by Ann Summers
‘Jenna,’ said Alexander, his hand fishing down her top and finding her breast, cupping it with a large, masculine hand. It was the first time he had addressed her by her name in nearly two months of employing her.
‘What is it, you dirty bastard?’ said Jenna, running her fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck and pulling it back hard so that he was forced to look her in the eye. He cleared his throat before continuing. ‘Jenna,’ he said, his immaculate English vowels sexier than ever now that they were hoarse and husky. ‘Would you like your job back?’
CHAPTER TEN
JENNA WATCHED THE live broadcast of Alexander’s speech from the monitor in their new office, making notes with her right hand and idly stroking her clitoris with her left. Pride and lust flooded through her as he spoke the words that they had drafted together the evening before, in a late-night working session which had culminated in a three-page speech being written and Alexander binding Jenna’s wrists together with his silk tie before inserting a double-headed vibrator in her cunt and ass and masturbating over her face. The silk tie, which Jenna’s struggles had stretched and warped until it was unwearable, was currently knotted around the top of Jenna’s left thigh. She licked her lips at the memory, and tried to concentrate on Alexander’s ad-libs as his sharp tongue was turned on his political opponents.
In the three months since she had crawled underneath that podium and wrapped her lips around Alexander’s cock, her career and her relationship had both soared. At work, they were an unstoppable force, Alexander tipped to be the country’s youngest minister thanks in no small part to his dynamic head of research.
In bed, they had only one rule: that they took it in turns to be each other’s slave. This strictly observed system of alternation had been a mutual idea and a stroke of genius. No matter how domineering either of them felt, they could not take control unless it was their turn to do so: Jenna relished this rule as it gave her permission to yield even when she thought she didn’t want to. Under Alexander’s command, Jenna had found herself astonishingly compliant: with multiple orgasms as her prize, she found that she welcomed every humiliation he could bestow upon her. And, once she had broken down his initial reluctance to accept her as his mistress, she was astonished by Alexander’s capacity for subservience. Devising new and original punishments was as challenging as any professional task he ever set her. He was not the straightforward sub she had expected him to be – and she loved him all the more for it.
As the sun set over London, Alexander lay prone on the floor of Jenna’s apartment, his legs forced apart by a black chrome bar that was shackled to his ankles and his arms splayed by a similar contraption which attached to his wrists and his neck. He bit down hard on the riding crop which had been forced between his teeth. Jenna, wearing one of Alexander’s crisp white shirts, unbuttoned to display firm breasts with erect nipples, straddled his body, powering down with her thighs, hooking her forefingers between her fat pussy lips and parting them slightly to show him the swelling of her clitoris and the shiny pink shell of her cunt, slick with her juices.
‘Mfnffmm, nmmm, nnnnffnf,’ said Alexander, the vein that bulged on his neck matching the one that snaked along the shaft of his turgid dick.
‘What’s that, slave?’ said Jenna, cupping her hand behind her ear. ‘Did you want something?’
Alexander struggled, the muscles on his arms and chest rippling as he struggled to break free of his irons. He tried to rid his mouth of the crop, but Jenna had fastened the neck brace so tightly that he could not move his jaw.
‘Did you want, for example, for me to wrap my tight hole around your prick? Hmm? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?’ She remained in a squatting position, her glistening cunt a hair’s breadth away from the smooth tip of Alexander’s prick. She adjusted the cufflinks monogrammed with Alexander’s initials that glittered at her wrists and examined her nails. He squirmed beneath her, his muffled moans growing louder.
‘I’m sorry, I can’t hear you,’ Jenna said, lowering herself a fraction of a centimetre so that she could feel the warmth of his body but not make contact with his skin. She frowned. ‘What have I told you about mumbling to me?’
She delivered a sharp slap to the side of Alexander’s face. His dick, already fat and solid, became even more engorged. His cock rose to meet her cunt. Jenna closed her own eyes and sighed. She had intended to punish Alexander if he had made first contact but when his flesh brushed against hers, she surrendered to its magnetism. She let her thighs go slack and her pussy, already convulsing with pre-orgasmic contractions, was let down onto Alexander’s waiting prick, wrapping itself around the warm rod of flesh. She let the rough scrawl of his pubic hair massage her proudly stiff clitoris. She came in seconds, knowing that Alexander’s climax would not be far behind. Jenna felt his balls brush her ass as they rose up into his body, then clamped her thumb and forefinger over his nose, denying him breath for a split second before he came. His eyes widened as pleasure merged with panic, before Jenna released her grip. Oxygen flooded Alexander’s lungs at the same time as his spunk filled Jenna’s hole, and she tightened her tender pussy around his grateful cock, ripping the crop from his mouth so that he could thank her for his climax. As soon as he began to speak, she bent down to kiss the words from his lips, her breasts brushing against the firm torso that was slick with sweat, hands unfastening the neck brace, her fingers stroking the hair of the man who was her employer, her lover, her slave.
Ten minutes later they were in Jenna’s shower, their two bodies wedged into a cubicle designed for one.
‘My turn next time,’ said Alexander, working the shampoo into Jenna’s hair, taking care not to let any suds sting her eyes.
‘I know,’ said Jenna, enjoying his fingers massaging her scalp. ‘I can’t wait to find out what you’ve got planned.’ She let the water cascade over her body, washing her clean. She used a sponge to bathe the red welts on Alexander’s neck. ‘I do hope your collar and tie cover that mark,’ she said, kissing him better as he turned off the water. ‘We can’t have you looking like a sub in front of the voters, can we?’
They dried each other, Jenna astonished to find, as he threaded a soft white towel through her legs and sawed at her clit, that she was ready to make love again. The flutter between her thighs became a throb. She glanced down at Alexander’s dick, still in recovery, wondering if he was ready for round two.
‘I know that look,’ he said, as she licked her lips and turned her face up towards his. ‘Christ, you really are an insatiable little slut, aren’t you.’
Jenna didn’t answer, but instead pulled him to her, their two bodies coming together as equals, their kisses tender rather than sparring, as they took the first steps towards the ‘straight’ sex that Jenna would once have dismissed as vanilla but she now found almost as rewarding as power play. As Alexander’s hands smoothed down the damp skin on her butt and back and his dick stiffened against her thigh, she felt her insides turn into hot liquid and her pussy soften and yield. He was inside her in seconds, lifting her up effortlessly, staggering forwards with her still impaled on his cock, her tits squashed up against his chest. With a cold slap, she felt the tiled wall on her wet back and leaned against it as Alexander gently rocked her to orgasm. He came inside her, copious spunk gushing forth from balls she thought she’d drained less than an hour ago. When they had both come, they slid down the wall together, slumped together on white towels strewn on the floor.
‘There’s just one thing I don’t know,’ said Jenna, as Alexander’s tongue played join-the-dots with the tiny nicks and bruises that now dappled Jenna’s skin. ‘What took you so long? To let me take charge.’ Her hand cupped his still-sensitive balls and made him wince.
‘Let me explain something, Jenna,’ said Alexander, turning over onto his belly and propping himself up on his meaty forearms. ‘Ever since I was a boy, I’d been obsessed with politics and power. It was all I wanted, from school onwards. And I found it so easy to contr
ol people. Colleagues, women, friends, … no-one had ever challenged me. And then you came skating round the corner in Sydney, and told me what to do, and it was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. Afterwards, I was terrified. I was scared of what would happen if I let my guard down again. I was so relieved that you were on the other side of the world, that you were a one-off.’ He bit down on Jenna’s breast as if to assert his dominance while explaining his vulnerability. ‘And then you turned up here, in my office, and now I had a proper career and everything to lose … you can see why I was scared.’
‘So that’s why you had to dominate me before you’d let me take charge of you,’ replied Jenna, sure she had solved the final mystery of Alexander’s mind game. ‘You needed to know that I could be vulnerable too before we could take things further. That’s so sweet.’
‘No,’ said Alexander, hooking a finger inside Jenna’s cunt and massaging their mingled juices into her. He laughed at her. ‘It’s a nice theory, but the truth is much less complicated.’
‘What then?’ said Jenna.
‘It was my turn,’ he said, smiling. Jenna joined in his laughter, then felt a churning sensation overwhelm her body as Alexander’s eyes grew serious. ‘And it’s my turn again now. Close your eyes.’
Jenna let her eyelids lower and fall. Let the surrender begin.
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