“Jennifer… Do you hate me?”
She tensed, but it wasn’t in anger. “Hate you? Heck no.” She reached out and put a hand on his arm. “Blake, I asked for it. I wanted it. It was right. Not necessarily fun, but right.”
“You can’t say I didn’t push you toward it.”
“No, but I would’ve just said no if it were someplace I didn’t want to go.”
“And if it were a regular feature of a relationship? How would you feel about that?”
“Depends what you mean by ‘regular’. Once a day, no. Once a week, I’m not sure—”
“When it’s called for, by our mutual decision.”
“Okay. I guess I can live with that.”
The doubt in her voice concerned him, but he didn’t blame her for having reservations. It was a scary thing.
“It’s always negotiable,” he said, hoping that would reassure her. She nodded, and even in the shadowy light he could see the dazzling smile that warmed his heart and his libido together. It was a miracle he managed to get them both back to his apartment in once piece. Need and desire for her were a raging torrent surging through his bloodstream, pounding in a tide at the wall of flesh barely holding him together.
How they actually got from his car to the apartment, he couldn’t quite remember later either. But got in they did and raced for his bedroom, shedding clothes as they went. He kicked off his shoes in the living room, stripped off his shirt in the hall and then pushed off jeans and socks in the entrance to the bedroom. Jennifer removed and dropped her sweater and skirt along the way. Moments later, she stood in his bedroom, watching him, wearing only a lacy camisole and silky underpants, her blonde hair tussled, her eyes blazing a message of desire.
He pushed off his briefs to free himself from the restraint. His cock and balls were so full they ached to have her. But first he planned to make her as wild and needy as he felt right now.
“On the bed,” he ordered.
She hesitated, looked at it, then stood her ground. Just what he’d hoped would happen. He sat on the side of the bed and pulled her over his knee. It wasn’t likely she still felt the effects of the earlier punishment, but he didn’t want to overdo it, so he rolled her panties off and checked her bottom. Not even a faint shading of pink colored the creamy mounds.
He couldn’t keep his hands from exploring the glorious curves and satiny texture for a few minutes before he finally raised a palm and smacked it down on the waiting flesh. She made a huffing sound that wasn’t a groan, but more surprise laced with excitement. The way she wriggled her bottom made his cock fill even more. Her squirming pressed her abdomen against it, and the thrill rocked him into a shiver of anticipation.
He slapped her buttocks again and again, finding a slow rhythm that didn’t tax his shoulder or hand and gave her time to appreciate the burn from each smack before he laid on the next one. A pink tinge began to flood the area, but since she showed no sign of wanting him to stop, he kept on spanking. The pink darkened gradually to more of a rosy glow.
Her soft grunts moved into low moans of mixed pain and pleasure, interspersed with yelps of surprise when a harder blow jolted her. But she still gave no indication it was too much. He stopped to rub her bottom, appreciating the heat and rough texture as signs of her submission to him.
She groaned when he nudged her legs apart and slid a finger down the slit of her buttocks to her hot, damp pussy. He rubbed up and down the insides of her thighs until she squealed and rolled herself over to sit in his lap. One of her hands wrapped around his shoulder, the other ran up and down his chest, exploring muscles and nipples.
Heat surged through him. He drew a harsh breath and held it to keep from rolling them over and shoving into her right then. Instead he leaned over and kissed her, hard and deep, plunging his tongue into her the way he wanted to ram his cock into her sweet pussy. She tasted of coffee, cheesecake and wild, sweet desire.
He ran his fingers over her nipples, rubbing and tweaking until she drew back to catch a sobbing breath. Just the way she groaned his name, “Blake,” made his cock tighten. He tipped them back and they reorganized themselves so they lay on the bed. Before he could say anything, though, Jennifer raised herself on an elbow and leaned over him, angling toward his groin.
Her tongue flicked out and just barely swiped across his cock. Breath caught in his throat and muscles tensed all through his body. She did it again, quick licks up and down his shaft. Lightning bolts zinged along his nerves. “God,” he moaned, and it was a prayer of sorts. He wasn’t sure he could survive it. Wasn’t sure his body could hold such pleasure without it bursting free.
She tested his control even farther when one hand went to his balls and began kneading them gently while her tongue continued its assault on his rod. She continued until he couldn’t bear it for another second. He pushed himself up and grabbed a condom. Handing it to her, he said, “Put it on.”
She took her time rolling it down his cock until his breath pumped in and out on labored sobs. Once she finished, she lay back down and he moved on top of her. “Are you ready?” he asked. She’d damn well better say yes.
Her eyes gleamed brilliantly green. “Please don’t wait more than five more seconds. I won’t be responsible for the consequences.” She spread her legs and then wound them around his waist as he entered her. Slick, soft heat embraced him, promising him home and heaven. It took tremendous effort to keep from coming the first couple of times he pumped in and out. Her channel held him so closely, so warmly, so savagely tight.
But he felt the tension in her and wanted to hold out as long as he could. Her gasping breath and the rigidity of her muscles showed how close she was to tipping over the edge. Sweat formed and began to run down his temples and chest. His blood thrummed a steady beat of pressure, more pressure and then even more.
Until at last she gave a loud squeal and he felt the spasms of orgasm roll through her. He let go, gave in to the pressure and melted into the triumphant feeling of release.
When they could finally breathe again, he leaned down and kissed her, then pulled out and shifted so he lay beside her. He cradled her against him, running his fingers through the silky strands of her hair.
He wanted her with him like this all night, every night. Every night for the rest of his life. The thought stunned him for a moment, but as it settled into his mind, it nestled so comfortably in the center of his being he knew it was right. Blake almost opened his mouth to tell her that, but it was too soon. They’d known each other only a few weeks. Instead he said, “I love you.” Even that was a bit of a shock to him.
Maybe it was to her as well. She rolled over to face him and leaned in to kiss him. “I love you too. You turn me on like no man ever has before.”
* * * * *
The blare of the alarm clock jarred her awake at six-thirty the next morning. She didn’t remember Blake setting it, but Jen forgave him for the early wake-up call when she tasted the coffee he made. He must use primo beans because it was the best she’d ever had. And it turned out she needed the time since she had no fresh clothes. “I need to bring some stuff over if we’re going to do this very often,” she said.
“I’ll be glad to help you move whatever you want,” Blake offered.
Jen laughed and said, “I’m not quite ready for that yet. But I’ll bring some things for the weekend. By the way, how about we do a bike outing on Saturday? We can rent them from Charlie’s and there are some great trails out to the hills.”
“I haven’t ridden a bike in years,” he admitted.
“You don’t forget how. You’ll just need a little practice to get back into it. But this is an easy ride. We can take a picnic.”
“All right. Sounds good.” He gave her a more searching look as they finished breakfast and got ready to go. “Are you okay? After yesterday, I mean?”
She grinned and kissed him. “I’m fine. Better than fine. Hear? It was what I needed. What the better part of me wanted. And I’m thrilled t
o find a man who can give it to me. As long as we maintain the ‘discussing it first’ thing, we’re good. I’ll see you tonight for tutoring?”
He nodded. “And in class tomorrow. I’ve got duty at the club tomorrow night and Friday. Filling in for a friend, so I won’t see you again until Saturday.”
“I’ve got some serious studying to do for a couple of exams.”
She did actually manage to do some studying in the next few days. After class on Thursday, they didn’t meet again until Saturday morning. The hours in between passed slowly. When she wasn’t with him, her thoughts tended to drift off to memories of Blake, reviewing their last encounter and anticipating the next. She wanted to be with him all the time.
This was so different from any of her previous relationships. So much deeper, more serious, more complicated. And yet simple at its basis. She loved Blake Daniels. Loved pretty much everything about him. Loved spending time talking to him, working on math problems together, going to dinner with him, even just being quiet with him. More than anything, she loved making love with him. Even the dominance and spanking stuff added spice to the sweetness. This might be it. She could envision spending the rest of her life with Blake, if only she could get him to lighten up a bit, to learn how to laugh again.
And as long as he was serious about his policy of discussing any real discipline first, before it could become an issue.
He picked her up at nine Saturday morning and they drove to the rental place for the bikes. Jen and her suite-mates had done the same outing the previous year, so she knew the trail. They both took a couple of turns around the bike path behind the rental place to be sure of their balance. As she expected, after a shaky couple of minutes, his confidence returned and they were ready to hit the road.
A beautiful fall day contributed to the pleasure of the ride, with temperatures cool enough to be pleasant but not too chilly. Warm sunshine bathed them. A deep blue sky provided the perfect backdrop to trees outfitted in leaves turned red, orange and gold. The road they traveled had been recently repaved but traffic was sparse.
The effort needed for pedaling increased as they wound into more hilly country, but the inclines weren’t steep enough to challenge them unduly.
Just after noon, they reached the summit of one of the hills and stopped to spread a blanket in a clear grassy area and eat. The exercise induced a hunger that ensured they ate every bite she’d packed, consuming cheese and ham sandwiches, pretzels, grapes, carrot sticks and cookies, washed down with lemonade.
Afterward they stretched out, wrapped themselves together in the blanket and made love, gently and sweetly. Later, after another pleasant ride back, easier because it was mostly downhill this time, they showered at his apartment, made love again and went out to dinner. They slept together in his bed that night. She curled up in his arms and fell asleep quickly.
She cooked bacon, eggs and pancakes for them the next morning. They planned a quiet day of study mingled with other activities, but he got a call around noon asking him to come to his Disciplinarians group to cover for a sick member.
“It’s just for a few hours,” he told her. “And I’ll bring back a surprise for you.”
“Bribes?”
His solemn face almost made it to a smile. “Of course. You bribable?”
“For the right person, yes.”
He kissed her and tweaked a nipple at the same time before he asked, “Am I the right person?”
“Definitely. Can I go to this group with you sometime?”
He hesitated. “It’s not like a normal club. There are no parties or regular meetings. Just people who come in for our…treatment and the occasional demonstration. It’s important to the people who need it though. There are a couple of spin-off club deals, though, which are more social. I used to go to them occasionally before. I haven’t been since I’ve been back and I don’t feel any need or interest now.”
“Because of me?”
He gave her a full-fledged smile this time and ran his fingers through her hair. “Because of you.”
Those words carried her through a long, dreary afternoon of working on a paper for a Social Systems and Family Groups class. She wasn’t wild about the subject, but it fit in as a related course to her major and fulfilled the last Humanities requirement. It needed to be done in the next week, but she had trouble concentrating on it. Especially when she thought about the “surprise” he promised her and what she hoped would happen when he returned.
The time dragged, but she did get a good part of the outline finished and the first page of the ten she needed done while he was away. When he got back, they collaborated on dinner and then watched a television program on the History Channel he wanted to see.
The subject matter didn’t interest her very much, but the cuddling up with him was more than worth the time spent. Fifteen minutes into the show he drew her onto his lap and kissed her neck. His hand rested on her stomach then traveled up to play with her breasts through the sweatshirt she wore. The hard jut of his cock pressed against her bottom, but he seemed in no hurry to satisfy it. Half an hour into the show, he drew her sweatshirt over her head and resumed caressing her. Another ten minutes passed before he removed the camisole as well to bare her breasts.
She sucked in a sharp breath as he played with her nipples, but forced herself to keep as calm as possible. “How long does this show go on?” she asked him.
“Two hours. In a hurry? We have all night.”
“I know…”
“Take it easy. Enjoy.”
She settled back, willing the arousal to stay at a simmer. For revenge, she unbuttoned his shirt and played with his chest, winding her fingers in the hair there, shaping the strong muscles with her palms and tweaking his nipples. Though he gasped once or twice and even flinched, he refused to be goaded into hurrying his thorough treatment of her breasts.
At the hour break, he got up, went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of cold beer for each of them. After taking a long swig, though, he rested the bottom of the icy glass on her breast. She sucked in a sharp breath as the cold penetrated and started a different kind of tingle going. He swirled it in narrow circles, rubbing it around her nipple and areola.
In revenge she let her bottle sit in his lap, right on the bulge where his pants tented over his cock. When the cold penetrated, he shifted and chided, “You’re a wicked woman. I have just the thing to tame you.” Another ad came on and he got up and left the room again, returning with a small cloth bag, which he handed to her.
“What’s this?” She fingered the bag, feeling two small objects within. “Earrings?”
“Not exactly. Take them out.”
Two small stainless steel clamps slid out onto her hand when she upended the bag. “Nipple clamps?” she ventured. “Heard of them, but I’ve never actually seen them. I’m not sure if I’m ready for this.”
“They’re adjustable.” He pointed to the small screws that tightened or loosened them. “We’ll start gentle. If you’re game?”
“Oh, why not? I get to call a halt, though, if it’s more than I can take?”
“Of course. But I have a few demands too. We’ll get to those in a bit. In the meantime…ready to try these out?” He took one of the clamps from her and adjusted the screw. “Now, lay back.”
Jen stretched out on the sofa, head on the arm and legs in his lap, before he moved off the couch to kneel beside it. He kept half an eye on the television, but it was clear his interest had been diverted.
He stroked her breast until the nipple beaded into a hard bud, then he opened the clip and slid it over, letting it close on the tip. She sucked in a sharp breath. Lightning bolt jolts of pain shot from the pinched flesh into her core, harsh at first, but then transmuting into a fiery, rich sensation that made her pussy clench and swell. The cycle repeated itself when he clipped the second one on her other breast. “Jeez!” she yelped.
The sensation was odd, painful yet thrilling at the same time. Hot and cold
, fire and ice, the blazing tide lifted her into a new level of arousal. She didn’t think she could stand it for long, but as the first jolting pinch faded, the sensation warmed into a deep, satisfying rush of prickly warmth that charged into every limb before settling in her pussy.
He flicked a nipple and it sent a new fire surging through her. “Holy shit,” she moaned. “That’s…”
“What?”
She drew in a sharp breath as he flicked the other nipple. “Almost too…much.”
He released the first one and a quick pain lanced through her, forcing out a yelp that was almost a scream. But the afterburn…oh, that was delicious!
And when he leaned over and put his mouth where the clips had just squeezed, it was exquisite, almost beyond containing. Her muscles tightened so much she could barely breathe. A long moan slipped out anyway. He removed the second clip and another slicing knife slash of agony zipped from the site before fading into the after-fire.
“I want you so badly,” she whispered to him. “I want you in me.”
“Not yet. Time for you to do some work,” he said. “Strip and get on your knees. Between my legs.”
While she shucked the rest of her clothes, he sat up straighter on the sofa, opened the zipper of his pants, pushed them off, and spread his legs wide, with only the fabric of his white briefs holding in the bulge of his cock. Jen knelt on the floor between his legs, putting a hand on each muscular thigh to support herself. She took a moment to revel in staring at his lean, strong frame, savoring the fragrance of masculine body wash combined with potent arousal.
“Wait,” he told her when she tipped her head forward. He picked up the nipple clamps again. Loosened each slightly and put them back on her. She sucked in a breath as the pinching sent jagged shards of combined pleasure and pain tearing through her system to settle in her cunt.
He leaned back without giving further orders, so she risked putting a gentle hand on the bulge. Blake let out a long sigh when she began to knead it carefully. The firm flesh below the cotton grew even harder as she fingered it. He threw his head back against the back of the sofa, gasping, as she continued her exploration, fingers crawling up the cotton to the waistband, then back down again, inside the containing fabric.
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