Chapter Seven #2
We stayed like that, pressed together, collapsed on the table, until we'd both gotten our breath back.
Then, before I could think about what might be next, Jacob was moving, sliding out of my sore pussy and walking away with a firm, "Don't move," tossed over his shoulder.
Good. Because I wasn't sure I could move. At least, not yet. I drifted, eyes half-open, every muscle in my body relaxed. Not only had I never had sex like that before, but I'd never even imagined sex like that.
My every secret masturbatory fantasy seemed pale and dull beside what Jacob had just done to me. I wasn't doing this, being Jacob's pet, for the orgasms.
I knew our arrangement wasn't about me. The only way I would get to come like that was if it did something for Jacob. But as long as I got that every once in a while, I was going to be more than okay with the situation.
He was back before I'd really gotten my head in gear, carrying something in his hand. I tried to sit up, but he pushed me down with a firm hand, moving between my still-open legs. Warm, gentle heat on my tender parts.
He was cleaning me, sliding the washcloth up my inner thighs and along my pussy. In the back of my mind, I was embarrassed.
I'd gotten so wet, I'd leaked down my legs. I didn't even know my body could do that. I was naked, sprawled on his dining room table, and Jacob stood between my legs, fully dressed.
When he was done, he set the washcloth off to the side and carefully helped me off the table. I was unsteady on my feet, my head still stuck in the clouds. As soon as I had my balance, he stepped away.
Suddenly, the whole scene was surreal. I was stark naked, and he was fully clothed, his suit and tie straightened with precision.
Only minutes before, my uncertainty and embarrassment had been held at bay by need and pleasure and want. Now, it all came flooding back, and I stared at the carpet beneath my bare feet, unable to meet Jacob's eyes.
"I have work to do," he said. "You can take those things back to your room with you." He gestured at the bags on the other end of the table. "I won't see you in the morning. I leave early. I have meetings all day. Plan dinner for seven."
I nodded, not sure how to respond to his suddenly brisk and businesslike tone.
"Sleep well." And with that, he was gone. I stood where I was, frozen, wishing desperately for clothes. Where had I left my robe?
The living room. In front of the TV. Where Jacob had spanked me. Somewhere down the hall, a door closed. Jacob was in his office. The coast was clear.
I scuttled to the living room, snatched up the white robe, and slipped it on, pulling the belt a fraction too tightly. It was a flimsy defense, but I felt immeasurably better, less vulnerable, than I had when I was naked.
Re-entering the dining room, I scanned the table. Our wine glasses sat, half-full, on either side of the box of cake. Remembering what Jacob had done with that cake sent a flush through my body.
Thoughts and emotions tumbled in my head. Smug satisfaction warred with shame and anxiety. Could I really do this? Reduce my entire life to being nothing more than a sexual pet?
I remembered my epiphany in Jacob's office. All I had was right now. And right now, I was safe, my mother was protected, and I'd just had the most intense, amazing sexual experience of my life.
I wasn't going to worry. I was going to live in the moment.
And in this moment, I had wine, decadent chocolate cake, and shopping bags to explore. So much better than the way I'd started my day, running through the predawn woods, cold and terrified.
I carried Jacob's wine glass and the cake into the kitchen. Cutting myself a generous slice of the cake, I returned the white box to the refrigerator and rinsed Jacob's wine glass.
Then, balancing my plate of cake and my wine glass in one hand, I scooped up the handles of the shopping bags on the table and carried my booty to my new room.
I ate the cake and finished my wine while sorting through the selection of clothes that Jacob, or probably his assistant, had purchased for me.
The sizes were close enough, and everything was casual rather than tailored, so I could make them work, at least, for now. Casual they might have been, but they were also luxurious and expensive.
A luscious, slouchy cashmere cardigan in a soft violet with a matching camisole and stretchy lounging pants. Another matching camisole/pant set with a pullover hoodie in feather-light pink merino wool with a pocket in the front.
Cute, comfortable, and I knew, expensive. There were a few more outfits like that, two long silk nightgowns, one ivory and one black, along with some necessities.
Panties but no bras, basic toiletries, and a few essentials like eyeliner & mascara.
Thinking ahead, and aware I couldn't go back to Big John's, I'd chucked a few things into my purse when I fled my home that morning.
I'll admit to a certain degree of vanity when I say that my makeup bag was one of the things I'd taken with me.
I'd had no idea where I was going to end up, but wherever it was, I'd had no intention of looking washed out and tired when I got there.
Buzzing a little from the wine and exhausted from my dinner with Jacob, as well as all the sleepless nights in the past few months, I put my new clothes away in the walk-in closet, pulled on the ivory silk nightgown, and fell into bed without washing my face and brushing my teeth.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I drifted into a dreamless sleep feeling safe and protected.