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He wriggled his other foot. “Only the big toe. The others are jealous.”
While his eyes never left the document, mine rolled upwards, and I stifled a giggle—more diversionary therapy. I sucked each toe in turn, ten little soldiers. When I’d finished, he rested his feet once more on my bottom, and I dismissed my lists, pushing the papers away. I had a familiar buzz swarming about my body, an expectation of more to come. Whatever distraction he had planned, I was ready for it. Lists be damned.
Taking me to bed, he reclined next to me and circled my nipples.
He lowered his lips and kissed one of my pert pebbles. “Come when you like, and you may touch me as you wish.”
I snatched a breath as a multitude of shivers erupted all over my skin.
The statement was his code for equality in lovemaking. I traversed his chest with my moist lips, travelling down to his groin and straight to one of my favourite kissing locations—those strong adductor muscles lying like rods next to his lower belly. Then I licked his inner thighs and testicles, and he rewarded me with a groan of delight. While my mouth partook of his divine flavour, my hands wandered about his manly terrain, stroking his pubic hairs, caressing his abdominal muscles or wherever they chose to visit.
Between my legs, I leaked a trail over the sheet, signalling my readiness. I lowered my sopping pussy onto his strapping erection. Astride his hips, I leaned over him, placing my hands on either side of his face, feeling his firm jaw beneath my fingertips.
“My handsome husband,” I purred. “I don’t deserve you.”
I rode him gently, rocking back and forth, skewering myself on his cock. Building to my climax, I increased the pace and urgency, pressing down on his chest and levering myself up and down while my breasts bounced right before his parted lips. Throughout my energetic bucking, he remained hands off. Every time I opened my eyes, I spied his impassive look of nothingness.
When I first bedded him, Jason’s ability to remain inexpressive had disconcerted me, as if he gained no pleasure from my efforts. Now, I understood my Dom and recognised he held himself in check. Once he was ready, he would pounce and demonstrate the power and control he held over my sensual being, which would prove intense and worth the wait.
I arched my back, digging my fingers into his firm pectorals, and he gasped. “Oh God!” I cried. “I’m coming!”
An explosion of nerve endings erupted around my convulsing pussy. My arms gave way, and my head flopped by his shoulder. Exhilarating waves of spasms echoed about my trembling body. Jason sighed and encased me in a bear hug, as my orgasm rippled on.
“I think you enjoyed that.” He stroked my back, sweeping his hand from my neck down to my rump. I kept my head nestled in the pillow by his shoulder, muffling my pants, and tucked my arms underneath my tummy, sandwiching them between our bellies while, below, his rock-hard cock remained interred in my tensing pussy. I felt like a cocoon about to give birth to a butterfly that would fly high into the sky
“Yes,” I mumbled. “I love being on top.”
“So do I!”
He flipped over, taking me with him, and I rolled onto my belly. His cock slipped out as we twisted into a new position. He lay on top of me, flattening his body against mine with a weight I struggled to tolerate, as he pinned me down. I sank my face down into the mattress, and once again, my heartbeats raced with excitement.
“Good girl,” he growled and entered me, gliding into my wet interior. He bucked his hips, slapping against my bottom, and the brisk smacks echoed about the room. A strangely idyllic sensation passed over me, even though he used me with force.
He took his time, too, altering his rhythm and pace, occasionally teasing with the smooth tip of his cock before ramming back into me, confusing my impending orgasm, keeping it at bay. I relished his control.
“Your lists,” he grunted. “Where are they now?”
I’d forgotten all about checklists and my gallery. “Nowhere.”
His pace increased, causing him to pant hot breaths across my back, growling his exertions into my ear. His battering excited my tender clitoris, and I alternated between thumping the bed and clawing at my pillow. I lifted my pelvis, letting him go deeper, and the wonderful chafing sensation of his cock against my G-spot drove me to an inevitable conclusion.
“I am coming, Sir,” I bawled.
He joined me, and we both shuddered before going rigid with cries of completion.
Disengaged from my saturated vagina, he pulled the coverings over us and spooned around my foetal position.
“Sleep. No thoughts,” he murmured.
Using his practised lovemaking skills—hovering his style between considerate lover and demanding Dominant—he’d induced a stupor in me. Sleep would be easy after such a splendid fuck, and I was desperate for a good night.
“Thank you, Jason,” I managed to say as I dozed off.
Chapter 27. The Opening
My gallery opening had much in common with a wedding day: the caterers, guests, photographers, and the obligatory speech, and I woke up early, nervous and excited.
Jason inflicted a sadistic surprise upon me as I stirred in bed: bites, one on each buttock cheek, which, based on previous experience would leave noticeable teeth marks. I screamed into my pillow as he did them.
