Jess moved backwards and fiddled with Max's flies, releasing his hard cock from his pants.
"Fuck me," she whispered to him, done with the foreplay now.
She lay on the study floor, kicking the chair backwards.
Max lay down on top of her and quickly, so quickly, they were fucking and then, both of them panting and sweating and finally grunting, they came.
"Fuck, that was good!" Max said.
Jess moaned. "Oh, my god, I know. I love being spanked. It made me feel so hot and horny."
"It made me feel in charge," Max said, laughing.
"Yeah, cause you never get to do that!" Jess said, her voice dry.
Max trailed his fingers over her nipples. "You know what I mean."
Jess grinned. "Yeah, I'm a bossy cow and you never get to do anything because of my nagging!"
"Exactly!"
Jess slapped his hand off her. "If I'm so bossy, how come you were the one doing the spanking? Maybe we need to change that next time?"
Max nodded. "I'm all for that. I'm easy."
Jess grinned and touched his ready-to-go-again cock. "I can see that."
Still slippery and sweaty from their last orgasm, Jess lay on top of Max and started kissing him, feeling his cock slip inside her.
They went slower this time, Jess grinding down and Max thrusting upwards.
Max pushed her off and onto her stomach. He entered her from behind, pushing his dick into her pussy and enjoying the different angle. Jess pushed her backside up, meeting each of his thrusts. She slipped a hand underneath her and played with her clit until she came. Just afterwards, Max did too.
Chapter Seventeen
Jess spent the morning rooting through her drawers, looking for some scarves. She was planning to tie Max up tonight and she thought she might even use the ping-pong paddle on him.
She was getting into this sexy stuff now. She wasn't going to speak to her expert - she had been tied up herself once before, by an ex, and knew it was pretty sexy. She had felt vulnerable and exposed - but both in a good way.
She was looking forward to being the dominant one for a change and she had it all planned out.
She'd had some more feedback from Leyla - loads of people emailing and tweeting about her blog, it was proving to be really popular. She felt like she owed it to her readers to do good stuff, so she could report back to them!
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When Max walked through the door, Jess was delighted to see the look of shock on his face. She had gone all out. She was wearing knee-length black leather boots, stockings, black lacy knickers and a black lacy push-up bra.
She knew she looked hot.
"Get upstairs," She told him, barely letting him get into the hall.
She followed him upstairs, desperate to get her hands on him.
"Strip," she said, picking up the three black scarves off the bed - one silk, two chiffon.
"Lie down."
Max did as he was told. "I love your job," he whispered.
Jess smirked. "Lie down. On your stomach."
Max lay on their bed, head to one side and Jess started tying him up.
She used one scarf to tie both his hands above his head, threading the silk through the bars of the headboard. She didn't tie him too tightly, but she knew he wouldn't be able to escape. She also knew he wouldn't want to escape.
She spread his legs and tied one to each bedpost at the bottom of the bed.
"Nice," Max said.
Jess smiled. She wanted to tease and torment him a little bit.
She started off trailing her fingers up and down his legs; she loved that he couldn't move - that he was at her mercy.
She teased her fingers across the underside of his balls, watching his body stiffen at her touch.
She massaged his back, alternating a heavy, deep rub and a gentle lingering touch.
She smothered his skin in tiny kisses, licked and sucked at his neck, stuck her tongue in his ear.
She left him helpless, while she got the paddle from the bedside drawer. She held it above his backside and, with one hand tickling his balls, she slapped the bat down on his backside with the other.
Max's yelp was half agony, half pleasure. She whispered in his ear, pressing her tits against his back, "Like that?"
Max nodded. "Oh, yeah."
Jess grinned.
She slapped the paddle down on his arse again, and then straight after, on the red mark, licked and kissed him. Kissing away the pain.
Max straightened his back.
She could tell that it was killing him, not being able to move.
She lay with her head between his legs, and licked and sucked the underside of his balls.
At the same time, she lifted the paddle and slapped his butt again.
"Fuck!" Max said his voice thicker than she'd heard before. His desire was evident.
Jess undid the ties around his legs.
"Turn over," she told him.
Max turned and then she tied his legs again.
His face was heavy with longing. She knew how desperate he was to touch her and kiss her.
Watching him watch her, she undid her bra and then let her tits graze his mouth. He moved his head and managed to lick at her nipple before she moved out of his reach.
She trailed her nipples along his legs, his thighs, his balls and his cock.
Watching his face, eyes full of longing, his hands straining at his ties, she lowered her mouth onto his cock.
She didn't want to make him come, so she teased him for a while, rubbing her teeth on his cock and swirling her tongue around the very tip of him. She rubbed at one of his nipples with one hand and she pinched at his balls with the other.
She kissed his mouth, his neck and his chest. She licked at his thighs and slipped her hands under his backside to squeeze at it.
She was whipping him into a frenzy, she could tell. His body was no longer still, he wasn't relaxed and enjoying himself, he was wriggling and squirming, pulling at his ties and desperate to touch her, to take control.
She was enjoying the fact that he couldn't.
She wanted to bring him to the brink.
She wanted to make him scream.
She pulled off her knickers and watched Max staring.
She slithered up his body, kissing her way to his mouth and slipping her wetness onto his dick. She was more than ready for him.
She sat up, letting Max watch her tits bounce, and then ground down on him for a minute or so. Then she came off him, started kissing his chest and then licking his balls again.
She touched her self, caressing her nipples and then lowering them into his mouth.
She was surprised by how much she was enjoying being in control. She didn't usually touch herself this much - she got a little bit bashful if Max was watching her, but today it felt sexy and hot. She felt really horny and knew how hard this was for Max, not being able to move.
She lowered herself onto his cock again.
This time, she kissed him while she bounced up and down on him.
She swivelled around on his dick so that she was facing his feet.
She used one hand to balance and with the other, she played with his balls.
She was really close to coming and almost didn't want to.
She wanted this to go on all night.
She smiled, knowing that Max would be wishing he could reach out and caress her backside. Wishing he could do anything.
She turned around so that she was facing him again, and this time she was aiming for the climax. She ground down on him and then lifted up so that he was almost out of her and then ground down again; she built up a rhythm and then came with a blinding shudder. Max came a few seconds later, his face a picture, with his hands and legs still bound.
She climbed off him and kissed his mouth.
She started untying him.
"How was that for you?" she asked him.
"Oh my god, Jessie. Unbelievable. That's my new favourite. It
was just excruciatingly lush not being able to move. It was..." Max trailed off and Jess laughed. She enjoyed making him speechless.
Jess grinned, "It's mine too, if it makes you speechless!"
"Funny!" Max laughed.
"Got something else to keep you quiet," she said. "We're going to a sex club tomorrow!"
Max sat bolt upright. "What?! An orgy?"
Jess shook her head. "Not necessarily. The list says voyeurism, so I think we can just watch."
"Crazy!" Max was shaking his head, but still smiling, which she thought was a good sign.
She had received a text off Leyla earlier on, which had given her directions to the club and some more information about the establishment.
Jess wasn't sure she was looking forward to it, really.
"Good thing I love you," Max said, and soon after, he was snoring.
Jess kissed his head. "Love you, too."
She left him to sleep and went to write her blog, already worrying about the sex club tomorrow.
What should she wear?
What would it be like?
Would they be wearing fetish gear or normal clothes?
She was getting a bit of a headache about it, to be honest, and was looking forward to talking to her expert about it all.
Chapter Eighteen
Jess woke up in an uncomfortable position - she tried to turn onto her side but she was stuck.
She opened her eyes, suddenly feeling wide awake.
Max was smiling down at her, and she could see and feel that her arms were tied above her head.
"Thought I'd return the favour," he said, kissing her forehead. "It's not freaking you out though, is it?"
Jess tried to move her legs. They were held together and tied to the bottom of the bed. Apart from the sleep-sweat and morning breath, she didn't really mind this. She felt like a damsel in distress.
Jess shook her head.
He pulled the duvet off her, leaving her feeling cold and exposed.
She felt her nipples spring up, cold and tight.
She wriggled a little bit, feeling the unfamiliar tightness at her wrists and ankles. It felt okay - it felt submissive, which she didn't mind - but obviously a very different feeling from the power she had felt over Max yesterday.
Max pulled off his clothes and left them on the floor.
He started kissing Jess's nipples, really sucking, licking and nibbling.
Normally, Jess would push him off, or guide him to do something else, when it got too much for her, but today she was helpless. She wanted him to stop but couldn't make him, so she just squirmed and wriggled and thrashed, while he teased, and caressed and sucked and licked her, till she felt like she was going crazy and she was actually begging him to stop.
He gave her a devilish grin and then started kissing down her body.
He untied her feet and, spreading her legs gently he tied one foot to each bedpost and then started touching her wet pussy.
He caressed and fingered her, slipping his fingers in and out, and circling her clit with his thumb.
Again, Jess found it hard not being able to guide the action. He was driving her to the point of orgasm and then pulling back, leaving her frustrated with desire and wanting to scream.
Jess thrashed her head from side to side. "Just finish, Max, I need to come!"
Max grinned and knelt above her, dipping only the tip of his cock inside her.
Jess thrust upwards to meet him, but he pulled back out.
He spent the next ten minutes driving her wild, moving from neck to nipple, to pussy, to thigh, to backside, his lips working their magic and his fingers making her quiver.
She could tell that Max was enjoying being in charge and, as much as it was driving her crazy, she thought it was pretty sexy, too.
Max entered her again, his strokes long and powerful, until he could feel her excitement building.
Then he pulled out again. Jess squealed in frustration.
"Max!" her voice was tinged with hysteria.
This was driving her wild.
She needed to come.
She needed him to stay inside her.
She needed him to stop teasing and taunting her.
Max wasn't done, though.
He started licking her pussy again; his tongue making circles around her clit, while a finger made circles around her nipples.
"I want you to just please fuck me now!" Jess said, each word coinciding with Max thrusting his tongue inside her.
Max laughed. "I love this, Jess."
Jess grinned. "Me, too, but I can't hold on to you, I can't keep you where I want you."
"Exactly - I'm in charge!"
Max moved up until his balls were just above her mouth. He lowered them down and Jess reached her tongue upwards to lick at him.
"Let me suck you," she said, even though she would have had no choice but to suck him, had he decided to put his dick in her mouth; she was totally at his mercy. And she found she didn't mind it one bit.
She licked at his cock, sucking at it and licking at it until Max pulled back.
"I'm nearly there."
He mounted her again and this time stayed inside her, thrusting and fucking and thrusting and fucking until she came with a scream and he came with a loud grunt.
"We need to do this again, Jess. I love you being so pliable!"
Jess grinned and batted her eyelashes at him. "Let me out?"
Max laughed and then grinned at her as he went to shower before work.
He eventually untied her just before he left for work, causing her to throw several pillows at him on his way down the stairs.
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Jess arranged to meet her expert for a coffee, rather than lunch. She was feeling weirdly nervous and didn't fancy eating.
This was the first time they were involving other people in their list, and it felt weird. She supposed it was just like watching a real life porn film, if they didn't have to do anything, if they weren't expected to join in.
Emma was waiting at the table and waved at Jess when she walked in. Jess had described herself and Emma had said that she would sit by the window.
Jess shook her hand. "Thanks for coming."
Emma smiled. "No worries. I've spoken to Leyla too."
Jess nodded.
"Sex clubs are a pretty serious business," she said, smiling up at the waitress and ordering a pot of tea and a flapjack. "They won't just let any old body in. I know the organisers of this one, and I've spoken to them and arranged it all. Your name's on the list!" she laughed.
"So do you do it too?" Jess asked.
Emma nodded. "Not tonight, so don't worry. You won't be seeing that much of me."
Jess laughed. "Tell me more,"
Emma smiled. "Well, we swing, my husband and I, and we go to sex clubs, and fetish clubs and we go dogging, so, yeah, I pretty much do it all."
"How do you get into all that?" Jess asked her, genuinely curious.
"Well..." Emma shrugged. "I have always been very sexual and open minded. A friend introduced me to it. I think that's how most people get involved. But there are many different types. I like to swing, watch, perform. I like group sex and I enjoy gay sex. My husband only swings with other women, but he also enjoys watching me with men and women. I hate watching him - I'm too jealous."
Jess nodded. She thought she would be like that with Max.
"I'm highly sexed. I've never had a bad experience. Everyone's there for the same thing."
"So what are we in for tonight?" Jess was a little bit worried.
Emma smiled. "You've got a pretty tame night tonight. Each club has different things on offer - in some you can have sex, or watch sex, in others you just meet someone before you go elsewhere. Some are like nightclubs, some are in houses. Some are very exclusive - where you have to be gay or hot or whatever."
Jess was nodding, though she really had no clue.
"You're going to a pretty friendly place tonight. It's a big old house with
different areas. There's a mingling space, a place just to watch - with rotating views - and different rooms to do it in. Are you going to do it?"
Jess shook her head. "No - we're just there to watch. Do they mind that?"
"Not at all - if you're doing it in that kind of place, it's not because you're shy. And you never know..." Emma grinned. "You might change your mind once you get there!"
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Jess and Max dressed as they'd been told to in their message from Leyla - smart and sexy.
"Not sure about this," Max said, as the taxi dropped them outside a big, old building.
There was an older couple ahead of them, knocking at the door, and they looked pretty ordinary.
"We'll be fine," Jess said. "Just don't let go of my hand."
Max laughed. "As long as you don't let go of mine!"
Looking as though they were holding on for dear life, they walked to the door and knocked.
Chapter Nineteen
The woman that answered the door was gorgeous - and despite the circumstances, she didn't appear sleazy or seedy.
They explained who they were and she smiled warmly at them.
"Welcome to Blue." She led them down a long corridor. She pushed open a door and they were greeted with a room full of people mingling, chatting and drinking.
"Enjoy!"
Their hostess left them standing at the doorway, and several heads turned their way.
They moved away from the door over to the bar area.
Jess could see nibbles in bowls dotted around the room on tables, plenty of armchairs and sofas, and lots of people.
At the bar, a young, handsome bartender took their order.
"It feels like a posh hotel bar," Jess said, taking her drink with a smile.
Max nodded. "Everyone looks very normal."
Jess nodded.
She could see a lot of couples and a few single women dotted around. She couldn't see any men that weren't hooked up.
Most of them were just chatting, though a few were kissing.
They were all clothed, in normal clothes - the women were smartly dressed and most of the men were wearing trousers and shirts.
It felt and looked clean and normal - there wasn't a particularly sexy atmosphere. There was music playing, and waitresses milling around, clearing glasses.
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