“Okay, I think the house was in a decent state when I left this morning.” Lowell smiled and led Jenny into his front room. He took her coat then went off to get glasses for the drink. When he came back, she was sitting on the end of the sofa, eating her first slice of pizza.

“I got started. I hope you don’t mind, I couldn’t resist.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll just slide in the DVD, and I’ll join you.” He was still feeling nervous as he flicked on the film and sat down at the other end of the sofa. He opened his box and started to eat. If someone had asked him how his pizza tasted, he would not have been able to tell them. He was eating mechanically whilst thinking hard about the situation.

Now she was here, the worries he’d put aside were coming to the fore. She was in his house, now. Would she feel free to call at any time? What if she called when he was rampaging in the cellar? Would she ask awkward questions about the door? Now he was wondering whether he’d done the right thing at all.

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry,” Jenny gasped.

Lowell clicked out of his own little world to see that Jenny’s glass was on its side on the coffee table.

“Don’t worry,” he said, leaping up. “I’ll see to it.” He rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the paper towels.

“I’m so sorry, Lowell. I’m such a klutz.” Jenny sighed and grabbed a handful of thick tissue.

“It’s okay, accidents happen.” Lowell picked up her glass and started to clean up the spilt, fizzy orange. His hand bumped into hers as they wiped.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again as their gazes locked.

“Don’t be,” he replied, leaving the damp towel and placing his somewhat sticky hand over hers. “It really doesn’t matter.”

Nothing mattered, then, nothing but her soft, warm hand under his and her lips. Everything else was forgotten. The film played to itself, the partially cleared spillage was left to penetrate the white paper towels as Jenny and Lowell kissed.

At work, the kisses were short and snatched, lip against lip, but the rest of their bodies had tended to stay parted. Not so, here. They were pressed hard against each other. Lowell could feel the warm smoothness of her breasts pushing into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her to steady himself as the kiss ripped through his body.

Her hands were on his back. He could feel their heat radiating into his flesh through the thin material of his shirt. As their mouths duelled and danced, Jenny gave under the weight. Lowell was above her on the sofa, his body pushed down onto her. Her legs had split around him as he and Jenny arranged themselves comfortably, and he was pressing into her. He could feel his hardness against her soft stomach.

“What are we doing?” he asked between kisses.

“I think we’re making out,” she replied. “I want you, Lowell.”

It was the most arousing thing she could have said. Lowell smiled and dragged his lips down her cheek and chin to press delicately against her neck. She mewled. It was the hottest sound he had ever heard, so he kissed again in the same spot and was rewarded with a gasp and a groan and a tightening of her hands on his back. He kissed down from her neck and over the skin of her chest. He scattered kisses all over the V opening of the front of her blouse, then, with shaking fingers, he undid first one button then another.

His lips followed seconds later and kissed the warm, scented curve that presented itself. He could see and feel her chest undulating from his attention, and he became immersed in her scent and hypnotised by the beating of her heart.

He was aroused to a level he’d never felt before, and he didn’t know if it had anything to do with his new, wolfish senses or not. He had not even kissed a girl before Jenny since he had changed, but he knew he’d never reacted this strongly to any woman ever before.

‘Sorry, I was getting cold.’ It’s a feeble excuse and he looks down his nose at me. He drops his shirt and undoes his belt buckle.

‘It’s OK, darlin’. I’ll soon warm you up.’ He tosses away his top, then his trousers and boxers drop into a pile on my floor and I admire his long, firm legs as he strides to the bed. He slips under the duvet and wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest.

‘That’s better.’ I sigh, the contentment of such a hug overwhelming me. I enjoy the sensation of my breasts being crushed against his warm, hard chest and snuggle closer, throwing an arm over his waist too.

He gently strokes my back and my body instantly heats up. I lift my head and our lips press hard against each other. His kiss is like rum blazing across my lips, slipping down my throat and heating my whole body with its flames. Our bodies rub together and my nakedness becomes a plus, not an embarrassing minus.

He pushes me over onto my back. He is above me, smiling at me between passionate kisses. My hands pull him close, crushing his chest down on mine. I can feel his hardness nudging between my thighs and his hips undulating, tickling my crotch and making me long for more than a fleeting touch.

‘So damn hot,’ he groans, nipping at my ear and down my neck into my cleavage. As he nibbles on my breasts, my arms loosen and fall down to the bed beside me. My body flows like hot butter and I surrender to the melting heat of his kisses.

He must have been waiting for my arms to slacken. As soon as they hit the bed, he shifts his weight and grasps one, pulling it above my head. Swaying the other way, he captures that arm, pulling it above my head also.

‘Leave these hands here,’ he orders, looking down onme with the most delightfully lustful gaze. ‘Or will I have to tie them there?’

‘Yes, sir,’ I reply, once more playing the game, the nervous excitement screwing up inside my stomach, the anticipation making me light-headed.

His lips return to my neck, my cleavage and lower down, onto my stomach. I’m so exposed as he rolls the duvet down behind him. With my arms stretched above my head, I am displaying every curve of my body to his sight.

‘Gorgeous,’ he growls as his nose nudges the curls at my crotch, then lower, trailing through the dew-covered down until he reaches the soft, ample folds of my eager pussy. He nudges my thighs wider with his shoulders, and I happily spread them for him. Having my arms above my head makes me feel as if I am surrendering to him, giving over everything I have for his pleasure.

I groan my frustration as his lips leave their promising trail and he sits back on his heels. I sense his eyes tracing over every inch of me. Feeling shame, I can’t help but drop my arms across my chest even though his caressing gaze is exciting me.

‘I warned you,’ he tuts as he slips off the bed and pulls the belt from his pants. All kinds of images flash before my mind’s eye as he strides across to me, his hard cock straining between his thighs. Relief floods me as he pulls my arms above my head and tightens his belt around them, just till the leather bites slightly into my skin, but not tight enough to cause me any real discomfort.

‘Now, naughty girl, if those hands get in the way of my viewing pleasure again, I will be forced to take stronger action, do you hear me?’

‘Yes, sir,’ I reply, my heart thumping in my chest. ‘Good. I want to see you, to drink you in. I’ve imagined your body naked so many times and now I have the opportunity to see it, I don’t want to miss a single detail.’

His words soothe and arouse me. A little burn of embarrassment remains in me as he climbs between my thighs and views my body once again but mostly I feel lust. I long for more than just his gaze on my body, and as if he heard my unspoken plea, his hands reach down and stroke down the outside of my thighs, sweeping down to my knees. He raises my legs, with both hands at first, then as he moves to the side, he slides both knees over one arm and folds them back towards my chest.

I begin to panic as I picture my large arse on display, everything between my thighs displayed lewdly before him.

‘Joe!’ I yell, and he turns his head to look me straight in the eye. All protests melt away as I see the lust, the want and the burning desire imprinted in those eyes. There’s no disgust, no disappointment or any other negative emotion that I had feared.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ he asks. ‘No,’ I whisper.

‘Pardon?’

‘No, sir,’ I reply, again giving him permission to continue the game.

‘This,’ he says as his other hand flows down and lands harshly on my exposed buttocks, ‘is for not addressing me correctly.’ Another smack follows and I squirm against his grip. But he is strong enough to hold me still and slaps his hand down hard again, making my bottom vibrate and my body hum with sexual need. ‘And those were for making me stop and for doubting your own beauty.’ He slaps again, harder still, once, twice and then three times making my whole arse flame with pleasurable pain. ‘And those were for being so damn sexy, having a gorgeous butt and for making me want you so badly.’

He moves again, his cock prodding at my open and very wet slit. With one sharp push and slippery slide, he is in me to the hilt. His balls are pressing against the pink flesh of my arse, his cock throbbing inside me.

‘Yes,’ I hiss, raising my hips up to pull him deeper inside of me. I feel so alive, more on fire than the burning flesh of my spanked bottom and I need him to fuck me, oh, how I need to feel him move.

“Carrie,” Jamie’s voice breaks into her reverie, “Will you go into the store. We need a new batch of burgers and some buns.” This is an unusual request, as normally he’d do it himself or send one of the other servers, but Carrie puts down her spatula and heads for the stock cupboard. It’s not until she is in there that she realises she doesn’t know how many burgers and buns are needed. She turns around to go and ask when a big, familiar male hand slaps itself across her mouth. “You didn’t say, ‘Yes, Sir’ did you, naughty girl.” His hand moves from her mouth.

“No, I didn’t because we’re at work.” Carrie replies defiantly, she tries to turn around but Jamie slams his body against her back.

“Oh no you don’t, miss,” he hisses. “You’ve got some punishment coming.”“But Jamie, anyone could come in,” Carrie hisses as Jamie wraps his arms around her middle, finding the zip to her trousers.

She drops her hands down to cover his. “No, not here.” She panics, but Jamie easily pushes herhands out of the way.

“Okay, you asked for it.” He lets her go but stays pressed up against her so she cannot move. She feels him fiddling with his belt then hears it as he frees the strap from his trouser loops.

“What are you doing.” she gasps, her heart thudding with frightened arousal.

“I’m punishing you,” he replies, pushing her arms up above her head against the corner of the metal shelving unit in front of them. His belt is wrapped firmly around her wrists and the unit and he threads it through the buckle, pulling the belt tight before tying it around itself, holding Carrie captive.

“Oh Jamie, don’t, please. Someone might walk in.”“Who.” he hisses, pulling down her trousers and knickers in one sweeping motion. “ It’s pretty busy out there. Graham is busy doing his job and yours, and the two girls will be busy serving. Now hush and take your punishment like a good girl.”He slaps her buttock and watches it wobble, his cock already straining in his trousers. He slaps the other and his eye falls to the jug filled with spare utensils sitting on the shelf in front of Carrie.

“Ooh, a wooden spoon.” He exclaims, pulling it from the jug and tapping it on her bottom. “Okay, miss, this is your punishment. Don’t scream or someone will come running.”He lifts the spoon and taps it on her arse, gently. She cringes then relaxes as she feels the gentle tap on her bum, just as she relaxes he pulls the spoon back and lets it go with much more force, making her yelp with surprise and blossoming pain.

“I thought I said be quiet.” He spanks her again and she bites her lip, the pain shooting through her body, up through her aching arms and down to her toes via her electrified and dripping cunt. “I think you want someone to come in and catch us. You want someone to see you tied up like this. Oh yeah, you want them to see you, don’t you, naughty girl.”Another slap of the spoon is followed rapidly by yet another.“Answer me,” he demands.

“Yes, Sir,” she groans. She would like it, someone watching her arse get redder and redder with each swing of the spoon.

“Oh fuck, Carrie. You’re so sexy.” The wooden spoon clatters to the tiled floor and Jamie’s cock eases its way between her pink and sensitive buttocks. It slips down over her arsehole, making her shiver with…what. Fear or excitement, maybe both.“Not today, not right now. I need to feel your wet cunt squeezing me.”He gasps as his cock slips and slides into her tight cunt.

“But I am going to fuck your arse, oh yes. I’m going to fuck all your holes and your tits, I’m going to fuck you in every way I can, Carrie. There won’t be a space on your body that hasn’t been covered with my come.” He powers into her pussy, the stainless steel rack shivering and clinking as it moves with the force of his fucking.