He wanted to fuck her forever, hold her down until his strength gave out, but soon enough he was losing control. One particularly throaty moan and snap of her hips pushed him over the edge. His groin and balls tightened almost painfully, and he came in a white heat. He held her wrists hard as he rode out the throb and release of orgasm inside her hot channel. He didn’t let her arms go until his dick had emptied itself completely.
He held her still, just kneeling over her, looking down at her prone figure. He had pushed her shoulders down on the bed so her back was arched. It rose and fell with each soft breath. If she had expected him to make her come, she didn’t make any remarks or pout about it. Good sub. She would come when he wanted her to come.
He noted with satisfaction that she was completely calm and relaxed now. His cock-tamed slut. He rubbed the small of her back as he pulled out and tossed the condom in the bedside trash.
“All better?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” Her soft voice trembled with raw emotion.
“No, don’t get riled up.” He grabbed a fistful of hair and nuzzled his face into her nape. “Are you mine? Yes or no?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, you are mine. I’ll take care of you for as long as you belong to me. Do you know that, girl?”
“I… Thank you, Sir… so much.”
“Come here.”
He pulled her back against him and wrapped his arms around her. He held her close between his knees.
“Are your legs still sore?”
“No, Sir. Not very much.”
“You have a beautiful body. And it pleased me very much, the way you gave yourself to me today. Do you understand what I mean?”
“I—I think so. Yes, Sir.”
“I like for you to be completely open to me. Mine to take. I don’t want you thinking about your own pleasure except as it pleases me. I like you to serve me in that way.”
She sniffled and turned her head to rest it against his chest. “That’s what I want. I just want to serve you.”
“That’s what makes you happy, yes? Making me happy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And that’s why I don’t want you touching yourself when I’m not around. Have you been keeping your hands to yourself?”
“Mmm… so far I’ve managed it.”
He laughed at that, pulled her closer so they were skin to flushed skin.
“Try to be perfect for me. Yes, Prosper? Obey my rules. Or I’ll punish you.”
She shivered a little.
“What is it?”
“Will you… will you only punish me when I’ve broken a rule?”
Damn if she didn’t sound disappointed. He turned her face up to his.
“Do you want to be punished at other times? Have I got a little masochist on my hands?”
“No. I don’t know. I don’t know what I want. And it doesn’t matter anyway… does it?”
Jackson thought a long moment. It didn’t matter, since he was the one in charge, but his curiosity was piqued.
“I reward for good behavior, just as I punish for bad. Tell me what you want, girl. If you’re honest and truthful, you might get it.”
He turned her and laid her back on the bed, then leaned over her. He looked into her eyes. He could see the internal struggle there. Embarrassment, excitement. Shyness and desire. He thought for a moment of the irony of training assertiveness into a submissive. But he was a great believer in the “campsite rule,” leaving your subs in better condition than they were when you arrived. Talk, Prosper. Ask for what you want.
“I… I…”
“Louder.”
Her eyes darted past his shoulder, and she took a deep breath. “I had this… thing I was thinking about—”
“Look at me. Look in my eyes and talk. Do it right, or you won’t get what you want.”
A ferocious flush spread across her cheeks all the way to her ears. “It’s embarrassing.”
“I know it is, but tell me anyway. Just pull yourself together. Look at me and talk.”
“Okay. I had a fantasy of you,” she began in a stronger voice.
Good.
“It was before, before I knew you were…”
“A pervert?”
She giggled. “A dominant. Before I knew that any of this was ever going to happen in real life. It was a fantasy that you rolled your sleeves up and gave me this stern look and then pulled me over your lap.”
“And what did I do then?” he asked.
“That’s where the fantasy ended. I never let it get past that point.”
“Why not?”
“I was too embarrassed. You were my boss.”
“I’m still your boss, in every sense of the word.”
“I was afraid you’d look at me and know it. What I was thinking.”
He laughed. “Honestly, I had no idea.” She smiled back at him, her blush subsiding at last. “Prosper, I want you to tell me—if you had let your fantasy continue, what I would have done to you?”
She thought a moment.
“I think I wanted you to do whatever you wanted to do to me. And I didn’t know what that was, but whatever it was, I wanted to take it, for you.”
His gut clenched with desire. “Good answer.”
He stood without a word and started to dress. Pulled his pants over his thickening erection, pulled on his shirt, buttoned it up. Then he fixed her with a look.
“Stand up. Put your panties on.” He threw them to her. She faced him, wringing her hands. He let her wait and worry over what was coming while he walked downstairs to the kitchen to get a chair and bring it back to the room. He put it down just inside the door with a sharp crack, then crossed to the bureau. He opened the bottom drawer and drew out a black leather paddle. He dropped it on the chair, thrilling to the wide-eyed look on Prosper’s face. Then he reached for his right cuff, flicked his wrist, gave her the look, the look all submissives recognized. She bit her lip. He started rolling up the first sleeve with an exaggerated frown on his face.
He watched her shift, playing her part beautifully. Her distress was gorgeous and, well, probably partly real. He reached for the other sleeve, unbuttoned the cuff, flipped the sleeve up to his elbow. For extra effect he flexed his forearms, then picked up the leather paddle from the chair and stood up to his full height.
“Come here, Prosper. Now.”
She took her time crossing to him. He noted as he seated himself in the wooden chair that her breath was already coming faster. He glared at her to heighten the fantasy, and she dropped her eyes like a naughty little girl.
Never mind that she hadn’t been naughty. It didn’t really matter. He took her arm and pulled her closer none too gently, then draped her over his knee. She was shivery. The paddle did look forbidding, but he wouldn’t hurt her with it. Much. This was playtime, after all.
He pulled her panties down to just above her knees. She tensed as he caressed her trembling bare cheeks. He gave her some warm-up smacks, and she pressed her face into the side of his leg. When her bottom was nice and pink, he spanked harder. Almost immediately she started to struggle.
He made a warning sound and held her more firmly with his palm on the small of her back. More sharp spanks without any respite in between. Smack. Smack. Smack. The paddle made a spectacular sound even when he wasn’t using it full force. He still hurt her, because he knew she needed it. When she started to squirm, he focused her again.