by Sky Corgan
Just in case I still wasn't allowed to speak, I nodded instead. The thought of trying something new every time we were together was incredibly exciting. Much better than lumping it all into one overwhelming lesson. Now I'd have something to look forward to, as if just being with Jack wasn't enough.
“Today we're going to take things fairly easy and practice a bit of pain play,” he said.
I watched Jack pull something from the bedside table, a pair of clamps attached by a thin metal chain. Without hesitation, he placed one on each of my nipples. The pressure of the plastic-coated tips biting into my flesh hurt, but not as much as I had imagined it would.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“It's fine.”
I noticed that the longer the clamps stayed on my nipples, the more they hurt, drawing me closer to my limit of pain. Jack leaned over and lapped at the sensitive tips of my nipples, temporarily drowning out my pain with pleasure. Then he slid a hand beneath my legs, palming my cunt as he stuck a finger inside.
“You're nice and wet,” he moaned against my skin, sending a shiver down below.
I groaned as he picked up the pace, slamming his finger into me while his palm rubbed against the erect nub of my clit, driving me closer and closer to climax.
“Come for me, my love,” Jack whispered, gazing intently into my eyes.
It was enough to send me over the edge, and I held my breath as my toes curled while my orgasm played out. Soon, I was panting below him, thinking of how wicked he was to make me want him so badly.
“Now for your reward,” Jack said, moving to unfasten my ankle restraints and then crawl between my legs.
He grabbed the chain that connected the nipple clamps and gave it a gentle tug, causing a surge of pain to race across my chest. I winced, and he watched my expression with a pleased grin.
“Good girl.” Jack grabbed my legs and bowed them around his hips. I barely had time to look down and see his thick erection coming towards my hole before he slipped it inside. Almost instinctively, my back arched, and I moaned as we became one.
“Oh yes,” I cried out, not caring if I was breaking my no speaking rule.
Jack was a lot more aggressive this time, pumping into me with a voraciousness I hadn't felt from him before. This was him in his element. Powerful and dominating.
To my surprise, I rather enjoyed Jack's fast hard love-making. No, it wasn't love-making. It was fucking. He was fucking me, and he was doing a good job of it.
I cried out while Jack took my body to places it had never been before. My pussy deliciously clenched around his cock as I erupted into another orgasm, and I could feel my tremors traveling all the way into him, causing him to pant as his cock was about to give. Almost as soon as my orgasm ceased, Jack pulled out, gasping for breath while he shot his load onto my stomach. This time, there was no corset to catch the torrent, and my stomach ended up nice and coated.
“Holy shit,” he coughed, leaning back on his calves to steady himself. “That was amazing.”
I purred at the exhausted look on his face. Knowing that I had drained him completely was one of the most satisfying feelings I'd ever experienced. Sex with Jack was definitely good.
After going to get a towel to clean me off, Jack removed the nipple clamps one at a time. My breath hitched as pain coursed through my breasts. For a split second, it was even worse than the crushing sensation of having them on.
“Hurts, doesn't it.” he said.
“Am I allowed to speak now?” I asked, figuring that my lesson for the day was over.
“Yes.” He grinned.
“It hurts worse when you take them off than when you put them on.”
“It does,” he admitted. “When we're married, I'll probably want you to wear them around the house sometimes. Would that bother you?”
“Not if I got rewarded for it.” I leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his bottom lip. That didn't seem to please Jack enough, though, and soon he was holding me in his arms, stealing my breath with an onslaught of passionate kisses.
I moaned against his mouth, enjoying his affection. Now, I was truly happy with my fate as his wife.
“I can't wait for tomorrow's lesson,” I whispered, running my nails through his hair.
“Miss Rickard, I do believe you are a very sexy girl.”
“Your very sexy girl.”
Jack held me in his arms for what felt like an eternity—for what I wished was an eternity. But I couldn't stay with him all night. His parents expected me to come home, and I quickly began to realize that perhaps their Christian morals weren't as well suited to my liking as they had been when I first arrived in New York.
At their doorstep, he placed another chaste kiss on the side of my mouth, and I couldn't help but grin stupidly at him as he walked away. For as much as Jack Kemble had disclosed to me, for as comfortable as I was around him, and as much as we had done together, he still seemed like a mystery. Sweet and kinky and kind. I was finally falling for him.
The next day couldn't come soon enough. My every waking breath was consumed with thoughts of Jack and the crazy kinky things he had planned for me. What a different girl I had become in only a few short weeks. From shy and conservative to absolutely sex-crazed.
I was more than eager to follow Jack into the dungeon, no longer seeing it as a place of torture. Now, it was the room where all of my desires came to life, a place where I had Jack all to myself, stripped of the burdens of the outside world.
“Today, we're going to do something a little different,” he began, leading me to the bed. “We're not going to have sex today.”
“What?” My ear to ear grin promptly faded.
“I want you to masturbate for me.”
I had never pleasured myself to climax before. The very thought of it was embarrassing.
“I'd rather you do it for me,” I grumbled.
“Watching you would give me great pleasure. Besides, you're not supposed to disobey me when we're in here, remember?” He gave me a playful slap on the ass.
I had actually forgotten. For some reason, I couldn't switch my mind to submissive whenever we entered the room. Perhaps that would change over time.
“So, I have no say in this?” I asked, following his lead as he began to undress.
“Nope. And the next word out of your mouth will earn you a spanking. Remember, in here, you do what I say when I say it, and you don't speak unless I say you can. Tomorrow, you won't get any warnings.”
When we were both completely undressed, I crawled up onto the bed, and Jack sat at the foot of the bed, giving him a good view of the action. My palms began to sweat as he watched me expectantly. It was incredibly awkward being stared at in such a way, and I found myself quickly becoming self-conscious. Everything in me wanted to speak, but I knew better, so instead I just laid there, returning Jack's gaze.
“Well, go on,” he prodded me.
“I don't know what to do.” I screwed my face, mildly fearful of his punishment.
“Sure you do. Just do what I did to you the other day.”
Knowing that I had been given a free pass, I tried to relax while I slipped a hand between my legs. It didn't feel as good touching myself as it did when Jack touched me. His fingers were thick and skilled. Mine were thin and clueless since I never masturbated. Slowly, I massaged around my cleft, hoping that it looked like I was doing a bad job so that Jack would come take over.
“You can't seriously tell me that you've never touched yourself before.” He gave me a sarcastic look of disbelief.
“Never.” I shook my head to add emphasis to the word.
“Just do what feels good. It might help if you pretend like I'm not even here.”
“That's much easier said than done.” I rolled my eyes and then relaxed my head against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.
Maybe if I pretended that it was his hand instead of mine. I closed my eyes, feeling the warm moistness of my skin. Using two fingers, I press
ed down on my clit as I made small circles. Slowly, I began to feel my pleasure building. My free hand came up to play with one of my erect nipples, rolling it between my fingertips.
“Spread your legs a bit wider,” Jack requested, and I did as I was told, trying to ignore the fact that he was watching my every move.
The more I played with myself, the more ragged my breathing became, and I realized that masturbating wasn't so difficult after all.
“Stop,” Jack said, right before I was about to climax. Like the waves receding from the ocean, I felt my pleasure ebb away as my hand left my body, and all I could think about was how I wanted more.
Jack crawled up onto the bed, towering over me with his cock in hand, and for a moment, I was confused about what he was doing. Then he straddled my head, letting his dick hang freely over my face, and I knew what he wanted.
The thought of taking Jack's cock into my mouth repulsed me. Never had I desired to suck a man's dick before. To be honest, I didn't even picture fellatio being a part of my sex life until meeting Jack. And while I really didn't want to suck him off, the fact that he had eaten me out meant that I was obligated to return the favor. If my face hadn't been so occupied staring at Jack's cock in apprehension, I probably would have scowled.
“Open,” Jack told me.
For a moment, I was reluctant. In response, Jack leaned back and twisted one of my nipples, hard. I winced from the pain.
“Open,” he said again, and this time, I listened, though I was sure I looked mortified.
Slowly, he pressed forward, and I felt his glans crest my teeth, his balls sagging down onto my chin. I closed my eyes and tried to be mindful about not biting him. While I had never given a blowjob before, I knew the basic rules.
As the smooth surface of Jack's glans touched my tongue, I cowered away, already overwhelmed by his masculine scent. It wasn't unpleasant, just different, and it made me wonder what he thought about my scent.
“Suck,” Jack commanded, and my lips closed around him, feeling the thick veins of his member. “Just pretend it's a Blow Pop.”
A salt flavored Blow Pop, I thought as I allowed my tongue to begin exploring the underside of his shaft. The longer it sat in my mouth, the less unpleasant it became. Soon, I was more fascinated than disgusted, feeling the surprising smoothness of his skin with my tongue as my throat worked to suck him off.
Jack held onto the bed frame and leaned over me, rocking his hips back and forth. At first, I choked as his tip speared the back of my throat, my gag reflex doing the best it could to repel the intruder. He backed off only long enough for me to regain composure before thrusting again, seemingly unfazed by the wet sounds erupting from my mouth.
Jack groaned as he fucked my face, the only indication that I was doing a good job. I was too busy concentrating on breathing and not biting him to gain any pleasure from the act. Still, there was something incredibly sensual about giving him head.
Sneakily, I let my hand slip between my legs to work my clit. With each gentle circle that I made around my cleft, I sucked Jack harder, causing him to pant above me.
“Oh yeah.” He hissed, picking up the pace. I did my best to relax, allowing Jack to take over while he pounded into my mouth. Strings of pre-come clung to the back of my throat as he worked his meaty length in and out, and I felt an overwhelming need to spit, though Jack wouldn't allow me the luxury. I tightened my lips around him, and his juices spilled out the sides of my mouth, running down into my hair.
My fingers vibrated mercilessly against my clit while I sucked as hard as I could, the intensity of my sucking growing with the nearness of my climax. Finally, my body gave out, submitting to a round of earth-shattering contractions. Almost as the same time, I heard Jack groan, and my mouth filled with his semen, warm and thick. He held himself inside my mouth while he pumped out every drop, and I knew I wouldn't be allowed to spit until the end, if I was even allowed to spit at all.
Even after Jack was spent, he kept himself inside of me, forcing me to endure his juices. When he finally pulled out, I let his seed follow, coating my face. Better in my hair than down my throat, I thought, hoping that I wouldn't receive a punishment for rejecting his offering.
Thankfully, Jack didn't seem to care. He crawled off of the bed to go get a towel, though I knew it wouldn't do the trick this time.
“Shower,” I said as soon as I had finished spitting up all of his come.
“Yes, shower,” Jack agreed, walking me to the bathroom with a hand on the small of my back. “Next time, I want you to swallow,” he told me, not completely out of his dominant mode.
“Maybe after we're married,” I teased. “Got to keep some things sacred.”
“Spitting is just wasteful,” he disagreed.
“So is having an orgasm without a purpose. I'm willing to bet that you masturbate plenty.” I gave him a playful glance before stepping into the shower.
“Touche, Miss Rickard. Touche. You are far too clever for your own good.”
“And you're far too sexy for yours,” I purred against his chest.
“Touche,” he whispered again before wrapping me in his warm embrace.
When I got back to his parents' house, I noticed that my phone had several more missed calls and text messages from Liam. My coming home for those short few days when I escaped from the BDSM school seemed to have affected him greatly.
“Why haven't you answered any of my calls?” he asked. “I miss you,” said another. “Please, call me. We need to talk.”
I sighed, setting my phone down on the bedside table. It upset me to know that I had hurt him by leaving, but there was nothing I could do. Things were the way they needed to be, and there was nothing left to talk about.
I knew it was cruel, but I went back to my plan of not talking to Liam until after the wedding. Maybe if I didn't respond, he'd get the hint that he needed to move on.
Friday had finally come, and I was looking forward to spending my weekend with Jack. He had bought us tickets to see the Blue Man Group, but what I was more excited about came afterward.
Naked and tied to the bed in his dungeon, I felt more alive than I ever did during daylight hours. It was as if my senses were heightened, receptive to whatever Jack was willing to throw my way.
Tonight, he teased me with a thin plastic vibrator. I wondered what the purpose of it was, considering that he had such a magnificent cock to use in its place. Patiently, I lie while Jack probed inside of me with the toy. It seemed like he was getting more pleasure out of it than I was, watching as it violated my opening. His gaze was ever on my pussy as he pulled the vibrator out and then plunged it in again. Occasionally, he would rotate it around inside of me, sending shivers of pleasure through my body as it touched my inner walls. I wanted to tell him that I'd rather it be his cock, but I knew better than to speak out of turn. Jack had well established that rule already. When he was done fucking me with the toy and pulled it out, I was embarrassed to see a sheen of milky white juices covering it.
“Nice and wet,” he commented, licking the vibrator clean. My cheeks flushed from just watching him, and I felt almost guilty for spitting the night before.
After putting the toy away, Jack returned with what appeared to be a back massager. It was a wand with a thick round white massaging head and a long cord that plugged into the wall. My body jolted as he turned it on, the sound of strong vibrations filling the room.
“This is going to be intense,” he warned before pressing it against my cunt.
Intense was an understatement. My eyes widened as it quickly overstimulated my sensitive clit. I squirmed under the pressure of it, but Jack refused to let up, pressing the thick white head between my pussy lips so that it could massage my most sensitive parts.
Within minutes, I was gasping for breath as the device sent me over the edge, forcing my clit to contract with almost unbearable pleasure. I was embarrassed to have come so soon, but Jack didn't seem to mind. What had taken me at least seven minute
s to accomplish the night before with my own hand, the back massager had accomplished in less than two.
“That's usually a favorite,” Jack said, pulling the massager away to grin at it.
“I can see why,” I panted, trying to hide a scowl at the thought that he had probably used it on other girls before me. How else would he know it was a favorite?
“No talking,” he warned.
To my surprise, Jack unfastened all of my restraints, and for a moment, I thought our session was over. Then he pulled me up into a sitting position and urged me onto all fours.
I waited expectantly with my butt in the air as I felt Jack move in behind me. With more gentleness than he showed with the toy, he pressed his glans inside, then bucked forward until he was filling me completely. It felt different being taken in such a way, almost animalistic. There was a strange disconnection from not being able to see Jack's face, and I quickly decided that it wasn't my favorite position. Still, I stayed in place, enjoying the feel of him fucking me. His hands curled around my hips as he slammed into me again and again, using me for his pleasure.
After a few minutes, he pulled out, and my breath hitched as I felt a droplet of spit land heavily on my asshole. Holy crap, I thought in an instant of panic. He can't possibly be thinking of . . .
Without waiting for my reaction, I felt Jack's glans press against my vulnerable opening, then with a grunt, he pushed inside. My whole body tensed at the unexpected intruder, and Jack groaned as my ass clenched around his cock, strangling it.
I felt too full, like Jack's dick had spread me to my breaking point. Everything burned as he began thrusting. Red, my mind screamed out, but my lips remained silent, hoping that the pain would melt away into pleasure as it had when he'd taken me from the front for the first time.
