Chapter 31 Turn Around #2
“Just getting you ready,” he said, then reached for the bag on the counter, taking out the jeweled butt plug he’d bought for me while I was delivering my keynote.
To think, this afternoon I’d been the respected therapist from New York speaking to a crowd of hundreds of colleagues about serious relationship matters and treatment modalities, and tonight I was Jack’s lover, cheeks spread, ready to receive a jeweled pleasure toy in my ass.
A Joy Delivered product, of course, the toy was silver, shaped like a rounded bullet with a sturdy base. On the base was a deep purple fake gem.
“I chose purple because it’s a sophisticated color for a sophisticated woman,” he said, holding up the toy in the mirror.
“Nothing says sophisticated like a jeweled butt plug,” I said in a playful voice, making him laugh.
But the laughing stopped from both of us as he removed his finger and slowly, carefully inserted the plug.
I tensed briefly as it stretched me. I’d had his fingers in me before, plenty of times, but this was larger and thicker.
I exhaled deeply as I adjusted to the size.
But then, I needed to get used to it. This toy was tiny compared to him, and I fully intended to have him there later tonight.
“How does it feel?”
“Weird. But good,” I said, and he spun me around and dropped to the floor once more, kissing the tops of my feet, then my shins, and up to my knees.
He looked up at me, and his eyes blazed darkly with so much heat, so much passion, and so much unbridled lust as he worked his way up the front of my legs, kissing and licking my skin, then my inner thighs.
I was hot and wet already, and he lapped up the wetness slipping down my legs.
“How am I going to make it through going out for drinks?” I asked as he flicked his tongue once against my throbbing center, then stood up. There would be time for dinner later—after.
“The same way I am. Aroused. Stay right here,” he told me, and returned to the bedroom, then was back in seconds with the dress and underwear I’d laid out for myself on the bed.
The dress was simple, a red, jersey cotton number that fit softly and well.
He handed me the white lace panties, and I stepped into them as he gently lowered the dress over my head, letting it fall down to my knees.
“No bra for me?” I asked, quirking up an eyebrow.
“Don’t wear one tonight,” he said, smoothing out the dress, then reaching his hands up to cup my bottom through my panties. “But you have to wear panties as much as I’d prefer you naked under the dress,” he said, and tapped the jewel.
I gasped from the slightest movement in my rear. “It feels so good,” I whispered, like I was telling him a decadent secret.
“All I can think about, Michelle. All I can think about is you, and your perfect ass, and how much I want you.”
I eyed his towel, and the way his hard cock was tenting it.
That was my power. The effect I had on him.
I wanted some power back. After too many emotions had rattled free from my heart, I needed to take.
I tugged the towel off him, and his dick saluted me.
He was at attention, and a drop glistened on the tip.
Using my thumb, I spread that liquid on the head, watching his eyes turn hazy, his breath ragged.
“Can I fuck you with my hand before dinner?” I asked, talking to him as he’d often spoken to me. Controlling. Confident.
“You naughty woman,” he said with narrowed eyes, and I took that as a yes.
I was fully dressed, he was completely naked, and I was thoroughly in charge of his pleasure.
This beautiful, controlling man was mine to touch and to tease.
I reached behind me to the counter, squirted some lube into my hands, and proceeded to stroke his gorgeous cock.
I needed this. I desperately needed this right now.
Slowly at first, like it was a luxury, and I wanted to savor every second. “Don’t come,” I told him sharply.
He shook his head. “I won’t,” he muttered on an upstroke that had him trying to rock faster into my hand.
“Jack,” I warned, thrilling at giving him an order. “I can’t have you coming too soon. You need to hold back.”
Nodding, his mouth fell open, his breathing intensifying as I upped my pace. He moaned and grunted, and his sexy, masculine sounds of impending pleasure ignited my insides. I used both hands, one to grip his glorious cock that slid in and out of my tight fist, the other to play with his balls.
“You want to come so badly, don’t you?” I asked.
A spark raced through my body and lit up my mind as I turned the tables on him.
This role reversal did wonders for my insides, physically and emotionally.
It let me retrieve those dangerous words, and wind them back up inside, as if the moment from last night had been rewound.
As if the messy threat of emotions and feelings and falling too far could be stuffed neatly back into a closed drawer.
It could. Surely, it could, as I used our physical connection to return us to the world we inhabited—thirty nights of pleasure. The end was in sight.
“Yes.”
“Tell me you can wait,” I said.
“I can wait,” he choked out, as if it pained him.
“I’ll get you there. But you have to do it my way,” I said. He completely gave himself over to me, his eyes pinned on me as he rocked into my hand.
I tugged on his balls, teasing and pulling in just the way he liked, and jacked him harder and rougher.
His eyes went glassy; his chest rose and fell quickly.
He thickened even more in my grasp. His entire shaft was throbbing against my hand that raced up and down his long, hard length.
Watching the expression on his face shift from pleasure to intense concentration, I knew he was reaching the edge.
I wanted to send him off in a flurry of white-hot sparks.
“I need you to come now,” I said, my voice a command.
He groaned, a primal sound, and I moved my other hand under his balls, rubbing that spot that drove him even crazier, then pressing the tip of my finger against his ass. Not entering, but teasing, hinting.
That was all it took.
He scrunched up his brows, thrust harder and groaned loudly as he came all over my hand.
There was something about this moment that was completely necessary for my sanity. Without it, I wasn’t sure if I could go on with him. But I’d taken back some of the control I’d lost last night.