Page 29 of Serving the Maestro

“I also want to spank your perfect ass while I fuck you.”

Another one of those soft sounds fell from her lips, but it was closer to a whimper this time.

“What idea made you excited, Jazz?”

At first, I wasn't sure she'd answer. Then she did, and I wanted to bend her over and come into her right there. “All of it. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I like all of it. A lot.”

Control always came easily for me. But right now, it was slipping through my grasp.

“Here's another idea I hope you'll like—I want to spread the cheeks of your ass and push inside you there—with my cock. Has anybody ever fucked your ass, pet?”

“No.” It was a bare rasp of sound.

“Good. I can't wait to be the first.” Rising, I held out a hand to her. “Let's go eat.”

* * *

The Chinese take-out was great, and I'd hoped a meal would give me some time to cool down and breathe, but no such luck. I couldn't think of anything except Jazz naked under her pretty black dress, of the soft, aroused moan she made as I told her I wanted to tie her up, spank her, then fuck her ass.

I wanted to do all three things—now—right now, but I knew better. She was interested enough that I wouldn't have to be gentle through every step. Still, I couldn't go straight from vanilla sex to tying her up so I could turn her ass pink before stretching her wide and teaching her how to take a man's cock up the hot, snug tightness of her anus.

The sexual tension stretched between us was taut, the air heavy.

When I rose from my chair, she jumped.

“Any second thoughts?” I asked softly. As much as I loved breaking in a new sub, I wanted somebody truly willing.

“No.” Her cheeks were still flushed as she watched me circle the table, her intense blue-violet eyes darkened to the color of the eastern sky as twilight settled. “I’m nervous, but I’m not backing out.”

“Because you want a baby.”

She pushed aside her empty plate and drew in a deep breath, then released it slowly. “I want you to uphold your end of the bargain, but I’m also...curious. Very curious.”

“Good.” I offered my hand, and she accepted, rising from the chair with fluid grace despite her nerves. She licked her lips, her gaze drifting to my mouth.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yes.” Her breaths shuddered, making her breasts rise and fall erratically.

“Take off your dress, and your bra. Then ask me.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and then she pulled up the dress. This time I didn't have to tell her to go slowly. She went with such seductive leisure I was tempted to push her hands aside and do it myself. By the time she was naked in front of me, wearing only her vivid red boots. I was rock hard and ready to fuck.

She stepped closer. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes.” But when she went to lean in, I pushed my hand into her hair and fisted it, holding her just a breath away. 'You can kiss my cock, Jazz.”

“I...oh. Okay.”

“But not until after I've tied you up.”

* * *

It had been a long time since I’d taken this much pleasure with a sub. Some of it could have been because everything was so new to Jazz, and each gasp, each small whimper that escaped her when I paused to pinch her nipple or slide a hand between her thighs, was like throwing napalm on a blazing inferno.

But not all of it.

Some of it was from her. Despite her nerves, she had this way of watching me, that told me she knew how much this aroused me.

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