“I am going to show you how to masturbate, but I won’t have sex with you tonight without the plug.”
My eyes rounded, but I made no move to get off the counter.
“To be mine, I need you to trust me, always. I need you to try everything once without question. If you don’t like it, I’ll accept that and try something else. I need you to try it once, maybe twice. I told you I want to push your limits. What do you say…Do you want to be mine?”
I watched the slow spreading smile appear on his face, and he moved me slightly to take off my panties. He lifted my feet and placed them one by one on the counter, my knees up and legs spread open. He took my right hand and placed two fingers in his mouth, then repeated with my left hand. He moved slowly, in no rush. I gazed into his emerald eyes, and he appeared tender and vulnerable. He placed both fingers on my boobs and stood back to watch. My eyes never moved from his.
“Start off slow and light. When you are less sensitive, you can get a little more aggressive.” He watched me move my fingers, and I studied his face as it changed, from hungry to starved. He licked his lips and adjusted his sweats. He studied me like prey and I observed him the same way. “That’s right, now harder. Pinch them and pull just like that. Can you handle rougher?”
I wasn’t even paying attention to what I was doing. I was just watching him watch me, setting the trap for him to pounce. I was close to the addictive feeling I craved; my release was hovering. He started to breathe heavy. His hands were shifting from place to place on his body.
“Shit, Katarina, you are so wet you are dripping all over the counter.”
I started to shift, but he stopped me. He grabbed my right hand and placed it on my clit, and I almost climaxed at the contact. My eyes fell closed. I began to move my knees together, but he stopped me. He spread my knees wide for him again and bent down in front of me. He started to lick my tender bundle of nerves over my fingers. The feel of his tongue on my finger was hot, soft, and extremely sexy. It felt wonderful. My knees started to close again, and he stood up and pulled away. I was breathing hard now, my eyes glazed over.
“Fuck, Katarina, you are so fucking beautiful.” He lifted my hand away and set it behind me on the counter. I thought he was getting himself ready. I flashed him my sweet victory smile because I was getting my way. He fell head first into my trap. I saw his finger slip inside me, but he was careful not to touch the more sensitive nerves that ran along the walls inside me. His eyes rolled back. “You are so swollen inside.” Deep inside me, I felt him rub what felt like a highly sensitive area deep inside me. He quickly removed his fingers and lifted me off the counter. He reached over and put lubricant on the butt plug. “Bend over.”
I stepped back. “No, I am not doing that.”
His face grew tense, but he said nothing. He set it down and swiftly turned around.
“Well, you can take a shower then. I’ll start dinner. It’ll be ready in about a half an hour.”
“Ah…I don’t need a shower, or your toys. I’m fine. I just need to change.”
I ran upstairs into the bedroom. My body shook uncontrollably. I was pacing, my mind racing. What the hell was I doing here? What was he turning me into? I quickly put on my gym clothes and running shoes. I ran downstairs, taking them two at a time, with Bo on my heels. Jason glared at me as I entered the kitchen. He had a wooden spoon in hand and was beating whatever was in the sauce pan. His jaw still clenched, lips thinned and his eyes held a dark place. Yep, he was pissed.
“I am going to go for a run before dinner.” I acted unaffected by his disappointment.
He looked at the clock on the microwave.
“I just need fifteen minutes, and then I will come in and take a cold shower before dinner.”
He smirked at that. I opened the back door, and Bo took off first.
We ran partway around the lake. Bo was breathing hard, and I couldn’t even feel my legs anymore. It was though I couldn’t clear my mind of Jason. I sprinted the last hundred yards or so and filled Bo’s water dish when we reached the house. I slowed my breathing, slowly stretching my legs and arms in the process. By the time I reentered the house I felt so much better. Bo walked in before me and collapsed on the hard wood floor. He was still panting. I waved at Jason as I skipped up the stairs to the bathroom. I blushed at the sight of the dildos that were displayed on the bed. I took a quick, icy cold shower, trying to avoid the still-sensitive areas on my body. I got out and dried myself, then put on a pair of yoga pants and my tight shirt from earlier, without a bra. I was planning my revenge. I blew-dry my hair and made my way downstairs.
“Smells good,” I praised, entering the kitchen.
Jason turned around with two platefuls of food in his hands. He was wearing the faded green sweat shirt zipped halfway, and I just looked at his chest. He was so handsome. I felt the warmth in my body ripple, creating waves. I drew in a deep breath, licked my lips as a goofy grin spread across my face. He set the food down, and I strolled around the counter to take my seat. He sat next to me. His leg was pressed against mine, and he leaned over to place a fork on the other side of my plate. He brushed my nipples with his wrist intentionally in the process and I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped my lips. “So you didn’t try the shower dildo, huh?” He flashed an arrogant smiled. It was amusing to me that I went from numb to overwhelmingly aware of his touch. I couldn’t control the noises he provoked and the feeling of warm sensation he created throughout my entire body. He fascinated me.
“No, I am better than that. I can control it.” At least, I was almost positive I could. I cut my steak and began to chew, determined to not let him provoke me. “So tomorrow you leave. Are you excited…to hang out with your brother-in-laws, I mean.” His face contorted like I had poured cold water on him.
“No, truth is, I feel weird about all of it. I’m not sure this is my crowd.” He shoveled food into his mouth before he could say more.
“You should just go and enjoy the quiet time.” He was silently eating, so I kept talking, “I think God just wants us to be good to each other—you know, don’t lie, steal, and cheat. I think he wants us to give back to the community, money or time. You don’t have to be a Bible thumper. Just have him in your heart.”
He stopped and eyed at me intently.
“Just don’t talk to anyone. Be there for you. Do a lot of meditating and soul-searching, that kind of thing. I think you will enjoy it.” I smiled, and he gave me a warm smile back.
“What about us…this?”
I raised my eyebrows, concerned where he was going with his question.
“Jason, nothing will change here. It will be like, pause. You’ll leave, do all the soul searching your big fat heart can stand. Then you’ll come home to me and Bo. As soon as you get back, you can un-pause. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself. I enjoy everything about you, well, most everything.” I winked at his thoughtful expression. “I have no regrets.”
He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “You’re pretty amazing, you know that?” I wasn’t, but the fact that he saw me like no one else has, made him worth more than any treasure I had at home.
I popped the last bit of food in my mouth and hopped off the stool taking my plate to the sink. I lost myself in cleaning the kitchen, something that happens often. I clean to forget the past, the present, and I mostly clean so I don’t dwell on the uncontrollable future. I felt his piercing eyes on me. I was beginning to like it, a lot. I gave him a show pretending the kitchen was my stage; I twirled a perfect pirouette then finished with my arms over my head and my fingers in an elegant pose. I shot him a half smile and reached over to take his plate. He winked at me, and I got shivers everywhere. Moisture instantly pooled between my legs. I turned quickly and focused my efforts on cleaning the dishes.
“Would you like to sit on the patio and talk?”
Jason nodded, and we made our way to the back door. He sunk down in one of the Adirondack chairs, and I walked over and straddled
his legs to sit on top of him. He was startled by my actions, but didn’t say anything. I began tracing his face with my fingers memorizing every feature. The sensitive pads slid down his cheek and his square clenched jaw. Then it traveled down his broad nose, gliding over the small knot at the bridge. I traced his bushy brown eyebrow; it was silky soft under my fingers. I glanced at his eyes fascinated by the dark emerald green, and looking closer I saw a gold ring around the pupil. They resembled cat eyes, lion eyes, maybe I would have to compare the two on-line tomorrow. My journey didn’t stop. I outlined the outer part of his face all the way down to his chiseled chin. My eyes followed my finger and I closed them when I felt his lips. They were large, full lips, wet and hot. I was memorizing the feel. I dipped my finger through the soft pillows and moaned when his tongue wrapped around it and gently sucked it.
I opened my eyes gazing again at this beautiful man. I moved the finger that was just in his mouth to mine and sucked it slowly.
“I thought we were going to talk.” His labored breathing made me grin.
I leaned in to nuzzle in the crook of his neck and smelled him. I relaxed there feeling the safest I had ever felt. I sighed loudly at the thought. I felt his arm move around me and hold me tight. He buried his nose in my exposed neck. I outlined his neck and shoulder pulling his sweatshirt off gently. I began placing small wet kisses over the area of his neck and shoulder that I just traced with my finger. When I reached the thickest part I bit down hard. He tasted clean, salty, and wonderful. My mouth was suddenly drooling. It was so wet for him.
I heard his breathing increase, and I moved to look into his exotic eyes. “You want to make out with me?”
I had barely finished asking when his lips came crashing down on mine. He grabbed my face and held me while our lips touched tenderly, and then slowly he opened his mouth, and our tongues touched. His slow pace was intoxicating. I couldn’t stop kissing him. His busy hands slid down, leaving trails of heat. Then he stopped and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. I moaned and bit his bottom lip. I grabbed his face, leaning hard into him, and took over the kiss. I must have stunned him. I felt him tense under me, but he didn’t stop me. My arms slid around the back of his neck, and I held him tightly. I wanted to get more of him. He tasted so good I couldn’t get close enough.
We explored like this, with our tongues, enjoying the touch and feel of our teeth, and lips. It was unhurried, tender, and very sensual, our mouths becoming one, and I enjoyed just breathing his breath. It was the closest I had ever been with anyone. I pulled away this time, but just far enough to lean over to whisper in his ear. My hips rocked against him, creating the most delicious feeling.
“I can feel you through your sweats. Your cock is so hard. Oh, Jay, I could come like this.” My voice was breathy, and I squeezed my eyes shut enjoying the feeling.
Jason grabbed my hips to still me. I opened my eyes as his painful grip sent a different kind of pleasure through me. His eyes held hunger and passion and I had the urge to say something sassy, but his sexy gaze shut off the thought process to my brain. Our breathing was more like panting, but I didn’t give in. He held me still with his hand firmly placed on my hips, and his eyes never left mine. I licked my lips, slowly. My tongue drifted over my front teeth. His face didn’t change. His eyes dropped, following my tongue, and I watched him swallow and take a deep breath. I knew he wasn’t going to budge on this. It was the butt toy or nothing.
“So if I do it…you know, put the thing in my butt, I will be yours for sure, right?”
His lips broke into a half smile.
“I want something.” I negotiated.
He was silent just concentrating on me.
“I want you to play out a…fantasy, anything I want, and since you agreed to be mine, technically you already agreed to try anything.”
His smile widened. I waited this time for him to talk next. I rested my head on his chest and felt him breathing in my hair. I was comfortable like this, but was growing impatient.
“So I said the butt plug and the agreeing to masturbate, that’s the deal…for you to be mine.”
I laughed because he was really serious about the masturbating. I sat back to look at him
“OK, then that’s two things. I want two fantasies then.”
He admired me, eyes fiercely serious. “Deal.”
Jason got up, setting me on my feet. I was dizzy because of his quick movements. I stuck my arm out trying to get my balance. He grabbed my arm and tugged me up over his shoulder and before I had a chance to figure out what was going on he took off in a sprint up the stairs.
“You’re a tease. And your timing for negotiating is awful. I can wait any longer.” His breathing was rugged when he spoke, and when he reached the bed, I came down hard on it. The rough motion made me giggle.
My eyes adjusted, and I watched as he walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. He took off his sweats and sweat shirt, and I sat up on my elbows. He was truly the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
“Take off your clothes, all of them. Then get on your hands and knees.”
He wasn’t romantic, but it worked for me. He disappeared, and I did as I was told. When he reappeared, I was bare naked on the bed. He didn’t look at me, didn’t offer any sweet comments and I was OK with that too. He was a man on a mission.
I heard him behind me, and then his firm hand pushed my shoulders to the bed. He wasted no time slipping his fingers inside my sex. His instant deep intake of air filled the silence reminding me of the power I held over him. He slid his fingers out and traced the insides of my labia, careful not to touch my clit. He repeated the pattern over and over, and I felt my body grinding against his hand. I spread my legs further and angled my bottom more into the air, as my breathing was becoming erratic. I was hanging on an orgasm cliff, so close I could almost see the light at the end of the tunnel. I held still, as he traced small circles over my clit. I didn’t want him to know how much I was enjoying those tiny movements—but the moan that escaped my lips wasn’t aware of my plan.
“You are so wet.” He paused. “Fuck, Katie, I have never wanted someone like I want you. I ache for you, princess. You need to tell me if I get too rough.”
“I want you deep inside me, Jason, take me anyway you want.” Please.
He moved his finger to my back hole, and I became tense. It was foreign and I was unbelievably sensitive everywhere. I waited for the pain, ready to embrace it. He eased one finger in, my body moving into his touch. I was dying. Every touch he gave me made me crave more from him. He continued his slow torture, and I would have allowed him to do anything to me in those moments. He continued to stretch me. I heard his voice, the soft whispers. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but it was hypnotizing, and I closed my eyes, just relaxing against the bed, the sound of his voice controlling my body. He took his time. I felt more cold lubrication run between my cheeks, and I shivered. One hand moved back to my front and he slid his fingers through my folds on both sides of my clit again; it felt like an erotic massage. He slipped two rough fingers into me, and I moaned loudly. I was lost in his touch. His other hand continued its torture on my back hole, and I couldn’t control my movements, my body was craving a release, my mind thinking nasty thoughts. There was something so forbidden about what he was doing to me, his hands and fingers taking turns moving in and out of me.
“Fuck, you are so sexy, Katie. My dick is so hard for you. I am going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to get me off your mind the whole time I’m gone.” His whispering was getting louder. I listened to his noises the entire time he was doing things to me. He was driving me insane, all the growling, grunting, even his breathing was sexy as hell.
“Promises, promises.” It came out in a helpless whisper and not the provoking way I intended.
My breathing stopped when he placed something in my pussy. It felt delicious. I stayed completely still and let out a shaky breath as the cold gel hit my back entrance. He plunged th
e dildo deep inside my sex and I felt my muscles close down around it. I was so wet, it created a loud slurping sound. He slowly moved the dildo out while pushing the alien object deep inside of me. I was absorbing all the sensation that he was giving, taking pleasure in every expert touch. My eyes closed, and my breathing was heavy. That’s when I felt his teeth on me. He bit my ass hard. It was followed by licking and more light biting. A moan fell from my lips as my head thrashed on the sheets. Oh Shit, I was dying, it was too much. The constant pleasure had my body blazing. I was on fire. The bed shifted, and I heard him get off and move toward the bathroom.
“Stay. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Where in the heck would I go? I was on my knees and forearms, butt in the air, and I was so hot my skin tingled at the breeze that he made just walking to the bathroom. He came back into the room and positioned himself behind me.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this. I want you like this every day, pussy wet, horny for me. Tonight, Katie, you are mine.”
I got butterflies when he said that. My skin was so sensitive. I felt a rush of liquids in my sex as he talked to me. He put his finger inside me, and I heard his breathing stop and then speed up. He positioned his cock at my entrance, and then without warning, he slammed into me. I lost my breath. He felt wonderful, like he belonged inside me. He stilled and ran his hands down my back. I heard him whispering, and then he began to move, slowly at first and then fast. I heard grunting. I began bracing myself for his thrusts. I was so full, stretched completely. I could feel him deep in me, and then he began his rhythmic pace, our sweaty bodies slapping together. It was perfect: our bodies, his need for me, the sound, the slight pain every time I clamped down on him, and the sound of his sexy voice.
“You want this, princess. I think you need it.”
His voice was husky, and when he finished, he touched my clit, and I came undone. I screamed loud. It was crazy hearing myself and not recognizing the voice; it was part animal. It was by far the hardest I had ever climaxed. I closed my eyes, a flash of bright colors filling my vision. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pounded into me, skin slapping skin. Sound filled the air, and moments later I heard him groan. I felt his grip on my hips lighten, and he rolled over on his side, pulling me with him. He held me tight, and I had almost fallen asleep when he finally let go and pulled out, his penis slipping from my body. He must have already removed the plug because I was completely empty. He whispered in my ear.
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