A savvy shopkeeper sees the erotic possibilities in her wares — and reaps a red-hot reward.

I want that for us,” I whispered in Jackson’s ear.

“What? That iron thing?”

“Yeah. I want that for us.”

“It’s been painted!” He leaned his arm against the small of my back, and the sensation went right to my pussy. A warm molten heat rose deep inside me. “It’s in awful condition.”

“Not for the shop,” I said. “For us.”

The look on his face told me he didn’t quite follow, but my man hardly ever questioned me. He liked me happy and knew if I wanted something there was a damn good reason.

“I’ll make him an offer for the lot,” he said softly. “We’ll get what we want to sell, keep that atrocity you’re interested in for some reason, and ditch the rest.”

“Deal. Think he’ll take it?”

“It’s more than fair. If he says no, I’ll say never mind — then he’ll come around.”

I sighed. The thought of not getting the wrought-iron headboard made me sad, but I knew he was doing the right thing.

“You think that’ll work?”

“It will. He just wants to unload this stuff so he can sell his dad’s house and be done with it.”

Most people clearing out a home in an estate sale offer us bulk lots of items for our antique store. Some of it good, some of it bad, some of it mediocre, and a lot of it laughable. But Jackson and I take pride in the fact that our wares are fun and eclectic. We offer everything from classic Pyrex dishes to relics crafted by unheard of local artists.

Jackson’s hand traced swirls and whirls at the small of my back, and I had to bite my tongue. No matter how many times he touched me that way, I got horny. It was like flipping a switch, and the beautiful part is he really didn’t know. He touched me instinctively, and I reacted viscerally. It’s why we’re good together.

The man pulled the last box out of the back of his truck and brought it over to us. There was some nice carnival glass and what looked like an old-fashioned breadbox. I hadn’t seen one of those in years.

“This is the last of it.” He scratched his head and put his cap back on. I smiled at him. Jackson was right. This guy wanted to get rid of this stuff so he could move on with his life and be done with it all.

“I’d have paid a million dollars to touch my clit. I ached with the need to come.”

“Be generous,” I mumbled to Jackson. Because I was feeling generous. Horny always made my mood better.

Jackson gave the guy a price, and he looked surprise. For just a moment, I worried we’d insulted him. But then I realized Jackson had offered him more than he’d anticipated.

“I can help you take this all in,” he offered.

“No need. Our staff will do it as we sort everything,” Jackson said. He shook the man’s hand and smiled. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

As the man drove off, our employees Alex and Mike came out, and Jackson waved a finger at the lot. “Take it all down to be inventoried, please. Except for that.” He pointed to the headboard. “Take that up to our apartment. Delilah wants it.”

I watched them exchange a confused glance and had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from laughing. They picked up the horribly painted headboard and hauled the heavy thing up the narrow steps to the apartment we had above the store. We lived above our love child — our dream shop.

“You know those two are wondering why the fuck you want that monstrosity,” Jackson said, kissing my neck and making me shiver.

“Aren’t you?” I slipped my hand beneath his tee and rubbed his belly. It was a pleasant summer day, and his skin was warm beneath my palm.

Jackson pulled me in abruptly, and I let out a little squeal. He planted a kiss on my mouth and slipped his tongue past my lips. Then he kissed a hot line down my neck to my collarbone. “Knowing you, Del, it’s a little of dirty.” He squeezed me. “Or a lot dirty.”

I smothered a laugh against his shoulder. “I’ll tell you soon enough.”

I left him with the boys to sort through the stuff the man had left. I went upstairs to clean the headboard Mike and Alex had propped against the bedroom wall. I made sure it was spick-and-span before stepping back to admire it. That’s the best part of running a store like ours. Cherry-picking items as they come in.

I lost all track of time after that. I took a shower. I made a snack. I read through our mail and also found the small price tags I was sure I’d accidentally thrown away. Jackson came up at six when the store closed and took off his clothes. “I’m filthy. That stuff from the old man’s house had half an inch of dust on it.”

Jackson let out a few hearty sneezes and then shoved his dirty, dusty clothes into the hamper. I followed him as he walked naked down the hallway. I knew he was tired so I wouldn’t even bring up playing with the headboard today.

I sat on the edge of the tub as he showered and told me all about the hidden treasures in those boxes I hadn’t seen, the most impressive being a dagger from World War II.

Jackson stuck his head out of the shower, shampoo foam creating a faux mohawk that made me laugh. “Now tell me. Why’d you want that headboard?”

“No reason.” I shrugged. He wasn’t buying it. He shook his head, flinging foam at me. I batted it away.

“No. What is it? I know it’s not because it’s pretty. Some dumbass painted it barf pink. Probably decades ago.”

“It’s ornate,” I said. I bit my lip to keep my mouth shut, but it was proving hard. I love Jackson, and I tell him everything. Keeping something from him, even because I think he’s tired and hungry, is hard.

“And…?” He ducked his head back in and rinsed.

“And we’ll use it for… something.”

“Not our bed!” he yelped with fake concern, and I found myself laughing along with him.

“Nope. Our sex.”

“I knew it was a sex thing.” He poked his head back out again.

I stood up and brought my lips to his. He deepened our kiss and wrapped a wet arm around me.

“Hey,” I said a little breathlessly. “What was that?”

“That was for you.”

“I thought you’d be hungry,” I said. My pulse now echoed between my thighs.

“I am hungry.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.

“For what?” I asked, meaning dinner.

“That pussy of yours,” he growled and cut the water. He stepped out of the tub and came at me soaking wet, his cock already hard.

I let out a shriek and ran through the apartment. I bypassed the bedroom and headed for the living room. No idea why — that’s just what my brain told me to do. It did flit through my mind to hope Mike and Alex were actually gone for the day — or they’d get an earful. The farmhouse that held our business and our home was old, creaky, not well insulated and not soundproof at all.

Jackson took me down by the sofa. He managed to snag me around the waist, hoist me up off the floor and drop me on our well-worn leather couch. He’d turned me onto my back before I could process anything but the harsh sound of his breath. My pussy was so wet beneath my jeans I could barely stand it.

Jackson peeled the pants off me in no time flat. He pressed his bare, wet body against me. His tongue slipped over mine as he kissed me before flicking down the length of my neck.

Goose bumps sprang up along my skin, and my nipples pebbled beneath my damp tee. I groaned with helpless abandon.

“Oh, is someone turned on?” Jackson asked, teasing me. He pinched my right nipple between his fingers, pressing harder and harder until I hissed from the pain which was swiftly chased by a jolt of pleasure. He repeated the action with the other nipple until I wriggled beneath him.

“Yes!” I blurted. “Yes, I’m turned on. Very turned on.”

“How turned on?” His voice dropped, and he pushed two fingers inside my cunt. He curled his fingers deep inside me and brushed my G-spot. My wetness grew even more intense. I could feel my own juices slickening the tops of my thighs.

Heat flooded my cheeks, and I whispered, “Very turned on.”

Jackson curled his fingers again, and a warm, pleasant pressure filled my pelvis. “How turned on?” he asked.

He lowered his head and licked my clit, still moving his fingers in a hypnotic rhythm. I gasped, raising my hips. Jackson only allowed that for a second before forcing me down and pinning me to the couch with his muscular forearm.

“Tell me,” he demanded. He trained his gaze on me and let his tongue hover just above my clit but not touching it.

“Very much,” I babbled. “Very, very much… ”

Jackson took pity and put his mouth back on me. Swirling, whirling, licking, dragging. He sucked and nudged and nipped, all the while thrusting his fingers deep in my cunt until the pleasure grew to an unmanageable level, and I came with a sob.

My juices drenched his hand, and he growled with excitement.

“Goddamn. When you gush like that — ”

That was as far as he got because he pushed me back and moved between my thighs. He worked his cock into me so slowly I started to beg.

“Shh,” he said. “Patience is a virtue.”

“I’m the least patient person in the world.”

“I know — and you’re the least virtuous, too.” He laughed at his own joke. “I’m going to fuck you slowly, and then if you behave I’ll fuck you quickly, and then you’re going to tell me what that monstrosity is for.”

I forced myself to behave as he inched into me, his cock stretching my pussy slowly. He forced himself into me with a series of short thrusts that rocked me every time. I came fast, holding his shoulders for dear life as my orgasm hit me like a cotton-wrapped fist.

Jackson smiled at me. “There’s my girl. That’s how I like it. You behaved.”

I nodded. Every thought and word and response I could have possibly come up with had fled my mind. I was too busy trying to catch my breath.

He flipped me onto my belly so quickly I cried out with surprise. He settled his bulk over me, pushed his cock back into my cunt with great ease, and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Now I’ll fuck you fast.”

“He pushed his cock into my cunt and stayed perfectly still, staring into my face.”

I moaned as he began to piston in and out of me, his fingers smoothing down my flanks, tickling my ass cheeks and dancing up the ladder of my spine. His lips brushed my shoulders and my nape as he stayed close, pounding me with fast, hard strokes.

“You want to come again, don’t you?”

I could only nod.

“I’ll let you touch yourself in a moment. For now, you won’t. You’ll let me get close and then we’ll come together.” He splayed a big hand across my lower back, pinning me tight to the sofa.

I nodded along with his plan, his words, the lulling cadence of his voice. He could have told me to try and take flight, and God help me, I’d have flapped my arms and given it a shot. I’d do anything for Jackson. And he’d do anything for me.

My cunt gripped him tight, and every time his cock brushed my G-spot my pleasure ratcheted up. I was reaching a pinnacle when he finally loosened his grip and said, “Touch yourself, Del. Come with me.”

The gruffness in his voice made it clear he was getting close — fast. Hearing that desperate tone of his really torqued up my excitement. I brought my hand between my thighs and stroked — hard, steady revolutions against my clit.

Jackson’s gripping fingers bit into my skin. “Now, Del, now,” he ground out.

I came just as he did, my pussy clenching tight around him. Tight enough that I felt the rush of his hot wetness mingling with mine. I pushed my head against the cushion and tried to draw a deep breath.

He dropped down next to me and dragged a single fingertip down my sweaty back. “Okay, lady, now tell me what you envisioned when you saw that ugly-ass piece of furniture.”

So I did.

The following day was a Tuesday, and on Tuesdays we closed at three. I was thrilled beyond measure that it was an early day. We had limited staff on Tuesdays, usually just me and Jackson and one other employee, but sometimes we only had me and Jackson. This was one of those days.

We had lunch brought in from the Greek place up the road and ate together at the front counter. We had exactly three customers between noon and two o’clock. I found myself fidgeting on my high-backed stool. My pussy thumped in time with my heart just thinking about what I’d told him earlier.

Jackson put his hand on my knee and squeezed. The clock ticked loudly, and I gave a sigh that made me sound like I was deflating.

“You okay?”

“Frustrated.”

“Because you want that good-good sex?”

I snorted with laughter. “Yes, I do.”

He stood and pulled me to my feet. “Put the ‘Closed’ sign up. We’re shutting down early. I’ve decided.”

“He licked my neck and then bit me. I felt my cunt clench, desperate to be filled.”

My heart leapt, and my body contracted with anticipation. I ran to the door and flipped the sign.

He grabbed my arm and hauled me along behind him, his fingers biting into my bicep as I hustled to keep up with his long-legged stride.

“Inside with you,” he said roughly. He gave me a shove through the doorway of our apartment, and I nearly stumbled. My heart pounded hard and fast, and inside my panties I’d created a slick of moisture.

Once we were inside, he leveled a finger at me. “Take your clothes off. Don’t even think about arguing.”

As if I would.

I hurriedly pulled off my clothes, and before I could do anything else, Jackson lifted me up and carted me to the bedroom like a sack of laundry. He set me down so I was standing before the ugly headboard — which was still propped against the wall — and fetched to take two belts from the closet. We’d played with them before, but that didn’t break the spell of the moment. Long ago, he’d punched extra holes in the leather with an awl, making them perfect bedroom accessories. He leaned me forward slightly and bound my wrists to the weighty headboard using each strip of leather.

“Legs wide, ass out. Do it,” he barked.

I whimpered, but the tail end of it became a sigh. I did as instructed, and he came in close behind me, running his rough palm over my ass cheek. He breathed against the back of my neck and snarled, “You make me buy this piece of junk and think I’ll forgive that? You’ve been a bad girl, Del. You’re going to pay for saddling us with this hunk of garbage.” His hand came down fast and hard — several strikes in quick succession with no pause in between.

Every biting sting rocked me. Every blow made my heart pound. “Ow, ow — ” I said reflexively as my body tried to bow away from him. I couldn’t, though, since I was tethered to the oversized antique headboard, which was so heavy no amount of flailing and squirming on my part would’ve made it move an inch.

“Don’t tell me no,” he breathed in my ear. He grabbed my hips and straightened my stance, then proceeded to spank the merry hell out of the other ass cheek. I flinched and danced, but I never muttered the word “halt” so he just kept at me.

When he pulled his hand away, I breathed a sigh of relief. I arched my back, my pulse pounding so heavy in my ass cheeks I swore I could hear it.

He shoved two fingers inside me, and they made wet noises as they slid in and out of me. “Someone’s a pain slut. Someone liked that. Was it you, bad girl?”

I nodded, making soft noises of agreement.

“Say it,” he barked.

“Yes. I liked that. I’m a pain slut. I’m a bad girl.”

He undid the belts and pointed down. “On your knees.”

I dropped like a stone, and he refastened my bonds, attaching my arms to the metal once more. He stripped out of his pants before pulling his cock out and fisting it a few times. The tip was glistening with pre-come, and he traced his dickhead across my lower lip. I darted out my tongue, craving a taste of his saltiness. I sucked him into my mouth when he pushed against my lips. I sighed, and he shoved his dick in farther. Jackson held my head and thrust into my mouth, taking it as he wanted. I breathed deeply through my nose and sucked and licked as he drove past my lips.

I’d have paid a million dollars to touch my clit. I ached with the need to come, and my ass was hot and tender. Every pound of my heart was palpable in my bottom.

“Please, please, please… ” I mumbled around his cock.

Jackson growled like an animal.

Pulling free of my mouth, he unbuckled my restraints again. This time he spread me out on the floor and tethered my wrists together at the bottom rail of the headboard. Then he settled his big body on top of mine and spread my legs wide. He played his cock along my clit, and I mewled. He dipped the tip inside me, and I wriggled. He pushed his cockhead into my cunt and stayed perfectly still, staring down into my face.

I tried to be calm. I tried to be patient. Finally, I writhed beneath him and said, “Please!”

He licked my neck and then bit me hard. I felt my cunt clench, desperate to be filled. He licked my collarbone and then bit it. I cried out, begging mindlessly.

Jackson caved. He was never good at resisting me. He thrust into me hard and shoved his big hands beneath my ass. The feel of his fingertips pressing my tender flesh made me tear up. He pinched my abused skin and chuckled darkly, making me whimper.

“Come with me, my little slut. Come with me.”

I was nodding dumbly. Nodding with every thrust. Nodding every time his cock hit the most perfect place inside me. The pressure built and built and built until I was nearly weeping. He stared down into my face and pinched my ass one more time.

I cried out and came, my pussy gripping him tight with every spasm.

“Fuck,” he growled against my shoulder and then he climaxed, too. I felt a warm rush as he emptied into me. And then he released me from my bondage.

“So was it worth this horrible thing being in our home?” I asked, and he smiled widely. “What if I paint it black?” I murmured, laughing. “Or silver.”

He winked. “Maybe. But only until you discover the next thing you need. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Check out the Full Gallery