by Sky Corgan
“Are you alright?” he asked with a look of concern.
“Yeah. It just stings a little,” I breathed.
Slowly, Jack began rocking back and forth. It took a little while, but the pain eventually eased up, giving way to strange new pleasures that my body had never experienced before. I loved the look in Jack's eyes as he fucked me, as if he was totally consumed and could think of nothing else but being with me in that moment.
It wasn't long before Jack was spent, and he pulled out to let loose on my stomach. I watched the thin stream of milky liquid spurt from his tip, landing evenly on my skin and the corset. I did my best to focus on his eyes, enjoying the look of relief and utter pleasure in them. When he was done, Jack went to the cabinet for a towel to clean me off with before turning the cranks to lower me to the ground.
“How was it?” he asked as he unfastened my restraints.
“It was good.” I grinned, suddenly obsessed with watching every move that he made. His back glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as he knelt to release my ankles, and when he stood again, I could see traces of my blood on his cock. “How was it for you?”
“It was excellent.”
“Do you want to take a shower together?”
“I would love to.” A large smile creased the corners of Jack's lips at the suggestion, and I think in that moment, we both knew that everything would be alright.
In the shower, we spent more time kissing than we actually did getting clean. It was nice to know that Jack still wanted to be affectionate when all the fireworks of having sex had died down. After we were toweled off and dressed, he walked me out to the car.
“It really sucks that I can't stay here,” I commented, gazing up at the moon.
“We'll have our whole lifetimes to sleep together soon,” he said with a sigh, and I couldn't tell if he was happy or sad.
The drive back to Jack's parents' house was quiet, as normal, though this time my mind was busy replaying the night of passion we had instead of worrying about something that was going wrong. It was a very welcome change.
“Goodnight,” he whispered to me on the doorstep, leaning in for a kiss on the side of my mouth. I smirked at the fact that he bothered to give me a chaste kiss after all we had just done together.
That night, I slept like a rock. It was the first solid sleep I had gotten in New York. If sex was a good sleep aid, then maybe we should have it more often, I grinned deviously to myself.
Before heading out the door to meet with Jack's mother about wedding arrangements, I checked my cell phone. There were two missed calls from Liam and a text message. My heart sunk at the mere thought of his name, and all the happiness I felt faded away with thoughts that I had somehow betrayed him.
Thankfully, Liam's text wasn't too invasive, simply asking if I was alright. I responded that everything was fine, and resolved to try to forget about him for now. The worst thing I could do was get my emotions all jumbled up again when I was just starting to get warmed up to Jack—very warmed up. The stupid grin returned.
I was on cloud nine for most of the day, nodding and grinning to whatever his mother had to say. I stopped caring about the wedding a while back. The only thing I looked forward to now was enjoying a lot more sex with Jack. What had he done to me?
At night, I anxiously waited for him to pick me up for dinner. We were past the wining and dining phase, but I still allowed him to take me out and show me off. It was an expensive meal at Per Se, and then back to Jack's mansion for our extra-curricular activities.
“It's time to live up to your part of the bargain,” I told him as he led me towards the dungeon.
“What do you mean?”
“You agreed to tell why you have a BDSM fetish.”
Jack's body stiffened, and he stopped dead in his tracks. “Let me get you tied down first, and then I'll tell you.” He continued walking.
“Is it so bad that you think I'll run off once you tell me?” I teased.
“No, it's just going to take me that long until I figure out how to word it.”
I decided to let Jack have his way. Tonight, he preferred me naked and restrained to the queen-size bed. It was a lot more comfortable than being hoisted into the air. The leather from the corset had left marks in my skin. While it wasn't pleasant, I hadn't bothered complaining. At the time, my mind was too consumed with other things.
“Now, tell me,” I said, looking up at him as he knelt next to the bed.
Jack avoided my eyes, staring down at the burgundy comforter. “It's kind of embarrassing.”
“I promise I won't laugh.”
“I didn't really expect you to.”
I could tell that he wanted me to remain quiet, and so I did while he told his story.
“The first girl I was with, she was really kinky.” Jack smiled at the memory. “A lot more experienced than I was. She taught me everything I know about BDSM. How to be a good dominant. Sex with her was absolutely amazing. But then she moved. And the next girl I hooked up with wanted a soft loving relationship. So, I gave it to her. I pretty much let her lead, while I followed. When we broke up, she told everyone at school that I was a bad lay. She even posted it on Facebook. After that, I decided that I would only sleep with submissive women." His eyes darkened. “Submissive girls don't talk about what happens behind closed doors.”
“It sounds like your second girlfriend was just a petty bitch,” I commented, not seeing the logic in his thinking.
“Maybe she was.” He shrugged. “I just know that she scarred me for life.”
Men are so prideful when it comes to such silly things, I thought to myself. I couldn't believe that was his big secret. While I was happy it wasn't something more serious, I was a bit frustrated that it had taken Jack this long to tell me something so simple.
“Well, I have nothing to base your performance off of, so you shouldn't have had anything to worry about to begin with,” I told him.
“I suppose not. I was honestly relieved when you told me that you were a virgin, but a bit nervous at the same time. I've never been someone's first,” he admitted.
“Well, now you have, and you'll also be my always and only.” I gave Jack a serious look, trying to drag him back into the moment.
“I know,” he smiled warmly. “And I love you already.”
My heart swooned as Jack bent down to kiss me. There was an electricity between us that hadn't been there before, and I found myself falling for him.
“Now,” he leaned back, “I agreed to teach you about BDSM, and so I shall.”
“I'm sure you'll be an amazing teacher.” I couldn't help but grin at his obvious uncertainty. This was going to be fun. Much more fun than the BDSM school could have ever hoped to be.
“First, you will call me master when we're in here. Second, you'll do exactly what I say when I say it. Third, you will not speak unless spoken to.”
“Do I get safety words?”
Jack flicked one of my nipples, and I jerked from the shock of it. “I did not say you could speak.” Now, he was getting more serious. “Yes. I'm not sure if they went over it with you at the school, but the safety words are red and yellow. Red means that you want to stop. Yellow means that you want me to slow down or decrease the intensity. I'm not into gagging. I like my submissives to be vocal, so you shouldn't have the need for hand signals. I figured, to keep things interesting, each time we're together, I'll introduce you to something different. So, kind of like a new lesson every day. Do you like the sound of that?”
Just in case I still wasn't allowed to speak, I nodded instead. The thought of trying something new every time we were together was incredibly exciting. Much better than lumping it all into one overwhelming lesson. Now I'd have something to look forward to, as if just being with Jack wasn't enough.
“Today we're going to take things fairly easy and practice a bit of pain play,” he said.
I watched Jack pull something from the bedside table, a pair of clamps attached by a thin
metal chain. Without hesitation, he placed one on each of my nipples. The pressure of the plastic-coated tips biting into my flesh hurt, but not as much as I had imagined it would.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Green,” I answered almost instinctively, and he gave me a funny look. “Sorry. I got that from the BDSM school.”
“Oh.”
I noticed that the longer the clamps stayed on my nipples, the more they hurt, drawing me closer to my limit of pain. Jack leaned over and lapped at the sensitive tips of my nipples, temporarily drowning out my pain with pleasure. Then he slid a hand beneath my legs, palming my cunt as he stuck a finger inside.
“You're nice and wet,” Jack moaned against my skin, sending a shiver down below.
I groaned as he picked up the pace, slamming his finger into me while his hand dug against the erect nub of my clit, driving me closer and closer to climax.
“Come for me, my love,” Jack whispered, gazing intently into my eyes.
It was enough to send me over the edge, and I held my breath as my toes curled while my orgasm played out. Soon, I was panting below him, thinking of how wicked he was to make me want him so badly.
“Now for your reward,” Jack said, moving to unfasten my ankle restraints and then crawl between my legs.
He grabbed the chain that connected the nipple clamps and gave it a gentle tug, causing a surge of pain to race across my chest. I winced, and he watched my expression with a pleased grin.
“Good girl.” Jack grabbed my legs and pulled them over his hips. I barely had time to look down and see his thick erection coming towards my hole before he slipped it inside. Almost instinctively, my back arched, and I moaned as we became one.
“Oh yes,” I cried out, not caring if I was breaking my no speaking rule.
Jack was a lot more aggressive this time, pumping into me with a voraciousness I hadn't felt from him before. This was him in his element. Powerful and dominating.
To my surprise, I rather enjoyed Jack's fast hard love making. No, it wasn't love making. It was fucking. He was fucking me, and he was doing a good job of it.
I cried out while Jack thrust into oblivion, taking my body to places it had never been before. My pussy deliciously clenched around his cock as I erupted into another orgasm, and I could feel my tremors traveling all the way into him, causing him to pant as his own body was about to give. Almost as soon as my orgasm ceased, Jack pulled out, gasping for breath while he shot his load onto my stomach. This time, there was no corset to catch the torrent, and my stomach ended up nice and coated.
“Holy shit,” he coughed, leaning back on his calves to steady himself. “That was amazing.”
I purred at the exhausted look on his face. Knowing that I had drained him completely was one of the most satisfying feelings I have ever experienced. Sex with Jack was definitely good.
After going to get a towel to clean me off, Jack removed the nipple clamps one at a time. My breath hitched as pain coursed through my breasts. For a split second, it was even worse than the crushing sensation of having them on.
“Hurts, doesn't it?” he asked, as if my expression wasn't answer enough.
“Am I aloud to speak now?” I teased, fully knowing that my lesson for the day was over.
“Yes.” He grinned.
“It hurts worse when you take them off than when you put them on.”
“Sometimes it does,” he admitted. “When we're married, I'll probably want you to wear them around the house sometimes. Would that bother you?”
“Not if I got rewarded for it.” I leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his bottom lip. That didn't seem to please Jack enough though, and soon he was holding me in his arms, stealing my breath with an onslaught of passionate kisses.
I moaned against his lips, enjoying his affection. Now, I was truly happy with my fate as his wife.
“I can't wait for tomorrow's lesson,” I whispered, running my nails through the back of his slightly damp hair.
“Miss Nguyen, I do believe you are a very sexy girl.”
“Your very sexy girl.”
Jack held me in his arms for what felt like an eternity—for what I wished was an eternity. But I couldn't stay with him all night. His parents expected me to come home, and I quickly began to realize that perhaps their Christian morals weren't as well suited to my liking as they had been when I first arrived in New York.
At their doorstep, he placed another chaste kiss on the side of my mouth, and I couldn't help but grin stupidly at him as he walked away. For as much as Jack Kemble had disclosed to me, for as comfortable as I was around him, and as much as we had done together, he still seemed like a mystery. Sweet and kinky and kind, I was falling in love with him.
The next day couldn't come soon enough. My every waking breath was consumed with thoughts of Jack and the crazy kinky things he had planned for me. What a different girl I had become in only a few short weeks. From shy and conservative to absolutely sex crazed. I blushed at the thought.
I was more than eager to follow Jack into the dungeon, no longer seeing it as a place of torture. Now, it was the room where all of my desires came to life, a place where I had Jack all to myself, stripped of the burdens of the outside world.
“Today, we're going to do something a little different,” he began, leading me to the bed. “We're not going to have sex today.”
“What?” My ear to ear grin promptly faded.
“I want you to masturbate for me.”
That was even worse. I had never pleasured myself to climax before. The very thought of it was embarrassing.
“I'd rather you do it for me,” I grumbled.
“Watching you would give me great pleasure. Besides, you're not supposed to disobey me when we're in here, remember?” He gave me a playful slap on the ass.
I had actually forgotten. For some reason, I couldn't switch my mind to submissive whenever we entered the room. Perhaps that would change over time.
“So, I have no say in this?” I asked, following his lead as he began to undress.
“Nope. And the next word out of your mouth will earn you a spanking. Remember, in here, you do what I say when I say it, and you don't speak unless I say you can. Tomorrow, you won't get any warnings.”
When we were both completely undressed, I crawled up onto the bed, and Jack sat at the foot of the bed, giving himself a good view of the action. My palms began to sweat as he watched me expectantly. It was incredibly awkward being stared at in such a way, and I found myself quickly becoming self-conscious. Everything in me wanted to speak, but I knew better, so instead I just laid there, returning Jack's gaze.
“Well, go on,” he prodded me.
“I don't know what to do.” I screwed my face, mildly fearful of punishment.
“Sure you do. Just do what I did to you the other day.”
Knowing that I had been given a free pass, I tried to relax while I slipped a hand between my legs. It didn't feel as good touching myself as it did when Jack touched me. His fingers were thick and skilled. Mine were thin and clueless. Slowly, I massaged around my clit, hoping that if it looked like I was doing a bad job that Jack would come take over.
“You can't seriously tell me that you've never touched yourself before.” He gave me a sarcastic look of disbelief.
“Never.” I shook my head to add emphasis to the word.
“Just do what feels good. It might help if you pretend like I'm not even here.”
“That's much easier said than done.” I rolled my eyes and then relaxed my head against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.
Maybe if I pretended that it was his hand instead of mine. I closed my eyes, feeling the warm moistness of my skin. Using two fingers, I pressed down on my clit as I made small circles. Slowly, I began to feel my pleasure building. My free hand came up to play with one of my erect nipples, rolling it between my fingertips.
“Spread your legs a bit wider,” Jack requested, and I did as I was told
, trying to ignore the fact that he was watching my every move.
The more I played with myself, the more ragged my breathing became, and I realized that masturbating wasn't so difficult after all.
“Stop,” Jack said, right before I was about to climax. Like the waves receding from the ocean, I felt my pleasure ebb away as my hand left my body, and all I could think about was how I wanted more.
Jack crawled up onto the bed, towering over me with cock in hand, and for a moment, I was confused about what he was doing. Then he straddled my head, letting his manhood hang freely over my face, and I know what he wanted.
The thought of taking Jack's cock into my mouth absolutely repulsed me. Never had I desired to suck a man's phallus before. To be honest, I didn't even picture fellatio being a part of my sex life until meeting Jack. And while I really didn't want to suck him off, the fact that he had eaten me out meant that I was obligated to return the favor. If my face hadn't been so occupied staring at Jack's manhood in apprehension, I probably would have scowled.
“Open,” Jack told me.
For a moment, I was reluctant. In response, Jack leaned back and twisted one of my nipples, hard. I winced from the pain.
“Open,” he said again, and this time, I listened, though I was sure the look on my face was absolutely mortified.
Slowly, he lowered himself, and I felt his glans crest my teeth, his balls sagging down onto my chin. I closed my eyes, and covered my teeth with my lips, mindful not to bite him. While I had never given a blowjob before, I knew the basic rules.
As the smooth surface of Jack's glans touched my tongue, I cowered away, already overwhelmed by his masculine smell. It wasn't unpleasant, just different, and it made me wonder what he thought about my scent.
“Suck,” Jack commanded, and my lips closed around him, feeling the thick veins of his member. “Just pretend it's a Blow Pop.”
A salt flavored Blow Pop, I thought as I allowed my tongue to begin exploring the underside of his shaft. The longer it sat in my mouth, the less unpleasant it became. Soon, I was more fascinated than disgusted, feeling the surprising smoothness of his skin with my tongue as my throat worked to suck him off.