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Well, really. The man had nothing to be ashamed of.
He beckoned her over, and when she was close enough, he put his hands on her shoulders and looked in her eyes. “Is it true? Can you tell what I’m saying from reading my lips?”
Jeremy was quite easy to read. Something about the shape of his face and his mouth. She nodded, and then remembered her notebook. She wrote, I can hear you pretty well, as long as I’m looking at you when you talk.
Jeremy nodded and smiled. “Fair enough. I was glad to get your owner’s permission to play with you. This seems like a pretty vanilla crowd.” He turned and picked up
one of the straps, a particular favorite of Kai’s. He ran his hand over the leather a moment, then looked back at her. “But then, I’m awfully kinky. Much like your owner, I’d say.”
Kai was right. Jeremy Gray was shaping up to be pretty interesting. She eyed the strap in his hands, wondering how it would feel. Would he play with Kai’s intensity? Or with Mason’s playfulness? She wrote in the notebook, It’s a secret that Kai is my owner. That I’m an odalisque.
Jeremy nodded. “I know. Fortunately, I’m good at keeping secrets.”
He seemed so casual about the whole thing. A little too casual. She wrote, Is your wife really an odalisque too?
Jeremy threw back his head and laughed at that. “No, my wife is really my wife, and I love her desperately. Although, to be honest, I originally hired her on for a term of service too.” He raised his eyebrows at Constance. “Of course, that’s also a secret.”
Constance made a lip-zipping motion that even a non-signer could understand. Jeremy smiled lightly, but Constance could sense the time for small talk was over. Jeremy ran his steely, blue-eyed gaze up the length of her body and back down again. “If I’d known I would have this opportunity, I could have planned something in advance. Something very elaborate and devious.”
Constance bit her lip. Intense like Kai. Definitely.
“Well,” Jeremy said, his chest rising and falling in a sigh. “I’ve never been afraid to improvise.” He took the notebook from her fingers with a smooth authority that turned her on. “Shall we put this down? Kai told me about your safe word procedures, and I plan to keep you a little too busy for any more writing.” He placed the notebook on one of the cabinet shelves and took her arm to lead her over to the bed. His grip was warm and firm. Within moments, she was draped face down over the padded footboard.
She looked back, nerves thrumming. Honestly, she was a little scared of him. Jeremy frowned slightly and pointed forward. “Eyes front. Keep them there.”
Constance swallowed and looked ahead at the lattice of the headboard. Things could have been worse. She could have been tethered there with the nipple clamps, one of Kai and Mason’s favorite games-- Ouch!
Jeremy’s first blow wasn’t vicious, but it was crisp enough to have her clawing at the sheets. A couple more came on the heels of the first, burning both her ass cheeks. Jeremy paused, and it took every ounce of her control not to look back and anticipate the next stroke. It came seconds later, a real stinging one.
This wasn’t safe word play, not really. Constance could take this kind of pain for hours, but it was uncomfortable in the moment. She tensed her ass, which only made the next stroke feel harder. Jeremy was laying them on faster now, warming all her sweet spots to a burning hum. Her clit was coming alive, her pussy throbbing along with her heartbeat. Sex was fine, it was great, but pain added a shimmering sheen of excitement. Pain made her wild.
By the time Jeremy finished with the strap, she was grasping the sheets in earnest, stuffing them into her mouth to keep from screaming. Jeremy stroked and squeezed her cheeks, making the burn sizzle even hotter. He nudged her legs open and parted her with his fingers, driving them deep into her pussy. She grasped at the slick protrusions, ground on them, pleasure and pain combining to near the breaking point. He withdrew them before she could come, and hauled her over to the spanking bench.
Jeremy made her straddle the narrow top platform, her pussy slipping along the vinyl. He folded down the lower platforms so her legs hung down, trembling, on either side. He worked below her to fix her ankles to a spreader bar beneath the bench, then cuffed her hands behind her back. When he was finished, Constance was powerless to do anything but squirm and fidget against the padded wooden bar between her thighs. She was so close to coming, her legs clenching with the effort to tip her hips forward. If she could only rub her clit against something...
Firm hands stilled her hips, impeding her efforts. Constance looked over into Jeremy Gray’s implacable gaze. “No. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to come.”
Constance swallowed a groan. It wasn’t fair. She’d been trained to be orgasmic. It was ten times harder for her to hold off orgasm than anyone else. She threw a pleading look at Jeremy, but he was rooting around in Kai’s cabinet again. Perhaps while his back was turned, she might twist her hips a little...just to take the edge off the nearly unbearable ache--
A searing line of fire erupted against her flank. She yelped and spun to find Jeremy beside her, brandishing a crop.
“I’ll let you know when you can ride the horse, little filly. Now, eyes front.”
Constance threw her head back in frustration, suddenly not at all excited about playing with Jeremy Gray. He was a sadist. A teasing sadist. The worst kind. Jeremy took his time landing biting flicks of the crop all over her ass and outer thighs. The orgasm was building inside her, teeming and expanding, with no way to break free. She arched forward and back in an effort to evade the stinging licks, but that only got her more worked up. She glanced back at Jeremy, her eyes begging for mercy.
He put his hands on his hips, unmoved. “If you can’t stop looking behind you, perhaps I’ll just stand in front.”
He came around her and, to her horror, started giving the same stinging series of licks to her front side. He flicked the underside of one breast and the nipple of the other, causing a sharp, agonizing pulse in her clit. Oh, God, if he didn’t let her come soon… She threw her shoulders forward protectively, but he would have none of that. He pushed them back and made it quite clear without words that she was to keep her breasts outthrust. She closed her eyes, racked by pain, tormented by pleasure. At last the cropping ended and Constance was left gasping for breath. Please, please, let me come now!
Jeremy undid her bonds, helped her off the bench, and stood her before him. A quick assessment had him shaking his head. “I still plan to give you a thorough fucking, Constance, and you’re already way too close. I’ll have to find something to get your mind off that lovely ache between your legs.” Please, not the clamps, not the clamps! “Like maybe a nice wicked pair of nipple clamps.” Damn!
She was quite certain Jeremy was enjoying her anguish. If his huge, upstanding cock was any indication, he was enjoying it very much. He returned from the cabinet with a pair of alligator clamps on a chain. Oh, God, she hated them, but if that’s what she had to wear to get fucked by him, so be it.
“Hold your breasts out to me,” he said. “Show me how much you want me to make them hurt.” Constance gritted her teeth and offered her breasts with trembling hands. Each clamp delivered searing torture. It was so hard not to just grab them back off, but that wouldn’t have been a very submissive thing to do. The clamps did achieve one aim. They got her thinking about something besides the overwhelming desire to come.
Jeremy was rolling on a flavored condom. One look from him was all it took to have her falling to her knees. He grasped her face between his hands, guiding his cock to her mouth and invading her throat without quarter. Any other woman would have probably gagged and threw up all over him, but Constance stayed calm and drew on her lessons from the Maison. Breathe through your nose. Swallow if you start to gag. Open. Open. Stay open to the cock of your Master.
Within minutes, Jeremy’s stern and staunchly controlled veneer began to crack. He reached down, legs trembling, to tug at the chain between her nipples. She moaned against his cock, then pulled away to lap at his balls. After a moment, he stopped her with a jerky motion and pushed her back on the floor. He lowered himself to thrust between her thighs and fucked her hard, with the chain and the clamps trapped between them. Part of her wished to pull away, to escape the pain and intensity of his possession, while another part of her reveled in it. More pain, more pleasure. The pain in her nipples interwove with the pounding, grinding invasion of his cock. She lifted her hips, meeting each thrust. Her swollen clit ached in rhythm to his strokes.
He slid one hand under her hips and fucked her from up on his knees. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her h
ead as he contacted her g-spot over and over again. She was shuddering, imploding, and then she felt him nudge her against the cheek. She could barely make out his words.
“Now, little filly. Finish the ride.”
Or something like that. It was all she needed to hear. She cried out from the force of her orgasm, racked with rollicking spasms of completion...and blessed relief. Jeremy pressed her down into the floor and went rigid over her, his head buried against her hair.
Their passion spent, they both relaxed by slow degrees. As always, reason seemed to flood back to Constance at the most inopportune times. Who is this stranger on top of me? What am I doing here? And when is he going to take off the clamps?
Jeremy moved away from her, stood to remove his condom and throw it away. He was back in a moment with her notebook and an apologetic smile, the dominant sadist replaced by a smiling gentleman. “I guess I should have taken those off first, shouldn’t I? What a good submissive you are, not to take them off yourself.”
Constance moaned softly, then sucked in her breath as he removed the biting clips, bringing feeling back to her tender nipples. Jeremy licked each peak gently, a soothing touch of warm tongue. He leaned back then, regarding her with curiosity. He was probably having the same thoughts. Who is this stranger I just took to heaven and back?
He asked, “How much longer will you be with Kai?”
She raised an eyebrow and took up her pen. Why are you asking? Are you in the market for an odalisque?
Jeremy chuckled. “I have to admit I find the Code d’Odalisque fascinating, but my wife is enough for me. No, I was thinking that Nell would probably like you. Perhaps, if you’re going to be with Kai for a while, the four of us can arrange our own little party.”
Constance felt a curious ache in her chest. She forced a smile for Jeremy, and wrote, My year is up in February. So I don’t know. Maybe.
Jeremy scrutinized her for a long moment. “Don’t you think he’ll want to keep you beyond that?”
