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Jason’s fingers roved, drifted around her front, squeezing between the polished wood and her breasts. He cupped them through her bra cups, not harshly, but enough to make her clench her pussy. “I like the way you smell.”
Nothing else. No criticism of her change in plans. It reminded her he might enjoy controlling her orgasms, but he’d no inclination to interfere with her day-to-day life, as long as it didn’t stray too far from the norms of routine. She relaxed and he rose, freeing her from his clutches, letting her suck in a lungful of air.
He spoke softly. “You know I can’t resist you. Seeing you over the Webcam is just as hard for me. I deny you because then I have this connection to you, knowing when I see you again, you’ll be desperate for relief. I love watching you come, seeing you burst into life.”
His touch went. She heard the sounds of fabric being disassembled. He stripped quickly, and it added to her enthusiasm. He would see her glistening sex and the puffed lips lining her slit, inviting him in.
“Oh my God!” Her legs jellified. He’d placed his sizable erection between her buttocks. Nestled it there for her to feel its girth and stiffness. He rocked slightly, letting his cock drive her crazy as he dipped it close to her pussy.
Jason held her wrists and slid them over the surface of the table, stretching her arms above her head, pinning her down. His cock, leathery, hard, and dry, pressed into her entrance and her wetness greeted it—the paddling may have been challenging, but it had still infused her with wantonness. Her eager pussy flexed and opened for him. The stiff end of his cock slipped into her hole—a deep frictionless penetration.
“A hard fuck, Gem,” he warned her as his balls touched her cleft. “This time you can come. I want to see it. Feel it.” He grunted as his hips pounded her, knocking her pelvis against the table.
The edge of the table hurt. Squashed between him and the corner, the pressure quickly made her clitoris tender.
“That’s it, baby, you squeeze me hard and come.”
Jason shifted. Letting go of her wrists, he grabbed her waist and pinioned her. Fingers pressed into the rawness of her spanked bottom, and she had to hang onto the table edge with her fingers.
The orgasm, even with her crushed clitoris, was stupendous and triggered his own spillage. He pumped many times, emptying every last drop into her pussy.
“That is how this table gets used. By me, for me,” he panted. “Good girl.”
Gemma should have appreciated his compliment—he was content to use her, and she had given him the pleasure he sought from her. However, somehow, she couldn’t recover from the sense of disappointment, of failing him, and the regret remained.
“I’m struggling with the Webcam,” she explained as they cuddled in bed after abandoning his study. “Doing sex over the phone is okay. I can’t see you. Having you on the screen really makes me hot for you. I was overcome with fatigue and unrequited lust yesterday. Pathetic and silly, I suppose. Then you had a phone call in the middle of me—”
“Phone call?”
“Yes,” she whispered, she buried her face in her pillow. “You spoke to someone in German. It finished me off.”
“Are you a linguaphile, Gem? You got turned on by me speaking German? Your ears have gone pink!”
She flopped on her back. “Why didn’t you let me come? I’m all on my own and—”
“Babe, I don’t have to give a reason, do I?”
“No. I suppose not.” She sulked a fraction, her lips pulled together in a blatant pout.
“No.” He stretched out in the bed, yawning. “I do think you need a little refresher in denial and, if you’re having problems with the Webcam, it wouldn’t be a bad thing. Reinstate the motivation to please me and not yourself. You’re out of practice and it’s a point of good focus for improving your attitude. No orgasms for a week.”
She should have guessed the serious side of their relationship would be reinforced at some point since Joshua’s birth. She’d been coasting, pleasing herself as much as him. “As you wish, Master.” She curled up into a ball. A week of orgasm denial would leave her fighting her submission on a daily basis. Probably do her the world of good.
The next day, Gemma avoided sitting down and even fed Joshua standing up. The nanny cast a wary eye over her stiff posture. The raised eyebrows were back on Clara’s face. Unlike the previous day, Gemma decided to lift the lid on recent events.
“Bad day yesterday. Not a happy Master.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh.” Clara paused, and the corners of her lips twitched. “A whips or paddle sort of day?”
The nanny may have chosen to say little about Gemma’s lifestyle, but it was obvious she had a greater insight into it than she let on.
“Paddle, actually,” Gemma admitted with a grin. “Rather a lot of paddle.”
“Did you kiss and make up afterwards?” Clara mashed up potato for Joshua’s lunch.
“Uh. Not really. More a case of fuck-and-be-damned approach.”
Clara burst out laughing, her rather sombre façade broken for the first time.
