Jason took Simone into the guest room again, sat her on the edge of the bed and stood in front of her, his hands on her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks.
“You sure about this?” she asked. He didn’t blame her for asking that, as unsure as he was most of the time.
“If it’s too much, we’ll turn the camera off,” he said. “What do you need?”
“My camera equipment’s in your room in the black bag. I’ll need to set up the camera on the tripod. After that…it’s up to you, sir.”
“I want you in your corset,” he said.
“I better get it then,” she said. “I’ll need you to lace me in good and tight, sir, if you will.”
“Oh, I will.” He loved the way she was looking at him. She looked so sweet and trusting, a little lamb to the slaughter. “And I’ll fuck your pussy, too. And anything else I want to fuck.”
Her lips parted and she breathed a heavy breath.
“My body belongs to you,” she said. “Every inch.”
It could have been a line, Simone acting the part. But he didn’t think so, not with the way her breath caught in her throat. He touched the bright red bite mark he’d left on her neck then dropped his head to kiss it again. He cupped her breast in his hand while he kissed her and felt her nipple harden against his palm through her t-shirt.
He was hard, too, had been since the second he’d sunk his teeth into her skin downstairs and heard her moan in his ear. What was he going to do with himself after she was gone, and he came home to an empty house? It hurt too much to imagine. He forced the thought from his mind.
“Go get your things,” he said. “And make it quick. Don’t make me wait for you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, breathlessly. He swatted her ass when she moved past him.
“Spanky?”
“Yes, sir?” She turned around in the doorway when he called for her.
“Bring me my crop from the bedroom, too.”
She grinned ear to ear. “Yes, sir.”
After she left, Jason stared at the bed and wondered what on earth was possessing him to do this. Make a video of himself having sex with Simone? What was he going to do with it? Watch it, of course. Watch it every day and every night after she’d gone. If he couldn’t have her, this would be the next best thing.
She returned quickly, bag in one hand, corset in the other, crop between her teeth. He laughed at the sight of her, so obedient to his “make it quick” command that she’d found a way to bring everything into the room in one trip.
Pretty damn adorable if you asked him.
Simone dropped her corset onto the bed, set the camera bag on the floor and with a curtsey presented him his crop.
“Nice,” he said. She smiled as she went to work. He liked watching a competent woman at her work. As easy as one, two, three, she’d unzipped her bag, set up her tripod, set up her camera, and had it aimed and ready to go.
“All set?” he asked.
“Just have to turn it on. Whenever you’re ready, sir.”
He looked at the corset she’d laid on the bed—pale pink with black laces. Soon she’d be wearing that and nothing else, and he’d be pulling the laces tight, tighter, tightest…And it was all going to be on camera for him to look at and enjoy anytime he wanted.
“I’m ready,” he said.
Simone hit a few buttons on the camera and then stood up, facing him, waiting.
He picked up her corset and waited. She got the hint. Stepping in front of the camera by the bed, Simone began to undress. She didn’t do it slowly. She didn’t do it quickly. But she did undress gracefully, putting on a good show for the camera and for him.
When she was completely naked he went to her, corset in hand. She sat on the bed and raised her arms over her head. He slipped the corset down her arms. He let her adjust things here and there a moment before she stood up with her back to him.
Time to tighten the laces. He willed his hands not to shake for the camera when he reached out and stroked her back. The corset was satiny and warm from the heat of her skin. It had stiff ribs in it—stays he thought they were called—and a black lace trim around the top and bottom edges. The best part was…the corset would only cover her from hip to right under her breasts. He wanted nothing between him and her beautiful nipples.
He turned her sideways so that the camera could catch him tightening her laces. Why he found the idea so erotic, he didn’t know. Maybe because it was a way for him to take power over her body. Maybe because it was like tying her up. Maybe because he had a fetish for all things pink and lacy and frilly on a beautiful curvy woman. Whatever the reason, Jason didn’t want to rush a thing. He started right below her shoulder blades and slipped one finger under the laces, pulling them out six inches from her skin. The two halves of the corset slid closer together. Simone raised her arms again and rested them crossed over her head. He pulled tighter and the two halves of the corset met. And when they did he leaned forward and kissed her naked shoulder. The kiss became a bite when he drew a nip of her skin between his teeth and sucked on it. Simone gasped and he nearly stopped at once before remembering that, not only was he allowed to bite her and mark her and make her gasp, she wanted him to do it. She’d asked him to do it. And for this girl, he’d do anything. Apart from the corset, Simone was naked. No panties between him and her beautiful backside and her pussy, which he was dying to stroke. He made himself wait because that meant Simone had to wait, too.
Jason was pleased to see he’d left a good-sized mark on her shoulder. A pretty red welt. He touched it, kissed it, licked it.
“Does it hurt?” he asked her.
“It throbs a little, sir,” she said.
“Red, wet, and throbbing,” he said into her ear. “That’s how I want your pussy.”
“Keep doing what you’re doing, sir, and you’ll get it.”
Jason had every intention of doing just that. He dug his hands under the next rung of laces and yanked, hard. Simone gasped again, and he mockingly laughed in her ear. He couldn’t recall a time when he’d felt this good with a woman. In control. Respected. Wanted. He never wanted it to end.
Dangerous thought, right? God knew he adored the hell out of this girl already. Too fast. Too soon. He should be scared to death. But he wasn’t. For the first time in a long time, and even with a camera on him, he was doing exactly what he wanted to be doing. No guilt. No shame. And nobody’s goddamn business but his and Simone’s.
He yanked the next rung of laces. It was all for show. He wasn’t pulling them very tight. Last thing he wanted was Simone to pass out on him before he could have his way with her. But he sure was having a ball acting like he was going to lace her up tight enough to squeeze the air out of her lungs. He could tell from her hard breathing that her lungs were working just fine.
As he laced his way down to her waist, he let himself pull in a little tighter and soon Simone’s hourglass figure was dramatically showcased in pink satin and black lace. He tied a bow at the end and placed his hands on her narrow waist, relishing how it flared out to her round hips and up to her full breasts. He slid his hands to the front of the corset, placing them flat against her stomach, and pulled her back against him. Her head fell back against his chest, and she made a soft sound of arousal and surrender.
“Mine,” he whispered. A smile danced across her face. He slid his hands up to her bare breasts, holding them firmly, possessively. “Mine,” he said again.
He moved low, cupping his hand between her thighs. She was hot, and when he pushed his middle finger through her slit, he found she was wet, too. His cock ached to get into that wet hole, but he didn’t want to rush it. He’d just gotten started playing with her body.
Jason didn’t tell her to lie on her back on the bed. He put her on her back on the bed. She went without protest, putty in his hands. When he had her where he wanted her, he yanked off his shirt, stripped out of his jeans and boxer briefs and, completely forgetting the camera was on him, straddled Simone across her waist. He took her wrists in his hands and pinned them over her head while he pressed his mouth to her mouth, his tongue against her tongue and his cock against her corset.
Simone returned the kiss with equal intensity. She opened her mouth for him, rubbed her tongue against his, arched underneath him to press more of her body against his. She might have been a submissive, and she was definitely his little slave, but she wasn’t passive, and she certainly wasn’t meek. Jason kissed her neck, her chest and then her breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked deeply, relishing the moan that Simone released. He held her breast in his hand and sucked the nipple even harder. Carefully he pressed his teeth against the tender pink areola and sucked again, leaving another deliberate love bite that she could take a picture of tomorrow when it had turned into a purple bruise. Simone flinched when he dug his teeth in and he had to remind himself again that a flinch of pain didn’t mean he needed to stop. It seemed too good to be true almost, that he’d stumbled across a woman who loved being treated like his personal sexual property. He’d been so resigned to keeping his fantasies as fantasies. He felt like a kid who asked for a bicycle for Christmas when he really wanted a Porsche, never requesting his real desire because he knew for a fact it was a waste of a wish. But here she was…underneath him, warm, beautiful, wet and waiting for his cock and loving every wicked thing he did to her as much as he loved doing it.
“You are too good to be true,” he whispered against her skin.
“That’s funny, sir,” she said.
“And why’s that?” he asked.
“I keep thinking the same thing about you.”
He smiled up at her and knew he was just about as happy as he’d ever been or would ever be. That feeling only grew as he left bite marks all over Simone’s body. One on her shoulder. One on her chest. One on her thigh. One on her hip. She writhed and giggled as he licked and sucked and nibbled all over her. As he sucked on her nipples again, Simone lifted her hips up against his cock.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you?” he asked.
“Need’s the word,” she said. “Sir.”
“Well, I might like to get a little rough with you,” he said, “but I wouldn’t want to torture you. Don’t want to torture myself either.”
But maybe he did want to torture her—a little bit, anyway. He straddled her chest again and took her breasts into his hands. He pushed them together and thrust his cock between them. Her skin was smooth and hot against his cock and he nearly came all over her chest from that first thrust alone. He made himself calm down, if only so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. But it wasn’t easy. Simone arched her back underneath him again, offering her breasts to him. He held them firmly in his hands, squeezing as he rubbed his erection all over them. Simone closed her eyes and her head fell back on the bed in total surrender.
“There’s nothing I can’t do to you, is there?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she breathed.
“I could fuck every inch of your body and you’d want it.”
“I want it,” she said.
“I could tie you to the bed and leave you there the rest of your life.”
“I could live in your bed the rest of my life,” she said. “As long as you keep doing that.”
That was Jason rubbing her nipples over and over with his thumbs. They were hard and bright red from how hard he’d sucked them. He smiled when he remembered they were on camera now, and he’d get to see them whenever he wanted. But what he wanted right that second was to fuck her, the sooner the better.
Jason moved off her and issued an order. “Turn over.”
Simone obeyed at once. She knelt on her elbows and her knees. Jason got behind her and eyed the view. “Hope the camera’s getting this,” he said as he opened her pussy with his fingers and stroked her inner folds.
“I can take pictures of my pussy for you, sir,” she said.
“You should probably do that then,” he said. “A whole goddamned album of your pussy.”
He put a finger inside her and his eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of her wet, hot, silky vagina. He stroked her with two fingers, long strokes all the way into her and out again. She groaned in pleasure and opened her legs even wider for him.
“That an invitation?” he asked.
“You don’t need one, sir.”
“That’s right, I don’t. A man doesn’t need an engraved invitation to come in his own house.”
He grabbed the condoms off the bedside table and when he had one on, he rose up on his knees and pressed the head against her entrance. With a slow hard thrust he pushed into her and with a second harder thrust he sheathed himself all the way inside.
Jason had never seen a sexier sight than his own big roughed-up hands wrapped around her narrow waist encased in her pink corset. He took control of her body, pulling her back against him when he wanted to go deep, pushing her away as he pulled out. He loved seeing his cock disappear inside her and then reappear a moment later, slick with her wetness. He wanted to come but he thought he ought to slow down and wait for her sake. Then he remembered she was his to do with as he pleased, and if he wanted to come right then and there he would come, right then and right there.
Jason thrust into her faster, then harder, then faster and harder. He pounded her from behind and she panted and grunted and groaned as he let go and gave her everything he had to give. Her cries mixed with his own as his orgasm built to a fever pitch. When he came it was so intense he thought he was going to black out from sheer pleasure. The muscle spasms were deep, reaching all the way into his back. As the climax crested and faded, Jason hung over Simone’s back, still gripping her waist and breathing until he was in control of himself again.
He pulled out of her and rolled up the condom in the wrapper. The entire time Simone stayed on her knees, awaiting his next order. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down and back against his chest.
“Touch yourself,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her and took her breasts in his hands again. “Make yourself come for me.”
She didn’t hesitate, his sexy, sweet and utterly shameless little slave. She moved her hand between her legs and found her clitoris with her fingertips. She rubbed it and he watched the show, and if he hadn’t come a minute earlier he would have been rock hard. Simone dipped her middle finger inside herself and then spread her own wetness over her clitoris. As she stroked it, she moved her hips in slow circles. Jason massaged her breasts and whispered encouragement in her ear. You’re so sexy…so fucking sexy…so beautiful…come for me, baby girl…I want to hear you come…
In no time she was panting again, gasping and groaning. Her hips rose off the bed and she let out a hoarse cry. He held her through her climax and held her after she finished and collapsed back against him.
“God damn," Jason said with a long breath.
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” she said then giggled, wiggling around to lay her head on his chest.
“How do you know exactly what to do to make me feel so good?”
“I don’t know,” Simone said. “Just glad I do.”
He stroked her back with his fingertips, happy to simply hold her and touch her. And he better do it, too, hold her and touch her as much as he could, since she would be leaving soon. Unless he ordered her to stay. No, he couldn’t do that. You couldn’t order someone to stay with you, could you? That wouldn’t be right. He couldn’t force Simone into staying with him. That wasn’t fair to her. But he could ask her to stay, couldn’t he? Maybe he could. Maybe he would. Maybe he’d never get invited home for Christmas again, either.
It shouldn’t be this hard to fall in love with someone.
“Master Jason…”
“Yes, Spanky?”
“Nothing. I just like saying that.”
He kissed the top of her head.
Maybe it wasn’t so hard to fall in love after all.