8 - His Home Gym #3
Jason smiled. “I can only ever be as good as the person I’m training. Everything you’ve accomplished is all you. You should be proud of yourself,” he said.
I blushed and thanked him for the kind words.
I looked around at the house. Something had been on my mind.
Here was this incredible man, but I hadn’t seen any sign of another person visiting the house.
I couldn’t imagine that he was single, and while it was rude to ask, I felt that we had spent enough time with each other for me to be able to ask the question without making it awkward.
“Jason … I hope you don’t mind me asking this, but do you have a girlfriend?”
Jason smirked. “No.”
“You don’t?” I arched my eyebrows. “I find that surprising.”
“Thank you for saying so, but I don’t really want a relationship.”
“I suppose I can’t blame you. More often than not, they end up being more trouble than they’re worth.”
“Was your marriage that bad?”
I snorted. “It’s hard for me to even call it a marriage.”
“He must have been a piece of work.”
“I suppose I can’t blame him entirely. I mean, I was the one who chose to be with him.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Because I loved him. Well, I thought I did. It was a different time back then. It wasn’t so acceptable for people to be by themselves, and certainly not women.
You graduated high school, and then the race was on to become a wife and a mother.
Every other girl my age was in the same race.
We all knew it, and it didn’t matter that it was unfair because it was just the way things were.
None of us wanted to be left behind, and there wasn’t anyone to tell us that there was another way.
Lee was … well … he was nice enough, I suppose.
He had a good job, and he liked taking me out.
He wasn’t the best when we were alone, and I suppose, had I been with him now, there would have been more warning signs.
“Whenever I shared my concerns with other people, they brushed them off and said that all men were like that, or that he would calm down once we were married. He never did, though. It always seemed like marriage was an inconvenience to him, as though I was just getting in the way of his real life. I don’t know when he started resenting me, but this distance began to grow between us.
Again, people kept telling me that it was just how marriage went, so I put up with it.
Then I found out that he was seeing a woman in her twenties.
Even then, people said I should be patient and let him get it out of his system, but I couldn’t do that. ”
“Good for you,” Jason said, giving me an approving nod.
“Thank you. It’s been a long journey to get my confidence back, and you have been a wonder in that regard. I really am grateful to you, Jason. I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten until I came here.”
“Well, I’m just happy to do my duty, and I’m sure you’ll find someone else soon enough.”
“Thank you, but I’m not sure that’s going to happen.”
“Why not? You’re fun, intelligent, determined, you’re willing to push yourself to your limits and put yourself through pain to make yourself stronger, and you’re gorgeous.”
I blushed and caught his gaze. I thought he must be lying, but he seemed genuine.
“You should be reserving your compliments for young women,” I said, trying to make a joke of it, because I wasn’t sure if this was really happening or if it was all in my head.
Jason wore a wry smile. “As I said, I’m not interested in a normal relationship. I find them to be too weighed down by expectation. I prefer something where people are more … liberated and adventurous.”
My throat tightened as I held his gaze before averting my eyes.
His presence filled the air and seemed to put weight upon me, and I could feel myself wilting.
My heart beat quickened, and the thought that had been nagging in the back of my mind came to the fore again.
This thought about the private training.
Jenny had mentioned it and implied that it would change my life.
I hadn’t had the courage to ask him about it, fearing that it might be too intense for me, but now I wondered if it had something to do with this liberation.
With a shaking voice, I ended up asking him about his private training. He smiled.
“I thought you were never going to ask. Come with me,” he said, walking toward the stairwell that led down to the basement.
***
I had been spending enough time with Jason to trust him. I had felt him support me when I was stretching, and he was always careful never to push me past my limits. Even so, I still felt a wave of nerves rush through me as we descended.
He pulled out a key from his pocket then unlocked the door.
It opened to a large room. He flicked on the lights, which were low and dim.
There was a bed in the middle of the room, with attachments to the headboard and large posts at the end, again with other fastenings.
There were masks and whips hanging on the walls.
On the other side of the room was a glass case with sex toys.
My eyes widened at the sight. I had never seen them in real before. Lee and I had never been adventurous.
“What is this place?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
Jason turned and took hold of my elbow, gently pulling me in. “This is where I come to be alone with people. This is where I can indulge in my fantasies and show people who I really am. I only bring a select few down here. It’s a place where I can be myself.”
“And who is that?”
He smirked again. “Well, you can just call me Master,” he said.
His tone shifted then. In fact, his entire body shifted.
He became more imposing, more intimidating, and the air seemed to shimmer around him.
My head dipped, and I could feel myself responding instinctively to his power.
It was then that I realized he had been in control from the very first moment, and he was in control now.
He paced around the room as he spoke, while I remained rooted to the spot.
“It came to my attention a long time ago that a lot of people in this world are neglected and never really get a chance to find themselves. Take you, for example—lost in a marriage you never truly wanted, forced to be loyal to a man who did not appreciate you or help you explore your desires. At the first opportunity, he jumped out to live a fantasy with a younger woman, while you are left to nurse the wounds. I don’t think that’s fair.
I think you have plenty more to offer than that, and I would like to help you find it.
I think you have a lot to offer a man, Holly, and I can help you find it. ”
I gulped. “What do I have to do?”
He smirked. “Whatever I say.” He then walked up to me and began unbuttoning my cotton dress. He whispered in my ear, telling me that if I felt uncomfortable, all I had to do was say stop and he would stop.
The dress spilled away and fell around my feet in a puddle. He ran the tips of his fingers over my bare skin, and I felt a thrill. He unclasped my bra and pulled it away.
“All this time, I’ve been thinking that you would look good in your rightful place. Do you know where that is?”
“I don’t … Master,” I said meekly.
He stood before me. “On your knees before me, with your hands in your lap and your mouth hanging open, ready to service me,” he said. His words punched the air.