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“I was hoping,” I ventured further. “We could start getting out, you know, out of the house. Go places, the theatre, concerts or clubs whatever. Not cooped up in your house all the time. I want to enjoy myself with you more.”
He let go of my hand. I had contravened the boundaries again, his expression said it all.
“I said patience. That’s the end of the matter. It is not up for discussion. I decide, remember. In any case the anticipation will make you enjoy it all the more when it comes about.”
The conversation was over. I started to collect the plates and cutlery.
“Well, I’m stuffed. Too stuffed.”
Jason patted his stomach, which did not look the slightest bit overfilled. Where did he put it all?
“I think I will get indigestion if I fucked you now. Was that your intention? Too fat to fuck?” he growled at me.
“No, sir, absolutely not. More a case of plenty of calories to give you energy,” I leered and he reached out to slap my thigh as I passed by him.
“Cheeky. Finish tidying up and join me in the TV room. We’ll watch a film, allow our stomachs to recover.” Jason stood up and strolled out of the kitchen heading to the TV room, glass of wine in hand.
By the time I joined him, he was scrolling through a menu of streaming films. I joined him on the comfortable expansive couch rather than an armchair. It turned out we had similar tastes in films. We both preferred adventure plots or thrillers and witty comedies rather than slapstick ones. We selected a mild horror film and settled down to watch. I snuggled up to him and he accommodated me with an arm around my shoulders. It all felt so normal, not what I had expected for a Saturday night. The film was scarier than I thought it would be and a couple of times I buried my face in his chest to hide.
“Good grief, Gemma,” Jason was surprised by my sensitivity. “You let yourself be tied up, blindfold and whipped, yet your terrified of a bit of make believe.” He kissed my forehead tenderly though.
“I’m only an ordinary girl. Isn’t this what little girls do when they get taken to the cinema with their hunky boyfriends?” I teased him.
“Careful now, Gemma, hunky boyfriends get frisky in the back row you know,” he chuckled.
The end credits were coming up on the screen. We were both quite relaxed and I waited to see what he planned to do next. The evening was expiring rapidly and I suspected he was tired, though I had yet to see him run out of energy. Jason had a hand on my thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth against the fabric of my jeans. Then he turned to me and pulled my head towards his, I parted my lips for him and we were kissing, tongues and lips pressed together tightly. The fire inside me was lit and burning bright. He stopped and leant back away from me.
“I want to fuck you. Now. It’s getting late, so we’ll be quick.”
My heart rate shot up, I was eager to please him, to show him that I was capable of whatever he wished to do.
“Strip, here, now!” The command was perfunctory.
I stood before him and carefully took off my clothes, trying to be seductive as possible. My bra unclasped, I shook my breasts down right in front of his eager eyes. Knickers slid down and I turned slightly so he could see my bottom waving in the air. Jason ran his finger along his lower lip, not reacting visibly to my flirting. Suddenly he was up on his feet, grabbing my hand and my t-shirt from the floor, he hauled me across the room into the games room. I did not mind the manhandling it added to the mood I was in and his urgency quickened my arousal.
He turned the lights on. “Go stand by the billiard table please.”
I walked up to the narrow end of the table. What was he planning to do to me?
“You’re going to bend over and I’m going to fuck you hard. Do you want me to fuck you hard, Gemma?”
He was standing right next to me and breathing on my neck. The nape of neck received a light kiss and a shiver ran down my back like an electric current.
“Yes, sir.”
Please, please! I was gaping for him already.
Grasped in his hand was my t-shirt. He had rolled it up and brought it in front of my face. “Mouth open.”
The t-shirt was thrust into my mouth and I bit down on it. He tied it tightly behind my head. My anxiety levels had increased. I was not sure I wanted to be gagged although I had never said I would not let him.
“No words, I don’t want to hear you and nor do I want drool on this baize,” he whispered into my ear. A hand pushed me in the back. “Bend over the table. Legs apart. Further apart, no more,” he snapped.
I was stretched wide for him and I grasped the edge of the table, spread-eagled.
“Keep still.”
He walked round the table and picked up two of the balls. The yellow one and a red one. He placed one in each of my hands.
