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He pulls the panties out of my mouth before putting them in his back pocket. “I want to hear every moan, and I want your eyes on me for this.”
He lays me back against the bench. I’m not used to lying on it this way. I can still feel every swat of his hand as my body presses against the padding of the bench. My pussy is wide open for him to see. “Do you need me to move your handcuffs?”
“No, Sir,” I say, my mouth suddenly dry. “I like feeling a little uncomfortable.” I’m not lying. But it’s also helping keep my ass slightly elevated off the bench.
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JAX
Seeing Chloe submit is a sight to see. She’s as much a natural at this as she is in a courtroom. Seeing her back pink under my touch has made my erection unbearable. I meant what I said, though. I’m not fucking her tonight. Not here, at least.
Her eyes haven't left mine since I spoke to her a moment ago. Her pupils are dilated, and I know she’s close to reaching sub-space. I’ve never been close to reaching this with someone this quickly, not after spending so little time intimately with another person.
My eyes cast over her body, and her nipples harden. They know my attention is on them. She still has some redness from the clamps, but I’m not worried. That wouldn’t have mattered to Chloe since she’s a pain slut. I’d love to see her nipples pierced.
I groan audibly and lower my hand to my cock, adjusting him to try and make him more comfortable, even though I know THAT is a losing battle.
I move my eyes back up to her face and see she’s biting her lips together.
“What were you thinking just then?” I ask, my eyebrows raised.
“I was going to ask you the same question. Are you sure you want to keep that thing in your pants?”
“I don’t, but you and I both know as soon I start fucking you, I’m going to want to do it all night. Tonight is not about sex. It’s about this.” I move my arms around the room. “I know we’re compatible in the bedroom. That was clear at my apartment. For us to have any relationship together, YOU need us to be compatible here too. I don’t want your mind or body to only associate this place with pain and use it as a crutch for therapeutic reasons. I want us to be able to enjoy coming here for fun sometimes. To let off steam, but in a fun and playful way, too.”
Her mouth opens, a clear O on her lips. I’ve done the impossible. I’ve made Chloe Lawson speechless. Never in all the years I’ve known her have I accomplished that particular feat.
“It’s important to me too, but you NEED this. If I can’t give you this, I’d be robbing you of a full life. You deserve to be completely happy.” She says, processing everything we’ve just laid out for each other.
I watch as her face takes on a sad look. If this were anyone else, they would have tears in their eyes, and they’d be falling. I know what she needs. I grab the flogger I took out of the armoire before and pepper her breasts, the whipping and crackling sound filling the room. Her skin pinkens under every touch. I move my hand faster over her body, the whooshing and slapping the only noises filling the room. I move lower, down her body, over her thighs. Her cunt is on display, and her arousal shows me she’s as turned on by all this as I am. I cover every part of her body except the one part I know she needs. That’s going to wait until I know the exact moment she needs to let go.
I increase my tempo, and for the first time in a while, I look into her eyes. She’s there, but she’s not there. She’s in the space she needs to be. My attention moves to her cunt. It’s time. I whip her with the flogger right on her cunt, her clit taking the brunt of the sting, and then she sings. Her body shakes as her arousal takes over her, and tears fall from her eyes as I pepper her body with the sting of the flogger.
Her body starts to come down from the high she just reached, and I drop the flogger on the floor. Moving to her quickly. I wrap my arms around her, and she moves her head to my chest. My chest, I hadn't realized, was glistening with sweat. I feel the tears as I hold her head tightly against me. I pull myself to sit on the floor, bringing Chloe with me. She straddles my hips, and I unfasten the cuffs as quickly as possible. Her arms are around my neck as soon as her wrists are free, and she starts kissing me. A kiss that speaks to how hungry she is for me.
Iwake up and feel her head on my chest, her arm around me, and her cunt against my leg. I don’t want to move. I like this feeling of her wrapped around me. As soon as we got back to my apartment last night, we were stripping out of our clothes, a race to see who could get naked first. Of course, Chloe won.
I run my thumb over her arm and feel her smile on my chest. She’s awake too.
“I don’t want to move,” she whispers. Rubbing herself against my leg. Her body stills, and I realize she never intended to say that out loud.
“I don’t either,” I whisper in her hair.
She pulls away from me, moving away until I stop her, grabbing her waist.
“I need to go to my apartment and get ready for work. I should never have stayed the whole night.”
I loosen my grip on her, looking at her back as she sits on the edge of the bed, gathering herself. I thought we’d moved past this place last night.
She stands up, obviously comfortable walking around naked. I watch as she picks up her clothes scattered across the room, leaving to pick up some more of her things.
The bathroom door closes quietly, and I hear the shower turn on. I’m tempted to barge in there, demanding she listen to me. Remind her that last night meant I was all in on this.
But she doesn’t need that. I’m not handling her with kid gloves. I walk to my walk-in closet and start pulling out my clothes for the day.
I’m not ashamed to walk around my bedroom naked. I look over my shoulder and see Chloe walking out of the bathroom, her hair pinned up on top of her hair and dressed in yesterday’s clothes.
I turn back around to see Chloe looking through the sheets. She’s obviously missing something. I turn around and lean against the drawers, my morning wood semi-erect.
