by Jaye Peaches
Jason’s voice was of that calibre. Closing my eyes, I started to touch myself again and even re-attached the pegs on my nipples. It did not take much and remembering his sultry voice on the phone was all it took to bring me to a small but pleasurable climax. I lay there satiated and happy, the minutes ticked by as I slumbered.
Jason’s ringtone made me jump in my skin.
Oh fuck, what now?
Control, control. My voice must not betray anything.
“Hello, Jason,” I tried to speak as calmly as possible.
“Have you been touching yourself, Gemma?” The question was blunt and his voice was icy.
“Ummm .... No, sir.”
As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I had screwed up, too long a pause and a lack of assertiveness in my voice. He inhaled sharply down the phone, his voice slightly breathless, like he was exerting himself.
“I’m coming over for a personal inspection. You better not be lying to me.”
The phone went blank and I scrambled off the bed. He must have already been heading down to his car and the office was only ten minutes’ drive away at this time of night.
“Shit, shit!” I said as I quickly put my bra, knickers and t-shirt back on. My hair was a mess, a bit sweaty and my face terribly flushed. I rushed to the bathroom to throw water on my blotched complexion to cool it down. I had a pee as I was suddenly bursting, probably with anxiety. By the time I had straightened my hair, tidied the bed and removed the pegs from the room, the doorbell rang. He must have been breaking the speed limit to reach my apartment.
I nervously approached the front door and opened it. Jason was standing there one arm leaning on the outer door frame, his face was hard and unwelcoming. He was wearing his typical sleek business suit, tie loosened, hair combed neatly back. I smiled at him trying to encourage him to look friendlier. Behind him, I saw his Austin Martin parked up on the road, no escort tonight, but he did not bother when he commuted between his townhouse and work.
“Hello,” my voice was quiet and I could not hide the quivering tone.
He walked across the threshold and then leant back on the door to shut it with a slow click of the locking mechanism. The whole time his eyes were on my face. I lowered mine to the ground, convinced I was betraying myself.
“Sorry about the mess, you know, packing is not a tidy job.”
I tried to look as apologetic as possible and he took a few steps into the apartment hallway.
“I’m not here to inspect your packing. I’m here to inspect you: my girl.” Jason continued to walk toward me, a panther stalking his prey.
I could not take my eyes off the floor in front of me and I started to back up, walking away from him backwards. We walked in tandem like this, keeping a distance.
“Would you like a coffee, or something? Wine maybe. Sir,” I added belatedly.
“No.” A short response was not encouraging.
I pushed my bedroom door open with my behind and practically stumbled backwards into the room. Naturally, he followed, divesting himself of his jacket as we went, hanging it up on the door handle. Holding out his hand, he pushed me against the bed and then with a none to gentle shove, I was tipped back on to the bed behind me. He reached down, forced my thighs apart and grabbed my sex with his hand. I shut my eyes and folded my arms over my eyes. There was no hiding my very damp knickers. He pulled the crotch of my knickers to one side and pushed a finger up inside me.
“You’re very juicy down here,” Jason hissed. “I am mad at you now. Not only do I think you masturbated on your own, but then you lied to me. You said, I quote, ‘I wouldn’t dream of breaking your rules’. You are pathetic when you lie. I can see right through you. Your face, your voice, and your whole demeanour shouts that you fucked yourself in my absence.”
He was bending right over me now his face achingly close to mine, breathing on my bare arms. He grabbed them and pulled them away so he could see my pale face and teary eyes.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I managed to say pathetically.
Jason’s face remained unchanged. He was not going to be placated by a simple apology. He rose up above me and with both hands ripped my knickers off, then pulling at my flimsy t-shirt he tore it up the seams until it lay in tatters on the bed next to me. He flipped me over and unfastened my bra yanking it painfully from underneath me. Clutching my buttocks with each hand, he squeezed them harshly. I winced loudly, a few bruises from my spanking remained faintly visible, small marks on my otherwise pink flesh. He let go and stepped back.
“It would be seriously tempting to spank you hard again. However, I’d like to spank your unblemished arse and add new marks,” he paused, thinking through what he had planned for me. His tie was off now and he bound my wrists in front of me and then tied them tightly to one of the struts in my bed’s headboard.
“Kneel there and wait,” he commanded.
He had gone out of the room. I was full of dread, not a spanking but perhaps something worse; he was very disappointed with me. I could hear him in the kitchen, opening cupboard doors, and I thought I heard the fridge slam shut too. There was a sound of clinking, like glasses but not quite. I pulled on my restraints, they were tight almost too tight. Jason was back, he put a bowl on the bed. Ice-cubes! Lots of small round ice-cubes glistening in the soft light from my bedside light. My anxiety levels shot up.
I must trust him, trust him, I chanted. He promised he would not hurt me not like that bastard.
Jason pushed my head down on to my soft pillow. My bottom was raised high and up with my knees to the sides of my hips. He lay down on his side so he was facing my exposed bum.
“Please, please, I’m very sorry. I am sir,” I pleaded pathetically.
He cuffed my buttock cheek hard in reply. “I’m going to take my pleasure in playing with this: my little bumhole,” he touched my tiny anal bud.
Ouch! With ice–cubes! The realisation dawned on me what was about to happen. The freezing cold of the ice-cube was next to my tender flesh, he rubbed it up and down slowly. His thumb pressed against my anus and he pushed it in. I groaned enthusiastically as the penetration did not hurt.
Why am I aroused by this? Was it because I was so wanton or because Jason was teasing me with such practised ease. Thumb out, the cold cube was back, pressure was being applied and the ice-cube was sucked into my back passage. I writhed around as I began to sense the icy cold inside me. Both pleasure and pain all neatly packaged up to tantalise me.
“Sh, sh,” he said softly. “You’re doing well”
Reassurance from him at last. I relaxed, he was not going to get too nasty with me, I hoped. Another ice-cube, another penetration. Two were clinking inside me and the ice cold was starting to burn in a bizarre way. Then a third.
“Arggghhh!” I wriggled about on the bed pulling on my restraints hopelessly.
“That should do. Now the other one.”
Oh God, both holes with ice-cubes. Finger inside, he circled around pushing the sides of my vagina out with his fingertip. I moaned as the finger distracted me from the freezing sensation inside my bottom.
“Oh baby, you’re very wet. Warm and wet for me.”
Finger out and the ice-cube was rubbed against my clitoris, along and inside me, pushed deep inside.
“Number one,” he intoned quietly behind me.
Slowly he filled me with his ice-cubes. By the time, he said five I was close to screaming the place down with burning sensation the frozen water was giving me. Another issue had arisen, the ones in my bottom had melted and I had an urgent need to relieve myself.
“Ooooo no, oh God no,” I started to panic, I did not want to mess on the bed. “I’ve ... got .. to use ... the toilet...” my voice staccato, trembling.
“I know, I know,” his pragmatic voice had no menace.
He reached over my head and released my arms from the bonds. I could see red marks grooved into them. I had not even noticed the tie cutt
ing in to me. Too busy concentrating on ignoring the cold ice-cubes. I dashed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I put my head in my hands and emptied myself down the bowl.
Please, please, don’t come in Jason. It would be so humiliating. I looked up but no Jason - thank you, sir. I was humiliated though, the feeling was unpleasant but humbling - my punishment.
I washed my hands, not daring to look at myself in the mirror. Cold wet water was trickling down my thighs, the other cubes were melting inside me and soon I was going to be very wet. I picked up a big sheet towel, I had a feeling I was going to need it. I walked slowly back into the bedroom. Jason was there lying naked on the bed, his erection prominent and the sight of it made me audibly gasp with delight.
Seeing the towel, he actually smiled. “Good idea, Gemma.”
I laid it out on the bed.
“Now that you’re nice and clean on the inside I’m going to fill you with something hot rather than cold. Kneel, I am not going to tie you down, but you have to stay still for me. Understand?” he patted the towel, indicating where he wanted me to place myself.
“Yes, sir.” I gave my consent to his plan.
My submissive nature has taken the reins and I put my faith in him. I had to trust him. The only way forward for the both of us, my trust in him. He fucked me anally, hard and fast, his obvious arousal after the ice play was very apparent. I had no lube in my flat, so his entry was cautious and slow, aided by copious spitting on his manhood. Once in he was none too gentle and I hovered on the fence between pleasure and pain. He became increasingly rough with a vigour that bordered on the manic. Breathless, he was more frantic that usual, I had to try hard to accommodate him deep within me. All the time the ice-cubes melted and flowed out of me down on to the towel below.
“You. Will. Not. Lie. To me. Again. You are all mine. Understand?” He fucked in time to his demands.
“Yes, sir!” I practically shouted back at him.
My head bobbed back and forth as he held my waist, pummelling his body against mine, maximising his penetration. I remembered his comment that sex during the week would be quick, rough and business-like. “I don’t do romance, I just fuck,” his words echoed around my head. Fingers started to probe below around my front and touching my clitoris. He was close to coming now and I was exhausted. His fingers were using me faster and faster, forcing me into an orgasm. My body clenched tighter as he rubbed me frantically.
“Now,” he ordered me to climax.
It hit me, my entire body exploded with the powerful spasms. He was coming too, loudly and he grabbed me pulling me back on to his lap, tightly wrapping his arms around me. Together we imploded with our combined orgasms. Then they dissipated and our breathing steadied and grew quieter.
“Alright?” asked Jason gently in my ear.
I nodded.
“Sure?”
I nodded again.
We disentangled ourselves from each other and he wandered off to the bathroom to wash. I rested on my haunches on the spoiled towel. I was both deeply satisfied and strangely humiliated by our exploits. Jason sauntered back in, looking pleased with himself and very sexy. Boy, he was hot and sexy when naked. I left to go to the bathroom as he dressed himself, back in his immaculate grey silk suit. The tie returned to its right place, slightly crumpled and it was unusual to see him dishevelled. I had wrapped my bathrobe around myself and approached. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my hair. At that precise moment, the front doorbell rang. I drew back from him and my eyebrows furrowed.
“I should get that,” I murmured leaving him in the bedroom.
I slid the safety chain across, and through the crack in the door, I could see a tall woman hunkered down in the night coolness. Dark haired with a scarf about her neck she stamped her feet in the autumnal brisk wind. I recognised her instantly.
“Hi, Gem?” she said nervously. “It’s me, just calling by. See how you are.”
“Hi, Pip,” I replied.
I could not leave her on the doorstep; I owed her some courtesy. “Come in.” I shut the door and slipped the chain off.
As she came across the threshold and I closed the door behind her, a mobile rang out from the bedroom. Not mine, it was Jason’s. His voice, snappy and business like, was muffled through the bedroom door.
“Shit, sorry, Gemma,” blustered Pip. “I didn’t expect you to have a visitor.”
“It’s OK, Pip. Come into the lounge.” I showed her into my little front room.
“We, you know, haven’t heard from you in a while,” she said unwinding the scarf about her neck. Underneath it was black satin choker with a small ring pendant hanging off the middle. She unzipped her jacket and let the warm air into her clothing.
“You’re alright, aren’t you, Gem?” she asked cautiously taking in my covered nudity and the boxes stacked in the corner of the room.
“Yes, sure.” I tried to sound convincing and offered her a drink which she declined. “I’ve got my boyfriend here, well, sort of boyfriend.”
She raised an eyebrow and I believed she understood my vague description of Jason. To call him a boyfriend was not an accurate portrayal. I knew exactly what he was to me.
“Oh, I see. I didn’t think you invited them around to your place,” said Pip sitting down. “Are you ready for all that again?”
“Yes, I think so.” I bit my lip and sat next to her.
“Then why haven’t we seen you?” she pushed. “Dylan’s party last week? You did get an invite?”
I remembered the emailed invitation and felt rude that I had not replied. All my past friends had been pushed to the back of mind.
“Sorry. I should have sent a reply,” I said apologetically. “I’ve made a fresh start, Pip. New job, new man. I can’t go back to where I was. Too many memories.”
“I understand, Gemma,” she looked at the boxes. “You’re moving out?”
“Yes,” I said, “with him.”
I cocked my head towards the door. Jason must still be on the phone, I could not imagine he would be deliberating ignoring us.
“Are you ready for that? Living in is a big commitment. Sounds a bit quick.” She looked genuinely alarmed.
“It’s OK. He’s been good for me.” I did not want to mention specifics.
“You’ve healed up alright then?” she asked.
“Physically I’m fine, Pip. A little scarring. Nothing terrible.”
“You do look better, brighter in your cheeks.”
I could not tell her that I had just been fucked hard up the bum and my face was still flushed from the orgasm.
“I’m grateful for everything, Pip, all your help, everyone’s help after what happened,” I said. “I have to go with my instincts and they’re telling me that I’m in a good place now. Better place. If I go to parties, munchies or clubs, then it comes back to haunt me. He, he was there with me,” I whispered the last few words.
“So this is good-bye?” said Pip bewildered.
“No, please, email me, ring me. Just don’t expect me to show up anywhere. I’m going to be busy. He’s quite demanding of me. A nice kind of demanding,” I quickly paraphrased when she frowned.
“Are you absolutely sure about this, Gem? This isn’t some traumatic rebound is it?” She touched my hand as it rested on my lap.
I took a deep breath. Was I rebounding? Then I thought back on the last weekend with Jason. The incredible sex in his study and the swimming pool. The subdrop I had afterwards and his words of comfort as he picked me off the kitchen floor. Emotionally I was drifting and uncertain of our future together. I wiped the vision of sex from my mind and thought about him. Jason the caring dom, moving in with him and sharing myself with him every day. I gave Pip a beaming smile.
“No rebound, Pip. I’m happy. I trust him. Seriously, after all I’ve been through, if I can trust someone again then I must be on the right track. He’s something special, Pip. I’m a lucky girl.” I patted
her hand.
Her face relaxed and she flicked the hair out of her eyes. Older than me and certainly more experienced.
“How’s bossman?” I asked her.
“Oh same as ever. One visit a month. I think you’re brave moving in. Two years and we still only see each other occasionally. Leeds is such a long way. We manage. He’s left his wife. So I suppose he’s starting to take our relationship seriously.” She shrugged her shoulders.
I never was happy with her involvement with a married man though Pip had pointed out his wife had ceased sexual contact years ago and they had stayed together until the youngest child left home.
The door behind us opened and Jason appeared, mobile in his hand. I stood up immediately and went to him. He took in Pip with his ever observant eyes. He must have noticed the choker collar around her neck. Drawing me towards him with his free hand, he bent down and kiss my lips. His grip on me was tight as if his arms were a crab’s pincers.
“I can’t stay the night, early meeting in the morning. You understand?” He looked down at me, pulling my chin up so our eyes met. “Calls to make tonight as well.” He flashed the mobile before slipping it into his jacket pocket.
“Yes, I understand, sir.” I looked around the room. “I’ve got lots to do here.” I waved my hand around the room. Pip had risen too and I was not going to hide the nature of our relationship from my friend. She understood the dynamics very well. I stepped back to make the introductions.
“Jason, this is Philippa, Pip.” I watched him shake her hand.
“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” she said demurely. Pip was too well trained to be anything but super polite to another dominant even in the absence of her own master. “I hope I’ve not deprived you of Gemma’s company.”
“No,” smiled Jason. “We’d finished. You’ve know Gemma long?” His question was surprisingly acerbic.
“A few years, sir,” she blinked fractionally and I knew she had been hit by his voice, the eyes and the total demeanour that he could exude when he wanted to. “I helped Gemma, after....” her words ended abruptly.