“Yes, babe. You never got your reward for being a good hostess to my friends. For being a good subbie for the rest of the week. You can have it now. I’m going to use that delightful pussy of yours and make you come.”
While he worked me into a frenzy with his tongue and hands, I kept muttering, “Oh, Sir, please, please.”
He loomed above me, his hands resting on either side of my head, his features barely discernible in the dim light. There was no mistaking his broad, smooth chest. The taut musculature I had come to love hadn’t lost its rigidity with years. A man in his mid-thirties, there was nothing in his physique to give away his age. Although he worked out daily, his muscles kept their customary leanness. I stared at his pectorals then below at his abdominal muscles, all held in place by his superlative, unblemished skin.
His face, cast in shadows, couldn’t hide his two most recognisable features: sharp, cornflower-blue eyes and yellow hair. Spiked up by a modicum of sweat, his hair maintained excellent coverage and thickness. Nervously, I reached a hand up and touched his short strands, ran my fingers from temple to crown, letting the softness curl about my digits. I sighed with delight.
A wry smile appeared on his face—I could see the corners of his lips curve upwards. Below, he treated my pussy to a nudge of his cock. The tip pressed against the slit, delving between the folds. I grabbed at his hair as he swung into me.
“Yes, yes!” I garbled.
Jason withdrew then battered me again, forcing his cock deep inside. I raised my legs, knees towards my shoulders, and both of my hands clung to his back. Flesh slapped against flesh as he collided with my spread thighs then another and another. Guttural sounds escaped both our mouths.
It took only one hand from him. A grasping hand, which shifted and pinned me down by my hair. I erupted in a sea of trembling muscles as he embraced me. His other hand reached upwards, finding the edge of the mattress, and he clung to it while levering his shaft deeper in my throbbing pussy.
How I loved to be taken roughly. The nightmare of my false whipping forgotten, he overruled my turbulent emotions and made them his own. After all that had happened during the week, my pining for him and my regrets at my behaviour, he could have chosen to make love to me, to cover me with kisses, sway in and out with gentle movements. Nothing would supplant him in my imagination, and he took control, just as I expected.
“Gem, now,” he rasped, and we exploded in a conjoined orgasm.
I wanted my tits squeezed, my bottom spanked every now and again. I wanted little bite marks left on me, a sore pussy to wake up to the next morning, and his dirty words in my ears, calling me unspeakable names. In my state of willingness and lust, he gave me all this, and I achieved three orgasms. When I fell asleep, there were no more nightmares.
The next day, before we flew home in the evening, the three of us had a wonderful day out as a family. I doted on my husband and son, making sure they had everything they needed, and I gave myself to Jason on the flight back home. Spread wide in the private cabin, I let him do anything he wished with me as the jet engine hummed in the background and Joshua slept in his chair.
Chapter 12. His Sister
Such was the noise blasting out of my iPod speakers in the breakfast room, I nearly missed the trill of the front doorbell. I was boogying away while sorting out a pile of ironing. I didn’t do the ironing, that job fell to Brooks, but I preferred to sort the laundry before handing it over to him. I scrambled to the front door.
“Louise! What a pleasant surprise.” Dressed in a trouser suit, her shiny blonde hair lapping about her face, stood my sister-in-law.
“Hi, Gemma.” She peered over my shoulder into the recesses of the hallway.
“Oh, no Jason. Sorry.”
Her shoulders slumped. The absence of her brother deflated the welcoming smile on her face, and I spied grey shadows under her eyes and a blotchy redness dotted about otherwise pale cheeks. She followed me into the house. “Drat.”
“We’ve just got back from New York, and he zipped off to Frankfurt. Come in.”
“I’d hoped to catch him between trips.” She accepted my offer of tea and turned down food.
“I’m doing a course—a seminar on customer service and social media. Big boom area.” She fingered the mug of tea, and her red nail varnish shone under the halogen lights. Always well dressed, even when off duty from her job as a hotel manager, she had Jason’s colouring but was surprisingly small in stature. She asked about Joshua, but the moment I chatted away about his latest achievements, her eyes glazed over.
I sighed, anticipating another sibling crisis for Jason to sort out. “How’s Ben?” I asked after her partner.
“Busy.” She shrugged. “I was hoping to talk to Jason.”
“No problems with work?” I finished puttering in the kitchen and came to sit opposite her at the breakfast bar.
“What? No, no.” She inhaled through her nose and squared her shoulders. “I’m pregnant.”
I choked on my coffee, wiping the back of my hand across my lips to remove the spluttering droplets. “Lou, congratulations.” I leaned forward to give her a hug, but she remained rigid in her seat and unwelcoming. I sat back. “You don’t look happy. I thought you wanted kids?”
“I do. We do. Well, I definitely do,” she stuttered. “It wasn’t planned. The condom split. It isn’t a planned pregnancy.”
An awkward pause descended. What did I say?
Louise sipped her tea, wetting her lips. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m pleased. I want children. I have to adjust to it happening earlier than planned.”
“How many weeks?”