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For some reason his dirty uncouth words were what I needed to complete my flourishing arousal. Sometimes niceties were what I desired - the please and thank yous of a genteel lover - other times I quite enjoyed being spoken to as if I was a whore in the making. Probably because sometimes I was close to being an all-out slut.
I wiggled my bum at him and he threw further coarse words at me in response. My hidden face was grinning as if being verbally insulted was an important aspect of our play. I lapped up the attention after being neglected all afternoon. Perhaps he too was smiling at me as he admonished me. I was bent over in the middle of the room, grasping my ankles tightly, legs splayed wide with a spreader. Jason bound my ankles to my wrists with leather cuffs. He stood behind me waiting to begin and gripped my waist tightly, fingertips digging into my flesh as he held me upright.
“What do you have to say to me, fuck hole,” he smacked a buttock hard.
“I’m sorry I questioned your intentions, sir.” I spoke breathlessly to him from between my legs. I focused on the floor, feeling him grasp my waist even tighter in his hands, as if I had handles attached to my sides.
“Good girl. You are looking so fuckable now, quite delectable,” he said, then slammed deep into my sopping pussy.
He rocked me back and forth, on and off his hard cock. I could hear my juices squelching in response to his fast movements. Exhaling in short bursts, my eyes tightly shut, I waited for him to finish. I saw words and numbers littered about my mind as I tried hard to limit my own arousal. It was especially hard to hold back as he seemed to be making me sink to a new level of service to him. He was rough and the spanking continued unabated as he fucked me. Fingers clawed my flesh and at one point he bit my neck in a long hard suck. Pain was being transmitted into me by his actions and to my delight it only made me want to come more. He reached a noisy climax, having denied me mine own. Then I realised I let him use me with my head upside down. Perhaps I was finally beginning to put my fears to rest. Jason was looking after me now, a different man, not the one I feared.
The night was young and he continued his sexual admonishment of my body into the early hours. A good job I had used the douche as he lowered himself into my back passage from above me while my legs were scooped back over my head. My backside was covered in stripes from the crop and my breasts were glowing pink from all the blows. He eventually let me come with the favoured vibrating wand pressed painfully hard on my clitoris.
I writhed and screamed loudly as if it was only pain I was feeling. Underneath the tenderness was a tremendous climax of contentment and catharsis.
While I screamed, he held me tight and called me dirty names. Lapping up the vulgarity made my orgasm sweep on and on and I let a few tears descend my face as I saw him smile down at me. Switching off the vibrator, he released me from his scene and I had to admit, when I stumbled back to the bedroom to shower and sleep, that I found his methods very agreeable if perverse.
***
Jason had gone to play golf and I had the house to myself. With no apartment to return to, I busied myself with tasks. I had unpacked my boxes, contrary to my fears it all vanished easily into the wardrobes and drawers. He planned for one of the upstairs bedrooms to be converted into my hobby room. I needed to choose one and he would arrange to have it redecorated and furnished for me. I wandered around and after some thought picked the room with the best light and view to paint in. I was starting to consider myself at home for the first time. I dug out my bikini and decided to go for a swim, although I could not contemplate doing it in the nude. As Jason requested I let the gatehouse know before I walked over to the old stable block.
The thumbprint access worked fine and I slipped out of my clothes revealing my bikini. I slithered into the water and slowly swam a few lengths up and down. Noise distracted me, I noticed torrential rain was pouring down outside and the sky looked bleak with early darkness descending. Floating on the water, quite relaxed and content with my state of affairs, I was in the lap of decadent luxury.
Splashes of water landed on my face and I jumped out of my floating revelry to find Jason crouched by the side of the pool with his hand in the water. He had a wide grin on his face as he shook the water off his hand.
“Jason, you almost gave me a heart attack!” I yelled at him. “What happened to the golf?”
He pointed to the window and the sheets of rain falling against it. I made that O shape with my mouth.
“I came back for some other entertainment and tracked you down to here.” Jason stood up. “Get out of the water, I’ve no intention of experiencing any more wetness after being drenched on the greens.”
I noticed then he was not wearing his golfing clothes, he was in his jeans and a sweatshirt. I slowly climbed out of the water using the steps. Jason held out a towel for me and wrapped it around my shoulders. He led me to a lounger and I used it to prop my legs on while I rubbed them down.
“You’d better take that wet bikini off,” he spoke from behind me, snapping the elasticated waistband with a twang.
I unfastened my bikini top and let it drop on the floor followed by the bottom section. His hands rested on my waist and he traced his thumbs up and down my spine, almost tickling me.
Please, please, please! It was all I could think. Being with Jason made a voracious animal.
He sniffed me. “You smell of chlorine, shame, but I’ll cope. Do you remember when we first came here you were concerned about our privacy?” he asked.
I nodded almost perceivably. I was still aware of my self-consciousness.
“Yes, sir - is what you say. I think we need to deal with this issue. Perhaps if I fuck you blatantly in front of this window you might lose your inhibitions. Umm? What do you think, Gemma?” his voice whispered in my ear seductively.
“Yes, sir,” I answered clearly.
The rain had stopped, the sky was beginning to clear and the dying dregs of sunlight have penetrated into the room warming it up noticeably. My body was quivering slightly in anticipation. I still felt well used from last night.
“Today has been disappointing, not to complete my game has left me frustrated and incomplete. I’m quite tense. Then I think of you and I find myself losing that tension. I believe I would have won that game if the rain hadn’t arrived,” his voice had an edge to it like his unresolved frustration. “And here you are ready for me, naked and sexy, all mine to be taken. Most pleasing.”
“Yours, sir,” I murmured with a thump in my chest. Eyes shut for a few seconds I waited for him to make his next move.
Jason re-positioned me against the headrest end of the lounger, which was raised up into a sitting position. With firm deliberation, he pushed me over it, my bottom forced up high. I held on to the sides of the lounger my head pressed against the fabric of the padding. My heart was beating loudly in my ears. I saw his sweatshirt land on the tiles and heard the sound of his zipper being released. Then my ponytail was grasped hard and my head pulled back. With one hand on my hip, I was speared by him with one smooth thrust. I was so wet from his seductive voice that I took it with little resistance and I moaned loudly. Then he started to move with brutal energy and I felt a wonderful connection to him.
Oh, God, let me come please!
Jason did not intend to let me enjoy myself. I was left bent over and breathless as he scooped to pick up his sweatshirt and reassemble his clothing. As he was about to leave he flicked my bottom with a finger.
