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I’m crazy! She hadn’t wanted to be spanked and had even dreaded it. Then it became all she desired. The nature of his blows changed the moment she asked for more. The smacks lightened, swung almost softly against her, and they no longer burned into her tender flesh. He slowed his pace, and between thuds, his hand teased, pinching and nipping her. Different sensations.
To her delight, Jason caressed and rubbed the singed flesh, distributing the discomfort.
“There, my subbie, let it go,” he whispered. “I’m well pleased with you.”
The trauma of the knife attack melted away, the fear of how close she had come to being abducted from a nightclub shrank back, and then came the relief. Jason was pleased with her.
“Please, Master, please.”
Jason understood her pathetic pleading. It wasn’t that she wanted him to stop, she wanted him to take her to her edge, her boundary, and let her float away.
“Go, babe,” he murmured, and she did with each expert swing of his hand.
With every flick of his wrist, she had felt a thud. Her mind dissociated from her body, but not from his presence. If anything, she felt closer to him. Nothing hindered the metamorphosis from stress to relaxation.
A patter of blows landed like raindrops, almost indiscernible
, and her bottom glowed. She went to her place of subspace, her shoulders slumped as any sense of rational thought vaporised. She barely moved as he rubbed her down. She held unshed tears in her eyes, kept at bay until she could shed them.
“I’m stopping, Gemma.”
The tears flowed from her eyes at his words. A continuous stream fell down her cheeks. He ended it, but she didn’t want him to. She lay on the bed while he applied the arnica cream. The coolness smeared about her soreness. Coming out of subspace, she tried to curl up into a ball, shivering uncontrollably, but he wouldn’t let her, instructing her to lie on him. Belly to belly, her head on his chest, so she could hear his heart and follow the pattern of his calm breathing. For half an hour, he caressed her unblemished skin and spoke softly to her about the plans for Venice.
“We’ll pack tomorrow and disembark. The hotel is located behind St Mark’s Square. Tomorrow evening, we will go to the opera. There are the obligatory gondolas. No doubt we will visit an art gallery of your choice. Plenty to keep you occupied.”
Gemma lifted her head. “It all sounds wonderful. Don’t forget shopping! I have gifts to buy for friends and family. Wouldn’t do for a billionaire’s wife to return home empty handed. So, we say good-bye to Sublime and its crew tomorrow. You said you would release me once we left the yacht.”
“I did, and I will. Once we’ve disembarked, we will be plain vanilla Mr and Mrs Lucas, holidaying in Venice. Lubinsky will remain with us. Remy will return to France. We’ll fly back to England on Friday evening and have a weekend at Blythewood. Then back to the grindstone of work.”
He traced a finger down her spine. Her breathing slowed, the trembling diminished, and she felt relaxed, content, and erotically charged. Throughout the spanking, she had felt him test her, check her status, and she knew her body had betrayed her. It usually did.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Then you can sleep.”
“I’m yours.”
As the heat dispersed from her raging buttocks, another warmth consumed her flesh—the heat of passion. His thumb made slow, circular motions around her clitoris and, as he pressed, he lit a spark inside her. A small fuse burnt and spread its ignition around her body. From between her legs, up into her pert breasts, and down her inner thighs, forcing her legs to part in eagerness.
An erotic switch, one Jason could flick whenever he wished, and she couldn’t help responding to it. With its power, he added his voice, his piercing blue eyes, and the pressure of his hardening cock against her leg. All of those things caused Gemma to catch her breath.
Her juices flowed as his thumb twisted and turned. Then his fingers grasped her pussy lips, squeezing them. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her pelvis up. A shriek left her mouth, and her toes curled. He lay on top of her. He dragged her wrists above her head and then ground his stiff cock into her belly. Pre-cum smeared over her skin as he trailed his unbridled erection up between her breasts. In response, she dropped her lower jaw and stuck out her tongue to receive him. Sitting astride her head, he lowered himself into her mouth and fisted his hands her hair.
“Fuck this!” he growled.
The voice always made her melt, and she thrashed her legs about under him. She wasn’t struggling for release or escape. The adrenaline hit her body with a rush. Reaching round his hips, her hands sought and found his firm buttocks. The dimples in his cheeks highlighted his musculature, and a groan left him as she cupped him in her palms.
To have Jason towering above her, with his splendid nudity reigning about her torso, made her soar inside.
“I’m coming,” she spluttered.
He couldn’t stop her and, as she began to implode, he dived down her body and plundered her clenching pussy. The squirting, as he rose up inside her juice-drenched passage, audible and undeniable. Smothering her, he took full advantage of her orgasm. He used it and made others out of it, targeting her G-spot with his bulbous tip. Fisting sheets in her hands, she anchored herself on the bed to prevent her pummelled body from smashing into the headboard.
The force of his fucking delighted her. She felt no fear that his intensive style would become aggressive or out of control. Many times, they had come to this place where he held her. It had been born in her fantasy world and made real by her lover, her husband, and her Dominant. No longer the immature girl, who had let boys chase her and men exploit her, she found her sanctuary. Surrendered and powerless to prevent Jason’s sexual domination, she couldn’t stop the orgasms flooding her.
Her back arched up, ligaments stretched, signalling the potential breaching of her tolerance levels. Muscles and sinews were close to being pulled out of line as his strength overcame her weaker body. Jason withdrew, flipped Gemma over onto her belly, and sank into her for his final onslaught. One hand held her hair, his other her waist. And he kept her fixed under him until he poured his essence into her.
Gemma could feel the heat along with his hips chafing her sore bottom. The strange addition of pain brought her to a last and ultimately exhausting orgasm.
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