by Sky Corgan
“Come here.” He motioned for me to follow, and I did, walking to the center of the room. “Stay,” Jack told me before going to the wall to turn a crank which lifted both of my arms into the air. It felt strange being held there, practically hanging, at Jack's mercy.
He returned to worship my breasts some more, giving them each ample attention. I loved the lusty look in his eyes as he sucked on and teased my nipples. The warmth of his mouth coupled with the gentle pressure of his teeth and the lavishing effect of his tongue felt exquisite, sending wave after wave of pleasure to my clit. My only complaint was that I couldn't touch him. I rather enjoyed holding him against me while he ravaged my chest. It had made things feel somehow more intimate.
After a few moments, Jack stepped back, breathless from his efforts. I grinned down at the tent in his boxers, eager to see what I was marrying into. As if reading my mind, he slid them over his hips, disrobing the rest of the way. His eyes flitted up to mine, sensing that I was judging him, and I gave him a warm smile, letting him know that I liked what I saw.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“Very.” I tried not to seem too eager.
Jack stepped up to me again, hooking his hands into the waistband of my panties to pull them down. I spread my legs to make it easier for him, and the butterflies took flight in my stomach with the realization that we were now both naked.
“I'm going to put restraints on your ankles and hoist you into the air. If it's uncomfortable, let me know,” he said, going to a cabinet in the corner of the room to take something out from one of the drawers.
The item didn't look like a restraint at all, and it wasn't until he came back to me that I realized what it was, some kind of thick leather half corset that left my breasts exposed. Jack fastened it around my waist, tugging on two handles that were stitched into the sides to make sure that it was secure.
“What's this?” I asked, thinking about how strange it looked.
“You'll see.” He grinned at me before hooking two more chains into the handles and then going back to the cabinet for the leather ankle restraints.
Once I was fully restrained, Jack turned a crank on the wall, and my breath hitched as my feet lifted off the ground. I tried not to make a sound as he maneuvered several different levers and cranks until I was laying on my back in midair with my legs spread, my head slightly elevated above the rest of my body so that I could see what he was doing.
With a hungry look in his eyes, Jack came back to me, pressing his hands against my thighs and burying his face into my sex. I groaned as his tongue penetrated my hole and then lapped up to my clit, pausing there to make tight circles that drove me crazy. It felt strangely embarrassing to have someone's face near my most intimate parts, but at the same time, I was too lost in the pleasure of it to care. Jack was relentless, seeming to know exactly when to lick and suck to drive me to my breaking point and when to pull away to give me a chance to breathe. Finally, he dove in for the kill, massaging my clit with his tongue until my entire body exploded into unexpected bliss.
“Mm, you taste good.” Jack straightened himself and gripped the corset by the handles to pull me closer.
One of his fingers searched for my opening and pressed inside, and my body jolted from the sudden shock of it. Jack's fingers were surprisingly thick, and I could feel them stretching me, causing a hint of pain.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
“I don't like condoms,” he replied, keeping eye contact.
“I'm not on birth control,” I warned.
“I'll pull out.”
I didn't trust the idea. “What if I get pregnant?”
“I want to have children with you. You're going to be my wife.” He smiled at me, and it was the first time I felt genuine affection from him. Although I didn't plan on getting pregnant anytime soon, Jack's words melted the cold barrier that I had put up around my heart for him.
“I'm happy,” I said, trying not to get too sentimental.
“I'm glad.”
He probed the finger back and forth as gently as he could, all the while keeping my gaze. I had never realized before how beautiful Jack's eyes were. Pale blue with small flecks of gold. So unusual.
“Try to relax,” he told me as he pulled his finger out. “This is going to hurt a little.”
It felt like the understatement of the year when his glans pushed against my opening, and my whole body stiffened at the tearing pain as he forced his way inside. Once he had fully penetrated me, Jack stood still, watching my expression and waiting for my body to adjust.
“Are you alright?” he asked with a look of concern.
“Yeah. It just stings a little,” I breathed.
Slowly, Jack began rocking back and forth. The pain eased up, giving way to new pleasures that my body had never experienced before. I loved the look in Jack's eyes as he fucked me, as if he was totally consumed and could think of nothing else but being with me.
It wasn't long before he was spent, and he pulled out to let loose on my stomach. I watched the thin stream of milky liquid spurt from his tip, landing evenly on my skin and the corset. I did my best to focus on his eyes, enjoying the look of pleasure in them. When he was done, Jack went to the cabinet for a towel to clean me off with before turning the cranks to lower me to the ground.
“How was it?” he asked as he unfastened my restraints.
“It was good.” I grinned, suddenly obsessed with watching every move that he made. His back glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as he knelt to release my ankles, and when he stood again, I could see traces of my blood on his cock. “How was it for you?”
“It was excellent.”
“Do you want to take a shower together?”
“I would love to.” A large smile creased the corners of Jack's lips at the suggestion, and I think at that moment, we both knew that everything would be alright.
In the shower, we spent more time kissing than we actually did getting clean. It was nice to know that Jack still wanted to be affectionate when all of the fireworks of having sex had died down. After we were toweled off and dressed, he walked me out to the car.
“It really sucks that I can't stay here,” I commented, gazing up at the moon.
“We'll have our whole lifetimes to sleep together soon,” he said with a sigh, and I couldn't tell if he was happy or sad.
The drive back to Jack's parents' house was quiet, as normal, though this time my mind was busy replaying the night of passion we had instead of worrying about something that was going wrong. It was a very welcome change.
“Goodnight,” he whispered to me on the doorstep, leaning in for a kiss on the side of my mouth. I smirked at the fact that he bothered to give me a chaste kiss after all we had just done together.
That night, I slept like a rock. It was the first solid sleep I had gotten in New York. If sex was a good sleep aid, then maybe we should have it more often, I grinned deviously to myself.
The next day before heading out the door to meet with Jack's mother about the wedding arrangements, I checked my cell phone. There were two missed calls from Liam and a text message. My heart sunk at the mere thought of his name, and all of the happiness I felt faded away with that thought that I had somehow betrayed him.
Thankfully, Liam's text wasn't too invasive, simply asking if I was alright. I responded that everything was fine, and resolved to try to forget about him for now. The worst thing I could do was get my emotions all jumbled up again when I was just starting to get warmed up to Jack—very warmed up. The stupid grin returned.
I was on cloud nine for most of the day, nodding to whatever his mother had to say. I stopped caring about the wedding a while back. The only thing I looked forward to now was enjoying a lot more sex with Jack. What had he done to me?
At night, I anxiously waited for him to pick me up for dinner. We were past the wining and dining phase, but I still allowed him to take me out and show me off. We enjoyed an expensive meal at Per S
e, then went back to his mansion for our extra-curricular activities.
“It's time to live up to your part of the bargain,” I told him as he led me towards the dungeon.
“What do you mean?”
“You agreed to tell why you have a BDSM fetish.”
Jack's body stiffened, and he stopped dead in his tracks. “Let me get you tied down first, and then I'll tell you.” He continued walking.
“Is it so bad that you think I'll run off once you tell me?” I teased.
“No, it's just going to take me that long to figure out how to word it.”
I decided to let Jack have his way. Tonight, he preferred me naked and restrained to the bed. It was a lot more comfortable than being hoisted into the air. The leather from the corset had left marks on my skin. While it wasn't pleasant, I hadn't bothered complaining. At the time, my mind was too consumed with other things.
“Now, tell me,” I said, looking up at him as he knelt beside me on the bed.
Jack avoided my gaze, staring down at the burgundy comforter. “It's kind of embarrassing.”
“I promise I won't laugh.”
“I didn't really expect you to.”
I could tell that he wanted me to remain quiet, and so I did while he told his story.
“The first girl I was with, she was really kinky.” Jack smiled at the memory. “A lot more experienced than I was. She taught me everything I know about BDSM. How to be a good Dominant. Sex with her was absolutely amazing. But then she moved. And the next girl I hooked up with wanted a soft loving relationship. So, I gave it to her. I pretty much let her lead, while I followed. When we broke up, she told everyone at school that I was a bad lay. She even posted it on Facebook. After that, I decided that I would only sleep with submissive women." His eyes darkened. “Submissive girls don't talk about what happens behind closed doors.”
“It sounds like your second girlfriend was just a petty bitch,” I commented, not seeing the logic in his thinking.
“Maybe she was.” He shrugged. “I just know that she scarred me for life.”
Men are so prideful when it comes to such silly things, I thought to myself. I couldn't believe that was his big secret. While I was happy it wasn't something more serious, I was a bit frustrated that it had taken Jack this long to tell me.
“Well, I have nothing to base your performance off of, so you shouldn't have had anything to worry about to begin with,” I told him.
“I suppose not. I was honestly relieved when you told me that you were a virgin, but a bit nervous at the same time. I've never been someone's first,” he admitted.
“Well, now you have, and you'll also be my always and only.” I gave Jack a serious look, trying to drag him back into the moment.
“I know.” He smiled warmly. “And I love you already.”
My heart swooned as Jack bent down to kiss me. There was an electricity between us that hadn't been there before, and I found myself falling for him.
“Now,” he leaned back, “I agreed to teach you about BDSM, and so I shall.”
“I'm sure you'll be an amazing teacher.” I couldn't help but grin. This was going to be fun. Much more fun than the BDSM school could have ever hoped to be.
“First, you will call me master when we're in here. Second, you'll do exactly what I say when I say it. Third, you will not speak unless spoken to.”
“Do I get safe words?”
Jack flicked one of my nipples, and I jerked from the shock of it. “I did not say you could speak.” Now, he was getting more serious. “Yes. I'm not sure if they went over it with you at the school, but the safe words are red and yellow. Red means that you want to stop. Yellow means that you want me to slow down or decrease the intensity. I'm not into gagging. I like my submissives to be vocal, so you shouldn't have the need for hand signals. I figured, to keep things interesting, each time we're together, I'll introduce you to something different. So, kind of like a new lesson every day. Do you like the sound of that?”
Just in case I still wasn't allowed to speak, I nodded instead. The thought of trying something new every time we were together was incredibly exciting. Much better than lumping it all into one overwhelming lesson. Now I'd have something to look forward to, as if just being with Jack wasn't enough.
“Today we're going to take things fairly easy and practice a bit of pain play,” he said.
I watched Jack pull something from the bedside table, a pair of clamps attached by a thin metal chain. Without hesitation, he placed one on each of my nipples. The pressure of the plastic-coated tips biting into my flesh hurt, but not as much as I had imagined it would.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“It's fine.”
I noticed that the longer the clamps stayed on my nipples, the more they hurt, drawing me closer to my limit of pain. Jack leaned over and lapped at the sensitive tips of my nipples, temporarily drowning out my pain with pleasure. Then he slid a hand beneath my legs, palming my cunt as he stuck a finger inside.
“You're nice and wet,” he moaned against my skin, sending a shiver down below.
I groaned as he picked up the pace, slamming his finger into me while his palm rubbed against the erect nub of my clit, driving me closer and closer to climax.
“Come for me, my love,” Jack whispered, gazing intently into my eyes.
It was enough to send me over the edge, and I held my breath as my toes curled while my orgasm played out. Soon, I was panting below him, thinking of how wicked he was to make me want him so badly.
“Now for your reward,” Jack said, moving to unfasten my ankle restraints and then crawl between my legs.
He grabbed the chain that connected the nipple clamps and gave it a gentle tug, causing a surge of pain to race across my chest. I winced, and he watched my expression with a pleased grin.
“Good girl.” Jack grabbed my legs and bowed them around his hips. I barely had time to look down and see his thick erection coming towards my hole before he slipped it inside. Almost instinctively, my back arched, and I moaned as we became one.
“Oh yes,” I cried out, not caring if I was breaking my no speaking rule.
Jack was a lot more aggressive this time, pumping into me with a voraciousness I hadn't felt from him before. This was him in his element. Powerful and dominating.
To my surprise, I rather enjoyed Jack's fast hard love-making. No, it wasn't love-making. It was fucking. He was fucking me, and he was doing a good job of it.
I cried out while Jack took my body to places it had never been before. My pussy deliciously clenched around his cock as I erupted into another orgasm, and I could feel my tremors traveling all the way into him, causing him to pant as his cock was about to give. Almost as soon as my orgasm ceased, Jack pulled out, gasping for breath while he shot his load onto my stomach. This time, there was no corset to catch the torrent, and my stomach ended up nice and coated.
“Holy shit,” he coughed, leaning back on his calves to steady himself. “That was amazing.”
I purred at the exhausted look on his face. Knowing that I had drained him completely was one of the most satisfying feelings I'd ever experienced. Sex with Jack was definitely good.
After going to get a towel to clean me off, Jack removed the nipple clamps one at a time. My breath hitched as pain coursed through my breasts. For a split second, it was even worse than the crushing sensation of having them on.
“Hurts, doesn't it.” he said.
“Am I allowed to speak now?” I asked, figuring that my lesson for the day was over.
“Yes.” He grinned.
“It hurts worse when you take them off than when you put them on.”
“It does,” he admitted. “When we're married, I'll probably want you to wear them around the house sometimes. Would that bother you?”
“Not if I got rewarded for it.” I leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his bottom lip. That didn't seem to please Jack enough, though, and soon he was holding me in his arms, s
tealing my breath with an onslaught of passionate kisses.
I moaned against his mouth, enjoying his affection. Now, I was truly happy with my fate as his wife.
“I can't wait for tomorrow's lesson,” I whispered, running my nails through his hair.
“Miss Rickard, I do believe you are a very sexy girl.”
“Your very sexy girl.”
Jack held me in his arms for what felt like an eternity—for what I wished was an eternity. But I couldn't stay with him all night. His parents expected me to come home, and I quickly began to realize that perhaps their Christian morals weren't as well suited to my liking as they had been when I first arrived in New York.
At their doorstep, he placed another chaste kiss on the side of my mouth, and I couldn't help but grin stupidly at him as he walked away. For as much as Jack Kemble had disclosed to me, for as comfortable as I was around him, and as much as we had done together, he still seemed like a mystery. Sweet and kinky and kind. I was finally falling for him.
The next day couldn't come soon enough. My every waking breath was consumed with thoughts of Jack and the crazy kinky things he had planned for me. What a different girl I had become in only a few short weeks. From shy and conservative to absolutely sex-crazed.
I was more than eager to follow Jack into the dungeon, no longer seeing it as a place of torture. Now, it was the room where all of my desires came to life, a place where I had Jack all to myself, stripped of the burdens of the outside world.
“Today, we're going to do something a little different,” he began, leading me to the bed. “We're not going to have sex today.”
“What?” My ear to ear grin promptly faded.
“I want you to masturbate for me.”
I had never pleasured myself to climax before. The very thought of it was embarrassing.
“I'd rather you do it for me,” I grumbled.
“Watching you would give me great pleasure. Besides, you're not supposed to disobey me when we're in here, remember?” He gave me a playful slap on the ass.