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To my surprise, I come much sooner than I’m used to. Other girls take a lot longer to get me to shoot my load into their often medically-enhanced faces.

There’s nothing fake about Aurora’s face. It’s the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. Those eyes are magic.

I realize I want to look into her eyes as I come and pull her head back a little until I feel myself fall into them, like a raindrop falls into a lake.

She looks at me, and I erupt. It’s massive, it’s huge, and it feels oh so fucking fantastic.

Time starts to slow down for me as I drown in Aurora’s eyes and continue to shoot my cream-colored cum into her. She drinks every last drop of my juices. None of it spills.

When I pull out of her, I’m wrapped in some fucking afterglow I’ve never felt before.

She smiles at me, licks her lips, and tilts her head a little to the right.

“What shall we do now?”Chapter 28Aurora

Each and every one of my nerve cells tingles with anticipation.

I watch Jasper out of the corner of my eye as he catches his breath and stalks to the bar to get us a drink.

At least, I think he’s getting us a drink.

On the spur of the moment, I decide to go and turn on some music. I connect my phone to his Bluetooth speakers and click on some jazz. And as soon as I hear the first few bars, my body starts to sway and twist and turn in time to the slow, moody tones of the saxophone.

There’s something about the soulful sound of a sax. It creeps right through me and settles in my heart. It leaves me with a yearning and a desire for something I can’t put my finger on.

Security? Love? A combination of both?

My eyes are half-closed and my hands are resting on my thighs. It feels strange, and yet I’m somehow at ease. I’ve never danced naked in front of anyone. Come to think of it, I’ve never danced naked, period—except, of course, for that one time when I was up for auction.

I found my power then, and I’m finding it again now—with Jasper.

“A little something for the lady?”

Jasper is standing in front of me in all his glory. My eyes widen as I see the size of his hardened cock. It hasn’t taken him too long to recover.

I see his muscular six-pack and wonder how many crunches he does to get his muscles looking like that. His chest is bulging, and I see muscles upon gorgeously sculpted muscles. I could feast on him all day.

I take a sip of my drink and smile. My body is still softly swaying to the sax.

“Keep dancing,” Jasper commands, and I oblige.

His voice is short, sharp, and almost military-like. It sends goosebumps down my neck and back and leaves me a little wetter between my legs.

In anticipation, I close my eyes and lick my lips.

“Faster. And touch yourself.”

Slowly, deliberately I move one hand up and one down. My right hand travels to my tits and my left one to my pussy. I turn and spin and my hands match my body movements.

“Ohh,” I moan, twirling my nipples between my index finger and thumb.

“Come closer.”

The commands are shot out of Jasper’s mouth like bullets out of a rifle. Instead of fear, anxiety, or nerves—I want more.

With Good Girl Aurora having gone on vacation, Bad Girl Aurora is making the most of things. Good Girl Aurora would have been too frightened to move if someone had commanded her to do something, but not Bad Girl Aurora. Bad Girl Aurora enjoys this type of talk.

“On your knees,” commands Jasper, and I find my knees giving way before he even finishes the command.

It’s almost as if I’ve turned into a puppet on strings. There’s not a wooden handle or a whip to make me obey his every command.

No, he doesn’t need something physical. Jasper has something far more powerful at his disposal. He uses his words to make me obey.

On my hands and knees, I look up at him expectantly. I feel things with him; a connection is brewing between us right under the surface.

Before I can open my mouth to say something, Jasper is moving behind me. It all happens very fast. Something thin and malleable strikes my fleshy ass cheek.

“Ouch!” I howl and glance backwards.

He’s holding a leather whip with spliced ends.

Fuck. Maybe I spoke too soon about the whip.

I can feel my skin reddening where he lashed me, but I fucking like it.

“I didn’t say you could speak,” barks Jasper and hits me again, harder.

The pain shoots through me, and I bite my lip. A tear drips down my cheek, but at the same time, I feel my insides burn with hot desire, and the juices start to flow.

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