Page 80 of Please, Sir

Another harsh snap of his whip, this time along the back of my arm. “Tell me who makes you come,” he orders.

“You, sir,” I breathe. “Please,” I beg, practically bearing down on his cock and the toy. The sting that accompanies fullness hasn’t completely dissipated. “I need to come, sir, please.”

“Alright, let me feel you,” he groans as his cock swells and throbs inside me.

He leaves the toy in as both hands come to my hips, tugging me back in quick bursts, making me fuck both him and it. “Oh my god, Jake, Jake, Jake, please, sir, yes,” I rattle off, my eyes rolled to high heaven as I come, undone for him in wild, unabashed waves. He holds himself there, deep and hot as I ride out my orgasm. When I’m done, he empties me entirely.

On my back again, Jake’s eyes fall to my cheeks, still flushed from what we did. He looks to my eyes next, finding them darkened with a quiet ache. Because even immediately after, I still lust for him everywhere. Only he does that to me. He smiles. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you.”

On my back, staring up at him, my vision grows swimmy. His chest booms with muscle, his jaw coated in a thin layer of scruff, his dark hair a tousled mess, I can’t help but be greedyand beg for more. “Another, more, please, sir,” I murmur, not even knowing if I’m asking for more pain, more orgasms, or more everything.

He releases the ties around my ankles and wrists, then rolls me back onto my shoulders, draping my legs against his chest. Reaching between us, Jake grabs his cock and sets it on my pussy, moving his hips so that his slick, hot cock slides between my lips, against my clit. It’s such a tease, and so erotic. The desire and restraint in his eyes sets me on edge.

“Please, I need to feel you, I need to feel your cum,” I beg, sliding my hands over my bare belly. Jake grits his teeth, taking my breasts in his hands, squeezing them with a groan. His hips rove and roam, my clit is so engorged and I am so wet that I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer. Another thrust between my legs, the friction of our naked, wet bodies together proving to be too much, and I unspool beneath him, unraveling at every end.

I shake and writhe, crying out his name, praising him, reaching for him. He hovers over me, his face focused and intense, holding his dick around the purple rimmed crown, watching me break for him.

When I’m done, he flips me back over, this time facing him on all fours.

“Are you finished? Or can you come again? You wanna come some more, baby?” He threads his fingers through the back of my hair, an intense tingle rippling through my scalp as he jerks me back. My mouth parts from the sudden position change, and he takes that opportunity to fill my mouth with his spit, warm and thick. His finger slides onto my tongue as he forces me to swallow, which isn’t necessary. Very soon this man will figure out that there isn’t a single command I won’t obey, a single thing of mine that he can’t have. Everything I have is his to use.

I’mhis to use.

His cock follows, spearing into my throat. Each slap of his balls against his body and each wobbly groan that comes off his lips only takes me that much higher, makes me feel that much more desired. With one hand in my hair, he uses the other to lightly grab my neck.

“Keep that throat open, baby, come on,” he grits out a moment before he grunts, and his stomach tightens, then heat splashes against the back of my throat so many times I lose count. I swallow, and his rough coaxing fills me full of pride. “There you go, baby, just like that, drink up.”

Drink up.

The two words sizzle through my veins, leaving me hot and achy, and I find myself reaching down, slipping my fingers where it’s still sticky and warm. “Keep my cock in your throat while you come again,” he orders, running his palm over my cheek to feel himself in my mouth. His hand is heavy and powerful, and when he tugs the base, making sure to get every last drop out, I combust.

He holds my head down on his cock when he sees me pull my thighs together, my orgasm taking control as I wobble and moan, rubbing frantically. Suckling his cock, gagging and choking in bursts as he pushes me deep on it, I stay like that until my orgasm has subsided. He steps back until his limp cock falls out of my mouth with a slap against his thigh.

Extending his hand to me, he helps me slowly and carefully to my feet, off the bed, and wraps a towel around me. “How do you feel?” he asks, studying my eyes closely, as if looking to see whether I am high or drunk. But I like it. I like how closely he analyzes me, the way I can tell he is storing away mental notes, so he can know me the best. It’s the kind of care and attention I’ve always longed for, and he gives it so freely, without strings.

I nod my head. “I’m so good,” I breathe, almost teary from the intensity of the moment. He nods his head too, seeing the emotion I’m keeping at arm’s length.

“Alright, let's look at those welts and get you cleaned up, how’s that sound?” he asks, kissing my forehead and stroking long fingers through my hair.

I nod my head, afraid that if I speak I might cry.

Jake tips his head to the side, the curled ends of his wavy hair touching the top of his shoulder. He’s so sexy it nearly steals my breath, and another wave of emotion hits.

Aware, alert, and always in tune with me, Jake lifts me up and walks me to the bathroom, setting me on the counter. His hands rest on my knees as we open my legs together, making room for him to stand between them.

“Wanna talk to me about how you’re feeling?” he suggests gently, stroking my cheek with the back of his pointer finger.

My bottom lip wobbles. “Stupidly emotional.”

He nods. “About what happened with Michael or what we just did?” he asks, slow and patient, and with Jake, I know there is no wrong answer. That I’m safe with him and the truth between, that there is nothing we can’t overcome or work through together.

I meet his dark eyes, and if I didn’t have a weight of words on my tongue ready to spring free, I could get lost in them and all the beautiful promises they make. I shake my head. “No, not about him, not at all.” He waits for me to speak, staying quiet and patient. “About you, and what we have.”

I motion toward the bedroom with my head, then meet his eyes again. “Just the way you understand me and care for me, and test me. How you don’t treat me like I’m delicate. How easily we work together.” I lick my lips, my pulse racing. “How much I care about you.”

He wraps me up, his arms around my torso, pressing more kisses to the top of my head. “You know what, I feel the same way about you. I look at you and wonder if I’m dreaming. Beautiful, smart, driven, so young with so much road stretched ahead,” he says, pulling back to make meaningful eye contact. “And you chose me.”

“It feels a lot like we chose each other,” I sniffle. “And Jo Jo, she thinks it’s fate. Divine intervention from Janie,” I say, saying his wife’s name aloud for the first time. It feels sacred, and I don’t know that I have the right. I start to apologize but he stops me with a soft kiss, tangling his knuckles in the side of my hair to tip my head back gently.

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