The first thing he does is pull out his cell to try to get a signal. There’s absolutely no reception at the cabin. “Do you have signal?”
“I do,” he tells me as he swipes his phone. “It’s not a fantastic number of bars, but there are some. Head inside and get us some breakfast coming, I’m starving. I need to call the landlord.”
“Anything special you’d like?” I ask him.
“Surprise me. Order me what you think I’d like,” Pierce says, putting the pressure on me.
“Great,” I mumble as I head inside. I cross my arms over my breasts to keep my erect nipples hidden.
“Mornin’, girly,” an old woman wearing a dingy white apron and a mustard yellow waitress uniform greets me. Her white hair is piled high on top of her head, and I bet she’s been a staple at this establishment since it opened.
“Good morning, ma’am,” I call back to her. “Might I take that booth over there? The view’s lovely out these picture windows.”
“Sure, sit anywhere you’d like,” she says as she grabs a couple of menus and wipes them down with a rag she’s pulled out of her apron pocket. “You from London?”
“North Wales, actually. Contrary to popular opinion, all Brits do not reside in London. And have you always lived here in Pecan Grove?”
“Born and raised. My father opened this café when I was a little kid. I’ve worked here since I could walk. Can I get you some coffee?”
I inwardly applaud myself for being so insightful about the woman being a staple here. “Coffee would be nice. Bring me two of them. My, um, my …” I have no idea what to call Pierce. “My friend is outside on the phone. Bring him one too. And please bring cream and sugar as well.”
“I’ll get those for you while you look over our menu,” she tells me, then turns to leave.
The vast assortment of breakfast foods is astonishing. Crepes in all kinds of flavors fill an entire section. Waffles, pancakes, pigs in a blanket, and omelets of all types are on the menu.
“It’s impossible to pick one,” I mutter to myself as the waitress comes back with the coffees.
“I heard you having difficulty with the menu. Would you like to know what Old Bob’s specialty is?” she asks me with a wink.
“I’d love that,” I say as I put the menu down.
“He makes a mean Denver omelet. And on the side are some downhome cooked hash browns along with some mile-high homemade biscuits. You can even have a small bowl of gravy to dip them in, if you’d like. I like to round the meal out with a bowl of fresh fruit on top of vanilla yogurt. Does any of that sound good to you?”
“All of it does. Can you bring two orders of all that?” I hand her the menus back, and she gives me a smile. Her nametag reads Delores, so I add, “And thank you very much, Delores. My name’s Jade Thomas; it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
I reach out, and she shakes my hand. “It’s not often a customer introduces themselves to me, Jade. It’s refreshing. I’ll make sure it all comes out real special. I can see you want to impress that handsome friend of yours.”
I follow her eyes as she looks out the window. Pierce is still on his cell talking away, but looking at me as he stands on the sidewalk. “He is handsome, isn’t he?”
“He is, and he has eyes for you, my dear. Let me get cracking on this order. I’ll hurry it up for you.”
Pierce and I look at one another with the window between us. He’s smiling a bit, and then he gives me a thumbs up and ends the call, coming inside.
Hurrying to wipe away the damn tears that’ve sprung up, I try to push the thoughts of this ending out of my head so we can enjoy this breakfast that I pray is delicious. It’s not as if I’ve cooked it, but I feel the same pressure to make sure it’s good for him.
I have no idea how I made that a priority so quickly. It’s never entered my head to make sure anyone’s meal is as close to perfect as it can get. I’ve never cared what anyone thinks about what I wear or how my hair looks. So why did it all spring to life in me when I met Pierce?
Is it his natural dominating character that has me not only bending to his will but catering to him because I want to? Do I really want to be doing this? Acting this way? Or is it a subtle mind game he’s learned to play masterfully?
He slides into the booth on the opposite side and reaches out, taking both my hands and smiling like crazy at me. “You looked so pretty sitting here all alone. I imagined seeing you for the first time right here. Funny, huh?”
“I guess so,” I say, as I find it odd that he’d imagine something like that. “Pierce, have you always had the ability to make women do things they shouldn’t find pleasure in? Things like getting spanked, making meals, bathing you.”
“No,” he says with a shrug. “My only relationships had the women doing as they wished and none wished to do things for me. And I wasn’t into BDSM back then. I couldn’t tell you if they’d like to be handled the way I handle women now. And how are you feeling about being tied up today?”
“Honestly?” I ask him, and he nods. “Pierce, I find it more enjoyable than I thought I would. I want to feel your hands wrap the rope around my arms and legs and haul me into the air, suspending me over the wood floor of the playroom. Does that make me immoral?”
“Not at all,” he says as he shakes his head. “It makes you in touch with your true feelings. You’re not denying things because of what you’ve been taught is wrong or immoral. Yes, if things of that nature were done against your will, then that would definitely be wrong. But with your consent, then there’s nothing wrong with it, and it expands you as a person. You’ll see what I’m talking about. And we can go slowly. Just know that.”
Delores comes to us with gorgeous bowls of fresh fruit. “This should tide you kids over while the other food cooks. Can I get you some glasses of water?”
Pierce smiles at her. “That would be great. This looks amazing. Thank you.”
She places the bowls in front of us, then places a couple of gold linen napkins with silverware stored inside of them. “I’ll be right back with that and freshen up your coffees as well.”
“Thank you, Delores,” I say, sending her on her way.
Pierce reaches across the table with one hand, and I take it. “This is one of my favorite things to eat, Jade. You have an intuition about you that’s special.”
I nod and look down as I admit, “The waitress suggested everything. I didn’t do a thing but agree.”
“Great job agreeing, then. Let’s get to eating.”
I pick up the napkin, freeing my utensils, and smile all the while as I think about how happy it makes me to do such little things for Pierce. Like a silly child who delights in making her parents laugh, I feel as if I’m right back to those simple days when the smallest of things that I did to bring joy to their lives were the most important thing to me.
I have no idea if I’m evolving or devolving!
Pierce
Her eyes glisten in the dim light as I tighten the leather strap around her tits. Jade watches me as I dress her in the leather that barely covers her. Our first venture into the playroom has us both excited and a little nervous.
She’s chosen the music for this evening, a collection of hard rock ballads from the ‘80’s that’s purely instrumental and playing quietly in the background. I fasten the strap that holds the leather covering her pussy to the leather covering her tits and she’s done. “You look great.”
I move her to turn around so she can see herself in the full-length mirror I’ve placed on the far wall. “My Lord!”
Kissing the side of her neck, I run my hands over her stomach, then over her hips. “Stunning, aren’t you?”
“It’s weird. I look so, so …”
“Sexy,” I finish her thought. “And you’re about to look even sexier, tied up in my ropes. Now let’s do this right. Start at the beginning, but we’ll only play it out until the first six strokes of the flogger. Just like we talked about earlier.”
With a n
od, she walks away, kneeling outside the door. And I follow her, going to our bedroom to change into my dark, loose-fitting pants and nothing else.
As I walk back out, I look her over as she kneels, head down, and takes relaxing breaths. I braided her short hair in two sections that go down each side of her head. She looks like the real deal. A gorgeous female specimen, and I take pride in my work thus far.
Walking past her to the ropes that hang from the ceiling, I switch things up a bit so as not to completely reenact what I did with the woman on the video. I want Jade to feel special. “Come to me, Jade.”
As directed, she gets up, keeping her head down, and comes to me. I’ve instructed her to keep her head down until I tell her otherwise or pick it up myself. I’m surprised to find her body warm and not shaking as I take her right arm and run my hand up and down it. Moving the soft rope around it three times in a spiral fashion, I move her hand over it to hold it while I do the same to the other.
With both arms secured, I take two smaller sections of rope and tie them around each wrist, binding the larger rope to her and making it impossible for her to escape. “These will only come off you when I allow that, Jade. Do you understand?”
“I do,” she whispers huskily.
“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear. “Are you okay?”
“I am.”
With her approval, I move on, wrapping the remainder of the right rope around her upper thigh. I do the same with the rope on the left, then go to get more short rope to hold them in place. “Now, I’ll pull the ropes to suspend your body in the air, Jade. If you feel pulling at your shoulders or your hips, you must let me know right away. The risk of dislocation is great if that happens. You should feel pressure on both your arms and your legs, but nothing else.”
“I understand and promise to be honest with you, Pierce.”
I kiss her lips, then ask, “Would you like to be blindfolded?”
“Not at this time, please,” she answers.
I’ve explained to her that being held off the ground can feel a bit like vertigo and some respond better to it by being blindfolded. But I’ll let her have her way for now.
Hoisting the two ropes at the same time to keep her arms and legs at the same angle at all times, I lift her body off the ground, then hook the ropes to keep her up. Moving quickly, I pull two more ropes from hooks on the wall and tie them around her ankles, making her body go sideways, leaving her hanging over the floor, face first.
“Oh!” she says as she looks at the floor. “Um, uh …”
“Color, Jade?”
“Green. Just this feels odd is all.”
I leave her still for a moment so she can gain some equilibrium. “I’m going to move you back and forth now. Are you sure you still don’t want a blindfold?”
“I’m sure.”
Pulling the ropes, I move her back and forth and watch her close her eyes, then open them. I suppose she’s trying to see which way works best for her. “I’m going to pull you in the other direction now.”
“Okay.”
Her body swings from side to side and I keep pulling, taking her higher and higher into the air. The ceiling is tall, giving us lots of room to play with. She gasps each time I allow her body to swing close to the floor. It gives a false idea that she’ll hit it.
Her face is flushed, so I ease up and hold her in a stationary position. “Now to the flogging. If you’re ready for that.”
“Okay,” she says in a raspy breath. “Pierce?”
“Yes, Jade.”
“If I ask you to fuck me, will you?”
I ponder her question. That wasn’t the plan for today. But the pink color that’s covering her body has my dick hard, and I’d imagine it’ll get even harder as I strike her perfect ass. “If you want.”
“Okay,” she says, then I see her holding her lips in a tight line.
“Try your best not to hold your ass cheeks tightly. Try to let the flogger do to you what it’s supposed to. Tension lessens the reaction,” I let her know. “And how about we add the blindfold now?”
“Do you think it’s really a good idea?” she asks.
“I do. It’ll help you get out of your head easier.”
“Then do it,” she says and sighs. “This is kind of out of my comfort zone.”
“I know that, Jade. This isn’t about staying in that zone. It’s about evolving.” I get a black lace blindfold and put it over her eyes, then kiss her cheek. “I’ll go easy on you.”
She nods and sighs again. “Let’s do this.”
As she requested earlier, I go to the speaker and turn the music up louder. Then I go get the flogger and run it up her leg so she can feel that I have it. Her skin pimples and I see her body go tense. “Take a deep breath.”
She does as I’ve said and I run my hand over her exposed ass cheek. As much as I crave watching her ass grow in color with every strike, I know she needs some cushion between her and the flogger. I take a wrap-around skirt of spandex and tie it on her, covering her ass.
Six strikes are what she wants. Without letting her know I’m about to start, because I’m sure she’ll tense up, I start the process. Using a figure eight motion, I deliver alternating strikes to each cheek and find her screaming from the first one. “Ow!”
When I’m done, I move to her face. “Are you okay?”
“Give me six more, please,” she answers.
“Jade, I don’t …”
“Pierce, I was just getting into it, then you stopped. Six more, please.”
Shaking my head as I go back to her ass, I grin. She totally has what it takes, and I can see a future of all kinds of cool shit with her.
Too bad this can only last a couple of months!
Jade
Heat fills me as Pierce flogs my ass again. Each hit is a thud and sends dull pain through my lower region. And for reasons I can’t explain, it has my pussy wet and wanting. The loud rock music, full of electric guitars, has my head fuzzy, and I feel as if I’m tipsy.
“Can you add in some more, Pierce? I’m craving more.”
“Damn, baby! It’s like you were made for this,” he says with excitement.
The blindfold still covers my eyes, leaving me seeing only dark shadows in the dimly lit room. I feel the lower leather strap release my pussy, and then his tongue moves over it. Then he’s gone, and the ropes begin to move. My body’s spun around, and I think I’m facing up. The blood leaves the front part of my body and starts to pool in the back of it. And that leaves my ass pounding.
It didn’t hurt this much before!
Pierce is back, licking my cunt as I begin to pant from the pulsing of my entire ass and the sensation his tongue is giving the front part of me. “Ahh …” I moan.
He grips my ass, making me groan with a mixture of agony and pleasure. It makes no sense at all to my logical mind. My body cares nothing for logic. It’s running on pure adrenaline.
Pierce’s harsh words hit my ears like rocks being thrown at my head. “You’re my bitch, Jade. My little whore!”
I try not to let his words agitate me. He means them to, and I try hard not to listen to him. It’s intended to rile me, and he says that makes things better, but I can’t wrap my head around that at the moment.
His teeth nip my clit, and I scream, “No!”
“Your cunt is mine, bitch! I’ll do to it what I want,” he growls at me. “You’ll shut the fuck up and take whatever I give your ass. One more outburst and you’ll feel the sting of my whip on your tender flesh.”
I hear his bare feet as they pad across the wooden floor, then I hear him take something off a hook, and then the sizzle of a whip has my body shaking. “No, Pierce! This wasn’t in the plan!”
“You’re the one who wants to keep going, Jade. I’m just doing what you said to,” he says, with a sinister tone to his voice. He sounds as if someone has taken him over. Someone who sounds evil and scary.
My trust in him is faltering fast as the whip snaps arou
nd my body. It pops so close, I can feel the air off it. “Pierce!”
I hear a thudding sound, then feel his hands on my waist. His cock touches the edge of my vagina as the skirt he tied on me is torn off. A solid smack of his hand has my sore ass pounding again as he shoves his fat cock into me. “You’re soaking wet for me, Jade. You like it! You want it!”
His cock feels so good inside of me. All I can do is moan as he pulls my body to his, making hard thrusts into me. I should feel like a piece of meat being used to satisfy him, yet I don’t. I feel like a part of him in a way I didn’t know I would.
I could never have guessed that I’d feel this way. I’m flying back and forth as he takes me. His cock slams into me, making me gasp, and plead for him never to stop. And my words have him doing what I begged him not to. He’s gone!
“Pierce?”
I feel him removing the leather that’s covering my breasts. His mouth takes one as his hand moves over the other, then I feel a clamp close on it and scream, “God! No! Pierce!”
“Color, Jade?”
I try to breathe and seem to be scanning my entire body. I find it’s on fire, but somehow it’s not only bearable, it’s also fascinating, and I don’t want the feelings to stop. “Green.”
“Good girl,” he hisses in my ear. “Fuck, you’re incredible, baby.” His tongue moves into my ear and I moan with how lusty it feels. “I’m going to skull fuck you now.”
My mouth waters as I think about his dick in my mouth. I can hear him walk around me, then his hands are on either side of my head and his cock hits my lips. I open my mouth and gag as he plunges into it.
I feel it go all the way in, down my throat, and he groans with the feeling. He holds my head still as he thrusts his juicy cock into my mouth. It’s not like the blowjobs I’ve given him. It’s so different, and now I do feel used. But being used by him is okay in my mind.
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