Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
Paula woke early Saturday morning and lay on her back for a few moments, taking stock of her body.
Her breasts still felt swollen, and the soft comforter rubbed against her full globes, reminding her of Jackson’s big hands squeezing and fondling them.
Her pussy ached from the many orgasms she’d had the night before.
After he had brought her to climax over and over with his mouth, she had lost count of the number of times she’d come.
When she was limp as a noodle and whimpering with every lash of his tongue over her sensitive clit, he’d sheathed himself in a condom and taken her roughly on the table.
After that, he’d bathed her then washed and dried her hair before putting her to bed and pulling her into his arms.
Paula propped herself up on her elbows and looked him over in the dim morning light. He was always handsome, but relaxed in sleep he took her breath away. With his light hair, his beard stubble was barely visible, but still sexy.
Paula lifted the covers. His strong, muscular body was stretched out and relaxed, except—her gaze zeroed in on his impressive morning wood. She licked her lips and grinned.
Payback time!
Paula wriggled under the covers and parted her lips around his erection.
She lowered her mouth over his dick and used suction on her way back up.
Jackson groaned, and she smiled around a mouthful of cock.
Paula wrapped her left hand around the base of his shaft and used her right to fondle his balls in time with the bobbing of her head.
Big hands fisted her hair, and she liked the erotic pull on the roots.
“I should punish you for touching your Master without permission”—his voice was gravelly with sleep—“but your mouth on me feels too good.” His last word ended on another groan, and he bucked his hips.
Paula fought her gag reflex and used the extra saliva to slide up and down.
“Oh, Melda. You feel so, so good. That’s it, suck me.”
She liked how verbal he was. She kept going at his cock while he murmured endearments and groaned encouragement. He tasted clean and salty, and his personal scent was more intense here than anywhere else on his body. She could go on for hours, but Jackson tugged her hair more forcefully.
The muscles in his upper legs tensed, and he groaned. “If you aren’t comfortable swallowing, you have to stop.”
Paula nodded before letting his dick go with a pop. She met his beautiful blue gaze as he held himself propped up on his elbows. “Yes, Sir. Let me swallow all you have to offer.”
She engulfed his pulsing member while maintaining eye contact. Jackson struggled visibly then plopped down on his pillow, fisting the sheets.
Paula sped up her movement and was rewarded with a jerk of his penis and a jet of come on her tongue.
She gentled her suction and timed the bobbing of her head with his ejaculations until he lay spent with his legs limp. She stroked his legs and belly, while she licked his entire shaft clean of semen and saliva. Paula smiled at the small aftershocks his cock made under her ministrations.
Who’s in charge now?
All too soon, Jackson placed his hands under her arms and pulled her up his body claiming her mouth with his in a slow, good morning kiss.
He grinned at her. “That’s a great way to start the day, Melda. As a Master, I could consider it topping from the bottom, but I prefer this over an alarm any time. Feel free to wake me up every morning like this.”
He sobered. “However, I haven’t forgotten your punishment for yesterday’s infractions.”
Why hadn’t she remembered the impact toys?
Paula frowned. “Actually, I don’t know if I deserve punishment.” She tapped her bottom lip. “Or at least half the punishment.”
“How so?” His lips twisted as he visibly tried to suppress a smile.
“Well, you called me on breaking rules One and Two, but actually I never stood a chance of not breaking the clothes rule.”
He smiled and cocked his head. “Continue.”
“When I arrived at your home, I was wearing clothes, obviously. Since you only had on your jeans, I was bound to be overdressed.”
His smile widened. “True, and I’m impressed you caught on to that. I wanted to push your limits this weekend, and I did set it up deliberately.”
“You evil bastard.” She softened her words with a smile.
“The correct address would be ‘You evil bastard, Sir,’ you insolent sub.” He tapped her nose, his expression playful.
The corners of her mouth tipped up. “Sir, you’re an evil bastard.”
His fingers found the sensitive spots at her sides, and he tickled her until they were both out of breath, laughing like children.
After they lay for a bit to recover, Jackson said, “Let’s make it funishment then, shall we?”
Paula hesitated for only a moment before getting up from the bed. “Yes, Sir.”
Together, they went to the kitchen, where Paula went to kneel on her cushion without hesitation. “Good girl.” He complimented her, and she smiled.
“Let me feed you first before I beat you.”
Paula still couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that she was going to let him hit her after breakfast, but she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Jackson’s shadow fell over her, and he lifted her chin. “If you don’t like it, use your safeword, Melda. It’s not a must for me, I’m not a sadist, but I do like how impact play can heighten your senses.”
She stared up into sincere eyes, his beautiful face so honest it brought tears to her own.
“Can we do it now, Sir, and eat later?” she pleaded. “I think I want it over with.”
He studied her face for a moment. “I see how you would keep worrying until it’s done.” He nodded. “All right, Melda. Go stand against that wall, hands just beside your head.”
Paula rose and went to do his bidding.
“Spread your feet a bit more for balance and arch your back. Push your butt out.” He came closer and fondled her buttocks and then her breasts.
He lingered over her nipples, rolling them into stiff peaks, pulling them away from her body.
She liked it when he touched her nipples and loved it when he was a bit rough on them.
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “My Melda likes a little bit of pain. One day, I’m going to clamp these beauties.” He pinched her nipples cruelly, before letting her go. “Can you hold still?”
Paula nodded, and her muscles tensed instinctively when something soft but heavy landed on her right shoulder. She curled her hands into fists, halfway to reacting before she caught herself. Jackson stepped aside and showed her the suede flogger. That hadn’t been too bad.
Jackson moved out of her line of sight and started to work her back with the flogger.
It felt like a massage, and Paula relaxed into the rhythm.
He paused and ground his hard, warm and naked body against hers.
The evidence of his arousal pressed between her buttocks, and on instinct she arched her back and pushed against his erection.
He snuck his hand around her front and petted her vagina. Fuck, she was soaking wet.
“I guess you do like the flogger.” His voice was hoarse.
“Yes, Sir, I do,” she admitted.
“I won’t try the paddle today, but I want you to experience the other flogger.”
Paula grinned. She wasn’t afraid of that furry thing and expected it to tickle more than anything.
Jackson started to work on her with the fur flogger that was disappointing and somewhat boring. She wiggled her ass.
“Ah, I see you need more,” he teased. Would he return to the suede one?
Two very hard swats landed on her buttocks—one right, one left—and had her gasping for air. “What the hell was that?” she yelled, losing her stance.
She turned to a grinning Jackson, and he showed her the fur flogger.
“That was that flogger? How is that possible?”
Jackson peeled away some of the fur to reveal braided leather strips on the inside of the soft outer strands.
Paula stared at it with open mouth. How could she have missed that?
“Things aren’t always what they seem.”
“You’re right about that, Sir.” Paula rubbed her sore butt with one hand while taking in the Jackson’s wicked smile. “You’re enjoying this,” she accused, and his grin widened. “Are you sure you’re not a sadist?”
“No, Melda, I’m not, but I like to keep you on your toes. For impact play, this is about as much as I like to dish out and mostly as punishment.”
“I thought I wasn’t being punished.”
“Well.” Jackson stepped closer to her and fondled her buttocks where pain morphed into heat. “You did forget to kiss me in greeting, so some form of punishment seemed fitting.”
Whatever answer she had to that, he kissed right off her lips.