Page 37 of Serpent Darling
And now, Jagger has some good news to share.
And good news like this calls for a celebration, so he is more than eager to clear out the bar this Sunday evening and spend some much-needed time in his playroom with his live-in girlfriend.
"Everyone out?" Sadie asked, a grin playing on her lips as she finished wiping off the last liquor bottles behind the bar.
Jagger slipped the large bolt in place on the front doors and turned to grin at her. He took long strides to get to her behind the bar, looking very eager as he picked her up from behind, causing her to let out a sound of surprise as she dropped her dishcloth on the ground.
"All clear," he whispered in her ear as he hugged her from behind after setting her back down so her feet were on the ground again.
Sadie turned in his arms and pressed a hard kiss to his mouth before pushing against his chest and backing out of his arms. She reached for a bottle of Jameson Whiskey, poured a four-count into her mouth, and pushed Jagger onto his knees before her. Jagger tilted his head back and let Sadie open his mouth by hooking her thumb over his bottom teeth. Jagger was known to be the dominant in their relationship, but fuck did he love when she did shit like this.
Leaning forward, Sadie let the whiskey drip from her lips into his awaiting mouth, eliciting a dark moan from his chest. After swallowing, Jagger reached out to grab her, but she stepped away again. She lifted her tight white Serpent Pit crop top shirt over her head as she walked backward toward the office and tossed it to the floor before his feet.
"So, that means I can finally get out of these clothes? It's been such a long, hard day." Sadie winked as her hands went to work unbuttoning her tight jean shorts.
Jagger audibly groaned as his left hand shot out to grip the bar top, and he got to his feet. His eyes were glued to her shapely legs as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and shorts before pushing them to the ground and stepping out of them. "Jesus, baby."
With just her red lace bra left, she paused to bend over to take off her motorcycle boots, aware that her breasts threatened to spill out of her cups as she did so.
"Leave them on!" Jagger yelled as he grabbed something Sadie couldn't see from under the bar top. He shoved it in his pocket and made his way toward her. His eyes were lustful, and Sadie's breath caught in her throat as she straightened. She could only imagine what was hidden in his pocket and what pleasure it would bring forth during their play.
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
Sadie knew he was beyond ready to have his way with her, but she wanted to continue teasing him for as long as possible. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, and when he was a few feet in front of her, she whipped it at his head and laughed as he struggled to unwrap it from his head. She could hear him cursing as she ran into the office.
"Sadie! You're going to regret that!" He shouted as she heard his heavy footsteps on the wood floors making their way to the office. He stopped at the office doorway and casually leaned against the frame. His eyes locked with hers as she pressed her back against the door to their playroom. Their playroom. God, that had such a good ring to it.
Casually, Jagger dangled the red lacy bra from his index finger.
"You think you're funny?"
Sadie's voice shook with desire and excitement when she drawled, "Hi-larious."
Jagger chuckled and dropped the bra to the floor. He retrieved the key from his desk and planted himself before her. He was close enough that she could feel the heat of his chest against her own, and she arched her back off the door to push her breasts against him. She let out a small gasp as his left hand braced against the door, and he leaned down to tug on her bottom lip with his teeth.
"You better behave, darling," he mumbled against her mouth before trailing kisses down her jaw.
Sadie could hear the critical jingle against the lock as his right hand blindly tried to unlock the door.
"Or what, tough guy?" She teased and arched into him again, pulling a low growl from his throat that tickled the skin of her neck.
"Or you won't be able to walk for a week," he said as she heard the lock click open behind her.
She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him again, their tongues coming together in a familiar dance. This time, it was slow and sensual, her tongue then tracing along his lower lip. "Promises, promises."
In one swift movement, he moved her to the side so he could swing the door open and bit her shoulder. Hard.
Sadie yelled at the sudden pain and whimpered as he licked the mark with his tongue.
"Get over to the table. Bend over, grab the ropes, and get ready for me. We will start with your lashings."
Sadie hurried over to the long black leather-bound table in the center of the room and stretched her torso along its length, extending her arms across the expanse to grab the two rope handles bolted to the sides. She made sure to spread her legs as she gazed over her shoulder at him, aware of how her folds wereslick already with want as the air hit her center and forced a shiver through her body.
Jagger was stripping his black T-shirt off as he moved along the room, eyes taking in his many choices. She watched as he picked up a black and red leather cat-o-nine tails from the rack behind her. It was a new addition, something that reminded him of the time she danced at the club in her red dress.
They had been so busy that they hadn't played and couldn't try it out yet. They were waiting for a special occasion.
Sadie quickly looked down at the table and took a deep breath. She had had plenty of spankings before, but they were usually with his hand, sometimes a tiny paddle or a riding crop. But she was anxious to try this one. She was always anxious to try anything with him.
