Holy fuck, this is something totally new to me.
Of course sex is new to me. I mean, until not so long ago, I was a virgin. And here I am now, enjoying the thrill of a beating with a leather whip.
Before I can think about this some more, Jasper’s whip strikes again.
I throw my head back and close my eyes. My heart is beating wildly in my chest, and I’m biting my bottom lip so hard, I can feel tiny droplets of blood in my mouth. I’m determined not to make a sound.
This may be a new experience for me, but I trust Jasper. I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, not like Anders.
Anders knows he’s hurting me. He knows the drugs are no good for him, and he needs to start taking care of himself.
Anders.
Suddenly the whipping stops, and I drop my head.
I’m so fucking hot between my legs. I urge him to fuck me already. I don’t utter a word—I only think it, hoping he might be good at telepathy.
It’s not his cock I feel on my ass or pussy, though. It’s a metal kind of object. Without seeing it, it feels like a pizza cutter with spikes.
As he runs it over me, I arch my back and thrust my hips backwards, trying to touch some part of him.
Skillfully, he avoids me.
“Now, my fucking little slut,” I hear his voice in my left ear. His warm breath is caressing my skin. If I’m not careful, I might pass out with pleasure or lose my mind. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Instead of proper words, I can only whimper. For some reason, his actions are rendering me incapable of proper speech. Not a word comes across my lips.
Silence hangs heavy in the air. Jasper increases the pressure on his metal gadget, and fire spreads through me.
“I said tell me what you want me to do.”
My breathing is fast now. The juices from my pussy are dripping from me, and I just want to turn around and jump onto his massive cock.
“I want you to fuck me,” I manage to say, sounding as if I’ve run the hundred miles.
“Aren’t you missing something? I mean, weren’t you brought up to be a good girl?” Jasper puts a lot of emphasis on the word good.
Briefly, I think about my parents. My parents, who did not bring me up to behave like this. Just like any person, I can’t imagine my parents ever having sex, let alone a fuck like I’m having.
From memory, I’d say my mother never undressed in the company of anyone, not even my father, and certainly not when the lights were on. It seems extraordinary I was ever conceived.
Of course, Mom and Dad would be horrified if they knew what happened to their good, little girl.
Their good, little girl is not so little anymore. I grew up. I grew up real fast in the last few days.
When these self-assured, slightly arrogant billionaire sex gods took my virginity, the world changed for me completely.
Gone is the girl I once was.
“I want you to fuck me, please,” I mutter and shuffle backward toward him.
The palm of his hand collides with my ass.
“I didn’t say you could move,” he shouts. “Back where you were.”
Without a word of complaint, I crawl forward a little and stop.
“Exactly where you were.”
When I’m back on the same spot, Jasper’s fingers start to hover near my pussy. They don’t actually touch me—they just hover. I try to move toward them and earn myself another whack.
“Don’t fucking move till I tell you to.”
This is harder than anything else I’ve done for any of these brothers. Not moving, being as still as a statue, totally goes against what I want to do.
What I want to do is move against Jasper’s body so his cock will have to fucking enter my pussy.
Actually, he could enter either of my holes, or he could opt for my mouth again, as long as he does something with his cock. I’m dying to have it inside of me.
From what I can see, his cock is bursting at the seams for me anyway.
“Come on Aurora,” Jasper is whispering again.
That slight change of his voice into a whisper is as much of a turn on as the spanking. Jasper’s really working his magic on me, and I like it so much. I feel safe with him, safe enough to allow myself to let go in this way.
“If you keep perfectly still, I’ll reward you,” he says in a darkened tone.
If I cry out for him and beg for it, I think it would count as moving. So I don’t. I try my very, very hardest not to move a muscle.
My arms feel as if they’re going to give way first. When his cock finally hovers near my pussy, I think I’m going to come as soon as he fucks me. I’m so fucking ready.