The small upturn of his mouth told me he was amused at my deduction, and I wanted to slap him again. There was nothing funny about this situation and I couldn’t control my need to rant. “You like to beat and torture women!”
“And you came to this conclusion over how many times I’ve beaten you since we’ve met?”
Was he mocking me? I stood up and glared down at him with all the rage building in my heart. “Don’t you dare pretend you’re not a monster!” I was screaming again. This man had hurt me emotionally in ways I would never recover from.
“Sit down, Emily.” His answering stern look, reminded me just who I was in the room with. Like an obedient dog, I sat. “At what point have I ever lifted a hand to you?”
He hadn’t. Not once in the time I’d known him had he physically struck me. That didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about it, though. “Don’t try and confuse me. Tell me to my face you aren’t a sadist!” How dare he attempt to rationalize his perversion!
“I’m not a sadist.” That damn smirk again. It frustrated me how sexy he could look sitting there lying to me. What kind of person was I that it turned me on even when I wanted to kick him in the balls at the same time?
“You’re a liar!” He wouldn’t even be honest with me now that I knew the truth. It did something to my heart knowing he could be so deceptive. My eyes filled with tears and I hated him for the emotion.
“I’ve told you my patience has limits. Don’t push me, little one.” Our gazes met and the intensity written in those orbs was more than I could take, I looked at my hands. “I’m not a sadist, Emily, I’m a Dominant.”
“You’re just trying to confuse me.” I hadn’t heard that word before, but I knew what I’d seen on the internet. A few tears slid free, and I wiped at them angrily. I’d never felt more hurt then I did sitting with him knowing he could never be mine.
“Emily.” His voice filled with pity, and I wanted to climb into his lap and forget that I knew all the horrible things he’d do to me if I stayed. Sliding close to me, he pulled me right where I wanted to be.
Every muscle in my body tensed. “Don’t, Jack. I don’t want you to hurt me.” More than he already had by being the way he was. The thought of him doing all those vile things in those pictures to me, completely conflicted with the man holding me in his lap.
I couldn’t take this. The tears flowed unrestrained down my cheeks, and I was lost. I wanted him to take it all away, be something other than what he was, because knowing the truth was something I wasn’t sure my heart could ever recover from.
He pressed his hand to my head holding it against his chest and caressed my hair gently. The action was so tender that I relaxed in his hold, wishing beyond all things that this was the real Jack. “I don’t know what you’ve seen, or what you think, but I would never hurt you more than you could take.”
His words confused me even more. “I don’t like pain, Jack.” I spoke through the tears, wondering if somehow I’d given him the impression I was like him. It was just like me to turn his faults around and place them on myself.
“I seem to recall that from last night.” He gave a self-derisive chuckle and I blushed hotly.
“Then you know I’m not okay with this.” I lifted my head from his hard chest and met his eyes.
“If it were my intention to hurt you, I wouldn’t think you would be okay.” He wiped the tears from my cheeks and gave me that smile that made my insides curl. “Outside of stretching that beautiful pussy to its limit, have I ever hurt you?”
I flushed at his blatant words. “No. But…” After what I’d seen he obviously wanted to do things that would cause me pain.
“There is no but. Yes, I want to tell you what to do, open your body to new experiences, and own everything you are. There’s a difference between that and getting off on inflicting pain for no other reason than pain’s sake.” He smiled at me again. “So, no, I’m not a sadist.”
“Then you don’t want to put a rubber ball thing in my mouth and stick needles and stuff in my body?” That’s what those pictures had shown, some of the people had even been bleeding.
Jack tossed back his head and chuckled deeply and I could only stare at him in disbelief. “No, baby. Although warming up that gorgeous little ass of yours for defying me, does have a certain appeal. And as for sticking things in you? I do enjoy playing with vibrators and other toys, but their uses would be for pleasure, not pain.”
The thought of him using that tiny little massage thing on me again made my thighs clench together, and not in a bad way. What other toys were there? My breath caught as I considered the things he might use on me.
“I can see that idea is something you’d enjoy.” Jack grinned and I knew he was reading my body signs. But how could I have been so wrong?
“You said something about clamps, though?” The extreme pictures I’d seen online with those was obviously something only a person who enjoyed inflicting pain would use.
The smile left his face, and he lifted a hand to run his fingers through his thick hair, seeming frustrated. “This is why I need your trust. Walk upstairs with me.” He lifted me off his lap, leaving me standing, and held out his hand.
Again, he wasn’t asking me to do something. He just expected me to follow. The thoughts I had of him tying me down to some table while he tortured me were fleeing at his explanations, but I was still leery. Yet he was Jack, and I hesitantly put my hand in his. He squeezed it softly, before leading me upstairs to his room.
“Take your shirt off, and your bra.” He gave that soft command, not waiting for my compliance, but instead walking over to his closet, he opened the door.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about doing that, outside of the fact that we still had things to discuss, I was embarrassed by my nudity. With a sigh of frustration, I turned my back and lifted the tank top over my head. Why am I doing this?
“The bra, too.” Tensing at him being so close I could feel his breath on my neck, I reached behind my body to unclasp it. Feeling like a brazen whore, I allowed it to fall to the floor with my shirt.
His chest pressed against my back, and he cupped my full breasts in his hands. The air whooshed out of my lungs at the sensation, and my head fell back against him.
“You have the most beautiful tits.” His fingers pinched my nipples and the sensation moved straight to my core. Closing my eyes, I moaned softly. “That’s how I knew you’d enjoy the clamps.” He put more pressure on my nipples with his fingers, and tugged lightly.
“Jack.” My breath escaped on a plea as the pleasure almost made my knees buckle.
His fingers released me and I heard the jangle of metal clanking together. Opening my eyes, I watched in fascinated fear as he attached two rubber covered objects onto my nipples. “Oh, God!” There was nothing painful in what he did. Strong pressure, yes, but pain, not a lick!
“Beautiful.” A small silver chain connected what I now knew were clamps, and he tugged down lightly on it. The feeling made my core flood and I knew I could find relief easily if he’d just tug a few more times. “To answer your question, yes, I wanted to clamp those perfect nipples.”
He turned me in his arms and lowered his mouth to mine. The sensation of my breasts being pinched and meeting the hard rock solidness of his chest was incredible. I kissed him without reserve, showing him how much I enjoyed this.
He broke our kiss first, and pulled back to look at my expression with one on his face that spoke loudly of how pleased he was with his actions. “I know it’s horribly painful, but you don’t seem to be completely against it.” His smile widened and I knew he was mocking me.
I might have been upset over that fact, but he tugged lightly on the chain again, and I almost dropped to my knees. Only his hands reaching under my arms to steady me stopped it from happening. “Do you still want to run, little one?”
Into his arms, or better yet his bed, maybe. “No.” I lowered my head, embarrassed at the way I had treated him and knew I’d been d
ead wrong.
“Good girl. You and I need to talk then.” With slow movements, he removed each clamp and I gasped at the feeling. My nipples tingled in a strange way, but he rubbed his hands over them, making me ache for a different reason. “Sit down.” His eyes motioned to the bed and I felt bereft at the loss of his hands on me.
I sat, not sure how to apologize for slapping him, or all the hateful curse words I’d thrown in his face. I couldn’t look at him as he joined me, sitting on the edge of the bed. I was that ashamed.
“Look at me, baby.” It took that demand to force my gaze to his, and I was sure mine was filled with remorse. “I’m not a sadist, but I will punish you.” When I tensed, he shook his head. “Stop.” He obviously knew I was thinking the worst again, and he seemed disappointed.
“Trusting me is the only way we can ever be together. When I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it. Don’t think about what I’m asking. You overthinking will accomplish nothing except stop me from pleasing your body in the myriad of ways I can.”
I nodded, once again feeling guilty for thinking he wanted to physically damage me in some way.
“Words, baby. We’ve talked about that. And I will punish you for not listening from now on.”
“How?” The gentleness had slipped from his voice at the promise of punishment, and in its place was the man who gave orders to his staff. I wasn’t sure I liked it when he was in that mode.
“Any way I see fit.” He shrugged. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to stick needles in your skin,” he seemed to find that outrageous from his expression, “or damage your body in ways that would leave you unable to walk the next day. I happen to love your body, and I’d much rather worship it, then cause you pain. That being said, I have no problem leaving that sexy ass red if you disappoint me. Understand?”
“I think so.” I’d never been spanked and couldn’t imagine his large hand falling on my backside would feel very good.
“I also expect you to please me. Again, however I see fit. Which means I will fuck that naughty little mouth of yours a lot, and teach you exactly what turns me on.” I knew he was referring back to the way I’d talked to him earlier when he said naughty, and I lowered my eyes again. I really did feel horrible for the things I’d said to him.
“You’re feeling guilty, aren’t you?” He moved his hand firmly under my chin, forcing my gaze to his.
Nodding, I tried to pull it from his grasp. I didn’t like the idea of disappointing him, and I was pretty sure today I’d done a lot of that.
“I can fix that. Not to mention, you need to understand that when I discipline you it’s not only for my benefit, but your own.”
He’d completely lost me with his explanation and I stared at him in confusion. His answer was a soft chuckle. “First, let me say I’m not angry, Emily. Disappointed that you didn’t come to me before making your own conclusions yes, but not angry.”
His eyes stared into mine intently, and I guess he was waiting for me to say something but I wasn’t sure what. “I’m glad you’re not angry?”
Shaking his head with a grin, he rolled his eyes. I don’t think I’d ever seen him do that before. “You’ll learn. Take off the rest of your clothes.”
Was this his way of punishing me? Nudity wasn’t something I felt comfortable with, but if it took away the guilt I felt, I’d do it happily. I didn’t hesitate in pulling my tennis shoes and socks off, or even standing to remove my sweat pants and panties. I was embarrassed as sin, but after everything that happened, I wasn’t about to deny him. Standing there trembling, I hoped my easy compliance showed him that I was willing to do whatever it took to please him.
“One day you’ll be so comfortable in your skin it will be second nature for you to undress for me.” His eyes roamed over my body, and I was sure that day would never come. He took my hands, making me stand directly in front of him.
“I’m going to spank you, Emily. One, because you slapped my face, which is totally unacceptable. Two, you cursed me instead of sitting down and having a rational conversation. Three and four, because you didn’t trust me, which is the most important part of our relationship, and you nodded instead of answering me with words like I’ve asked. Do you understand?”
I nodded, then remembered the last reason he said he was spanking me. Holy crap, Jack was going to spank me! “I understand.” I spoke quickly, not wanting to add a five to that number.
“Good girl. Now over my knees.”
He said those words so calmly, like it didn’t make my heart race in my chest, or my knees weak. How did I put myself over his knees? I didn’t exactly have experience in this area.
“Now, Emily.” His tone was stern and I decided I’d just do the best I could. Awkwardly, I rested face first over his lap, hoping this was the way things were done.
He adjusted my position, making me feel the rough material of his pants across my abdomen. My head and arms hung toward the floor, and I had no idea what to do with them, so I clasped them together. My feet touched the floor, and I could only imagine that my backside was positioned perfectly in the center of his legs.
For a long moment, I just laid there. The cool breeze rushed over my heated flesh, the subtle intake of his breath and the calm easy pattern. It took everything I had not to squirm nervously knowing he was staring down on me, exposed this way. My heart slammed against my chest. Then when I thought he’d relented, his hand fell like steel against my butt. My first reaction was to reach back and cover it with my hands. Holy crap that stung!
“Keep those hands down or I’ll make this last longer.”
My body reacted to the power in his voice before I understood I was exposing myself for his hand again. I longed to reach back to block myself when the next slap was delivered. “Jack!” I cried out at the discomfort, glad I’d never experienced this as a child.
“Not a word, Emily.” His hand fell down again and again, until I was writhing in his lap. It felt like my butt was on fire as he rained down those smacks without reserve. I wasn’t sure how much more of his discipline I could take. Then, mercifully, it ended.
Instead of punishing, those hands began caressing. It took me several minutes to decide if that sensation was any better than the other, because that flesh was tender now. Then I felt my legs being pushed apart slightly, and those glorious fingers of his worked over my sex.
My core was seeping! How was that even possible? There was no way my body could have enjoyed the pain he inflicted on me. What other excuse was there, though? Two thick digits slid inside my core, and my body accepted them way too easily.
“I think it’s safe to say you like this.” Jack chuckled and rode me with his fingers, leaving me no words to respond with.
My mind was overwhelmed with pleasure, making it easy to forget that he just wore my butt out with that same hand. Instead of jumping off his lap, calling him a jerk for hurting me, I was pushing against those fingers, enjoying the easy rhythm that had me right on the edge of ecstasy.
My body tensed and he rode me faster, giving me no choice but to come undone. I cried out softly as my inner folds clenched and released. I didn’t understand how he made me feel things so deeply, but there was no denying he did. There was no half way with Jack.
When my orgasm tapered off, I felt him lifting me from his lap and groaned. I didn’t want to move. It felt so incredible lying in his lap that I’d decided to remain there for the rest of my life.
He helped me stand and brought those same fingers he’d pleasured me with to my mouth. “Open.” My mind couldn’t process an argument, and I did as he asked. The taste of my juices was strangely enjoyable. “You taste like heaven, little one.”
He pulled his fingers from my mouth and patted the bed. “Lay across it, just like you did when my fingers fucked your ass.”
I hoped he wasn’t doing that again, but I was so exhausted from the experience I’d had, that I complied. I couldn’t recall ever being so tired before. Even after running,
I didn’t feel this languid. Closing my eyes, I rested, deciding whatever he did, I’d just accept because I wasn’t moving.
He was gone for some time and I didn’t realize he was back until I felt something cold being rubbed into my butt cheeks. Whatever it was, it felt incredible against the heat, and I moaned in appreciation. “When we’re done here, I’ll get you some pain relievers.”
“Okay.” The words were whisper soft, because I didn’t have the strength to make them stronger. Whatever he’d used on me, numbed my backside, and I was fine just laying here not moving.
“I should let you rest, but that beautiful ass staring at me has me hard as a rock.” His words woke me up a little, but not near as much as his fingers stroking my sex again. “Don’t worry. I’ll do all the work this time.”
He brought my body back to life with his fingers, and I tried to rationalize through my mental fog what he was saying. “I’ll take this slow, little one.” What he was taking slow I didn’t know, nor care. His long digits stroking the inner walls of my core was all I wanted to think about. It felt incredible!
When they slid free I wanted to demand he return them, but I felt his shaft, probing where his fingers had been. I gasped as he pushed forward inside of me, marveling at how the pleasure of having him stretch me wide felt.
I bit my lip and grasped the duvet as he continued pushing forward so deeply that I swore I felt him against my womb. “Okay?”
Okay? It felt like heaven! “Yes.” My breathless whisper was all I could manage since he filled me so completely I almost came undone again.
“You like this, baby?” He carefully inched out of me to the head, then slowly pressed back inside.
“Yes!” God it felt awesome.
“Tell me then. You like my cock filling your beautiful pussy to the brim?” His dirty words made my core clench, and I understood a part of me loved it when he spoke that way.”
“Yes!” I felt like a broken record as I repeated the same word, but there were no words for how good he felt inside me.
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