Page 49 of Rise By Sin

“I can’t curl my back much, and my legs aren’t strong, but as long as you don’t twist me like a pretzel I think we’ll be alright,” I told him with a roll of my eyes.

“Keep rolling your eyes like that and I’ll remind you what orgasm denial is,” he warned as he stared me down with his hands on his hips. Just seeing him stood there, and hearing him in control was enough to ease some of my earlier nerves. It was Jack. I knew, no matter what – even if I did start to freak out – he would always take care of me.

“Keep standing there just looking at me and I’ll show you everything I learned about getting myself off in the last ten years,” I taunted.

Jack growled as he lowered down onto the bed and prowled over me like a jungle cat ready to pounce. He rest his weight over me on his right hand and slid his left down my body, cupping my mound possessively over my panties.

“You don’t touch this pussy anymore, love. It’s ours now. You only come when Mace and I allow you to. Understood?” he asked, his face so close to mine I could feel his breath on my lips.

I was already breathing faster at just the feel of his huge hand right where I wanted his touch so much I could barely think straight.

“Please Jack,” I squeaked as I looked at him pleadingly.

“Tell me you understand, Ava,” he pushed.

“I understand,” I uttered. “Please” Just touch me…please!”

“No topping from the bottom, naughty girl,” Jack told me as he removed his hand from my center and instead placed it on the other side of my head as he just stared at me.

“No!” I cried.

“Tell me who’s in charge now, Ava. Show me you remember how this works and maybe, just maybe I’ll give you what you seem to need so badly,” he taunted.

“You!” I whined. “You’re in change, Jack. Pleas, I’ll do what you say. I’ll be good.”

“Easy love. You’re always my good girl,” he soothed as he ran his hand over my body as he leaned in to kiss down my neck. “Reach up and put your hands on the pillow for me,” he whispered between kisses. I gulped at the command, worried for a second he’d try to bind my hands, but then I reminded myself I’d told him about restraints and as able to do as he bade. I grabbed the edge of the pillow further up the bed to help me keep my hands in place.

“Color?” Jack asked as he stopped kissing my neck and instead kissed my lips while also looking at my expression. While I always had a safe word when we all played together at Temple, we also used the stop light system occasionally. Jack or Mace would ask for a color, and I would answer with green, orange, or Red. Red would stop everything instantly, in the same way as my safe word would. Orange meant I needed things to slow down, or maybe I was feeling a little unsure. Green meant everything was good. We had rarely needed to use it, because Mason and Jack always made sure to watch me closely and knew before I could utter a word if anything ever worried me. I knew Jack was using it them because he’d seen the slight wobble in my face when he’d asked me to raise my hands, and knowing he saw that slight unsureness in me only reassured me that he had me.

“Green. I’m okay, Jack,” I told him a little breathlessly.

“Good girl. Keep your hands there for me. If you move them you’ll have to wait longer to come,” he warned, but there was playful smile on his face that made everything less tense.

“Yes Jack,” I agreed as I looked to him with a smile on my face.

“So beautiful when you submit for me,” he told me as he started to move down my body slowly, kissing a trail as he went.

I wasn’t so sure the meagre acquiescence I had given him counted as true submission compared to what I used to give, but I still felt warm inside at his praise. I definitely had a praise kink and I had no idea where it came from. Al I did know was that when Mason and Jack used to tell me I was a ‘good girl’ or praise me during or after a session, it turned me on and made me feel all warm and content inside. The guys were aware of this and had often praised me because of it. Calling me their ‘good girl’ was always a sure fire way to have me running my thighs together in desperation, and it seemed that hadn’t changed.

It wasn’t until Jack was almost face to face with my pussy that the panic set in as realization struck me. I slammed my thighs tight together and lowered my hands as I pushed up onto one elbow in panic.

“Jack,” I gasped. He instantly looked up to me, then lifted up so he sat, stopping everything as he studied me.

“What is it, Ava? Do we need to stop?” he asked gently as he tuned enough to crawl up the bed to me. In a matter of seconds I found myself wrapped in his arms, my back pressed to his front as he held me tight. “Deep breath for me,” he urged and I knew he thought I was panicking, and I was, but not the way he assumed.

“I’m okay,” I told him. My breaths were a little short, but that was because of the need he’d built in me, not because I was losing it.

“When you feel ready, I want you to tell me what happened, but take your time. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

I was cursing myself for panicking for such a stupid reason and stopping everything, especially knowing I would have to explain why to Jack. It was mortifying, but I also couldn’t deny how good it felt to just be in his arms as he gave me the care he was obliged to as a dom. After care was a huge part of D/s play, and I had always loved it. Coming back down from the nirvana Jack and Mace could always take me to, to find myself curled up in one of their arms as the other fussed over me, wrapping a blanket around me and giving me sips of water – it was heaven. I think sometimes I had missed that more in the decade I spent alone, than the peace and perfection I felt at their hands when we played. I never felt like Jack and Mason gave after care because they were obliged to. The love and are they showed me meant so much more than an obligation. It had always been plain to see and feel, just as it was right then as Jack held me so protectively.

“Ava? Do you want me to cover you up, or get some water, darlin’?” he offered.

“No.” I took a deep breath, then lifted my head so I was looking at him upside down. “You…you d-didn’t trigger me. I’m okay.”

“The truth, remember? Always the truth. I saw panic on your face,” he reprimanded gently.

“God, this is so embarrassing,” I groaned as I lowered my head and covered my face.

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