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This was a lesson Jonna learned quickly as well as the hard way, all but crashing onto my chest while panting a lot. Taking a moment to cuddle and kiss her, I ran my hands down her back to maintain contact and took her by the hips.
Kissing her cheek, I started to move my hips, my cock, which was still deep inside her as it happened, moving lightly between her tender pussy lips. I was coaxing a barrage of soft moans from deep within her, each instance muffled by her proximity to my chest.
Building up to a steady fuck, I finished up where she started, bringing sweet Jonna to a shaking orgasm, holding my own back.
Jonna wouldn’t stand for that, however, getting my cock immediately out of her pussy and into her mouth, sucking for all she was worth, which was quite a bit indeed, until she had drawn my load into her mouth and swallowed every drop. I’d never felt like more of a switch in my life, but I kind of liked it.
I made her look at me, partly to reassert my dominance.
What I saw on her face was something very close to love.
I know what that’s like now, too, I thought, and then told my brain to shut up.
“What do you say to some breakfast?” I asked, mostly as a distraction from the feelings flooding my own chest.
“Thank you, master.”
“Good answer.”
I was still dressed from the day before. Despite my reputation as a libertine, I was never known to let anyone see me fully naked. Only the parts that were absolutely required for the activity at hand.
I could only barely remember the last time anyone had seen me with my shirt off. To be fair, I’d been on an operating table at the time and under some pretty heavy sedation.
“Where are we going, master?” Jonna asked, as I led her from the master bedroom.
“To find you some clothes.”
“Clothes?”
“You know, those things you use to cover yourself?”
“Yes, master.”
“I’m giving you a break for the day. No work or other duties. It is important to have some time away from training, of both kinds. I’ve been pushing you hard.”
“I can handle it, master,” she insisted.
“This is for your own good. Don’t fight me on this, or I will have to spank you.”
“Yes, master.”
Her eyes widened and I felt bad about causing her to feel any fear. Still, I couldn’t have her insisting on doing things I knew she wasn’t ready for. I appreciated her dedication, but she was still pretty new to all of this and I didn’t want to risk breaking her while trying to break her in.
She had certainly packed light, making the selection process both easier and more difficult at the same time, the selection getting even narrower when we took the weather into account.
After she was dressed in a plain, cotton underwear set with a pair of jean shorts and a T-shirt, which happened to be the very same Autumn Corrosion tour tee that she’d worn to the first interview, we went down for breakfast.
I didn’t carry Jonna; she walked of her own accord. I knew it was a sudden change, but I had to make sure she knew she still had a will of her own. Otherwise, giving it to me would mean nothing. At least nothing good. I was not the sort to take advantage.
“What would you like?” I asked her.
“Whatever you make, master,” Jonna moped, sitting at the table.
“Call me Seth.”
“Really?”
“For today, yes.”
“Okay.”
The way she said it was technically giving her agreement, but there was something that rang wrong about it. A sadness I wasn’t sure about.
I’d seen it happen before, especially with newbies. They get so steeped in the dynamic that losing it could be like withdrawal. I was more certain than ever that I had done the right thing by insisting on a break.
“Hey,” I told her.
She looked towards me, but then away again. Before I could lose her gaze, I caught her chin and made her look at me.
“Hey,” I said, more softly. “I still like doing this with you, okay? We just need a break, so we don’t get too lost in things. The dynamic is great but it can’t be everything. There can be too much of a good thing.”
I gently stroked her face, and she didn’t pull away, instead pressing her cheek into my palm.
“Okay,” she said, not as sad this time.
All of a sudden, though, the peace we had made with each other was broken like shattered glass.
“Honey, I’m home!”
The door slam that followed the dreaded declaration might as well have been a nuclear bomb going off. I stood frozen as the boots clomped through the living room, my worst nightmare coming toward the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” Clara asked, strolling into the kitchen like she owned the place, “aren’t you glad to see me?”
