“Ms. Williams, You have a package that needs your signature.”
Jasmine's face lit up, it was from Drew. She decided to wait until she got home to open it.
“Mrs. Tucks, you can come on back.” She told the woman waiting in the lobby.
At four o'clock, she made her way towards the front with her package in hand.
“Whoa there speedy! Where ya heading so fast.”
“I have an appointment.”
Avery observed the package, she held tight to her chest. “What's in the box?”
“Shoes.”
He looked at the size and shape of the box. “Shoes?”
“Yep. I hate to run, but I need to make it to my appointment on time.” Jasmine was out the door before Avery could respond.
At home, She ripped through the box, for an idea of what was in store for her that night.
“Oh my!” Jasmine said, pulling the one piece leather harness out.
The top barely covered her breast leaving them to spill out. The bottom was made into a thong. There were clasp on the side, connecting the two. Jasmine held the contraction against her body and studied her reflection in the mirror. She checked for a note. Her eye's gleamed with desire, when she read it.
#1
Are you ready for the next level? I think so.
P.S. Don't forget your safe word.
Drew.
Jasmine showered and put the harness on. Unlike the last time, she wore a dress. After fixing her hair and makeup, she headed to Drew's.
She pulled up to his house at five-thirty. Once inside, she knew where to go. Upstairs she pushed the doors to his bedroom open and entered.
“You're on time,” he said.
“Yes.”
Naked, Drew climbed of the bed, and moved toward her. He noticed she was fully dressed this time. After removing her coat, he unzipped her dress, and pulled it over her head. He let his eyes absorb her beauty.
“Do you like games?” Drew stood behind Jasmine, with his erection pressed against her.
“Sometimes. It depends.”
“We're going to play one.” He caressed her breast from behind, as he pressed harder against her. Combing his hand through her hair, he leaned her head to the side.
She inhaled when his teeth grazed her neck. “What kind of game?”
“It's called, yes sir.” He moved his hand down between her legs, stroking back and forth.
Jasmine closed her eyes as she listened.
“When I ask you something you need to respond correctly. If you don't then.”
“Then what?”
“Slap!” Drew's hand swatted her ass.
Jasmine jumped, and to her astonishment she became turned on.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Slap!” Drew swatted her again, as he pushed his fingers inside her.
“I meant yes sir!”
“Much better.” He pumped his fingers in and out. “Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes sir.”
“Since you're being such a good sport, I'm going to give you an option.”
She could barely stay focus, Drew was still moving his fingers inside her.
“Do you want me to make love to you Jaz? Or do you want me to fuck you?”
Jasmine mouth curved into a smile. “Fuck me please, Sir.”
Drew inhaled her scent and brushed his lips against her neck. “As you wish.”
Chapter Twenty
Domination.
“Shall we began?” he asked.
“Yes sir.”
“Get on the bed and leave your heels on.”
With obedience, she climbed in and laid down. She watched as Drew went over to the corner of the room and returned with some type of contraction. It appeared to have two sets of cuffs on each end. One set, larger than the other.
What have I gotten myself into!
Drew came over to the bed and looked at her face.
“I'm not gonna hurt you. We can stop whenever you want.”
Once inside the bed, he straddled her. His hands caressed her breast, before pinching her nipples.
“Does that hurt.”
Jasmine shook her head and Drew gave her a look of caution.
“No sir.”
His hands slid down to the side, and unfastened the clasp that joined the top with the bottom of the harness. Drew moved down her body, pulling the thong underwear off.
“Spread your legs.”
He flashed her a wicked smile, before his face disappeared between them. It was an attack. There was no other way to described what he was doing. Jasmine legs trembled, she tried her best not to dig her heels into him. She grabbed his shoulder and his head. Her body wiggled side to side, as she cried out and squirted on the sheets.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Yes... sir,” she said breathing heavy.
“Lay on your stomach.”
Once she was in position, Drew placed the smaller cuffs around her wrist. Next he placed her ankles, into the larger cuffs. Her legs where now bent behind her back.
“Are the cuffs too tight?
“No sir.”
“Are you comfortable?”
She thought about her answer. Jasmine wasn't uncomfortable, but she was uncertain.
“Jaz?”
“Yes, sir.” Jasmine gripped the bed sheets to brace herself.
His hands caressed her shoulders and back. They squeezed her ass and grabbed her thighs. He rubbed his body up and down hers, before diving inside.
His thrusts moved to a tempo. Fast and hard, then slow. Again, fast and hard then slow. And again, fast and hard then slow. Drew held the slow tempo for a moment, giving Jasmine time to catch her breath.
“Ready for more?”
Jasmine shook her head yes.
“Slap!”
“Yes sir!”
“What is it you want me to do.”
“Fuck me, sir.”
He smiled. Balancing on his hands, he picked the speed back up.
“Drew!” She screamed his name pressing her face into the bed.
“Use your safe word if you want me to stop.”
Jasmine didn't say it. She wouldn't, not yet. She held on to the sheets as he drove into her.
“Does this feel good?”
“Yes!”
“Slap!” His hand came down hard, as he continued to push inside her.
“Lets try that again.” He rotated his hips, grinding deep inside her. Does that feel good?”
Jasmine knew what he wanted her to say. She refused to follow his rules, she wanted to know how far he could take her.
“Yes!”
“Slap!”
Still inside her, Drew reached out and unhooked her ankles. He positioned her on her knees, with her face down and her ass up. His thrusts came hard.
“Slap!”
Jasmine moaned, the sting from his hand and the fullness of him, overwhelmed her.
He thrust again and again, until she fell to the bed.
Drew positioned her back on her knees and entered her once more. He felt her trying to escape, and grabbed her shoulder with one hand, forcing her back against him.
“Slap! Slap! Slap!”
“Drew! Please!
“Use your safe word Jaz!”
She shook her head no.
“Then take it.”
She threw her head back, and he moved her closer to the top of the bed.
“Grab the headboard!”
Jasmine complied.
He gripped her waist and repeatedly rammed into her.
Her ass cheeks burned, her insides were done, and her throat was dry. She couldn't deny how good it felt to be drained. She never knew pain could feel so good.
“Please, I can't take anymore!”
She was stubborn and Drew knew that. He gave her what she wanted from him. With a triumphant growl, he spilled inside her.
Exhausted, they laid together. Only the sound
of their labored breathing could be heard. Jasmine turned her face towards Drew, she found him staring.
“I'm sorry,” she said.
“For what?”
“The other day. The things I said about you.”
Reaching out he traced her eyebrow. “It's OK, it wasn't entirely untrue.”
“Yeah, but...”
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head.”
“Please, tell me.”
“I know why.”
He waited, wanting to hear more. “Why.”
She swallowed, before speaking again. “I'm not sure of all the details, but losing Nina, traumatized you. So bad, you've built a wall to keep others out. It's your way of preventing whatever happen, from happening again. Sex has become an outlet, for dealing with the pain and frustration you feel. Her death was the one thing you couldn't control.
Drew turned and stared at the ceiling. Once again Jasmine had exposed him.
“Are you angry?”
“No.”
She stared at the ceiling too, they both remained quiet for some time.
“Isn't this the part where you're supposed to tell me, it's OK to love again? And she would want me to be happy?”
“No,” she said. “This is the part where I go to sleep.”
Drew smiled and shook his head.
With her back to him she scooted closer, and Drew draped his arm over her waist. He kissed the back of her head and listened as her breathing changed. She had fallen asleep already. She had been wrong about one part, Nina's death hadn't been the only thing he couldn't control. Somehow, he managed to fall in love with her sister.
At seven-thirty, Jasmine crept out of bed to take a shower. When she walked back into the room, Drew remained asleep. She sat down on the side of the bed and watched him. He was a fearless man, but afraid to love. So was she for that matter.
“Drew.” She caressed his chest and called his name.
“Hmm.”
“I'm getting ready to leave.”
He lifted his head, squinting he glanced at the clock. “It's eight o'clock, where are you going?”
“First home, then to my mom's. I promised to help her with the Sunday banquet.”
“Today's Saturday.”
“I know, but I have to help her prepare for tomorrow.”
“Does that mean I won't see you then as well?”
“I'm not sure. After church, I'll be at the venue, helping her with the banquet.”
“I'll come with you if you want.”
“You wanna go to church with me?”
Drew shrugged. “Yeah, why not?”
Jasmine chuckled. “Fine.” Bending down she kissed him. “I'll call you later.”
After a quick change, Jasmine went over to her mother's.
“Jaz can you get the pans out the attic. My knees have been given me a fit this morning. I can't bare to climb those narrow steps,” her mother said.
“Yeah, sure.”
Jasmine remembered how she had been frightened of the attic as a child. Late at night she would sometimes hear strange sounds coming from above her room. At the time she believed it to be a witch or a monster of some sort. Now, she found the thought of her childhood phobia hilarious.
Walking around the cramped space, she searched for the pans her mother needed. By accident, she tripped over a box on the floor. As she bent down to rub her shin, she noticed there were photo albums inside. Jasmine picked one up and began to browse through it.
The pictures were from the seventies. It seemed obvious due to the hairstyles and the clothing being worn in them. Some were faded, but she was able to still make out the faces. Her mother stood with a tall dark skinned man, who wore his hair in an Afro. She wondered if the man had been her father.
She could only assume they were of him. It was strange, her mother had claimed her father didn't like to take pictures. Yet here was a photo album filled with them. Jasmine became intrigued as she examined the pictures. She had always figured she'd taken after him, since she and her mother didn't look anything alike. However, looking at the pictures, she didn't see herself at all. With the album in hand, she resumed her searched for the pan. When she found them, she headed back down to the kitchen.
“There you are. Did you find the pans?”
“Yeah... Mom who is this man? Is that my father with you?” Jasmine handed her mother the photo album, catching her off guard.
“My goodness! I'd forgotten all about these.”
“You said dad didn't like to take pictures.”
“As he got older, he didn't. These were taken so long ago.” She sat the album on the counter. “I would love to reminisce about your father, but I need to start cooking.”
Jasmine knew how emotional her mother got, whenever she discussed her father. She didn't want to upset her.
“What do you need me to help with?”
“Well, you can start peeling the potatoes.”
She walked over to the sink and began peeling them. Her mind drifted to Drew and what they did the night before.
“Ma, I invited Drew to church and the banquet tomorrow.”
“Oh, does he have a church of his own?”
“I don't think so. I'm not sure.”
“Maybe he would like to join ours.”
Jasmine hoped her mother wouldn't be relentless, at trying to pressure Drew into joining their church. She wasn't as consistent with going like her mother. At times her mother could be judgmental regarding religion.
∞
Shortly after Jasmine left, Drew went to Stallions. He busied himself with work, yet still he thought of her. Several times he picked up the phone, and contemplated calling her. He changed his mind, he didn't want to intrude on her time with her mother. He dwelt on that thought for a minute.
Jasmine's 'Mother' or better yet the woman who'd abducted her. In less than twenty-four hours, he would meet her. Drew was unsure, if he would be able to pretend he didn't know.
∞
Jasmine was tired when she arrived home, a little after seven o'clock. She had forgotten how strenuous cooking was at times. After Flopping down in the chair and kicking off her shoes, she massaged her feet. She was tempted to call Drew and ask if he wanted to come over. Showing a little self-control she sent him a text only.
Jasmine: Hey there.
Delivered: 7:15PM.
Drew: HELLO!
Received: 7:16 PM.
She smiled at the caps.
Jasmine: Does that mean you miss me?
Delivered: 7:17 PM.
Drew: Maybe.
Received: 7:18 PM
Jasmine: What are you doing?
Delivered: 7:19 PM
Drew: I'm at Stallions.
Received: 7:20 PM
Drew: Are you still at your mom's?
Received: 7:20 PM.
Jasmine: No, I'm home now.
My feet are killing me!
Delivered: 7:21 PM.
Drew: You want me to come massage them?
Received: 7:22 PM.
Jasmine: Very enticing.
Delivered 7:23 PM.
Drew: Is that a yes?
Received: 7:24 PM.
Jasmine: I'm too tired.
Delivered: 7:25 PM.
Drew: To get your feet rubbed?
Received: 7:26 PM.
Jasmine: You're only gonna rub my feet?
Delivered: 7:27 PM.
Drew: Yes, if that's what you want.
Received: 7:28 PM.
Jasmine: K, see you in a bit.
Delivered: 7:29 PM.
On Sunday, Drew and Jasmine rode to church together. The closer they got, she worried about all the questions her mother was going to ask. She never thought she would be introducing Drew to her, so soon. At times, Jasmine mother's overprotective nature had proved to be embarrassing.
Inside the church, they sat on a pew in the back. Jasmine's mother sat closer to the front. When she turned aro
und, Jasmine waved. Instantly, her mother looked at Drew. Feeling put on the spot, he smiled and waved too. By her expression, Drew could tell he had his work cut out for him.
Once church was over, Jasmine waited for her mother outside.
“Hey mom.” She leaned over and kissed her cheek. “This is Drew.”
“Hi, Nice to meet you Drew.”
“It's an honor to meet you Mrs. Williams. Jasmine has told me so much about you.”
“Do you need me to take anything?” Jasmine asked.
“No, everything is there. You and your handsome friend can head on over.”
Jasmine gave her mother another hug, before walking toward Drew's Escalade.
“That wasn't so bad,” Drew said.
“Oh that was nothing. Trust me, she's going to grill you later.”
He laughed and closed her door. Drew had some questions for her as well.
Chapter Twenty-one
Accepting the truth.
T he banquet had a huge turnout. Almost everyone from the church showed up. Including Jasmine's cousin Laurel and her husband, along with Laurel's mother. She noticed how helpful Drew was being. At that moment, he was assisting Luis the pianist with filling the ice chest.
“Hey Jasmine.”
She turned around to see Paul, a member of their church. Jasmine's mother had tried to set them up in the past. He was a nice guy, but she wasn't attracted to him at all. They didn't seem to have anything in common, which is why they never made it to a second date.
“Hi, glad you could make it.”
“Are you kidding? Your mom, would have never forgiven me. How's it going?”
“Fine, what about you?”
“I'm doing great. They promoted me to senior IT manager at my job.”
Jasmine could tell he was pleased with himself, which he should've been.
“Congratulations.”
“Are you free sometime this week? I wanted to take you on that second date.”
“Not really, I'm seeing someone.” Jasmine looked over at Drew. He was still helping with the ice, but very aware of her and Paul talking.
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