I guess at some point I finally safeworded because the clit sucker immediately disappeared and he eased my legs down to the bed, stretching out against me again with one arm draped over me and kissing me, telling me over and over again how proud he was of me.
Well, damn.He better not turn out to be a douchebag because, if he did, I’d have to become a nun or something.
And I wasn’t even the slightest bit religious.
Chapter Eleven
Jack
Well,thatlittle gem was certainly coming home with us, and I didn’t care what the hell it cost. It was new and I hadn’t looked at the price on the package when I selected it. This was one of the items that were not cleaned and reused between guests and was paid for regardless if it didn’t come home with us once it was used.
I’d have to ask about buying a couple of extras.
A fine sheen of sweat covered her body as she snuggled as closely to me as the ropes binding her arms allowed.
“Good, baby?”
She sort of nodded her head and made a sound that I thought meant “uh-huh,” and I fought the urge to sadistically giggle.
I was so horny there was a good chance I might accidentally come peeling my shorts off, but I’d do it again, repeatedly, to have her lying so beautifully spent, happy, and obviously not thinking a single negative thought.
Not right now, but at some hopefully soon future point I would have immediately sunk my cock inside her and still spanked her and used this lovely little pleasure partner on her at the same time.
Tonight, in this moment, I wanted her to feel secure. I wanted her to understand she would be the center of my universe.
I wanted her trust.
She eventually drew in a deep, slow breath, and met my gaze. “What about you, Sir?” she softly asked.
Iboopedher nose. “What about me?” I deliberately licked my lips. “I had a lot of fun.”
She actuallypouted. “I want you to fuck me, Sir.”
“And how would you like me to fuck you, baby?”
She blushed. This was another of my sneaky tactics, getting her used to asking me for things, making her put them into words and start removing any shameful associations she might still hold with them.
“However Sir wants to.”
“Nope.” Iboopedher again, laughing at her shock.
“What?”
“I asked you a question. I didn’t give you offering me carte blanche as an option, did I? If I’d wanted carte blanche, I would have asked if you wanted that.”
Sure, I know, that’s mean to make her think when she was so blissed out of her mind, but this was the foundation I wanted to lay—no pun intended—between us. Trust. Communication.
It took her a moment to make her brain work—good to know I can shut it down like that—and she finally said, “I want you to throw my fucking legs over your shoulders, bend me into a pretzel, and pound me into the mattress.Sir,” she added.
I grinned. “Now, was that so hard?” Quickly ridding myself of my shorts, I climbed back into position, aligning my cock with her pussy.
What she didn’t see was me grabbing the clit sucker. Or that I pulled the paddle within reach again. As I slowly slid inside herfor the first time, struggling not to come from how damnedgoodit felt, I switched the vibrator on and sat up enough to position it.
I wish I had a picture of the wide-eyed shock on her face as her body immediately clamped down on my cock. “There’smy good girl,” I cooed as she squirmed and cried out. I finally started slowly thrusting and used the paddle on her left thigh, swatting her with it in time with my thrusts. Her helpless expression, combined with wave after wave of her orgasms squeezing me, nearly made me explode, so I swatted her harder, switching hands at every break I took because I didn’t want to rush this.
Thiswas the kind of sadism I enjoyed. Not brutal sexual sadism but having her helpless and needy and desperate.
The thought of quickly training her to want to give herself to me like this—and enjoy it—also threatened to push me over the edge.
