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Chapter 13
Jodie
This was not normal. No one sat on a kitchen counter naked and masturbated for a…no, he wasn’t a boyfriend. What was he? I stared. Klaus wanted me to say I was his slave, which made him my Master? No way. That was one step too far for this liberated woman, no matter how many erotic books I read.
“Start now,” he growled.
I jumped. My hand went to my groin, to my clit. I sucked in a shaky breath at the way my clit had suddenly become the center of everything – of his gaze, of my body, of what I was doing. Things awakened, tingled. My finger and thumb down there found that rightful place I recalled from so many nights alone. Only this time Klaus was looking…like last night. The amazing last night. It bothered me, then as I adjusted my thinking, it aroused me more than I thought possible.
I’d done this. I closed my eyes and played. Fingers manipulated and rubbed, thrust up inside me to the sound of liquid squishes. My clit rose higher and welcomed the rhythmic caress of my finger and thumb. I arched, hearing my own ragged breathing, and knew that with a little more I’d be there, gasping in ecstasy.
“Stop.”
Incredulous, I opened my eyes.
Klaus shook his finger. “No.”
Obedience had become second nature. I withdrew my hand and despite the throbbing in my groin, I waited, still with my groin presented for him.
“Hop off, turn around and lie your front on the counter with your ass out for me to see.”
Like most of his recent commands, I could see little if any emotion behind it. Yet I knew he must be aroused. The bulge in his jeans said so. That, got me going. I loved the thought I could do this. I didn’t care if he wanted to thrash my rear end and make me scream. I wanted to please him.
Oh fuck. Bad. I’m going down some Alice in Kinkyland rabbit hole here.
I slid off, wriggling as my poor bottom stuck here and there. Then I turned, and lay on the counter, my breasts on the cool top, so I was showing him my ass. I waited. My awfully loud clock on the wall ticked like crazy. I shifted, arched, and presented my ass even higher, knowing what a wanton slut I must look like. That got me even hotter.
“You look so fuckable.”
Those words riveted me to the spot. Klaus hardly ever swore.
As his finger toyed with the edge of my entrance, slowly swirling around, stretching me, my eyelids fluttered at the pleasure. Then he stopped.
“This first. To clear the slate.”
He struck my ass with his hand, twice. The slaps rang in the little kitchen and left me panting, head on the counter, mouth agape as I huffed hot breaths into the laminate. That, I’d liked. So hot. It hurt but the afterglow had made my whole lower body come alive in the very best way.
I heard the unzip of his jeans.
His cock pressed into my entrance.
I quivered, waited, felt the slow push and slide inside. The slow stretch. Oh God.
“Doing good, Jodie. Do not move.”
I didn’t. But I groaned as he pushed his cock in, and then out. The shunting movement was so excruciatingly gradual that I wanted to thrust back. But I didn’t. I was good. I bit my forearm, and let him do it all. A climax built and built as he kept going, fucking me slowly. He paused, balls deep, so deep I was filled to the brim and gasping, groaning.
“Now, I’m stopping. I’m going to fuck your mouth instead. I’m coming inside your mouth, with your juices on my dick, and you will swallow.”
Then he pulled out and was gone.
I keened.
I fucking keened. I wanted him back in. I wiggled my butt, enticing him. One. More. Thrust.
“No.” He slapped my butt gently. “Turn. Kneel. Open your mouth.”
This, was pushing it. Blow jobs, I could do, but when I wanted him inside me so fiercely? I slumped with my forehead to the laminate. Then I did as he ordered. Exactly. I slipped to my knees.
