“Of course.” Jane typed Jacob a quick reply before following Mary out the store.
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Jane:I miss you, too.
Jacob didn’t know why he kept rereading those four words over and over again even though Jane had sent that message hours ago. Their actions reminded him of two awkward teenagers who’d never dated before. In a sense, it was true. For the first time, he was finally seeing the woman under the sub. No. That wasn’t exactly right. He had always known Jane had layers. Before, he always respected the boundaries, the rules they agreed upon when they started this arrangement.
Jacob wanted to break them. He returned to his apartment close to midnight, exhausted. He’d been on his feet since 4:00 AM and he’d just cooked for a private dinner party. He wondered what Jane was doing at this time. She always worked late nights, he remembered. She was a stickler for details, always pouring all her attention and talent into her work. She didn’t even let her assistants help.
Jacob stripped out of his clothes and entered the shower. He set his phone down and shoved his head under the icy water. It did little to ease the ache in his cock. Shutting his eyes, he closed his fingers over his shaft and began to stroke himself. He rested his other hand on the wall for support as he imagined it was her small fingers touching him, her sweet lips wrapped around them.
She gave the best blowjobs.
Jacob groaned, thinking of her tight and wet pussy now, the rise and fall of her chest, the light catching her nipple rings as he pounded her against the floor, the mattress, the kitchen counter like a brute. Places he’d never taken her before. They always had sex in the playroom. He’d only fuck her right after leaving marks on her tempting body with his favorite instruments. Things would change.
He expelled a breath, coating the tiled walls with his cum.
“Fuck.” Jacob rested his forehead against the wall. For a few seconds, he stood there, visualizing Jane in the shower with him, smiling up at him shyly while glancing at his rising cock.
He suddenly missed her presence in his home and longed to hold her in her arms. Jacob could make her a permanent captive if he chose. Tie her up like a prisoner and forbid her from ever leaving him again. He thought of the spare key he’d made for her over the weekend. The key innocently sitting inside one of his drawers. An impulsive decision.
He must be going crazy with want. He toweled off and headed straight to bed as he had an early morning. He always looked forward to his early-morning trips to the wet market at the docks to get his first pick of seafood. The kitchen was always hectic, so the blast of fresh sea air felt good. Jacob loved to lose himself in the hustle and bustle of the market.
Right now, it felt like Jane and he lived in two completely different planets, but he had an idea on how to eliminate the distance between them, or at the very least, give her an insight into his world. He picked up his phone, feeling reckless. Jacob texted her for the second time that day, another anomaly. They didn’t send messages to each other often. Before last Friday, Jacob only contacted her if he had a special request for their session.
Jacob:Are you still awake?
Jane responded less than a minute later.
Jane:Yes. Trying to come up with a new design.
Jacob:I won’t bother you if you’re busy.
Jane:I always have time for you, Master.
Jacob glanced at the empty space in his lonely bed. He saw the phantom and naked image of Jane, lying on her stomach in her bed, her eyelids drooping as she tried to shake off sleep. Her tempting body would be marked with fresh welts, his personal marks. Longing speared right through him like a sharp blade, gutting him open.
Jacob:Calling you now.
It took her longer to answer. Jacob thought she wouldn’t pick up, that something came up or she was busy, but she eventually did.
“Hi,” she said, sounding breathless.
“Did something happen?” he asked, curious.
“My phone fell under the bed. It took me some time to retrieve it. There were definitely a lot of dust bunnies under there.”
The image made him smile. Jacob wondered what she wore to bed. A nightshirt? Pajamas? Sexy satin nightwear? If she became a permanent addition in his bed, he wanted her to wear absolutely nothing, so he’d always have full access to his property.
“So, what’s up?” she asked. The words sounded awkward, coming from her.
“What’s up?” he repeated, amused.
“Um. Well. This is the first time you called me on my cell. I wasn’t sure what else to say.”
“I have new instructions for you.”
“Yes?” She sounded interested now, less apprehensive.