Jason noticed and landed another smack on her still smarting bottom.
‘What’s this still doing on?’ he demanded.
Jenna quickly pushed it over her hips and let it fall. Out on display now were her thighs, bare above her stocking tops and lined with black suspender straps. And so was all that lay between her breasts and her stockings.
Her bottom was bare and sore, and her pussy was defencelessly available to him.
He wasted no time in making sure she understood this, putting his hand between her legs and cupping her pussy firmly.
‘Oh, here’s something else that belongs to me,’ he said, moving his hand lazily so that her lips had to open to admit it. ‘I think it’s wet. Why’s that?’
‘I …’ Her throat was dry now, her legs beginning to tremble. She hoped she’d be able to get on to the bed soon.
‘Can’t hear you,’ he said sternly, with another warning tap to her behind.
‘Because I … I want …’
‘What do you want?’
‘Mmm.’ He had found her clit and was making sure she knew it.
‘Look at me, Jenna.’
Her eyes had half-closed and she was looking far away from him, into a dream where only the sensation between her thighs was real.
His sharp order brought her back. She always found it difficult to look at him when he was touching her so intimately, and she kept her eyelids low as she found his dark gaze amidst the blur.
‘Look at me properly,’ he said, and he gave her clit a light pinch.
It was enough to make her flinch and open her eyes wide.
‘That’s better,’ he said. ‘I like you to look right into my eyes when I’m doing these things to you. I don’t want you to forget who’s doing them. Is that understood?’
‘Yes, sir,’ she said softly, the words coming naturally now.
‘Now spread your legs a little bit wider and keep your eyes on me.’
She complied, moaning a little as he set his fingers to work in earnest, giving her swollen bud all the attention it could handle, and a little more.
‘How’s your bum?’ he asked with a wicked flash of his eyes, letting his free hand stroke her still-hot buttocks. ‘Still sore?’
‘A bit,’ she gasped, trying to keep her knees locked, worried that they might buckle at any moment.
He brushed his fingertips along the parting of her cheeks, making her gasp even more. What was he going to do?
She stumbled forwards slightly at the shock of it, pushing herself further on to his fingers.
‘You want me to do you harder?’ muttered Jason. ‘You’re wet enough. You can’t get enough, can you?’
She shook her head, a mute plea for mercy in her eyes.
He laughed and removed his hands.
‘OK, then. Get on the bed. On your front.’
What a relief to get off her feet. She climbed past him on to the duvet and spread herself gratefully into a starfish position, arms splayed out above her head. She knew that she might as well have her legs apart from the off, because he would only tell her to spread them if she didn’t.
She buried her face in the covers and tried to picture what he must be seeing. He was standing now, at the foot of the bed, looking down at her.