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“I can train that out of you if you like,” he offered with a grin.
“Er. No. I like my bad habits.” No way was he controlling my diet. I dreaded to think of his tactics for weaning me off my taste for sweets and chocolates.
He went over to the drawer and retrieved something else – anal beads. I sighed with relief.
“Better?”
“Much. Alright I’m ready.” The blindfold slipped back down in place.
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He had flogged me too, not hard, as he had used a flogger of soft suede. A very pleasurable experience and he had judged the blows beautifully. Twice he had fucked me, each time asking in a cursory fashion for my consent, which I had given readily. He had quickly thrust inside, withdrawing to cover me with his semen, hence the sticky mess. Lastly, with me howling in a frenzy of unrequited need he had given me permission. I had practically blacked out with the intensity, he had not even needed to penetrate me, just tickled me with his oh so clever tongue.
“Gem, are you awake,” he shook my shoulder.
“Yes, sir,” I replied dreamily.
“Come on your turn to clean up,” Jason pulled me up and I staggered to the shower. He watched me from the doorway as I cleansed my private parts, water cascading over my rather ravished body. Coming out I wrapped a robe around me. He had slipped back into his trousers.
“The sheets go in there,” he pointed to a basket in the corner of the bathroom. “You’ll wash everything we use with those,” he pointed to the bottles on the shelf above the sink.
“Once you’ve done, come to bed, you look shattered,” grinned Jason as he walked out of the door, leaving me to tidy up.
Chapter 8
Waking up the next morning, I was incredibly stiff and achy. I lay eyes shut, flat on my tummy for a while, willing myself to move. I could sense those blue eyes on me, drilling down into my flesh. I turned my head to face Jason, he was sitting up resting against the heard rest, eyes on me as I suspected. He pulled back the sheet to reveal his erection, wordlessly he grabbed my arm and dragged me towards him. I crawled up to him on my knees.
“Come, astride me, I want to see those gorgeous breasts of yours,” he flicked a nipple with his index finger.
I lowered my pelvis on to his cock whil
e he held my waist. I was not fully ready for him and my pussy struggled to expand around his substantial erection. I bit my lip as I sunk lower and lower, adjusting the angle of my body to aid my descent. He gave me no assistance, merely held my body as I squirmed into position. Ready, we started to move in tandem, more familiar with each other than ever. He tipped his head back and shut his eyes, lips pressed tight together suppressing sounds. I gripped the headboard by his head and built up a pace for him, he must have been close because his eyes were open and he was watching me carefully. Reaching for me, he took my nipples and began to squeeze before twisting them round. I cried out in pain, the sensation was not unwanted as it made my insides start their somersaulting trick.
“Gem, oh Gem,” moaned Jason seductively.
He did not stop pulling and twisting, cruelly using me. There were tears in my eyes and I did not want him to stop this exquisitely painful torment.
Slap!
He struck hard across my left breast with his palm and I gasped, head tilted back, pushing my breasts further out. Jason face looked increasingly feral. A deep need was coming to the surface, the need to give me pain. I would take it, use it and show him I was capable of being his recipient. He would control me through my desire for pain and pleasure. He repeatedly smacked and twisted my nipples, I was close to crying all out for him, but I did not stop offering my breasts to him. I jutted them out further and tossed my head back to hide my watery eyes. I was saved by his ferocious orgasm. He pulled me on top of his chest as his pelvis thrust into me.
“Now, come for me!” he demanded hissing in my ears.
The sound of his dominating voice brought me to my much needed climax. Panting and shaking on his lap, I collapsed in a heap on top of him.
“Off!”
He heaved me to one side, extracting himself from inside me. I could hear him peeing in the bathroom. He had told me he did not do golden showers, which relieved me no end, as I was not entirely sure I could tolerate them – an untested territory for me. I hoped he finished in there soon as I was desperate for a pee. I dashed in the moment he reappeared, practically knocking him off his feet in my haste. When I came back, he had put on his sweat pants and t-shirt.
“Are your tits really sore?” he asked as he pulled on his socks.
“I’ll survive,” I said touching my breasts and then I grinned at him. “Nice sore, you know what I mean?”
“Good, I’m going for a run for half an hour. Have breakfast ready for me when I get back,” he stood and taking my naked body in his arms hugged me, planting a kiss on head.
“Mmmmm. You smell of sex. I love that smell.”
Letting go of me, I received a momentary smile and then he was out of the bedroom door.
