by Jolie Day
Derek frowned. Things had definitely gotten out of hand with Jessie. Even now, as he spun around in his office chair he felt the pull to look at his phone, to text or call her. He woke up wondering how she was feeling, and was more than a little concerned about her well being. She had been home sick for a week now, and despite all of his efforts to get her to go to the doctor she had refused. The problem was much bigger than Jessie’s health. The bigger problem was himself. Their late night chats and text sessions had taken a toll on him and he found himself itching to talk to her, to hear from her all of the time. At some point he had lost control and it was as unnatural to him as breathing under water. He needed to show her how he ran the situation and quickly before he lost too much more of himself to her. He quickly dialed her number.
“Hey you, how’s it going?” she answered, certainly sounding better.
“You sound better,” he carefully said the words he needed a response to.
“I am, I’ll be there tomorrow.”
He heard some noise on the other end. “You ok over there?”
“Yes, just turning on the water for a shower. I am just standing here now, but I knocked something off the counter.” Something about knowing she was naked and her giggling made heat rush through him.
“You could come over tonight, I could show you what I had in mind with the mask. Truth be told, I want to show you a good many things Jessie.”
There was a long pause.
“I could do that…come over tonight.”
He exhaled sharply, he wanted her and soon.
“Good. 7 o’clock. I’ll be waiting, Jessie…oh, leave your hair down for me.” He ended the call and smiled to himself. Now all he had to do was watch the clock.
Two hours later Jessie stood at his door. She had taken great pains to be what he wanted tonight. She had left her hair down as he asked and was wearing something light and easy to remove. It had been one long week of waiting. They had talked about more than a few topics, sharing and comparing. He had made it clear he wanted her and she accepted the challenge of what was to come.
He hadn’t gone into too much explanation, merely sharing his desire to do things to her…things easier to show her than to explain in a traditional way. She wanted it…him. She wanted to feel wanted, especially by him. There was something powerful about him, mysterious. She took a deep breath knowing once she entered those doors she would be lost to him. She held up her hand and knocked. Within seconds he was there. He wore black, as usual. His shirt had buttons down the front and was solid. His slacks were a dark grey and fit him like a glove. He gave her a half smile and looked her over. She felt the tension pulsate through the air. He took a step towards her and she looked up at him. She was frozen to the spot, unable to move. He helped with that by sliding his right hand under her head and into her hair winding it in his hand and bringing her mouth to his in a powerful kiss.
She felt the heat flow through her and the kiss was so raw and full of need it rocked her to the core. Breathing wasn’t even important anymore as their mouths moved in unison, both seeking to taste more of each other. He suddenly moved back.
“Do you want to play a game with me, Jessie?” he asked as he looked down at her. “I can give you something you will always remember, but you have to be willing to do exactly as I say…can you do that?” he waited and watched her.
Jessie had never been more excited in her life. She had been through too much lately and something about being here like this made her feel free…made her feel wanted. She looked up at him and nodded yes. As soon as she did, he took her hand, pulling her into the house and locking the door behind him. He turned around and she looked up at him.
“Jessie, take off your dress, slowly, and walk towards me.” He moved to the large chair in the room and waited.
She stood and faced him slowly taking off her dress as she made her way over to him. When she was in front of him, he stood up and turned her around. He slipped his hands under the back of her bra unclasping it. “Put your arms in the air and hold them there.”
He slid both of his hands under her breasts and cupped each one, he pinched her nipples hard causing her to gasp. He yanked her arms down and turned her around. “Get on your knees Jessie and keep your head down.”
She did so and waited. Her heart was pounding her nipples hard in the exposed air. Above her she could hear him moving, but she kept her head down. Suddenly, she felt his member smooth and hard on the side of her face. She felt herself getting wet as he rubbed himself on her face. He used his hand to grab the base and smack her lips. Finally, he told her “Open your mouth and take me.”
She did so eagerly. She heard the intake of his breath as he slid along her tongue and she closed her thick lips over him. He began slowly pumping into her mouth. He pulled out dripping spit from her mouth onto her chin as he did. He grasped her head winding his hand in her hair. He pulled hard bringing tears to her eyes. The pain was welcome. She enjoyed letting go and giving him her mouth. He suddenly pulled out and pulled her to her feet. He dragged her by the hair to the desk and pushed her face down on it. He slowly started undressing her taking off the rest of her clothes. He freed her from them and stood back.
“I wanted you the minute I walked in there that first morning and you were bent over. I wanted to bury myself into you and feel the weight of you in front of me when I did it. I love the way you curve, every dip and part of you, especially your ass.” He smacked her hard on her right cheek and she reveled in the feel of it. He followed with a hit on the left.
“Come here, Jessie, I want to touch you.”
She felt his hands everywhere at once. Her skin was alive from his touch. She felt him push her down onto the chaise lounge in the room. He gently probed her with his hands. She felt his pace slow down and the raging trail of heat he made as his hands slid down over her hips and across her inner thigh. Soon he was touching her most intimate place feeling her wetness. He yanked on her skirt sliding them down over her thick thighs. He followed his hands with his mouth. He eagerly bit into the billowy white flesh of her thighs. He knew it was a shock but not painful, he also knew she liked it. By the time he reached the top of her legs, she was trembling. He used both hands to push her onto her back and spread her legs wide. She was wider than she had ever been before. She could feel the ache begin in her legs, he was pushing her apart so much. She watched him bite his way across her mound and then suddenly she felt his fingers inside her. She blushed at the closeness and yet it excited her even more.
“You are not allowed to cum until I tell you to, Jessie, do you understand? Don’t speak just nod.”
She felt herself respond shaking her head yes to him. He was in control of her, of everything and she was merely a vessel. He was fingering her wildly now, as he worked her with his hands, she felt the softness of his tongue on her there. It was almost too much. He sucked on her and licked her right to left and up and down. He focused on her swollen slit swirling around it and sucking on it all the while plunging three fingers deep into her wetness. She was moving now, bucking and grinding into his face with wild abandon. Nothing else mattered but finding release and coming for him. She knew time was too short, she needed it. Suddenly he stopped.
“I didn’t tell you you could cum, did I?”
She shook her head no and whimpered. She was so close she needed it. She whispered “Please” and he was in her face in an instant.
“I told you not a word, Jessie.” He followed it with a tsk tsk tsk. “Now you have to be punished. Rules are very important Jessie.” He stood and pushed her legs back together, and pulled her upright. Her hair was a wild mess around her shoulders and her chest was heaving. She needed it more than she had ever wanted anything else. She kept her head down not making eye contact. She would do as he asked; it was painful not to find release and she needed no further promise of punishment.
He moved over the side of the desk and bent her over it. She welcomed the coolness of the wood on her chest.
She felt him once again slip a finger into her, but only for a moment. He focused his attention on preparing her for entry. He moved his finger around her making her back arch. She could feel him rubbing gently and she waited…and wanted.
He felt her body react and it was almost too much to take. He felt himself get even harder. He would be the first to own her body, truly own it. He moved his finger into her slightly and felt her push into his hand. She was eager now, and ready. Jessie could feel her legs starting to tremble. He continued to lubricate her and slip a finger in deeper and deeper until she was stretched for him. He guided his throbbing member into the opening and pushed gently feeling her stretch even more to accommodate him. She inhaled sharply. It was too much, and yet not enough at the same time. She felt his hand on her again, rubbing her, exciting her. She forgot about any lingering apprehensions as he rubbed harder and harder. He slowly pushed into her more. She felt him fill her up...she heard his labored breathing and she knew he wanted it too…needed it too. He pulled out slightly and pushed back into her. He did it repeatedly until he was pumping into her again. He was slow at first just making long strokes into her. She was moaning loudly now. He increased his strokes until he was pumping into her with abandon. She couldn’t stop her cries and he grabbed a fistful of hair riding her hard. Pain mixed with pleasure; she had never felt anything like this before. She could feel him getting closer and closer to climax and it excited her more. She had an orgasm with such force it created a lasting effect throughout her entire body. She felt it in every part of her and loved it. She loved the way he used her and took great pleasure in his moans and cries as he found release. He sat back in the chair and pulled her to him. She was worried about crushing him with her weight, but he held her tight.
“I love the weight of you on me, Jessie.” He sat with her there for a moment, both of them recovering from what just transpired. He ran his fingers down her back and over the curve of her hip. She was content and sated. She looked up at him and saw a mix of emotions on his face. She would give anything to know what he was thinking in that very moment. She felt his fingers trace her face and move her hair out of her face. There was something sweet about it and they both were unsure about what to say next. He shifted slightly and she moved away from him grabbing her dress along the way. She felt his eyes on her as she slipped back into it quickly. When she turned around he was in his slacks again and watching her darkly.
“Why do you look at me like that, Derek?” She put her hands on her hips. “It makes me feel…self-conscious.” She waited.
“I like looking at you, Jessie, especially naked. You’re beautiful, I’ve told you that before. Maybe you need to start believing it.”
He stood then and walked towards her. He grabbed her hand in his and led her to the kitchen. He had dinner set out for them both and he held the chair for her to sit in. They dined on exotic things and simple cheeses from a local farm. They laughed as if everything that had transpired between them simply wasn’t real. She would catch him now and again watching her and she would blush. There was no discussion about what happened. They simply enjoyed each other’s company. She stood to go stand by the kitchen window and she felt the shift in the air almost at the same time. She felt him move up behind her, grasping both arms in his hands. She leaned back into him and he ran his hands down her front until the dress fell to her feet.
“I want you,” she whispered it into his ear as he spun her around. She moved towards him but he stopped her.
“No, not here.” He took her hand and naked, she followed him through the house and up the stairs to his room. He stopped.
“Climb in the bed slowly and wait for me.”
She did as he asked and he walked over to her tying up her wrists to the bedpost.
“Do you trust me, Jessie?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her lightly and she felt the coolness of the silk mask as he put it on her face.
There was an initial sense of panic that crossed her mind. She felt her heartbeat quicken and then felt the heat of his mouth on her throat and she relaxed slightly. She trusted him, she wanted him like this. She wanted to give herself to him. Never in her life had she felt this free, this alive. She jumped as she felt something cold on her stomach. He trailed the ice across her and into her belly button and he replaced it with the heat of his tongue. She felt her every nerve come to life as he followed that with a feather, tickling her from one end to another. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t see. All she could do was feel, and it made her ache with wanting him. Soon his hands were on her once more, touching her and loving her body in new ways. The darkness made her sense of touch even sharper allowing her to feel everything more intensely. She felt the roughness of his thighs as he slid up and on her. She loved the way the hairs on his legs teased hers. She felt his hands push her knees up and then, she felt the pressure and fullness of him. It was deep and aching, the way he moved inside her. She met each thrust with equal passion, only wishing her hands were free to touch him back. As if he read her mind he undid each side one at a time, never once stopping the slow and deep movements within her body. She clung to him, her nails raking down his back and he suddenly pumped into her with a new fever.
“Derek,” she moaned his name and he grinded into her. She slowed down and pulled her mask off to cover he mouth with his as he moved.
Something was different now. He moved holding her close at the same time, she felt his movements change and she looked up at him as he moved. He was perfect, every muscle in his body was against her and he gave her his everything. His pace quickened and his excitement thrilled her pushing her over the edge. He grabbed her face.
“Look at me, Jessie, I want to see you…I want to watch you when it happens.”
She exploded in ecstasy upon hearing his words. She was even more satisfied when he followed suit, pumping into her and using her body for his own needs. He held her close, not moving, but simply curling her into him. They lay that way for a long time, both searching out the words to say. This had been very different than before. It had started out simple enough but it had quickly become deeper, more meaningful somehow. Quietly, they both fell asleep, both enjoying the other in their arms.
The morning came too soon. The sun had barely started to stream across the sky as he watched her sleep. She was beautiful even more in this moment, if that were possible. She was laying on her stomach, her hair a tangled fiery mess around her head like a halo. Her right leg pulled up and the perfect curve of her hip was exposed to him. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back into that bed and make love to her again. That’s what it was after all. He had very unusual tastes when it came to sex but that, last night had been nothing like “typical” in his world. No, he had clearly made love to her and they both knew it, but avoided it. Even now, he was dressed for work, having showered already but not yet wanting to go. He would have to let her go, there was no other way around it. He had been clear about who he was from the door. Sadly, the problem wasn’t her, it was him. He had been standing there for twenty minutes just watching her sleep. He finally took a step towards the door and left.
She felt the coolness of the sheets under her hands and knew he was gone. Likely for good. Talking was something they did a lot of when she was sick and he had been clear about relationships. She could remember it clearly.
“I don’t do relationships, Jessie, it’s just easier that way, that’s all.”
“Don’t you want to fall in love, settle down, start a family? Ever?”
“No…falling in love is a choice, settling down eliminates the unknown and kids? No way, not me. It’s not that I don’t understand or appreciate them, it’s just not something that fits into my lifestyle that’s all.”
“So then what does fit with you?”
“You do, and I can’t wait to show you how well we fit.”
“You are insatiable, you know that, don’t you?”
“Again…we will see. That is if yo
u want to. I know I seem a bit off-putting but I believe in honesty in all things. I don’t want to marry you, Jessie. I do, however, want to touch you and own every inch of you for a time. If you want that…want me, I need you to tell me. I’m careful, I won’t hurt you and it meets a need.”
“I see.”
“I can tell you’re unhappy, I won’t bring it up again.”
“It just takes some adjusting is all. I can live with those terms.”
And so that is how it all started. She had been curious and it had led her here, to his bed. He had not lied about any of it. She was thoroughly pleased and content, even if it still did sting a little. He had used her body, and was done. But he had done nothing wrong. She rolled over on the bed and saw a slip of paper on the pillow next to her.
You were too beautiful to wake.
You’re also an amazing lover, it was perfect.
Thank you for trusting me.
D
So that was that. She sat up quickly and found her dress folded neatly on the foot of the bed. This was a night she would never forget, that’s for sure. She looked around the room and found her shoes, slipping them on. She would go home, shower and stay positive. She couldn’t tell him she had feelings for him. She may not ever see him again for that matter. She was about to leave the room when she went back and buried her face into his pillow. It smelled like pine…like him. She sighed and left.
Days went by quickly. She worked tirelessly, her days longer than before as she tried to make up for being out sick. Three weeks ago today she had went over to his house and been loved, really loved for the first time in her life. She missed him but she left him alone. What they had was wonderful, but it was done. The consequences were her own. She made her way home and sighed. So much had happened in the last few weeks that her head was spinning. Her apartment had been sold and she had moved. Now she was getting re-settled into a new place. She had lost her phone, but couldn’t replace it and today she had received the biggest news of all. She subconsciously touched her stomach lightly. Everything would be different soon and she was terrified. She was alone and that was ok. She certainly couldn’t tell Derek. She knew how he felt. Maybe one day when the baby was older she would find him and tell him the truth, but for now…
