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  Ultimate Desire

  Jodi Olson’s Desire Series: 3

  By

  Jodi Olson

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  Ultimate Desire

  Jodi Olson’s Desire Series: 3

  Copyright © 2012 Jodi Olson

  ISBN 978-1-935757-81-8

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  Dedication

  Thanks to Missy Martine for all her help on editing and reading over my books. Also big thanks to my friend Dawne for being supportive.

  Helen, thanks for all our chats and being there to help push me.

  My Fan's are awesome! Wouldn't have gotten this far without YOU.

  Thank you everyone at Jodi Olson’s Erotic Ranch and Jodi and Dawne's Hot Spot group. You're all awesome.

  Jodi

  ONE

  A Case of Desire

  Lucas Jenkins worked during the day as a corporate lawyer in the small town of Dalton, MN. In the evenings the litigator became a submissive to his lover of one year. For the last two months his nights were spent at the office working on several cases at the same time. His fifty-five year old law partner Bruce, twenty years his senior, mentioned he wanted to retire in five years. Then, two months ago, Lucas noticed more cases being given to him, and Bruce coming in less and less.

  He wanted to enjoy at least one stress-free weekend while spending time serving his Master. Today was to be an anniversary of sorts. It was significant for Lucas anyway, though he didn’t think Mitch would remember. Spilled coffee, a wet shirt; and the best blow job ever, even if it was in the coffee shop bathroom. He had no idea at the time that one encounter would change everything in his life. Lucas had never been in a relationship that lasted this long before. One relationship lasted six months, others only a month, if that.

  Tonight Mitch had meetings that would keep him out until eight. That gave Lucas plenty of time to pick up his Master’s favorite shrimp dish from the restaurant around the corner, get showered and get in the playroom before Mitch arrived. The beginning of a smile tipped the corners of his mouth. It was the first time in two months Lucas would be home before midnight. He knew being a corporate lawyer, and even someday presiding over his own firm, meant long hours, and Mitch seemed okay with it…until recently.

  Lucas started noticing changes in Mitch the last few weeks. The morning kisses were pretty much nonexistent or perfunctory. So was the sexting; and phone calls to his office telling him Mitch loved him. God, he hoped tonight his Master would be pleased with him.

  The last three days he had been working on the Wilder Toys contract and it was almost finished. One more hour should wrap it up. If not, he’d work on it first thing in the morning. It took him a week just to stop laughing every time he put the words Slave Driver Fucking Machine in the contract. Maybe I should have Master check it out when it comes available. There’s plenty of space in the playroom for it.

  He pictured the playroom and thought about the first time he got caught in the sexy and dangerous place…

  It was the first night Mitch brought him back to his place; and Lucas was told he wasn’t allowed in the locked room. As soon as Mitch left for a shower, Lucas had to go check it out. Mitch didn’t know Lucas possessed a certain facility with locks, a skill from his Uncle, the locksmith. When he entered the room, it scared and excited him all at the same time. On the far wall he noticed several lengths of rope, several whips, chains, paddles and more. He secretly wanted to get caught so Mitch could punish him.

  Lucas padded over to the large table on the right side of the room and sat on the cool leather. The beginning of a smile tipped the corners of his mouth as he imagined what it might be like to be restrained, helpless in this wicked room.

  “Slaves who can’t follow orders have to be disciplined,” Mitch’s voice rang out from the doorway. “I told you this room was off limits.”

  “I only wanted—”

  “Quiet,” Mitch commanded, “or I’ll gag that pretty little mouth. Strip!”

  Mitch ordered the now naked Lucas to lie down and place his arms above his head. Within minutes Mitch had restrained Lucas to the top of the table. Mitch used another set of ropes to tie his knees to a spreader bar, which was then pulled back toward Lucas’ head, lifting and exposing his now-vulnerable ass.

  Before Lucas could think, he felt warm slick hands on his hard cock. A hot ache grew in his throat. The warming gel Mitch had applied to his dick made the blood surge from his fingertips to his toes. Mitch seemed to know what Lucas wanted more than he did himself.

  The heat of his Master’s tongue stroking back and forth over his anus sent shivers all over Lucas’s body. God, it feels so fucking good. He wanted more, but Mitch withdrew his tongue seconds later and Lucas whimpered.

  Lucas waited patiently as Mitch applied the gel to his anus. He wanted Mitch to fuck him fast and hard, but it wasn’t up to him. Lucas was only a slave. He didn’t dare ask his Master for sex. First one, then two fingers slid slowly in and out of Lucas. It was a little overwhelming but he didn’t want Mitch to stop. Lucas let a groan slip past his lips as Mitch continued to push his fingers in further with every stroke. He was close and Mitch must have known it because suddenly his Master’s fingers left him again.

  Lucas felt the end of Mitch’s cock press against his anus, opening him further. “Oh, fuck!” He’d never wanted anything more than he wanted Master Mitch’s cock in his ass. He pushed back as his Master pushed further into him. The pressure became so intense he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. The burning sensation increased as his sphincter muscles stretched again. Mitch’s shaft entered him inch by inch until he was full. Lucas grunted, the feeling so intense, so earth shattering. He didn’t want his Master to stop.

  Mitch filled him to the hilt, pulling nearly all the way out then pushing back in again several more times.

  “Come for me, slave,” Mitch commanded.

  Lucas’s thoughts returned to the here and now, and the corporate work that needed to be finished. Still, he thought wistfully if it hadn’t been for the spilled coffee Mitch and I would never have met. He hoped they’d have lots more anniversaries to come. He had to make things right with his Master. And that would start as soon as Mitch walked through the door.

  *****

  Mitch Benson felt a terrible tenseness in his body. He dreaded going home to an empty house. Lucas would be working late again just like the last two months. He hated all those hours Lucas was away from him, but he knew going into the relationship the work schedule. I should be more understanding or I’ll lose Lucas for good he realized.

  Instead of going straight home Mitch decided to go see Lucas at his law office. Tomorrow would mark the anniversary of the day they met. He wanted to take Lucas out to celebrate. Maybe he could suggest they go out to dinner. On the drive to the law office Mitch thought about how they’d met…

  He’d had a stressful day of boring and unproductive meetings and unruly clients. He didn’t feel like going home, so he stopped at the local coffee shop and ordered his favorite Irish-Coffee.

  Mitch stood off to the side while he waited for his Irish-Coffee. The stranger behind him had just ordered the sa
me. He couldn’t help but stare at the tall, handsome man with the beautifully proportioned body. His profile was sharp and confident. His dark hair was messy from the wind. The tantalizing smell of his after-shave caused Mitch’s dick to strain against his jeans instantly. They already had the same taste in coffee. He wondered what else they had in common.

  When the stranger started to walk away, Mitch followed him. Then, the man stopped suddenly and Mitch bumped into him, spilling coffee over the other guy’s shirt. “Man, I’m so sorry, didn’t think you’d stop in the middle of the aisle,” Mitch said.

  “If you didn’t have your eyes focused on my ass,” Lucas’s own eyes twinkled as he looked at Mitch, “you would have noticed. Damn, that coffee is hot.”

  “Again, I’m sorry. I’ll buy you a new shirt.” Mitch offered his hand, “By the way, my name is Mitch Benson. Give me your address; I’ll send one over tomorrow.”

  “Lucas Jenkins. It hasn’t been a good day, so this is just one more thing to go wrong. Try not to spill coffee on anyone else tonight…Mitch. Bye.”

  Mitch wanted a taste of Lucas. He felt Lucas might make a great submissive. Mitch felt that Lucas’s corporate look was simply a veneer, and the real sub lurked just beneath. But he wanted the guy hooked first. He wanted to suck and fuck Lucas Jenkins with his tongue. Thank god he didn’t say it out loud, but he came pretty darn close.

  He followed Lucas into the men’s room to take what he wanted. Lucas was blotting his shirt with a damp paper towel when Mitch shut and locked the door behind him. He spun Lucas around and pinned him against the cool tile wall. Tongues met and danced. Beneath Mitch’s jeans his cock lengthened, forcing his groin at Lucas, pushing the other man harder against the wall. He heard Lucas groan, and he took a handful of the other man’s hair. “Your dick and mouth are mine. I’ve wanted them since the moment I spotted you in line.”

  “A whole five minutes huh?”

  “Stop talking and show me what you can do,” Mitch ordered.

  Mitch couldn’t help laughing aloud about the memory. After that night in the coffee shop they were inseparable. Finally he pulled up in front of the law firm. Before getting out of his car he noticed all the lights were off. Where’s Lucas? He sure hoped his lover was home. Submissives, by their nature, often needed extra care and attention. He would always worry because he loved Lucas. Nothing was going to change that.

  *****

  Mitch entered the house; and threw his keys on the kitchen counter like always. He spotted the shrimp dinner from his favorite restaurant and smiled. Lucas was home early. Next to the take out was a note.

  Master,

  I know I haven’t been a very good slave lately. I’m in the playroom waiting on my punishment.

  Your slave, Lucas.

  Mitch took his time to enjoy his dinner and a beer. He’d make Lucas wait; one of the hardest lessons for a slave was waiting and patience. Finally, he walked down the hall to the playroom, opened the door and found Lucas naked with his head to the floor. Beside his slave was a wooden paddle.

  “I see you picked a paddle for me already, slave. I think using a whip on you fits the punishment more.”

  “Yes, Master. Should I get the whip instead?”

  “No. Stay where you are, slave. I’ll use the paddle first then the whip if I see you need it. I should give you one smack for every time I jerked off thinking about you when I wanted to be fucking you instead.”

  “Master, may I ask a question?”

  “Yes, slave.”

  “How many smacks would that be?” Lucas asked as Mitch bit him on the earlobe.

  “Let’s just say more than ten, less than seventy-five.” His laughter floated up from his throat.

  “Oh.”

  “Or I could give you a smack for every time you didn’t come home before midnight.” He breathed heavy into Lucas’s ear. “Get up, lean across the table for me.” Mitch watched as his slave and lover did as he was told.

  “Spread your legs, slave.” Lucas whimpered but did as he was told, and Mitch couldn’t resist the urge to run his hands over the smooth globes of Lucas’s perfect ass. Mitch smacked him ten times then put the paddle down. “I’m going to go easy on you this time.”

  He spread his lover’s cheeks further apart and knuckled his hole. Lucas whimpered again, this time louder. With one hand Mitch grabbed Lucas’s sweat-damp hair, pulling his head to the side so he could take advantage of his neck. He leaned over, breathing in his lover’s scent before biting Lucas in the sweet, tangy curve.

  Lucas moaned and, after a few seconds, Mitch pulled away. “That ass is mine, slave. And I want it now.” He glanced down at his slave’s cock which stood at attention. He wrapped his fingers around Lucas’s shaft and stroked him lightly. “Did you hear me, slave?”

  “Yes, fuck yes…”

  “Yes, what?

  “Yes, Master.”

  “That’s better. I was going to go easy on you, but I’ve changed my mind. Ten more smacks, and this time I want to hear you count them. If you miss one, I’ll start all over.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Ready?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Mitch drew back his arm, aiming for the middle of his slave’s ass. “I don’t hear anything. Say it.”

  “One!”

  He drew back and smacked Lucas’s ass again, putting a little more muscle into it. He kept it up until he heard Lucas count the last one. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, I’ve missed that sweet ass of yours, slave.”

  “Yes, Master. Fuck me. I need to come.”

  “I didn’t give you permission to talk,” Mitch said, giving him a hand slap on Lucas’s ass. He reached for the lube and smeared it on to his dick quickly, then squeezed some onto his fingers. He rubbed Lucas’s hole until his slave was nice and slick.

  He pulled his fingers away. The need to fuck Lucas overwhelmed him and he let go, slamming into Lucas with all that he had, their bodies slapping almost as loud as the paddle hitting skin. He plowed into Lucas over and over, his own grunts of pleasure sounding loud in the playroom. Mitch was on the verge of coming and he wanted Lucas to come at the same time.

  “Come for me now, slave.”

  The pounding orgasm shot out of Mitch, long explosive streams of ecstasy, his heart raced and heated his blood. Soon Lucas followed and Mitch collapsed on to Lucas’s back.

  “I love you, Lucas. Fuck, I’ve missed this more than you know.”

  “I love you too, Mitch. That will never change.”

  END

  TWO

  Playing With Desire

  Kane Wilder’s overseas trip had been a success, and it was worth the extra week he had to stay in order to make sure the factory knew what they were doing. After all, it was his name going on those sex machines. As the owner of Wilder Toys he wanted the best machines. It had taken him four years, but finally everything was falling into place. Soon the store would be filled with the hand-held Dual Motion sex machine, the Dick Dexterous Fucking Machine, and his favorite, the Slave Driver Fucking Machine.

  Kane figured the slave machine would take off since half of his customers were into role playing. He knew most of the Doms that came into the store just by what they ordered; the submissives bought things as well, but nothing big like a sex machine.

  Stuck in a hotel room for three weeks, Kane had a lot of time on his hands. Most nights were spent under a cold shower as he thought about his store clerk Carter. He could still remember when he hired him six months ago. The moment the six-three brunette walked into his office he wanted to get on his knees, lower the man’s jeans and take Carter’s cock into his mouth…

  Five minutes into the interview Kane felt parched. He needed fluid and it sure didn’t have anything to do with water. After the interview was over he’d take care of his aching dick in the men’s room.

  “Excuse me a moment, Carter, I need something to drink. All of a sudden my throat has become dry. We have some bottled water in the break
room. Would you like me to bring you back one as well?”

  “Thank you, Mr. Wilder, my throat does seem a little dry too and it does seem rather hot today.”

  Kane forced himself to walk out of the office to get two bottled waters. He could feel Carter’s gaze burning into his back as the man admired his ass. He grabbed two bottles from the refrigerator and walked back into the office. He handed one to Carter who slid his fingers along Kane’s as he took the water, shooting lust and blood to Kane’s cock.

  “Fuck,” Kane said, a little too loudly.

  “What’s wrong, did I mess up the interview by accepting the water?”

  “No, everything is fine and you’re hired. Can you start right away?”

  “Yes, I can as soon as you need me too”

  “I needed you yesterday, but how does tomorrow sound?”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  At the end of the interview Kane walked with Carter to the entrance of the store. On his way he couldn’t help but notice Carter’s tight firm ass. He groaned and adjusted his cock, trying to make some room in his too-tight slacks. Kane watched as Carter hesitated for a moment at the door.

  Carter suddenly turned, “I’m probably going to get fired for this, but what the hell. It’s worth it.”

  Before Kane knew what was happening Carter had him pinned against the store window. The kiss was urgent and exploratory, and Kane wanted more, but Carter was gone by the time he finally was able to catch his breath.

  Kane’s aching cock strained against his slacks, but he couldn’t walk around with a hard on all day. Mary, his part-time sales clerk, would tease him about it endlessly, just like she did any time he gave a good looking male customer more than a glance. Kane needed relief, even self-induced, and he was half-way to the men’s room when all of a sudden he couldn’t see a thing. Someone had come up behind him, placed a blindfold around his eyes and pushed him to his knees. The first thought was someone wanted to rob him, maybe even kill him. Before he could ask what the hell was going on, his hands were placed behind his back and he heard the snap of the handcuffs. Fuck!