Neither of them cared.
They collapsed, on opposite sides of the bed, Kathryn nursing her thighs and Ian panting in borderline pain. “I swear to God woman,” he eventually growled. “If you try to get me hard again, I will boot you out of this room and you can go get your kicks elsewhere.”
“No problem.” Kathryn rolled over, feeling his seed, her arousal all dislodge and spill from her. She sat still, letting her inner walls shudder in relief and leave its second mess in this house. At least it was on a bed this time. The poor maid.
“Good fucking night.” Kathryn pulled herself up to the pillow and promptly passed out.
Chapter 9
Jasmine
“Please,” Jasmine whimpered, her body on the verge of giving up. “How much longer?”
Ethan sat in the corner of their room, drinking God knew what as he took in the sight before him. Namely his girlfriend, Jasmine, strung up to a hook in a ceiling with her clothes torn away and a thick spreader bar keeping her bent knees apart.
The man had been an insatiable animal all night. If taking Jasmine in the office like that hadn’t been enough, he then dragged her upstairs for more fun.
First, he tore her clothes and tied her to the hook, having his drink as they listened to Henry and Monica make their intense love down the hall.
Then he spread her legs, forcing her to feel every drop of arousal roll down her thigh as he told her how beautiful she was, how easy she was to fuck, how much he wanted to come inside her again. Since she had no chance to cleanup earlier, Jasmine didn’t doubt that half the wetness she felt on her skin was him.
When Kathryn Alison and Ian Mathers started going at it next door for an ungodly long time, however, Ethan thought it appropriate to bring out the nipple clamps and watch Jasmine writhe in frustration while he sat and had a drink.
If before was about asserting his dominance, now was about asserting Jasmine’s arousal for the scenarios around them.
“You’ll stay like that until you’re ready,” Ethan revealed. He had finished his drink, and now stood, refilling it at the small wet bar in the corner of the playroom. Or was it a bedroom? Fuck, Jasmine didn’t know. “I want to make sure my flower doesn’t lose her petals too soon.”
Sometimes he really took the floral metaphors too far.
On the other hand, this was the hardest they played in a long while. They usually didn’t get too kinky in their love life. Kissing, cuddles, hard thrusting between the legs… well, sometimes that felt kinky, and then Jasmine remembered that their whole relationship started because he wanted to pay her to be his temporary sub. Well, temporary soon changed to permanent, and here Jasmine was, being reminded that her boyfriend loved exploring his Dom side once in a blue moon.
Usually, though, he didn’t take it this far.
“Have I told you tonight that you’re beautiful?” Ethan stood in front of the bed, hand in pocket as he drank his latest round. “You were lovely in the limo today. But I think you might be even more beautiful like this, with your body bare and ready for me.”
Jasmine looked him in the eye. She wanted to say something testy to him, but…that look in his eye silenced her. Not because she was ever afraid of her boyfriend, but because he had the uncanny way of making her legs tremble and her heart defer to him. What else do you do around a powerful man like him? Jasmine could never say no.
“You told me earlier,” she admitted. “You’ve told me a few times today.”
‘I’m sure I don’t say it enough, though.” Ethan held the rim of his glass up to her lips, helping her take a sip before finishing the drink for himself. The alcohol burned inside her, even that tiny bit. I need it, though. She needed to relax so she could better take whatever Ethan wanted to give her.
Probably not just his cock, although Jasmine assumed that was coming any moment.
“I need to tell you more often, though. I like it when you’re confident. If telling you you’re beautiful – which you really are, of course – makes you more confident, then I’ll be more than happy to tell you fifteen more times tonight.” Ethan grinned. “You’re beautiful.”
Jasmine smiled wanly back at him. It would’ve been bigger, but her strength was in reserve. “What do you think is most beautiful… right now?”
Their eyes locked as Ethan considered her question. They stayed locked until they began wandering up and down her naked, pinched body. The spreader. The clamps. The hands strung up above her. There wasn’t a region of her body that wasn’t currently enjoying the pleasures of pain and discomfort. Once upon a time, they bothered Jasmine, but she quickly acclimated. Now she was proud to call herself Ethan Cole’s submissive girlfriend, when the time was right.
The time was always right tonight.
“Naturally, all of you is beautiful.” That was too diplomatic of an answer. “Although, if I had to pick the first thing turning me on right now… it’s those clamps, my flower. They make your nipples look absolutely divine. And I can only imagine how good they feel pinching you.”
He had no idea. Jasmine was rather numb to it now, but when she jostled the slightest, here came the pinching pain that Ethan knew she desired. It would’ve felt better coming from his fingers, though.
“And then of course there’s the way you’re waiting for me.” He said this, then a long, arduous wail erupted in the other room. Now that sounds painful. It sounded like poor Kathryn was being forced into multiple orgasms. Haha. Forced. Multiple orgasms. Before she got into kink with Ethan, Jasmine would’ve thought that was an oxymoron.
When they both finally heard Ian erupt in a loud, equally arduous orgasm, Ethan looked away with a smile trying to crack on his face.
Impetuous Jasmine would’ve teased him at home. With the binds and clamps off. With the collar off. “Like what you hear in the other room? Yeah, let’s go watch.” Ethan didn’t take Jasmine to the local BDSM club enough. She didn’t even know about its existence until after she moved in with him. Ethan did not care for exhibitionism, making his girlfriend scream in private notwithstanding. He also admitted to not being much of a voyeur, which was what the club catered to, but the few times he took Jasmine? I had no idea watching other people have sexy – let alone kinky sex – could be so hot. The intricate binds. The deference. The lust and power exhibited at every turn. Women on leashes and men crawling on their hands and knees, shirtless and kowtowing to a woman’s unbridled sexuality. Lots of the elite went there to fuck and watch fucking. Sure, there were private rooms aplenty – and Ethan took Jasmine to one of those exactly once – but if you went to the BDSM club, then you were hoping for a display, whether it be on the stage or in a shadowy corner.
I saw so many blowjobs. She may have even been inspired to give one herself, but Ethan declined. He didn’t like whipping out his dick in front of others. I don’t get it. It’s big enough to intimidate me…
So to see Ethan enjoying the raucous, bawdy sounds in the other room threw Jasmine for a small loop.
“Forgive me, my flower,” he said, face straight again. “That caught me off guard.”
Jasmine sighed. “Me too.” Then, braving his irritation, “Too bad we couldn’t watch it, sir. I would’ve liked to see how another couple goes about their business in the bedroom.”
“Would you?”: Ethan crossed his arms after putting down his empty glass. “That surprises me, my flower. Last time I took you to the club, you seemed… embarrassed.”
“Forgive me, sir, I wasn’t prepared for something like that. Now I think I might be.”
“Well, it’s too late. I think they’re done in there. Although…” Ethan scratched his chin, smiling. “What position do you think they were in, my flower?”
Jasmine smiled back at him. Her shoulders were starting to hurt, but she could ignore it – for now. “He was doing her from behind, of course.”
“Oh? What makes you so sure about that? Were you able to see something that I couldn’t?”
/> “Hardly. I could tell from how she sounded. She was kind of muffled, like her mouth was against the bed.”
“Very nice.” Ethan approached, flicking one of the clamps with his finger. “Is that what you would like me to do to you, Jasmine?” His voice practically melted in her ear. “Do you want me to take you down from your binds, flip you over, and take you for myself like that? Like an animal? Like a ...” He leaned in closer, breath hitting her earlobe. “Beast?”
She shuddered, remembering how he bent her over the couch earlier and plowed into her from behind. God, that was so fucking good. Jasmine wouldn’t lie. That was one of her favorite positions. She liked any position that let Ethan take total control and treat her like the eager vessel of his desires. The man knew how to hump.
“Maybe…” Jasmine bit her lip. “But that’s how you did me earlier, sir. I’d rather switch it up a little. Know what I mean?”
“Of course. I was thinking the same thing.” Ethan brushed his hand against her thigh, feeling how wet she had become in such little time. “There are so many ways for me to take my beautiful rose. Sometimes it’s nice to ask her opinion, though.”
How sweet of him.
“I am happy with anything, sir.” Jasmine was feeling that ache deep in the pit of her stomach. Her frustration from earlier was still in dire need of being sated. She needed Ethan to kiss her. She needed him to fuck her, like this, from behind, on the bed, whatever. Above all, she needed to feel him inside her, proving how much he desired to have her body, mind, and soul. I want to feel how much he loves me. No other man had ever fucked her the way he did. It wasn’t just rough, intense, and passionate. It was full of unbridled love. The kind of sex a man could only have with the woman he wanted for the rest of his life – and determined to make her feel it.
“Let’s switch these out.” Gently, Ethan removed the nipple clamps, blowing cool breath against one. The heavy clamps went back into a drawer. Instead, he went to their bag he brought whenever they went away. Inside, along with a few other goodies, were crystal-stringed clamps that didn’t pinch as hard but still made Jasmine feel that writhe of pain and pleasure.
He kissed them for luck before clamping them on Jasmine’s hard nipples.
“There. Beyond beauty.” He stepped back, admiring the way the crystals twinkled in the light as they dangled between her breasts. “Have I told you yet tonight that you’re beautiful?”
They both smiled again.
Jasmine’s was cut short when she heard a whining noise come from across the hall. It was not the first time she heard it that night. In fact, she heard it off and on ever since they came to bed an hour ago. What the fuck is that? At first, Jasmine was able to ignore it. Then it intensified, before subsiding, and now it was back again. Or maybe Ian and Kathryn had overpowered it. I wouldn’t mind listening to some of that instead.
“Do you hear that?” Jasmine asked, as her boyfriend wrapped his tongue around her ear. She wanted to give in to his kiss, his touch, but it was nearly impossible with that other distraction going on. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard it.”
“Ignore it, Jasmine.” That wasn’t an order.
“Ethan…” His tongue was deep in her ear, his hand squeezing the underside of her breast. The closer he got, the more Jasmine swore she felt his hardness rubbing against her stomach. “I think someone else is having sex.”
“No shit. They can go forever, you know.”
“Who can?”
Ethan stood back, a look of disbelief on his otherwise composed face. “You really don’t know who that is? You must be really smitten with me this weekend. Or weren’t paying attention in that car ride.”
“What?”
He shook his head. “Never mind. Don’t pay it any mind. Unless it turns you on.”
Well, if it was sex…. “If I could, I would listen to all these people have sex all night.”
“Remind me of this the next time I suggest we watch porn in the evening.”
“That’s different.”
“How so?”
Jasmine blushed. “You can’t smell porn.”
“Oh, my sweet, sweet flower.” That devilish grin on Ethan’s face almost killed her… especially when he put his hands on either side of her, bringing her forward to his waist. “You really are a naughty girl. I’ve gotta take you back to that club.”
“Yes. You do. Ethan, you have turned me into a big pervert. I wanna watch other people fuck and bang until they pass out. The more cum and moans, the better!”
“You know, we could make that happen on our own time. Like right now.”
“Don’t remind me, sir. Unless you’re about to make it happen.”
“Oh, I could. Or I could torture you some more until you’re so far gone that I have no choice but to fuck you.”
Great.
“You know, earlier… I was pretty jealous of those other men, wasn’t I?”
“You don’t have to tell me, sir.” Boy, didn’t Jasmine feel that earlier. Ethan was going to fuck her until the other men knew his sexual prowess. If only she got the full brunt of it. “And now they’ve tried proving it to you. Do you think it’s a coincidence those other men have been so loud with their subs tonight? Our neighbors alone almost broke that bed.”
“I don’t doubt it. You sure are hung up on those two over there, though.” Ethan pressed his thumbs against the inside of Jasmine’s thighs, on the verge of pinching them like her nipples were pinched. “Could it be you’re thinking of another man, my flower?”
“What? No…” Jasmine shook her head as hard as she dared. “I would never, sir. You’re the only man for me.”
“Nevertheless, I’m sure hearing a woman get it like that has you wondering what it feels like… from that man.” Ethan’s thumb brushed against her wet slit, sending a wave of shivers throughout her body. Jasmine moaned, willing him to sink his fingers into her and attempt to give her sexual relief that way. “Every man does it differently, as I’m sure you know. I wonder how Ian Mathers would make short work of you.”
Jasmine didn’t. Okay… maybe she did. A little. Come on, I’m human! She would never flirt with him, let alone respond to any advances he might throw her way, but Jasmine had glanced at him more than once that night. Aside from Ethan, Jasmine didn’t care much for men who dressed up all the time and looked like they were about to head to the corner country club. You know, like Henry. She had seen Ian around office buildings before, sporting his three-piece business suits, but tonight he wore that sweater and a pair of jeans that were more function than style. He was here to be comfortable. That was how he dressed on his days off. Sometimes Ethan would strut around his house in jeans and a hoodie, but… that was rare. I love a man in jeans. She also caught a glimpse of the muscles Ian hid beneath his sweater when Kathryn played with the hem of it, her fingers scratching that man’s abs.
Shit, shit, stop thinking about him…
If they were both single, Jasmine would have probably responded to Ian’s hypothetical advances. She was happy with Ethan, but… she couldn’t deny how handsome Mr. Mathers was… and how well he could please his ice queen of a girlfriend. Plus, he’s good enough to dominate a Domme. Jasmine’s eyes glazed over. She wondered the inevitable – how big Ian’s cock was. She doubted Ethan knew the answer to that. Doubt it’s bigger than his, anyway. Or was it? Kathryn Alison didn’t seem the type of woman to be satisfied with mediocre dick.
“My flower,” Ethan’s voice suddenly cut in. “You’re drooling. If I knew you wanted him that badly, I would’ve suggested we wife-swap tonight.” His voice was humorous enough to tell Jasmine that he didn’t really mean it. “Uh, Jasmine…”
She snapped out of her fantasy. “I’m sorry, sir! I promise I wasn’t…”
“Shh.” He put his finger on her lips. “Don’t be ashamed. It’s perfectly natural to let your mind wander to other people. I am sure you’ve thought of many other men while we’ve been t
ogether. I’m secure enough to know that doesn’t mean you’d actually sleep with them. But…” His fingers cupped around her slit, stroking her clit ever so lightly. Sighing, Jasmine closed her eyes. “It does make me a tiny bit jealous. How could it not? You’re mine, my flower. No other man could ever have you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you’re perfectly satisfied both in and out of bed. Even if that means letting you imagine other men sticking their cocks in you and making a mess in your pussy.”
He had such a way with words. Yet Jasmine smiled, reassuring him as she had been reassured. “Only you could make me beg for that, sir.”
“That’s what you say, until you’ve got some other Dom trying to make you his. We’re all animals, my sweet.” One finger pushed into her. Jasmine trembled, her binds shaking above her head. “We men will use you women as props to outdo each other whenever our cocks get hard. That’s what this whole night as been about, for fuck’s sake.”
Jasmine could barely contain herself. Between her boyfriend’s finger fucking her and the idea of other men sniffing around her, wanting to drag her away and fuck her – maybe even in front of Ethan – Jasmine was ready to fully explore different realms of ecstasy. I’m gonna scream the loudest tonight. “All right, sir, you’ve caught me. I’ve been fantasizing about him all night.” What a lie. Yet now she could convince herself otherwise – for Ethan’s sake.
“Go on.” Ethan sank his finger in deeper, taking her past the second knuckle and to the third. Jasmine gently grinded against him, imagining it was not only his finger, but another man’s. This is either gonna be awesome or be my utter demise tonight. Who knew what Ethan really had planned. “Tell me more about what this man is doing to you in your head.”
Where to begin? Jasmine didn’t know much about Ian – or even Henry, for that matter – beyond what she saw around their various social circles. She knew that he was a Dom who had a reputation for hard and fast sex. Until he started dating Kathryn, of course. Amazing how women could soften a man, even a Dom.
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