Page 56 of His Custody

Chapter Twenty-one

July

Over the next few weeks, Jasper trained her. Showed her toy after toy, ones he’d bought just for her because he thought she’d like them. She knew, of course, that he’d done these things with other people, other women, because a person didn’t get as good as he was without practice, and lots of it.

She supposed she could’ve been jealous, but mostly she was grateful. Some other girl had been subject to his fumbling and his rehearsals, whereas she felt like she was his ultimate performance. All of this had led him to her.

It was intimidating sometimes, how much he knew and how little she did, but he never made her feel silly for it, and on the contrary, seemed to like that he could help her, teach her, fill her in yet another way.

Tonight she was excited because he’d asked her to accompany him to a fundraiser his company was sponsoring and he wanted to have a trial run. Not for the banquet itself, but for how she was to behave and the filthy things he would ask of her. Knowing she would have to do these things in public added to the thrill of it. She couldn’t wait.

As usual, her clothes were put out in her closet, a shimmery yellow empire-waist gown with silver shoes, and a pair of silver satin underwear. So pretty, she was going to look like a sun-kissed goddess.

She did her own hair and makeup since Ada had the night off, and then she waited for Jasper before she put her fancy clothes on. Would he still be wearing the suit he’d worn to the office today or would he have changed? Not that it mattered, he was always so goddamn handsome.

When he walked in though, she had to take that back. He really was most striking in a tux. His close-cropped blond hair and those steely grey eyes contrasted with the black and white of his clothes, and she could’ve melted into a puddle right there. Jasper, no doubt, had other plans.

He pointed to a stool she kept in her closet, mostly to reach things on the high shelves. “Over you go, grab the bottom rung.”

So she dropped her towel, and naked as she was, bent over the stool, reaching for the bar at the bottom. It put her barely on tiptoes, and made her insides clench. Vulnerable, slightly off-balance and exposed. Knowing Jasper was watching her... it all combined to make her wet within seconds. Which was good, since he promptly stood behind her and eased a pair of fingers into her.

She let out a soft noise, clutched at the rung, and got a spank for shifting her hips.

“Be still, little girl.”

“Yes, Master.”

It wasn’t long until he withdrew his fingers and inserted something else—from the feel of it, she’d guess a dildo, on the small side. It was easy to take, and some of her tension leaked out. She liked feeling full. Which was apparently a good thing because then there was a sound she’d learned very well. Thesnickof a cap, and then cool liquid was being slicked between her cheeks and over her hole.

She willed herself to relax, remembering his instructions from when he’d plugged her before. Relax, breathe deeply, think about being open. And then he was working a plug inside of her ass, a feeling she’d been quite disconcerted by at first, but now very much enjoyed. Was he trying to kill her with this?

Both toys seated fully inside of her, he left his hand at the small of her back, silently telling her to stay put, he wasn’t finished yet. What else could he possibly have for her?

“You remember your friend the evil stick?”

“Friend” was not quite the word she’d use to describe the small toy he’d introduced her to last week. Thin carbon fiber on one end with a thicker handle on the other, it looked innocent, but packed a wallop. “Just like you,” Jasper had joked before he laid a stinging strip across her skin that had settled into a nice welt. So “frenemy” was more like it.

Her small yes was pitiable, because yes, she remembered. But as he flicked her with the implement, she couldn’t deny that along with the burning stripes across the sides of her hips there was some pleasure involved, and not a small amount of pride for being able to take it with little more than a few pained whimpers he told her were beautiful. How lucky was she to have found someone who thought she was beautiful like this?

Thin lines still stinging, he helped her to stand, and caught her about the waist when she swayed. Cupping her cheek, he tipped her face up while he held her close. “Are you all right, sweetheart? Did you eat enough today? Am I being too hard on you? Are you sick?”

Her face got hot in the face of his scrupulous interrogation, and she hoped it was a charming glow underneath her makeup. Stroking the strong muscles of his forearms through his sleeves, she smiled. “I’m fine. It’s just a lot to process, and it, um... I’m, like, crazy turned on right now.”

He slipped the hand that had been resting on her cheek to the nape of her neck and held her there to kiss. God she loved being kissed by Jasper, it was like being consumed. He didn’t just kiss with his mouth, but with his hands, and his hips, and... Yeah, that wasn’t helping her feel any less faint. But after a minute, he let her go and she managed to stand on her own, a cautionary hand still on the stool.

Although she hadn’t noticed it when he’d pressed her against him, he drew out a tangle of leather straps from his pocket and shook it out. “Harness. It’ll help keep those toys inside you through dinner.”

He expected her to focus on food while she was so full? He really was trying to kill her. But she stood obediently as he fastened the contraption around her hips and through her legs, and then slid the underwear over it.

“Just in case.” And he winked at her. Oh, playful Jasper was here.

After he helped her into her dress, he escorted her to the dining room, and though he didn’t say so, she knew he was doing this partly because they wouldn’t be able to be so close at the actual party. They could talk and flirt and touch now, but once they were in public, there could be none of that. So she took advantage while she could, letting him feed her off his fork, allowing his foot to prod her legs apart under the tablecloth. And right before he went to fetch dessert from the kitchen, he reached into his pocket and came to kneel by her chair. He laid two small rubber bands on the table, and when he reached into the bodice of her dress, she had a sneaking suspicion what they were for.

Her head dropped back against the dining chair as he pushed the fabric aside to expose her and then bent to take her nipple into his mouth. Sucking and squeezing, it didn’t take long to render her a panting mess, and that’s when he slipped the tiny band over her nipple where it kept up a light constant pressure. As he slipped the fabric of her dress back over her breast and turned to the other side, she shifted in her seat.

“Uncomfortable?”

“Little.” The band was keeping her nipple hard, and the sensitive tip of it was brushing constantly against the fabric of her dress.

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