“Here it is. I’ll…thanks for your help tonight. I would still be stranded there if it wasn’t for you.”
“I was more than happy to help. If it happens again, you have my number.”
She laughed softly. “Thanks anyway, but I’m sure you have better things to do than be my white knight with jumper cables.”
“I don’t. And don’t laugh, I’m serious.”
“I…” She could see he was serious, but she didn’t understand why. He didn’t owe her anything. Before he made the accusations she couldn’t deny, he’d always been politely distant with her, available if she needed him but otherwise completely indifferent. It was his apparent indifference that made her think she could get away with skimming a little off every now and again. “So if I called you at three in the morning because I have a flat tire on the side of the 10…”
“I’d be there by a quarter after three in the morning.”
“Because I’m one of your valuable employees?”
He laughed. “Hardly. You’re probably stealing from me right now. As the guy who signs the checks, I’d be much better off with you stranded on the freeway.”
“Then why?”
He lifted his hand, revealing the black band around his right wrist. Slipping the band on was the first thing he did once he had her in the dungeon. She didn’t need him to explain the significance, but he had with a simple, “It’s a promise.” He wore it in recognition that he was her Master, and she was his priority. Nobody outside the lifestyle would even notice. Those who lived it would recognize the signal.
“Our deal was for a week.” Like she needed to remind him of the details of the deal he’d offered. “And if you don’t let me leave, it is kidnapping.”
He frowned, looking deeply unhappy at the comment. She wished she’d bitten her tongue. “I have no intention of holding you against your will. And I’m not asking for anything more than what you’ve already agreed to.”
“But you’ll still be there whenever I call…for anything I need? You’ll still take care of me like…”
“Like you belong to me.” He stepped closer, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear. His fingers were warm, and it took all her restraint to stop herself from turning into his touch, seeking the heat of his skin. She felt caught, hypnotized by his dark eyes and the smell of leather and green leaved tea. “I always take care of what’s mine.”
Laura caught her breath. His declaration couldn’t have been clearer. Her body certainly got the message, and she wouldn’t be surprised if her arousal was strong enough that he could smell it. Now it was up to her. If she wanted what he offered or if she wanted to turn her back on everything he stood for, it was entirely up to her. This was the moment, and whatever she decided, she had to own that decision. No regrets. No second chances.
She shuffled her feet closer, pressing her body to his, her hand going to the back of his neck. He was only a few inches taller than her, but she still stretched up on the tips of her toes to press her lips to his. He opened to the kiss, and she delicately slipped her tongue into his mouth, melting against the solid wall of his body.
“You know what this means,” he asked, lifting his head from hers.
Laura nodded. She knew. “I…I felt more like myself with you than with anybody else in the past five years. I can’t stop thinking about you…I can’t stop thinking about what you do to me…for me.”
“I didn’t intend…”
“Me neither.”
Their lips came together again, his hands going to her hips. He lifted her off the floor, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, surrendering to his strength. His muscles flexed, bulging against her, and there was no mistaking the other bulge in his pants. He was hard as a rock, his pants tenting in front of him, his cock pressing into her thigh. She threaded her fingers in his hair, kissing him with all of her relief and hunger, pouring herself into the caress.
Her heart beat against her ribs, and her pulse jumped and skittered in her throat. She felt flushed and cold at the same time, waves of arousal flowing from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. She was an attractive woman, but Jason made her feel like she was more than attractive—she felt like the personification of sex. As though she’d been built for one purpose, and it took Jason’s clever hands, his sharp brain, his knowing eyes and firm voice to unlock that true purpose.
She tugged at the buttons on his shirt, ripping them away without a second thought. He’d ordered her to undress him before, and she’d taken such care to slide the buttons free, to smooth the wrinkles from his fine silk shirt, to treat each thread like it was made of pure gold. Now she didn’t give a fuck. Instead of a fine piece of clothing that deserved to be treated with care, it was the unyielding obstacle keeping her from satin skin stretched over a wall of rock, solid muscle. She muttered a quick sorry as buttons hit the floor like raindrops, but he either didn’t hear or didn’t care.
Once the buttons were gone, she pushed the cream colored shirt off his shoulders, yanking it down his arms. He lifted one hand and then the other, allowing her to pull the material free and toss it indifferently to the floor. But once he was naked, she realized that her job was only half done. She yanked at her top with no more care than she showed his, ripping it off, exposing the tops of her full breasts to his mouth. He zeroed in on her straining tits immediately, the skin no sooner exposed than covered with hot kisses and teasing, maddening nibbles, tiny, hungry bites that had her twisting and arching towards the sharp points.
During their seven days together, he was never shy about hurting her. She never shied away from the pain, always making it a point to arch her body towards the whip, the flog, the paddle, the palm of his hand. She hadn’t done that because she knew it would please him—she only did it because it pleased her. Just the pressure of his teeth was enough to flood her pussy with fresh arousal, her clit throbbing for the attention her nipples received between his rows of pearly whites.
Laura unsnapped her bra and sent it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. It felt like his mouth never left her body. Like it was everywhere at once. It was all so wonderfully familiar, but not what she was after. Or rather, not the only thing she wanted. Every detail of their week together stood out in stark reality in her mind, and yet the whole week passed in a blur of unfulfilled desire. There was one thing she desperately wanted to do. Perhaps he had known that. Perhaps he had purposefully kept her from indulging in her biggest fantasies. But he wasn’t going to keep her from her desires that night.
She dropped her feet to the floor, sinking down to her knees as he released his tight hold on her. He looked down at her with heavy eyes, his dark irises disguised by his thick fringe of blonde eyelashes. She had his full attention, and that fact sent a thrill down her spine that she couldn’t even begin to name. She recognized that look. She knew it because she always had his full attention. But it was still different, because now she knew it was about her and not a debt she owed him.
Laura yanked at his pants, pulling the button free and spreading the zipper open. They came down his hips with a rough yank, and his long, hard cock burst free, not confined by any underwear. His cock stuck straight out in front of him—a long uncut masterpiece. Her mouth watered at the thought of it, and she was practically drooling at the sight of it. He liked to blindfold her and fuck her with dildos, toys, the handles of his floggers, even items she was pretty sure came from the kitchen. But she always, always, always knew when his thick bulbous head spread her pussy lips open, nudged at the tight opening, and then slipped inside, invading her swollen, bruised channel.
She stuck her tongue out, licking at the clear liquid she found at the top, pulling the taste of salt and man into her mouth, licking it up like it was a treat more special than ice cream. In a way, it was. He never let her taste his cum, not once in their week together, and this was like getting a hint of ambrosia. And when it came to the nectar of the Gods, a hint was almost as good as a whole mouthful.
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nbsp; Laura dragged her tongue down his shaft, letting her lips glide over his shaft while she traced his throbbing vein from the tip to the base. Once her mouth was close enough to his heavy sac, she closed her lips around it, sucking first one ball than the other into the hot confines of her mouth. He moaned, his hips rocking forward, his knees bending ever so slightly. She lavished him with attention, gentle and then rough, sucking just hard enough to make him groan, and then whimper. The surprising sound was like a pointed arrow straight to her groin, and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the new sense of throbbing.
She sat back on her heels, licking the taste of his musk from her lips, gripping him by the hips and spinning around before he even realized what was happening. She used the back of her hand to push his muscled thighs apart, and then spread the firm globes of his cheeks. She’d only done this once or twice before, but she wanted to pull more surprising whimpers from him. She wanted to do something surprising, something he’d never expect but would beg for from then on.
She pushed him forward, silently encouraging him to lean against the workbench and pop his ass out, making her task even easier. She blew warm air over his tight pucker, running her finger over the sensitive ring of muscle again and again, tracing the route she intended to travel with the tip of her tongue. He held himself perfectly still, not so much as a tremor betraying his excitement or anticipation. Had anybody ever done this to him before? Did he like it? Well, if he didn’t, he probably would have already stopped her. Besides, she wasn’t going to cross any lines with him…though to be honest, she didn’t know if he had any lines. Good Masters never, ever did anything to their slaves that they hadn’t already experienced themselves.
Laura replaced her finger with her tongue without warning, swiping the tip across his opening and then around the delicate flesh. He jerked like she’d stung him, or maybe she burned him with the heat of her mouth, sucking his breath in sharply and reaching behind him to grip her head. She paused, waiting for his ultimate reaction, wondering if he was about to rip her away from him, but instead of yanking her back he pushed her forward, pressing more of her mouth against his pucker.
She kept her tongue on the surface of his flesh, teasing and lapping, pulling an unbroken series of sighs and moans from him, until the pressure on the back of her head increased, pushing her harder against his ass. She let her tongue slide into his tight opening, fucking him with the delicate pink tool until he was panting hard—to her ears it sounded like he was on the verge of asking for even more. Maybe even begging. She was close to begging herself, rocking back and forth on her knees, rubbing her thighs together. She could have reached between her legs at any time, could have fingered her clit until she took the edge off. But he never gave her permission for that, and even though he’d allowed her freedom at the moment, her training as his submissive had been too thorough, too complete and intense. It didn’t even occur to her to try.
But she needed to do something with her hands. Her left palm went to his hip, her right to his thick shaft, her fist flying up and down the throbbing length. His grip loosened, and she took the opportunity to lift her head, quickly sliding her finger past the slick ring to sink into his hot channel. He moaned, dropping his head forward—a sign of surrender, the sort of complete submission she had never hoped for, and was definitely not expecting.
Emboldened by his response, she slid her longer middle finger inside, stretching him a little bit more open. She turned her palm downward, working her fingers in deeper and deeper until she found it—that little bundle of flesh that would make fireworks go off behind his eyes and under his skin. She pressed against it, pulled out, slammed her fingers forward and found it with a direct hit. The third time she did that, his body sort of leaned to one side, thighs tightening until she could actually see the cords of muscle standing out against the skin, the veins in his arms popping out. Warm liquid erupted into her palm, and she couldn’t help her little squeal of pleasure. Before he could stop her, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked the warm liquid from her skin.
He chuckled, turning his head to look down at her lapping at the cum in her hand like it was melted ice cream.
“You could have just asked if you wanted a taste.”
She lifted the corner of her mouth in a half grin and batted her eyelashes up at him. “Taking is so much more fun.”
“Don’t I know it.”
In the next instant, she was off the ground, effortlessly lifted and tossed over his shoulder. She yelped with surprise, though there wasn’t a single hint of protest in the sound, helpless to do anything but stare at the ground as he carried her up the stairs, through the house, and up another flight of stairs to the master bedroom. He flung her down to the bed, tearing her skirt from her hips as soon as her back hit the mattress. She stared up at him, on high alert, her breath caught in her lungs as she waited to see what he would do next.
Jason dropped down to the bed, trapping her in a cage made of his arms and chest, his mouth just inches from hers. So close, and yet not close enough to kiss. His cock nudged at her folds, the tip hungrily seeking entrance. She automatically spread her thighs, wrapping her long legs around his hips, angling herself so his cock could more easily find the heat it sought.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He ducked his head, as if he couldn’t stand to meet her gaze after making such a confession. He kissed her chest, her neck, her throat, and she responded in kind, peppering his jaw and neck with tiny, pleading kisses. He was so close. So close and getting closer all the time, but just not close enough. It wasn’t going to be enough until absolutely nothing separated them, and they were moving and breathing as one, their heartbeats matching as their bodies sought out and found the perfect, complementing rhythm.
“Please, Jason, please,” she whispered, grateful that he wouldn’t pause, wouldn’t break away from her to find a condom. He hated them, and so they had to exchange health records, mutually verifying the other was safe, and she was on the pill. It had seemed like a big embarrassing ordeal at the time, but now she was so fucking relieved that there would be nothing between their skin, and when he finally slid inside of her, she would feel nothing but the silky perfection of his body.
“You’re mine, Laura.”
She quickly nodded her agreement. No point in denying it. No point in pretending it was anything besides the God’s honest truth.
“You know what that means?” he asked, an urgent note in his low, tight voice.
She nodded. She knew exactly what that meant, because now she’d had a taste of life with him, and life without him. After the past week, there was no doubt in her mind of who she belonged to.
“Please, Jason. Don’t make me beg again. I…I can’t wait…” She felt like there were dozens of snakes under her skin, slithering around, making her twist and turn and buck towards him. Every nerve ending was on fire, and there was a hollow, terrible ache deep inside. One that could only be soothed, could only be filled, by one person.
He didn’t make her beg again. He slid into her with a forceful stroke, taking her to the hilt and filling her completely. The sound that escaped her throat could only be described as pure relief. She sounded like a woman who’d been given a heavenly revelation and now everything about the world made perfect sense. Their mouths came together, both of them moving into the kiss at the exact same instant, their tongues wrapping together within the space of a heart beat.
He’d fucked her like that in that bed before, but at the time, that had just felt like another game. This didn’t feel like a game. Now he was completely serious, a new urgency in every touch, every caress, every thrust of his hips.
“Jason…”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. She couldn’t remember the last time a lover had tried to use any pet names with her, especially not one so…precious. Yet coming from him, it was like a gift, a velvety smooth blessing bestowed on her. For a moment, she completely forgot what she was going
to say. Was she getting soft? Had he completely warped her? Did she even care? A quick survey of the situation answered her question—she didn’t care in the least.
“Just don’t stop.” What she needed to say could wait for later. But not too much later. Because even though she was completely caught up in the excitement of their new union, there were still questions to be answered.
“I won’t, sweetheart. Not going to stop. Not as long as you want me.”
Later—much much later—he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of his chest, holding her in place so he could meet her heavy-lidded eyes. She was exhausted, physically and emotionally spent, but she could tell by the crease in his brow and the way he looked at her that he wasn’t ready to let her fall asleep just yet.
“You were going to say something earlier,” he started.
“What? When? I don’t remember.”
He chuckled. “It was a long time ago. Just before I let you come.”
“Oh. Right. I…I don’t remember.”
“Yes you do. Now tell me what’s on your mind. I’m not going to ask you again.”
Laura had no choice but to rewind her thoughts, trying to follow the many splintering threads until she remembered what had been weighing on her mind.
“Are there…are you anybody else’s Master?”
“No.”
“Any girlfriends or anything?”
“Nope.”
“But…”
“But what?”
“How can that be?”
He laughed a little. “I’m married to my job. That’s the way it’s gotta be…”
The way it’s gotta be? Her heart fell at that, and she couldn’t stop the disappointment from reflecting on her face.
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