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She wanted to disobey him because she wanted so urgently to be punished. She had another surprise for Jack and she knew he’d like this one as much as all the others. Sandrine wanted to push the envelope even further. She wanted to know pain. She was curious as to whether it would increase the pleasure.

It would be up to Jack to decide how to inflict that pain. It was an aspect that terrified her. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Jack and she thought he’d hurt her, either intentionally or by accident. He had proved himself in so many ways that it was beyond doubt that he wouldn’t do anything that would be detrimental to her health.

But he likes this stuff
, she thought, looking around the room. The hanging rack, sling, restraints, suspension equipment, floggers, riding crops, vibrators and other toys, there was so much. Too much.
He must like this stuff. It couldn’t just have been for someone else. He must have enjoyed it as well.

I don’t think he’s telling me everything. He likes to be controlling, dominating, during sex. I think he likes to be rough, even a little violent.

A soft, knowing smile painted her lips and she flushed a little in embarrassment. The last time she’d been this room, Jack had harnessed her to a padded bench, left her unable to move. She was completely vulnerable to the full force of his excitement as he fucked her so viciously. That moment had revealed far more about his attitude towards sex than anything he’d said thus far. He’d almost gone crazy with lust that night. His cock was so much bigger and his orgasm so intense she wondered how she’d survived.

It was way beyond time to delve deeper into his sexuality.
See what really makes him tick.
When she thought about what he may be capable of, she was scared, of course, but that triggered its own delicious after-effects. It was something lingering at the edges of her perception, a physical reaction and she recognised it as desire.

What do I want? A beating? Does that make me sick too?

The thought of a spanking excited her, his strong forceful hand coming down hard on her naked buttocks, stinging, leaving red welts, the sound echoing through the room. It was difficult to decide whether she should be across his lap or if she preferred being restrained on a nearby piece of fetish furniture.

A riding crop came to mind and the thought of it flashing down, the leather tongue biting into the sensitive pale flesh of her buttock made her squirm in anticipation. Hand or riding crop? Hard to decide on just one.
Maybe I should try both.

Hurry up, Jack. I need this more than you can know.

She continued to kneel on the floor, back so very straight, leg muscles and knees sore from being in the one position for so long, but anticipation and desire hardening her resolve. Her line of sight took in the entire room but her gaze kept wandering to the black leather cabinet. For some time she watched it, dwelling on the contents, until she could no longer stand the distraction.

Sandrine stood and wandered over to it, opened the doors wide. She pulled out one drawer, regarded its contents with heightened interest, closed it and opened another. Casting the occasional nervous glance towards the door, as she didn’t want Jack to find her there, she was almost crazy with desire. In one drawer were dildos and vibrators of every shape and size. Some sleek and futuristic, others crafted in exact replicas of a circumcised human penis down to such detail as veins. The materials ranged from chrome to plastic to rubber.

There was one in particular that reminded Sandrine of Jack’s cock. It was heavy and she hefted it in her hand, running her fingers along the ridges and folds to the tip. At the base, at the opposite end from the bulbous head that looked so much like a small helmet, the switch jerked it to life with a mild buzzing sound.

As it pulsed in her hand, she knew what she wanted to do but wondered if she had time. Jack would be very displeased, she decided. The perfect excuse. She rubbed the head between her legs. There was no surprise just how saturated she was but was delighted when it easily slipped inside her.

The feeling of being so full, pressing almost its entire length into herself, was so intensely fulfilling her knees buckled and she almost fell to the floor. She steadied herself on the cabinet and worked the dildo in and out of her, faster and faster. Her hand was shaking. She closed her eyes, a wave of dizziness spreading over her. Her muscles gripped the ridged shaft hungrily and, the faster she worked it, the quicker she was propelled towards climax.

Noooooooo,
she thought.
I want to so much. But I can’t. Not yet.

Sandrine pulled the dildo free. It was slick and shiny with her own juices. It smelt delicious with only a slight hint of rubber.

Outside, she heard the door to the gym opening. Panic overwhelmed her. She threw the dildo into the drawer, quickly closed the doors, and resumed her position in front of the bed. Kneeling, buttocks resting on her heels, spine as straight as a rod, chest puffed out, eyes straight in front of her. Her breathing was laboured and her breasts rose and fell rapidly. She tried so hard to bring it all under control that she almost choked.

Jack walked through the door, barefoot, wearing only leather pants. Sandrine noticed two things almost simultaneously. The bulge in the front of his pants was already enormous; he was obviously ready for her. And he was smiling the most beatific smile.

He stood in front of her, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her head back so she looked directly up into his eyes.

“Shall we begin?” Jack asked.

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