastened it around one of her ankles, and freed the opposite side to attach it to the other bedpost. He did the same with her wrists, kissing her over her neck when he had completed that task. “I don't know about you," He smiled. "But I'm going to enjoy this." He removed the thong, kissing her slit gently, and fucking her with his tongue. Jordan squirmed.

"Don't cum yet darling. I'm not finished with you." With that, Tony cut away the bustier. He put her hair behind her shoulders and set to work. The combination of the PR -24 working in and out of her wet hole and his mouth and fingers working over her nipples, drove Jordan over the edge. She began begging him to stop, "Please, Tony, I can't take this anymore." Sitting back on the edge of the bed, Tony couldn't resist licking her clit one more time. "OH MY GOD!" Jordan couldn't take anymore. "You are so evil, I swear you are!" Tony laughed and started to remove his uniform. "NO!" Jordan yelled. "Just, please, let me loose."

Jordan turned on some music, tossed his PR-24 aside, and began giving him a lap dance. The feel of the duty belt against her already sensitive cunt was arousing her again. She pushed him down and began kissing him over his neck, unbuttoning his shirt so she could continue on to her goal. She unfastened the duty belt, his pants and once again, undid his zipper. She licked, sucked and kissed his hardened cock. "I want you take me from behind." She got on the bed on her hands and knees, her ass toward him.

His hands gripped her waist; slowly he slid into her. "Mmmmmmmmmmm." She began thrusting against him. "Spank me! Please, spank me!" Tony traced Jordan' s spine with one hand. "Oh my god, please, spank me!" CRACK! His hand rubbed her ass. "TELL ME YOU LIKE IT!" Tony, as well as Jordan was caught up in the act. "OH GOD YES, I DO!" CRACK! Followed by "Mmmmmmmmmmm" Tony wanted to change position He lay on his back and watched as Jordan's sopping wet pussy swallowed his cock. She began grinding away. Her hands closed around his wrists. "Pinch my nipples!" She breathed. The two of them came together, collapsing in a heaving, sweaty heap on the bed. Tony moved just enough to switch off the lights.

They started off the morning with a tame fuck, had breakfast, and went to the adult store to purchase more bondage equipment for Jordan. They left with their purchases and their arms around one another. Jordan stopped to look at him. "I love you." He kissed her. "And I love you." He started to walk on again. "Wait, there is one thing bugging me." She raised a n eyebrow at him. "How did you know that what happened last night, was a fantasy of mine?" Tony laughed, and pulled her along, anxious to get home and try out their new toys. Some day he would tell her. But this was not the day.

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