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  As if reading my thoughts, he spoke up, pulling me from my internal dialogue.

  “I’ve never brought another sub here, or another woman, for that matter. This is kind of a first for me,” he chuckled almost nervously. “I’ve kept all of my relationships in the club and in that room.”

  His words had rendered me speechless. I was the first woman he had ever taken to his sanctuary? The thought both pleased and frightened me a little. Did this mean something? I secretly hoped it did, but I needed to keep my emotions in check until I was certain. I was dangerously close to giving this man my heart. Giving this man a piece of me, after mere days of meeting him. It was sudden, and too soon, my rational mind told me, but my heart disagreed.

  Acting out of instinct, I stepped into his space and circled my arms around his torso. “Thank you for bringing me here, Jackson. Your home is beautiful.”

  I felt him release his breath while his arms circled me, hugging me into him. This was nice. It was more than nice, it was heaven on earth, and I clung to him a little longer, savoring the moment. I didn’t know what the plan was for the evening or the future, but for this moment, I didn’t think about it.

  Without warning, a thought crept into my head, making me step back, and out of his hold.

  “Shit, I forgot about Polly!” I screeched, digging into the little clutch I carried to find my cell phone.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, little sub. I’ll call Chase,” he said, pulling my phone from my hand and hitting the home button on the screen where Polly’s number had just been.

  My eyes must have given away my reluctance because he put down his own, newly produced phone, and looked in my eyes.

  “Let me take care of you, ok, Maggie? If you prefer, I’ll call Polly myself from your phone and explain the situation. If she hates the idea, we’ll figure this out another time.”

  I didn’t want that. I wanted to stay. But I knew my best friend was going to have a mini freak out. She was, understandably, upset with him over last Saturday, and had no qualms using some vulgar four letter words about the man standing in front of me. This evening, when he used Master Chase against her, not letting her protect me, may have obliterated any hope of her ever liking him.

  “Trust me,” he said, taking my hand in his, squeezing it in the most comforting way.

  I nodded at him once and watched as he found Polly’s name under my contacts and smirked at her title in my phone.

  Putting his phone up to his ear, and listening to the ring, he whispered to me, “Polly Pocket?”

  I rolled my eyes at him and shrugged. Polly had been a typical girl when we were younger, and had begged her parents for Polly Pockets. Every new edition that came out, she was the first to get it. To this day, she still had every single one of them. The nickname was fitting.

  I idly wondered if they had a BDSM version I could buy. Polly Pocket and the Penetration Station, complete with a leather corset and bondage cuffs. New from Mattel! I snorted at the thought, causing Jackson to raise his eyebrows and me to shrug my shoulders at him again.

  “Hi Polly, it’s Mast-- It’s Jackson,” he said, listening when Polly cut him off. “Yes, she’s fine, she’s here with me.”

  I smiled and shook my head. Polly was a spitfire, that was unmistakeable. It was part of the reason she had wanted to be in the scene so bad. When you were the top dog in everyday life, sometimes you just need to relinquish that control for just a little while. Before my own introduction, I had watched her with fascination as her entire demeanor changed when she put on her outfit for the night. It was almost as if she were stepping into a costume, ready to take the stage. Someone new and exciting would take over here and she would morph into a beautiful submissive.

  “Maggie has agreed to stay the evening with me, but she wanted to let you know where she was so you wouldn’t freak out.”

  When he pulled his phone away from his ear, I couldn’t help the snort that came out of my noise. My best friend was in full “Polly mode.” I wouldn’t have been surprised if half the club could hear her through the phone. Showing him my palm, I offered to take care of it. He shook his head at me and pressed his ear to the receiver. After a few minutes of listening to Polly rant and scold, I could feel Jackson becoming slightly less congenial, and slightly more irritated. Something she said must have hit a nerve, because all at once his stance changed and he got a look on his face. I knew the look well, it was his Dom look.

  “Sub!” he said, just short of yelling, his dominating voice taking over. “I know she is your best friend, and believe me, I am quite aware of the “ass” I was last weekend, but she made the decision to spend the night, with no coercion on my part. Now, can you be an adult and talk to me without yelling or threatening, or do I need to speak with Master Chase?” his threat hanging plainly in the air.

  I couldn’t hear her response, but I guessed her answer appeased Jackson enough for his body to relax and the smile to return to his features.

  “Excellent, now read to me your phone number and I will send you a text from my phone. Chase has my number as well and I now have yours. If you need anything, please call.” He waited while she said something I couldn’t hear. “Yes, I will have Maggie call you in the morning. Thank you, Polly, for being such a good friend,” he ended, making my heart leap out of my chest.

  Handing my phone back to me, I shoved it in my clutch and placed it on the end of the sectional. When, only moments ago, I had felt nervous at being in his home alone, all I felt now was serenity. No matter what happened in the future with us, I wanted to enjoy whatever was planned for this evening. I would be ok with just cuddling, but the current look in Jackson’s eyes promised more than that, and that look was enough to make me melt into a puddle on the floor.

  Neither of us spoke a word as we looked at each other and into the souls of each other. Jackson was looking through me, his eyes blazing with something intangible. Silence and stillness hovered around us for minutes, or hours, I wasn’t sure. I felt an invisible rubber band that was coiled tight in my chest snap, and I sucked in a shaky breath, the noise pulling both of us from our trance at the same time.

  Lust, heat, and need encompassed the both of us, as we ran the measly two feet into each other, and attacked each other with a ferocity I couldn’t explain. The air around us crackled and shook, and the temperature hiked up instantly, arousal tinging the space. When his hands reached around and found my frilly covered ass, he dug in with his fingers and hoisted me up into his arms, carrying me from the living area, across the space, and through a hallway off the kitchen.

  At first, when he picked me up, I had started to panic. How could he carry this much weight and not be lying on the floor with a broken back? But, when he bit my lip and forced me back into the here and now, I forgot the momentary freak out, and just lived for the moment, and for the copper taste in my mouth.

  Taking a sharp left, he kicked open a door, and flipped on a switch, all the while still attacking my mouth, his fingers digging into the flesh just below my ass, in the crease where my thighs met. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me, knowing how close he was to my dripping entrance.

  Surprising me, he lightly tossed me on the bed, and I let out a little squeal, scurrying up to the headboard behind me. On his hands and knees, he crawled up the bed, a feral, dominating look in his eyes.

  “Are you running away from me, my sweets?” He asked, his deep baritone voice slightly scratchy and filled with lust. Any more of that talk was bound to have me coming without him even touching me. As it was, I was gasping for oxygen just from his proximity.

  “No, Sir,” I gulped.

  “No,” he said. “Don’t call me Sir, not tonight. Tonight, it’s just Maggie and Jackson”

  “No, Jackson, I’m not running away,” I said, leaning forward and trailing the back of my finger down his cheek in a gentle gesture. I didn’t know where my boldness had come from, but I liked it.

  His eyes sparkled before he took me by
surprise and grabbed my finger between his teeth, enough to leave me in place, but not enough to hurt. When he began sucking my finger into his mouth, I knew I was a goner.

  Please God, I prayed, Please don’t let this man break me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jackson

  Within less than an hour of my last orgasm, here I was, hard enough to cut through diamonds again. All thanks to the gorgeous, self conscious, vision in red before me. I had stopped trying to figure out my body’s sudden reaction to her and just let myself enjoy it while it lasted.

  I need to be inside of her again, but I wanted it to be different. Something a little more tender and a lot more out of my realm of experience. Somehow, I knew she needed a more gentle hand this evening after the experience in the club, and I was going to be the person to give it to her. Maggie had been stunning the entire time, taking her punishment like an absolute dream, surprising me with every minute in her presence.

  Even with everything that had transpired, though, what had surprised me the most about the evening had happened just a moment ago. After all the things we had done in the past two weeks, I couldn't wrap my head around her reaction when I picked her up. Was she hung up on her weight again? My instincts had told me I was right. Not thinking about anything but getting her into my bed, I had bitten her to pull her back into the moment. I didn’t even notice her weight while I carried her. The only thing my brain could comprehend was my need to plunge my dick into her over and over again. I was quickly becoming insatiable.

  Now, hovering over her, I mentally came up with a bigger plan to prove to her that the number on the scale didn’t mean shit to me. Shoving it to the back of my head and pulling my focus to the girl underneath me, I let go of her finger and claimed her lips again in a gentle, tender kiss, massaging my tongue with hers and attempting to goad her into an erotic dance performed by our mouths alone. I felt like a teenage boy in the backseat of my car, exploring a girls mouth in a hot makeout session while the drive-in movie played in front of us. The only differences were, I knew what I was doing, and I also knew i’d be getting to second base, third base, and rounding home. I wasn’t being cocky, I was being truthful.

  Pulling away, she groaned underneath me, letting me know of her displeasure. I smiled at her, before shimmying down her body a little bit, my head level with her breasts, my strained cock poking at her panty clad entrance. She was still riding the edge of glory and pain, and I wanted to keep her there, just a little while longer. She would inevitably thank me at the end when her climax stole her senses and obliterated her minor displeasure.

  Bringing both of my hands to her corset, I started the process of unlinking each individual snap, one at a time, starting at the top. Each snap that opened revealed a little more of her curvy alabaster skin, and I couldn’t stop myself from placing soft kisses after every few links. When I reached the bottom, Maggie’s breathing was erratic, but I didn’t think it was out of excitement. Her eyes were wrenched closed, her nails digging into her palms so tight I was surprised to not see trickles of blood. Had I been paying a little bit more attention, I would have noticed how tense her body was, but I couldn’t understand why.

  “Maggie?” I whispered, “Look at me.”

  Her opened eyes confirmed my suspicions. Terror flew from her pupils and swirled around us like a rogue banshee.

  “Maggie, you’re fucking beautiful. I hope you can believe me. Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to leave the corset on?” I said, sitting up on my heels, urging her to relax and believe my words.

  Slowly, she shook her head no and took a couple of deep breaths. I didn’t want her to be nervous around me. What we were doing was hot, and sexy, and for lack of better words, beautiful, but it wouldn’t be anywhere near as good if she wasn’t 100% there with me, instead of filling her mind with self doubt. An idea came to me, forcing me to jump off the bed.

  “No, no!” she cried. “I’m ok. I promise.”

  “Shhhh, Maggie, hold on,” I consoled back to her.

  Turning off the bright overhead light in my room, I walked over to the bedside table and flicked on a lamp. The glow around the room was muted, softer. I could still see Maggie and she could see me, but nothing was as detailed in this lighting. I watched as she visibly relaxed a little. The lack of fluorescent lighting seemed to help her loosen up.

  Climbing back to my original position, I looked up into her eyes and waited for her to tell me I could continue, with or without words. I wanted her to be comfortable, and I’d wait all night if need be.

  “Thank you” was all she said, and I took that as my cue to finally remove the corset entirely.

  Popping the last two snaps, I opened the corset and found more silky, creamy skin underneath, begging to be kissed, and kiss it I did, until every inch of her torso had felt the power of my lips, and my explorative tongue.

  Maggie was trembling with need by the time I had finished and reached for her panties. This time, she didn’t flinch. Instead, she lifted her hips and allowed me to slide the panties down her calves, and off her completely. Both sets of her lips were plump and juicy. Both glistened, and both begged to be kissed. I couldn’t decide which ones to attack first. Considering I was already down here, I unquestionably needed another savor of her sweetness.

  Pulling back her folds, and discovering her already dripping, made my ever aching and zealous dick unbelievably harder than just moments before. Placing a chaste kiss on her swollen clit, I used both of my hands to shimmy my way out of my confining pants and let them fall to the floor behind me. When both hands were free, along with a very happy appendage down south, I gripped her under her legs and pulled her into my waiting and eager mouth.

  She didn’t have to say anything, but her overwhelming need to come was blatant, but she wasn’t going to get that satisfaction until I was buried deep inside of her. I needed to feel her the walls of her pussy clench around my cock and milk it for every last drop it could possess. I was also keenly aware that if I kept up with my licking, she was going to explode all over my face. In mere seconds, she had already wound her fingers into my hair and was fucking my face with her greedy cunt. Removing the death grip her fingers had on my scalp, and pulling away from the sweetest flavor ever to grace my tastebuds, I internally sighed, ‘Another time Jackson.’

  “No!” she cried out, exasperated, clearly on the precipice of her release.

  “Hush, Maggie,” I scolded her, not harshly, but enough to calm her. My sweets eyes’ did not look amused and I had to bury the laugh that threatened to bubble up.

  “I need to be inside of you, love, I can’t wait anymore, and I want you to come around my cock. I need to see the look in your eyes, and the way your body responds when I make you scream out my name.”

  My words did the trick, turning her exasperation into pure fucking lust. It was a wonder I didn’t nut right then and there all over her glorious stomach.

  Pushing inside her with no warning, her walls grasped onto me, clutching me in a vice. Maggie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her mouth forming the letter “O”

  “Yes, my sweets. Take all of me,” I groaned, pushing, slowly stretching, filling her.

  When her hips starting rocking, silently asking me to move, I complied her request and began thrusting into her with a wild abandon I had not anticipated. I wanted to be gentle, but it seemed neither my dick, nor Maggie, were going permit that line of thought. Every time I pitched into her velvet heat, she whispered harder, and as requested, my next pass got a little rougher, a little more violent, and a lot more fucking intense.

  Reaching down and grasping her pert nipple between my fingers, I pinched and rolled it around, giving her a small taste of the pain I liked to deliver while simultaneously pleasuring her. Her moans became progressively louder, and I had to fight to keep myself from erupting before she got her well-earned chance. This was her reward, and I wasn’t going to fuck it up with an ill-timed ejaculation.

  Using the s
ame hand, I released her nipple and trailed it along her stomach to where our bodies joined, searching out the tiny crux of bundled nerves that would send her over the edge, while continuously pumping into her, harsh, and fast. It was time for her to see stars, and then I was going to join her.

  One graze of my fingers had her arching off the bed, my name tumbling from her lips in a shrill expletive, while her pussy pulsed around my cock. I took off like a rocket at the sound of my name on her tongue, bucking against her like a savage. Within just a few desperate pumps, I groaned out her name and released my load into her still quivering uterus. The way she was chanting my name as she rode out the pleasure coursing through her was like a drug. A drug I wanted to overdose on.

  Holy Fuck! I thought, trying to regain my breath. That had been the most intense orgasm of my entire life. I couldn’t even hold myself up afterward, and I collapsed on top of her as my legs gave out shaking, the consistency of jello. Her breathing was identical against my chest, and I forced myself to slide off of her, slightly, so she could breathe. Fuck me, and my addictive personality. I’d never get enough of her perfect fucking cunt.

  “Shit,” she murmured, mirroring my own thoughts.

  “Yeah,” came my labored reply. I didn’t even have the energy for more than one syllable. With my blissfully blank, I shut my eyes for just a moment and willed myself to stay awake. We may not have played like we had in the club, but cuddling was something I enjoyed doing, and once my heart returned to a steady rhythm, I wanted to wrap my arms around her and hold her all night.

  “Are you...” she giggled a few minutes later, “Are you still hard?”