Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy (10 page)

For a moment, Jack stared at my naked
breasts, and I blushed, though I wasn't sure why. It was still hard
for me to believe that he had only been intimate with four other
women, but if it was true, then that would explain the look of
appreciative wonder on his face.

I gasped as Jack wrapped his arms around me
and hoisted me into the air, burying his face between my breasts
while he carried me to a black leather upholstered saw horse in one
corner of the room. Lost in the moment, I ran my hands through
Jack's hair, enjoying the feel of it between my fingers as I tilted
my head back, fully exposing myself to his torrent of lustful
kisses. He fondled my breasts roughly, teasing my nipples between
his fingertips while he took turns with them, sucking and
lapping.

“Oh, Jack,” I whispered, wanting so much
more.

To my disappointment, he pulled away then,
rushing to grab some padded manacles that hung from the ceiling. I
watched curiously as he came back to me, pulling them along. Jack
grasped my wrists one at a time and fastened them into the
cuffs.

“I'm going to raise you up,” he
explained.

“Alright.” I was too excited to object. While
learned BDSM from the school had been daunting, learning it from
Jack was somehow arousing. His lessons seemed purely hands-on.

“Come here.” He motioned for me to follow,
and I did, walking to the center of the room. “Stay,” Jack told me
before going to the wall to turn a crank which lifted both of my
arms into the air. It felt strange being held there, practically
hanging, at Jack's mercy.

He returned to worship my breasts some more,
giving them each attention. I loved the lusty look in his eyes as
he sucked on and teased my nipples. The warmth of his mouth coupled
with the gentle pressure of his teeth and the lavishing effect of
his tongue felt exquisite, sending wave after wave of pleasure to
my clit. My only complaint was that I couldn't touch him. I rather
enjoyed holding him against me while he ravaged my chest. It made
things feel somehow more intimate.

After a few moments, Jack stepped back,
breathless from his efforts. I grinned down at the tent in his
boxers, eager to see what I was marrying into. As if reading my
mind, Jack slid them over his hips, disrobing the rest of the way.
His eyes flitted up to mine, sensing that I was judging him, and I
gave him a warm smile, letting him know that I liked what I
saw.

“Are you comfortable?” Jack asked, suddenly
shy and uncertain.

“Very.” I tried not to seem too eager.

He stepped up to me again, hooking his hands
into the waistband of my panties to pull them down. I spread my
legs to make it easier for him, and the butterflies took flight in
my stomach with the realization that we were now both naked.

“I'm going to put restraints on your ankles
and hoist you into the air. If it's uncomfortable, let me know,” he
said, going to a cabinet in the corner of the room to take
something out from one of the drawers.

The item didn't look like a restraint at all,
and it wasn't until he came back to me that I realized what it was,
some kind of thick leather half corset that left my breasts
exposed. Jack fastened it around my waist, tugging on two handles
that were stitched into the sides to make sure that it was
secure.

“What's this?” I asked, thinking about how
strange it looked.

“You'll see.” He grinned at me before hooking
two more chains into the handles and then going back to the cabinet
for the leather ankle restraints.

Once I was fully restrained, Jack turned a
crank on the wall, and my breath hitched as my feet lifted off the
ground. I tried not to make a sound as he maneuvered several
different levers and cranks until I was laying on my back in midair
with my legs spread, my head slightly elevated above the rest of my
body so that I could see what he was doing.

With a hungry look in his eyes, Jack came
back to me, pressing his hands between my thighs and burying his
face into my sex. I groaned as his tongue penetrated my hole and
then lapped up to my clit, pausing there to make tight circles that
about drove me crazy. It felt strangely embarrassing to have
someone's face near my most intimate parts, but at the same time, I
was too lost in the pleasure of it to care. Jack was relentless,
seeming to know exactly when to lick and suck to drive me to my
breaking point and when to pull away to give me a chance to
breathe. Finally, he dove in for the kill, massaging my clit with
his tongue until my entire body exploded into unexpected bliss.

“Did that feel good?” Jack asked, pulling
away breathlessly.

“Do you even need to ask?” I teased. Surely,
he felt what was going on down below. How could he not, when the
contractions caused my whole body to tremble?

“Mm, you taste good.” Jack straightened
himself and gripping the corset by the handles to pull me closer
between his legs.

One of his fingers searched for my opening
and pressed inside, and my body jolted from the sudden shock of it.
Jack's fingers were surprisingly thick, and I could feel them
stretching me, causing modest discomfort with a hint of pain.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked.

“I don't like condoms,” he replied, keeping
eye contact.

“I'm not on birth control,” I warned.

“I'll pull out.”

I didn't trust the idea. “What if I get
pregnant?”

“I want to have children with you. You're
going to be my wife.” He smiled at me, and it was the first time I
felt genuine affection from him. Although I didn't plan on getting
pregnant any time soon, Jack's words melted the cold barrier that I
had put up around my heart for him.

“I'm happy,” I said, trying not to get too
sentimental.

“I'm glad.”

He probed the finger back and forth as gentle
as he could, all the while keeping my gaze. I had never realized
before how beautiful Jack's eyes were. Pale blue with small flecks
of gold. So unusual.

“Try to relax,” he told me as he pulled his
finger out. “This is going to hurt a little.”

It felt like the understatement of the year
when his glans pushed against my opening, and my whole body
stiffened at the tearing pain as he forced his way inside. Once he
had fully penetrated me, Jack stood still, watching my expression
and waiting for my body to adjust.

“Are you alright?” he asked with a look of
concern.

“Yeah. It just stings a little,” I
breathed.

Slowly, Jack began rocking back and forth. It
took a little while, but the pain eventually eased up, giving way
to strange new pleasures that my body had never experienced before.
I loved the look in Jack's eyes as he fucked me, as if he was
totally consumed and could think of nothing else but being with me
in that moment.

It wasn't long before Jack was spent, and he
pulled out to let loose on my stomach. I watched the thin stream of
milky liquid spurt from his tip, landing evenly on my skin and the
corset. I did my best to focus on his eyes, enjoying the look of
relief and utter pleasure in them. When he was done, Jack went to
the cabinet for a towel to clean me off with before turning the
cranks to lower me to the ground.

“How was it?” he asked as he unfastened my
restraints.

“It was good.” I grinned, suddenly obsessed
with watching every move that he made. His back glistened with a
fine sheen of sweat as he knelt to release my ankles, and when he
stood again, I could see traces of my blood on his cock. “How was
it for you?”

“It was excellent.”

“Do you want to take a shower together?”

“I would love to.” A large smile creased the
corners of Jack's lips at the suggestion, and I think in that
moment, we both knew that everything would be alright.

In the shower, we spent more time kissing
than we actually did getting clean. It was nice to know that Jack
still wanted to be affectionate when all the fireworks of having
sex had died down. After we were toweled off and dressed, he walked
me out to the car.

“It really sucks that I can't stay here,” I
commented, gazing up at the moon.

“We'll have our whole lifetimes to sleep
together soon,” he said with a sigh, and I couldn't tell if he was
happy or sad.

The drive back to Jack's parents' house was
quiet, as normal, though this time my mind was busy replaying the
night of passion we had instead of worrying about something that
was going wrong. It was a very welcome change.

“Goodnight,” he whispered to me on the
doorstep, leaning in for a kiss on the side of my mouth. I smirked
at the fact that he bothered to give me a chaste kiss after all we
had just done together.

That night, I slept like a rock. It was the
first solid sleep I had gotten in New York. If sex was a good sleep
aid, then maybe we should have it more often, I grinned deviously
to myself.

Before heading out the door to meet with
Jack's mother about wedding arrangements, I checked my cell phone.
There were two missed calls from Liam and a text message. My heart
sunk at the mere thought of his name, and all the happiness I felt
faded away with thoughts that I had somehow betrayed him.

Thankfully, Liam's text wasn't too invasive,
simply asking if I was alright. I responded that everything was
fine, and resolved to try to forget about him for now. The worst
thing I could do was get my emotions all jumbled up again when I
was just starting to get warmed up to Jack—very warmed up. The
stupid grin returned.

I was on cloud nine for most of the day,
nodding and grinning to whatever his mother had to say. I stopped
caring about the wedding a while back. The only thing I looked
forward to now was enjoying a lot more sex with Jack. What had he
done to me?

At night, I anxiously waited for him to pick
me up for dinner. We were past the wining and dining phase, but I
still allowed him to take me out and show me off. It was an
expensive meal at Per Se, and then back to Jack's mansion for our
extra-curricular activities.

“It's time to live up to your part of the
bargain,” I told him as he led me towards the dungeon.

“What do you mean?”

“You agreed to tell why you have a BDSM
fetish.”

Jack's body stiffened, and he stopped dead in
his tracks. “Let me get you tied down first, and then I'll tell
you.” He continued walking.

“Is it so bad that you think I'll run off
once you tell me?” I teased.

“No, it's just going to take me that long
until I figure out how to word it.”

I decided to let Jack have his way. Tonight,
he preferred me naked and restrained to the queen-size bed. It was
a lot more comfortable than being hoisted into the air. The leather
from the corset had left marks in my skin. While it wasn't
pleasant, I hadn't bothered complaining. At the time, my mind was
too consumed with other things.

“Now, tell me,” I said, looking up at him as
he knelt next to the bed.

Jack avoided my eyes, staring down at the
burgundy comforter. “It's kind of embarrassing.”

“I promise I won't laugh.”

“I didn't really expect you to.”

I could tell that he wanted me to remain
quiet, and so I did while he told his story.

“The first girl I was with, she was really
kinky.” Jack smiled at the memory. “A lot more experienced than I
was. She taught me everything I know about BDSM. How to be a good
dominant. Sex with her was absolutely amazing. But then she moved.
And the next girl I hooked up with wanted a soft loving
relationship. So, I gave it to her. I pretty much let her lead,
while I followed. When we broke up, she told everyone at school
that I was a bad lay. She even posted it on Facebook. After that, I
decided that I would only sleep with submissive women." His eyes
darkened. “Submissive girls don't talk about what happens behind
closed doors.”

“It sounds like your second girlfriend was
just a petty bitch,” I commented, not seeing the logic in his
thinking.

“Maybe she was.” He shrugged. “I just know
that she scarred me for life.”

Men are so prideful when it comes to such
silly things, I thought to myself. I couldn't believe that was his
big secret. While I was happy it wasn't something more serious, I
was a bit frustrated that it had taken Jack this long to tell me
something so simple.

“Well, I have nothing to base your
performance off of, so you shouldn't have had anything to worry
about to begin with,” I told him.

“I suppose not. I was honestly relieved when
you told me that you were a virgin, but a bit nervous at the same
time. I've never been someone's first,” he admitted.

“Well, now you have, and you'll also be my
always and only.” I gave Jack a serious look, trying to drag him
back into the moment.

“I know,” he smiled warmly. “And I love you
already.”

My heart swooned as Jack bent down to kiss
me. There was an electricity between us that hadn't been there
before, and I found myself falling for him.

“Now,” he leaned back, “I agreed to teach you
about BDSM, and so I shall.”

“I'm sure you'll be an amazing teacher.” I
couldn't help but grin at his obvious uncertainty. This was going
to be fun. Much more fun than the BDSM school could have ever hoped
to be.

“First, you will call me master when we're in
here. Second, you'll do exactly what I say when I say it. Third,
you will not speak unless spoken to.”

“Do I get safety words?”

Jack flicked one of my nipples, and I jerked
from the shock of it. “I did not say you could speak.” Now, he was
getting more serious. “Yes. I'm not sure if they went over it with
you at the school, but the safety words are red and yellow. Red
means that you want to stop. Yellow means that you want me to slow
down or decrease the intensity. I'm not into gagging. I like my
submissives to be vocal, so you shouldn't have the need for hand
signals. I figured, to keep things interesting, each time we're
together, I'll introduce you to something different. So, kind of
like a new lesson every day. Do you like the sound of that?”