by Sam Crescent
Her submission with regards to him had taken over. Even now as she fought him, her heart was fighting for her to give in. Jason wasn’t the kind of man to hurt her.
But you can never be too careful.
She growled in frustration at her own inner doubts.
He cupped her face. “Don’t you ever accuse me of lying, sub.” Jason let go of her face and pulled away. She watched him clamp his legs together and then point at them. “Get over. You’re getting twenty for your insolence.”
“You’re not my Dom anymore,” Emily lied. Jason would always be her Dom.
“Get over my knee and accept your punishment.”
She glanced at his knees and there was a yearning deep inside her. It would be easy to lie across his knees. Emily wanted to. She wanted to feel the hot smack of his hand across her butt. The heat of the spank would put her firmly in her place.
Without realising it, Emily reached for his hand. She needed something to hold on to to keep her feet firmly on the ground. Whenever she had choices like these they made her rooted to the spot.
“I’ve got you, Emily. I’ll always have you. I’m here and I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want,” Jason said.
She smiled down at him. Jason understood her even though he’d ordered her to do something. She wanted him to punish her for her behaviour. Emily needed his firm hand to spank her doubts away. Jason would never physically hurt her. Their relationship was about mixing the pain with the pleasure.
“You have to make a choice now.”
A whimper broke from her lips. Whenever she had a choice she fucked up. Look what she’d done to them. She’d walked away from the only man she’d ever loved.
You’re a fool, Emily. One big fucking fool.
“Look at me.” He caught her chin once again and turned her to look at him. She stared into his dark brown eyes and a wave of peace settle over her. He crowded around her. His large muscled body protected her. “You’re going to have to make a choice. This changes this weekend.”
“What changes?” she asked.
“You change. You’ve got to make a choice. Either you walk out of that door and you resign from your job and cut off all contact with me forever…”
She cried out in pain at the thought. “Please say there is going to be an ‘or’ in that statement.”
“Or you get over my knee and submit. You accept everything I give you and put those fucking doubts of yours out of your mind.”
Emily stared into his eyes.
“I love you, baby. Mind, body, heart and soul and by the end of this weekend you’re going to realise how blasted much you mean to me.”
Before she had chance to speak, Jason slammed his lips down on hers. His tongue plundered her mouth, making her moan in submission.
He broke away. “Choose.”
She glanced behind her at the door and for the first time she saw her life pan out if she made that choice. All she saw was a lonely road ahead filled with pain and despair. When she turned back to gaze at Jason she saw so much more. She saw a future, an uncertain future, but a future filled with love, passion and everything a woman could dream of.
Jason sat on the bed. His legs shut, his knees waiting to take her weight for her punishment.
Licking her lips, she moved over his knees. Her mind was made up. She’d rather face a future filled with uncertainty and love than a future filled with nothing.
She lay across his knees, her stomach over the length of his lap with her breasts hanging over the end. Emily held on to his leg and waited. For the first time since she left him, Emily was safe once again.
His palm ran over the curve of her ass. She bit her lip to stop herself from begging him to spank her. The pain of his hand was almost as good as the pleasure of his tongue. She’d experienced both. There was not a part of Jason that wasn’t expert in his field.
“You’ve made me very proud,” he said. The approval she heard in his voice made her purr.
“I really do want to try.”
His palm landed on her ass. She yelped at the unexpected smack.
“You won’t try, baby. You’ll succeed because I’m not letting you go. You’re going to realise how important you are to me.”
“I was scared of you leaving me.”
Jason smacked her ass harder this time.
“Ouch.”
Whack!
“You’ve nothing to be scared of. From now on whenever you have any doubts you’ll come and talk to me, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He rubbed the areas he’d spanked. “That was not part of your punishment for defying me. They were for your fears. You have nothing to fear when you’re with me, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She loved hearing the command in his voice. When he was giving out orders there were times she thought she could climax from the sound of his voice alone.
He continued to rub her ass. Jason wouldn’t start her punishment until he was ready. Her pussy burned with excitement. Cream leaked out of her slit.
Emily waited for him. The anticipation made her wet for him.
****
Jason smelled her arousal. From the creamy look of her pussy she was turned on and ready for him. His heart pounded at how brave she was being. For a few minutes he thought she was going to walk out that door and never look back. He took a deep breath and let it out quietly. When he’d given the ultimatum he’d wished he kept his mouth shut. Emily wasn’t like other subs. She needed to have a mixture of BDSM and vanilla. He loved the fact he didn’t always have to be domineering toward her.
He’d seen other relationships wither and fall apart when it became a constant power exchange. Not all relationships fell apart with total power exchange but it wasn’t the relationship he ever wanted. He felt there should be an equal balance with both people.
Telling Emily what to do all day every day held no appeal to him. He loved her for the woman she was and never wished to change her. The fears and insecurities were a problem but they could work through them, he was sure of it.
Her plump arse called to him. The red of his handprint was fading fast on her bottom. Soon her ass would be glowing red.
He liked to draw out her punishment. It made her more excited when he held her in suspense for what was to come.
“You’ve been a very bad sub.” He stroked her hair and the length of her back with his other hand.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said.
“You should be sorry.”
Jason raised his palm and brought it down on the flesh of her ass.
She cried out and the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. He raised his hand again and did the same with the other cheek. Her fingers dug into his thigh as she held on.
The bite of her nails provided his ideal of pain.
Whack!
Pause.
Whack!
Pause.
He carried on until he’d slapped her ass ten times. With the other ten he didn’t allow a pause. He rained down blows until she was crying.
When he was done, he stroked her hair with one hand and her ass with the other. “You’ve done good. You’ve made me very proud with the way you took your punishment.” Jason caressed her buttocks with his hand. Her ass was a glorious shade of red.
Jason stared at her flesh to make sure he hadn’t hurt her too much. She’d be marked but not bruised. Her ass would probably hurt to sit down on for a few days.
“Thank you, Sir.” Her words came out breathlessly. Her head rested on his lap. “I’ve missed being with you, Sir. I’ve missed this.”
He smiled.
“Get on the bed and open your thighs,” he ordered.
She scurried off his lap and dived on the bed. Emily laid back, legs spread, waiting for him.
His cock was tight in the pants he’d worn to open the door for dinner. Jason walked over to the cart and pulled the lids off each bowl.
There w
as a dish filled with the reddest, ripest strawberries he’d ever seen. A bowl of cream sat with the strawberries. He checked the main meal to see if they could eat it cold and decided they could. Taking the bowls of strawberries and cream, he walked over to the bed.
She lay with her hands above her head. Her gaze followed him where he walked. He loved her eyes on him.
Jason had missed their time together and had constant dreams of her filling his bed. Not a night went by when he didn’t dream of her being in his arms. The real nightmare happened when he woke up to discover she’d gone. Then he felt real loneliness when she wasn’t in his arms.
There were lengths of silk rope at each end of the bed. He placed the bowls down on the counter next to the bed.
“I’m going to tie you to the bed,” he said.
She offered him her wrist, which he took. He tied the length of silk around her wrist. Once she tested the give of the knot he moved around to the other. Emily tested each arm and leg as he bound her to his bed.
“You look beautiful waiting for me.” Jason glided a hand over her flesh watching goose bumps erupt over her skin. Her nipples tightened to beaded points and her stomach quivered as he moved his fingers over her.
Every part of her lay exposed for his pleasure.
“I can’t wait to play with you,” he said. “Are you hungry, pet?”
She nodded.
He sat down at the side of her and picked up the strawberry. Jason grabbed the bowl of cream, dipped the tip of the berry into it and then ran the creamed tip over her nipple. The white cream covered her red nipple. Once he’d coated her nipple with cream he pressed the strawberry to her lips. She took a bite.
“I’d rather taste you.” He lowered his head and licked the cream from her nipple. She moaned, arching her back into his touch. Jason chuckled.
Dipping the half-bitten strawberry into the bowl, he coated her other nipple. After she’d eaten the remaining berry, he sucked the cream from her nipple. Next, he placed his finger in the cream and presented his finger to her lips.
“Lick it clean,” he said.
Jason watched as she took his digit into her mouth and licked the cream from his finger. The sight was deeply erotic. His cock pressed against the zipper of the pants he wore. He cursed, put the bowls down and stood to remove his clothing.
His cock sprang free the moment he released himself from the confines of his pants. He stroked the shaft a few times before sitting down on the bed and picking up the strawberries.
“You’re a lot sweeter than these berries.”
“I wish I had some whipped cream,” she said.
He smiled, gazing down at her. “Why’s that, baby?”
“I’d squirt the cream all over your cock and lick it off.”
Shit, that idea sounded tempting as hell. Jason picked up the phone and ordered a can of whipped cream. “Your wish is my command.”
He dipped the berry into the bowl and then began licking the cream from her body as she ate the berries.
When the last berry was eaten, he placed the bowls back on the counter. He eased down between her thighs and opened her creamy slit. Her pussy was wet. He licked his lips as her scent wafted to his nose. She smelled good enough to eat.
The knock at the door stopped him from exploring her pussy. He got off the bed and opened the door partially. A woman stood with the cream. He handed her a note, took the cream and shut the door.
“For later,” he said. He put the can down then went back to his position between her thighs.
“Now, where was I?”
Chapter Five
Jason’s fingers opened her slit wide. Emily stared at the ceiling wishing once again for a mirror so she could watch him work. His tongue was a work of art and a deadly weapon. His breath brushed her pubic hairs.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy. I could look at you for days.”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again.
“I watch you working at your desk and I imagine you walking into my office, closing the door and then climbing up onto my desk. I imagine licking you throughout my whole lunch break.”
If only she’d known. There had been many times she wanted to walk into his office, get on her knees and wait for him to take her. Jason was the one in control.
“I’d like that,” she said.
“I’ll want a hell of a lot more from you now.”
She smiled. Emily hoped he’d still ask her to marry him. Being without him was no longer an option for her. She’d made her choice and she intended to stick with it.
“Your clit is swollen.”
Emily cried out as his tongue circled her clit. His wet tongue invited a load of sensation to course around her body. She pulled on the restraints that bound her to the bed. The restraints remained firm.
His fingers pressed against her opening, gathering juice. “Lift your hips.”
She complied with his command, lifting her hips off the bed.
Jason pressed his lubricated fingers against the seam of her ass. She moaned as he eased past the first tight ring of muscles.
“Relax, baby. Take me in.”
Emily relaxed her ass and his finger sunk inside her asshole. His tongue attacked her clit. He licked and nibbled her bud until she was shaking with the need to come. Jason moved his tongue down to her slit and pierced her cunt.
She screamed as he fucked her pussy with his tongue and her ass with his finger. The dual penetration felt good. Her climax started to build. She felt it curling her toes. The onslaught of his mouth and hand was too much for Emily to hold back.
Her release rushed through her, making her scream and tighten on his tongue. He continued to fuck her ass even when her whole body tightened in orgasm. The pleasure was out of this world. She couldn’t think past the beauty of what he was doing.
Jason worked her like an instrument.
Emily came back to earth with a smile on her face. He kissed his way up her body and eased his finger out of her ass.
She smiled up at him.
“Did you enjoy that, baby?” he asked.
“It was wonderful.”
He smiled down at her. “I didn’t give you permission to come.”
She continued to smile at him. “I know, Sir. You’ll have to punish me some more.” The feel of his hand on her skin excited her. They were in a resort filled with Doms and submissives. There was equipment they could use if Jason hadn’t brought his supply with him.
“You’re a little vixen,” he said.
“How are you going to punish me, Master?”
He sat back on the bed.
“You’re going to have to wait to find out.” Jason kissed the tip of her nose. “I won’t forget this.”
Jason released her ties and then slammed inside her pussy. She cried out at the unexpected intrusion. His cock rubbed along her vaginal walls as he fucked her. He pulled out and rammed back in. There was no stopping his possession. She scored her nails down his back and thrust up to meet him. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place.
His hold tightened when his thrusts increased. Jason’s cock thickened inside her, the look on his face making her aware he was going to explode any second.
“Make yourself come.” He growled the last word at her.
She reached between their bodies and fingered her clit. Emily’s orgasm began to build as he changed the angle. One of her legs went high on his hip and the other went over his shoulder.
Jason pounded inside her pussy. The angle bumped him against her clit. The sensation was wonderful and she reached her climax within seconds. Up until Jason, she’d never been able to have multiple orgasms before.
He cried out when his release came. His cock jerked inside her and each wave of semen coated her womb. Emily stared into his eyes when he looked down at her.
“I love you so much,” he said.
For the first time, Emily fully believed his words.
“I love you too.”
****
Jason carried her to the shower this time. He stood behind her, soaping her body while the water sprayed down. She used the soap to wash his body. Her delicate hands ran all over his skin. Jason kept thinking about the best way to punish her for the orgasm she’d had without his permission.
He washed her hair and looked forward to brushing the length out once again. She smiled at him as he reached over to turn the shower off.
Grabbing a towel, he wrapped one around his waist and then helped her out. He dried her body.
“I get to dry yours.” She took the towel away from him. He stood as she ran the towel over him. Jason watched. She looked happy. Her eyes no longer held the cloud of doubt that he’d seen so many times before.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
“So are you.” She threw the towel down then wrapped her arms around his neck.
He stroked his palm over her back and cupped her ass. Jason lifted her up. She giggled as he walked back into the main room. There was no doubt the food would be cold. He sat her down at the table then wheeled the cart over. Jason took the seat opposite.
“What do we have to eat?” she asked.
Jason lifted the lid off the first tray. The tray was laden with fried chicken. “Charles doesn’t exactly run a five-star restaurant.”
“I don’t care. I love fried chicken.” She took a drumstick and brought it to her lips. Jason watched her teeth sink into the flesh.
She moaned in pleasure. “It’s very good.”
He took his piece of chicken and bit into it. It would have tasted better warm. The spices were no longer searing hot. They only numbed the tongue a little.
“Once we’ve eaten I’ll brush your hair.”
“Why do you like my hair so much?” she asked.
“It’s long, beautiful and it gives me an excuse to touch you.” He took another bite. Jason didn’t have a hair fetish. When it came to Emily, he loved everything about her, even down to the fact she liked cold fried chicken.