by Amy DeMeritt
Janae gives me a beautiful loving smile and leans forward to kiss my lips.
“Ok, honey. I’ll take a look at the books tomorrow.”
“Here you go.” Our waitress sets our mojitos down in front of us, and Janae and I both say, “Thank you,” at the same time. “You’re welcome. Your appetizer should be out soon. Are you ready to order?”
Janae places the order for both of our meals, then the waitress hops away with another cheery smile and promise that the appetizer will be out soon.
“So, how are your parents?”
She holds up a finger as she takes a few sips of her drink, and then says, “Ok. I talked to my mom this morning. Her arthritis has been flaring up, so my dad has been helping with the cooking.” She laughs and raises her eyebrows before continuing. “You know my dad can only cook like three things. She’s getting sick of fried catfish.”
“Wow, his catfish is delicious. What is he doing, cooking it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”
“Basically. He made a huge pot of gumbo the other day, and he seriously served her gumbo over rice for breakfast. She said she wanted to throw the bowl at him.”
I laugh hard and Janae takes my hand to trace my fingers. “I can have my food service prepare them some meals and deliver them. Or we can go for a visit and bring them ourselves.”
“They would like that and it would be nice to see them. I think it’s been close to a month since my last visit with them. I don’t have anything going on this weekend. Can we go tomorrow?”
“I have a phone conference for work in the morning, but we can go afterwards.”
“Ok, I’ll let her know when we leave here. I’ll have to make a cake tonight that we can bring with us. I need to stop on the way home to get peaches and whipping cream.”
“Yum, peaches and cream.”
“Behave. Damn, this mojito is really good.”
The waitress suddenly appears with our appetizer and two small plates, so Janae slides her hands back, releasing mine, to give the waitress room to put the plates down.
“Do you need anything else? Would you like another mojito?”
“Yes, just one for me. She’ll take a mug of the blonde ale on draft with an orange twist.”
“Ok, coming up.”
“I love when you order for me. It’s sexy.”
Janae laughs and playfully flicks the tip of my nose downward. “You’re adorable. Eat your tacos.”
Chapter Sixteen
I had offered Janae to spend the night with me so she didn’t have to worry about coming over in the morning, but she said she needed to be able to bake the cake and pack for the trip.
We called her mom after we left the restaurant, and when she said we’re coming with a food delivery, she insisted we stay for the weekend. So, I also have to pack.
Janae’s parents live just under three hours away, without traffic. If there’s traffic, which there typically is, it takes closer to four hours to get there. We typically do stay at least over night when we go visit, but it’s been a few months since we’ve stayed for the whole weekend. I’m really looking forward to it. I love Janae and her parents.
I walk into the living room and find Carrie on her back on her yoga mat with one leg flat on the floor, and one laying flat against her body with her foot above her head. She looks like she’s doing a split on her back.
She smiles up at me, but she doesn’t move. I swallow hard and lick my lips as I kneel down and lay over top of her with my hand on her calf, pushing her leg in tighter against her torso. Her eyes close and pinch with a sharp intake of air in a sign of arousal and slight pain from stretching her leg more.
“What are you doing?” The question is breathless, and she doesn’t open her eyes.
“You looked like you needed help.”
“Well, I didn’t, and you know that.”
“Ok, I’m lying. I just wanted to be in this position with you.”
Her mouth curls into a smile as she slowly opens her eyes. “Is this your way of telling me you’ve decided we can fool around?”
“It means, I’ve decided we can talk about it more.”
She groans as she rolls her eyes and pushes on my shoulder. “Fine. Get up.”
“But don’t you need to stretch the other leg?”
Carrie smiles as she grabs the back of my head and pulls me down into a kiss. I rub my hand up and down the full length of her leg that’s pressed against her torso, firmly palming over her taut muscles from her ass to her ankle. She releases a small sound, and her groin rises against me. I push her leg down to be propped and bent at the knee while I grab the other leg, guiding her to lift it into her stretching position. I press my body against the back of her thigh, pushing her leg against her torso, and she releases another sound into my mouth.
After a minute or so, I push her leg down, and she wraps both of them around my back. Her groin rises against mine again, and she breaks apart from the kiss with a quiet shuddering moan.
“I’m leaving tomorrow for a couple of days.”
“What?” Her eyes snap open with a look of frustration and disappointment.
“I’m taking Janae to see her parents. Her mom’s arthritis is flaring up. We’re going to bring some meals up there and help get some cleaning and stuff done around the house.”
“Oh, that’s nice of you. Am I allowed to stay here while you’re gone, or should I find somewhere to stay?”
“This is your home. I’m not going to kick you out. I don’t mind if you have some friends over, but please don’t trash the place.”
“I doubt I’ll have anyone over, but ok. So, what do we still need to talk about?”
“Come on, I want to show you something.”
Carrie releases her vice grip with her legs and I pull her up from the floor. With her hand in mine, I lead her to my master suite and unlock my sex den. Before I open the door, I turn to face her. She looks very nervous but also excited.
“I want you to fully understand what I’m about before we advance things. I’m into some very kinky shit.”
She bites her bottom lip with a small curious smile, and her brow pinches for a moment. “Ok, like what?”
I open the door, hit the light switch, and lead her inside. She tightens her grip on my hand as she releases a loud gasp and then a scoffing laugh. She releases my hand and walks around in a small circle, looking at everything with wide eyes and a smile.
“Oh, my god, I can’t believe you have a real sex cave.”
“I prefer to call it a den, but yeah.”
“So, what exactly do you do in here? Like show me, without fucking me.”
I pick her up and set her up on a long, wide black velvet cushioned table that is at the perfect height for me to stand in front of and fuck her from the front or behind. I lift her arms to touch a set of leather cuffs above her head while I thrust once against her. Her cheeks blush with arousal and her chest expands as she takes a deep breath. I have her lay back with her arms above her head on the table, and then lift her legs to a pair of cuffs in the air. I put her in several more positions just on the table or bent over at the hips with her feet on the floor.
“Is that it?”
I laugh hard and shake my head. “Not even close. Those are just some of the positions I’d use on this table. There are countless positions I can get you into in this room.”
“What would you do to me?”
I open a large ebony cabinet, and she releases another gasp. I have a large assortment of whips, floggers, paddles, taser rods, additional cuffs and chains, and shelves loaded with boxes of various types of dildos in all different sizes, colors, and textures. Most of them are for the vagina, but I have a lot of stuff for anal sex as well. I have bulk size packages of nipple and clit clamps, anal plugs, marble eggs for the vagina, and a bunch of other miscellaneous fun toys and accessories.
“You have like an entire sex store in your house.”
“Does any of this frighten you?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not for me.”
“But…”
“Carrie, I’m a dominant. I won’t submit to being chained up or bent over at the hips, nor will anyone ever fuck me with a dildo.”
“How am I allowed to touch you then?”
“Your hands and your mouth. You can suck a strap-on, but that’s as far as I’ll go with toy play on me. Everything else that happens in this room is about making you feel better than you’ve ever felt.”
“That doesn’t seem fair to you though.”
I shake my head as I grab her hips, pulling her in close. “Carrie, I get an enormous amount of satisfaction out of making a woman feel good. Trust me, I get what I want and need.”
“Ok. I can handle this. So, now what? Are we good?”
“Not quite. This is more of something you have to decide, but either way you answer will not prevent us from being together. Do you still want to live here, knowing you will continue to see me coming and going with other women?”
“Jack, I know the deal by now. We’ve been living together for over a month. You don’t date – you just fuck. And you can fuck multiple women in one day or at once. I’m not asking you to change your rules for me.”
“Technically, you are because I’m not supposed to be fooling around with a tenant or roommate, or whatever you want to call yourself.”
“I prefer to think of myself as your friend, you big jerk.”
I laugh as she slaps my ass hard. “Ok. If you decide to continue living here, and we start fucking, you have to stop paying rent.”
“Why?”
“Because, it will just be weird for me.”
She releases a small laugh and kisses my lips. “Ok. I don’t want you to feel like a prostitute. So, uh, if you use something on me, like inside me, then…”
I smile as I pull her over to another cabinet. I open the doors, and her eyes get really huge. The shelves are lined with black boxes with names written on the front with a silver metallic marker. Each box is twelve-inches-wide by twelve-inches-tall and two-feet-long, and they contain the toys used on the woman the box was made for. Jasmine is the only woman with a box twice that size because we’ve been messing around for so long and she loves bringing new toys she wants me to use on her.
“If we do this, you’ll get your own toybox.”
“You are currently sleeping with that many women? There has to be twenty boxes in here.”
“Yes. Well, except Jill. I need to ask her what she wants me to do with hers.”
I pull my phone out to send Jill a text, but Carrie rips it out of my hand and puts it in my back pocket.
“Focus, Jack.”
“Excuse me? You are in my den, woman. You don’t get to attempt to overrule me in here.”
“I will do whatever I want.”
I raise my eyebrows and lick my lips as I study her face. She places her hands on her hips and squares off with me, as if to challenge my authority. My arousal flares hot through my entire body.
“Are you ready for lesson one?”
“What is…?”
“No questions. Yes or no – that is all I want to hear from you.”
She swallows hard as she leans into me, pressing her breasts against mine. She looks in my eyes, like she’s trying to read my mind.
She licks her lips, and quietly says, “Yes.”
I close the toybox cabinet and take her hand, leading her to the stage, which is a raised round platform about five inches off of the floor with brackets for securing chains, and there are multiple chains hanging above it from the ceiling.
“You need to be naked for this.”
“Are you…?”
“No questions. Yes or no.”
Carrie narrows her eyes at me for a moment, but then pulls her sports bra off. I smile and sit on my black velvet clam chair to watch her strip. Her cheeks blush, but she’s smiling like she couldn’t be happier. She slowly pushes her leggings and thong off, with her side to me. My mouth waters, and my clit starts pounding between my thighs. She is so fucking sexy. She works out at least twice a day, so her body is perfectly toned with delicious curves to her thighs, hips, and ass. Her B-cup sized breasts are round and perky with rose colored hard nipples. Her skin is smooth and tan, without any noticeable scars.
“Step up onto the stage and stand in the center.”
She obeys and I stand up. I grab two short chains with leather cuffs and secure them to the floor of the platform. I grab one ankle and tug out, having her widen her stance, and I secure her ankle with a cuff. After I cuff her second ankle, her legs are spread almost double shoulder width.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes.”
After I secure her hands above her head, I grab a free standing full-length body mirror and place it in front of her and adjust the angle so she can see herself. She visibly swallows and nervously bites her bottom lip with a smile. I go to my inventory cabinet and grab a white marble egg that is about the size of an egg you’d eat for breakfast, and I also grab a long thin soft snow-white feather.
“I’m going to insert this inside you. You’ll need to contract your muscles to keep it inside. With your legs spread like this, you’ll have to constantly keep your muscles engaged, or it will fall out. Is this ok with you?”
“Yes.”
I engage her in a kiss, and her chains clink and shake, as if she forgot she’s chained up and tried to wrap her arms around me. While we kiss, I cup her center with the egg in my palm. She releases a sharp moan as her body bucks forward from the contact. She’s already soaking wet with arousal. I push the egg inside of her, and she releases another gasping moan as she shutters, causing her chains to shake again.
“Do you have a hold of it?”
“Yes.”
I pull my hand out from between her thighs, and I walk to stand behind her.
“Keep your eyes open the entire times. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. Do you understand?”
Breathily, she answers, “Yes.”
Using the tip of the feather as my hand, I spend several minutes tracing every inch of her from head to toe, front and back while she watches me in the mirror. Her breathing is becoming shallow, and I can tell she’s struggling to keep the egg inside of herself. While standing behind her, I watch her face as I slowly trace the feather down the center of her torso, and between her thighs.
Carrie releases a sharp gasping moan and trembles as the tip of the feather slowly traces her outer lips and over her clit. Her thigh muscles clench, and she hunches forward slightly, but she’s restricted by the chains holding her hands stretched high. I continue to trace her center with the feather, and her breathing and moans escalate in frequency, length, and pitch. Her chains are clinking with her body’s movement, and she’s struggling to keep her eyes open to continue watching what I’m doing to her.
She tries to press her thighs together, but her ankles jerk hard in their restraints, causing her to release a desperate sounding whimper. Her thighs and abs clench as she strains to keep the egg inside. As I begin to concentrate on her clit, rapidly flicking it with the feather tip, she screams and her head falls backwards.
Her body starts to tremble and thrash around in her restraints. I can see the egg slipping out of her, and she tries to pull her thighs in again. She releases a frustrated whimper as her attempt to move is restricted. Her thighs shake, she screams and moans, and her body bucks forward as she climaxes. The egg drops, hitting the platform with a loud thump, which makes her laugh between panting moans.
“Oh, my god, that was amazing. I’ve never felt like that.”
I smile as I lean in to kiss the side of her neck and wrap my arms around her waist. “You were magnificent.”
“I can’t believe you made me lay an egg.”
I laugh hard and bite the side of her neck. “It wa
s sexy as fuck. Did you enjoy watching yourself?”
“Yes. I really liked this.”
“Good. We are going to have so much fun together.”
I scrape my teeth down the side of her neck and palm my hands up her torso over her breasts. I gently squeeze both modest sized globes, then firmly pinch her nipples.
“Are you ready for lesson two?”
Breathlessly, she says, “Yes. What was I supposed to learn in lesson one?”
“That my desire is to show you pleasure like you’ve never experienced, so you need to submit to me completely and not try to control me. Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes. What am I going to learn in lesson two?”
I smile and trail my lips down the side of her neck while I palm up her stomach and over her breasts. “I’m going to show you how fucking sexy you are.”
She releases a quiet moan and blushes bright red. I kiss the side of her neck and I glide my hands up her arms and unbuckle her cuffs from her wrists. She drops her arms with a long sigh of relief and shakes her arms out. I grab a soft cushioned pad for her knees and two more short chains with cuffs, and then guide her down to her hands and knees. I cuff her wrists to the floor, and she releases a small laugh as she looks at herself in the mirror.
“My boobs are hanging like water balloons.”
“Wait till they start swinging.”
She laughs hard and falls to her forearms, trying to hide her face. “That is not going to be sexy, Jack.”
“Oh, it’s going to be beyond sexy and you’re going to get very wet by watching yourself.”
I grab an electrical stimulus rod and kneel down in front of her. “Give me your hand.” She lifts a hand, and I place the small pad on the center of her palm. “Tell when it’s too much.”
“When what is…? Oh, shit.” She laughs a little and bites her bottom lip. “Ok, right there.”
“If I touch a part of your body, and this is too strong, just say, lower. If you want more, say, higher. Ok?”
“Yes.”
“Is the angle of the mirror good?”
“Yes.”
I straddle her beautiful ass, standing above her, and I watch her in the mirror as I slowly touch the rod to the top of her ass. She bucks forward as she releases a surprised sound of pleasure, and then laughs at herself. I pat her ass with the rod, and she jerks again. Using the same tracing technique that I used with the feather, I trace her body, sending her bucking forwards and backwards, as if I’m fucking her from behind.
