Stronger with You (With You Trilogy) (42 page)

“Climb up onto the bed for me on all fours,” he demanded, waiting for me to obey before he continued. “Tell me why you should to be punished, Jamie,” he growled, his fingers teasing my slit, easing in and out of me.

“Because I touched myself,” I whimpered, trying hard not to buck back against his fingers.

“Are you allowed to touch yourself, Jamie?” Jason urged.

“Not without your permission,” I managed, the act of speaking becoming more difficult as Jason’s fingers picked up speed.

“That’s right,” he said, sounding pleased as he stood behind me, bringing me ever closer to the brink. “If you touch without my permission, you’re taking away pleasure that should be mine, and that’s not fair, Jamie.”

He took his fingers away and I barely suppressed a whimper at the loss. I could hear him stripping off his clothes behind me but didn’t dare turn my head back to have a look because I was trying my best to do only what he told me to, to show him I could actively let him take the lead. I wanted to prove that I had meant what I said about fulfilling all his fantasies and if he liked being in control then that’s what I’d let him do.

“You ready for your punishment now, beautiful?” He asked, his fingers trailing up and down my spine.

“Yes,” I breathed, desperate for him to touch me again.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “You took pleasure from me, now I’m going to take it back.”

I frowned, not understanding what he meant. I felt him push his solid erection against me and supressed a groan at the mingling heat.

“I’m going to fuck you now, baby,” he growled. “You will not come, understood?”

What?
I frowned, tilting my head round to look at him. He was grinning wickedly but I could tell he meant it. I was about to question him when the thrust himself into me in one quick movement and immediately began bucking against me. My head whipped forwards in surprise.

He hadn’t stilled. He hadn’t given me chance to get used to having him inside me. It hurt a little but not so much that I would have asked him to stop. After a few seconds, I could already feel the pain turning to pleasure as my muscles convulsed around him, pulling him further into me.

He held my hips firmly, pulling me back into him to meet each blow. His usual control was absent. I understood why. He usually controlled himself to make sure that I was thoroughly pleasured, that I enjoyed myself as much as, if not more than, he did. This was purely for his pleasure.

I smiled to myself as I thought about it.
This is for his pleasure
. I knew it was meant to be a punishment but I loved it. I loved the idea of Jason being selfish for once, of taking what I was only too willing to give. I wanted to bring Jason that pleasure. I wanted him to be happy. The only difficult thing about it was trying to force back my own pleasure, trying to fight back the ripples of delight that were threatening to break through and burst the bubble of tension inside me.

“Jason, please,” I begged, needing him to come inside me as soon as possible. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could fight it.

“You won’t come, Jamie,” he growled through clenched teeth, misunderstanding my pleas.

I gritted my teeth and tensed my muscles but that just made it worse because it meant clenching even tighter around him and feeling every minute movement he made as he drove himself deep inside me.

It was torture and I loved every minute of it. I knew Jason was close, his voice had revealed as much. His movements quickened and I clenched my muscles again, suspecting it would intensify the sensations for him even if it made things harder for me. I heard him groan as he thrust inside me two times in quick succession and I felt him spill himself within me, wave after wave of hot liquid filling me to the brink and spilling down the inside of my leg.

He held onto my hips until I felt him relax, at which point he slowly eased himself out of me, leaving me feeling both unfulfilled and satisfied. I was so close to orgasm that I’d probably come from a simple, well-placed touch, but more importantly, I knew that Jason had found his release.

“Are you okay?” Jason breathed, pulling me back so I was sitting on his knee.

I nodded, my breathing too ragged to reply.

“Will you touch yourself again without permission?” He grinned, pressing kisses along my shoulder and collarbone.

“No, I promise,” I breathed. I would have promised without the punishment but I suspected that would have been less fun, both for him and for me. I was feeling immensely sexually frustrated, but I trusted that Jason didn’t plan on leaving me hanging for long. The glimmer of lust in his eye only confirmed my suspicions.

“Good girl,” he nodded approvingly. “You’re amazing, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I smiled.

“Which is why I’m going to give you chance to change your mind,” he smiled, brushing my hair out of my face.

I frowned in confusion whilst he reached past me to pick his jeans up off the floor. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was the coupon.

“Don’t you want to any more?” I asked, frowning a little.

“No, I very much do,” he grinned. “But I want you to be sure.”

“I am sure, Jason,” I nodded, handing it back to him. “All of your fantasies,” I reiterated.

“Good, then I’m going to make it worth you while,” he grinned mischievously. “I’m guessing you’d quite like to come for me?”

“Yes, please,” I beamed, almost hopping up and down in excitement.

He smiled happily and kissed me before lifting me up off his knee and putting me back onto the bed, lying on my back and looking up at him. He reached down and began using his hands to spread the moisture between my legs.

I groaned as he spread his cum all over me, his thumb circling my clit. He rolled it between two fingers and pinched it ever so slightly. That was all it took. I came apart in his hands, my muscles clenching deliciously as I garbled words of thanks. My orgasm overwhelmed me entirely after what felt like an age of being denied. It was close to Nirvana.

I didn’t open my eyes immediately, not until I heard Jason ripping open some packaging. He was opening the vibrating egg. I watched him fiddle with it for a bit before he sauntered back over to me and held it up for me to see. He placed it in my hand and pressed a button on the remote. I felt it come to life, pulsing in short, sharp bursts in my palm. It was a lot stronger than I thought it would be and I looked at Jason in shock.

“I’m going to put it in you now, okay?” He asked, taking it from my hand.

I nodded wide-eyed, watching him push the egg inside me gently. It was strange to see something disappearing inside of me like that. All I could see was the small plastic loop poking out of me. I could feel it inside of me but Jason hadn’t turned it on yet.

My back arched away from me and I slammed my legs shut when he clicked a button on the remote. “Oh my God!” I cried out, writhing against the mattress as the vibrating became even stronger. It was intense. It felt like every single vibration was targeted at the magic spot inside of me and travelled to all the right places. It was intense, but almost too intense. It was hard to concentrate on anything around me whilst it was on. All too soon and not soon enough, the egg stilled again and I opened my eyes to look at Jason.

“I just wanted you to see how it could feel. Don’t worry I’ll put it on more gently than that at first,” he said, his grin broadening as he guided my legs open once more.

He was fully erect again and placed the remote on the bed next to me so he could grab the bottle of lubricant. I watched him nervously, aware of what was coming next. I wanted to do this, for Jason, but I was worried that it would hurt too much.

I watched him, mesmerised, as he spread a generous amount of lubricant over his length, his strong hand pumping up and down his shaft. Then he guided my feet off the bed and had me hold my knees to my chest with my legs still spread open. I felt very exposed but I didn’t mind being exposed to Jason.

I squirmed a little as I felt his finger spreading the cool liquid over my puckered hole, easing some of it inside me. His finger circled a few times, stretching me, making space for what was to come.

“Remember the rules, baby?” He said, his eyes meeting mine.

I nodded. All I had to do was ask him to stop and he would stop. I knew that. I closed my eyes as I felt him brush up against my ass, rubbing his heat slowly up and down, spreading the mixture of my arousal, his sperm, and the lubricant up and down my seam.

“Try to relax, baby, it won’t hurt as much if you relax,” he soothed.

I did my best, but I knew I wasn’t doing a very good job. I heard a click and the egg kicked into life inside of me, much gentler this time. It would vibrate gently, then slowly increase before clicking off and starting all over again. It felt nice, tingly nice.

Jason pushed against me and I forced myself to relax even more, wincing a little as I felt his head burst through my sphincter. It hurt. It hurt quite a bit. I squirmed a little, debating whether I should ask him to stop, but then another click, and the egg vibrated harder.

The pain lessened a little as my inner muscles clenched the vibrating intruder. Jason inched himself inside me, slowly and carefully, stilling every time I winced and stroking my thighs gently.

“Almost there baby,” he reassured me, clicking the egg up another level as he pushed inside me and I felt his balls against me. “Are you okay?”

I took a deep breath and relaxed a little before nodding. It didn’t hurt any more. It just felt… weird. It felt gross to admit but it kind of felt like I
really
needed a number two. I told Jason as much, with the compulsory blush, and he laughed heartily. It made him wiggle inside me and my hips bucked. His movement combined with the egg was too much. It had me grinding against him, desperate for a release.

Jason began slowly easing himself in and out of me, his rhythm matching the slow pulsing of the egg.

“You feel so good, Jamie,” he breathed appreciatively.

It felt good for me too, surprisingly good. I found myself pushing back against him, eager for more. I was stretched, beyond stretched, but I liked it. My knees were still bent up against my chest so I lowered them to the side a little, impatient to feel Jason’s lips against mine. As usual, he read my mind and bent down to kiss me.

The position brought a new intensity to the table, his body pushing against my clit as he thrust himself in and out of me. I burst around him, just as Jason clicked the egg up to a much higher intensity and it drew my orgasm out. I bucked against him wildly, my body writhing and turning from the immense stimulation. I cried out for what felt like minutes, driven wild by my release. Jason surged inside me and the heat of his release was bliss. He clasped his arms around me tightly, holding me in his protective cocoon.

We lay together, his weight on his arms, panting in tandem as we slowly came back from our Nirvana. Jason clicked the egg off once more and it lay still inside of me.

“Are you okay?” Jason breathed, kissing my face all over with gentle, soothing butterfly kisses.

“I am,” I smiled, appreciating his tenderness after a fairly intense bit of rough and tumble.

“Did I hurt you? Did you like it?” He asked, scanning my face.

“It hurt a bit at first,” I admitted. “But it felt good, different good but good.”

“Thank you for letting me,” he grinned. “That’s another one off the list.”

“You haven’t done it before?” I asked.

“Not with you,” he shook his head. “All of my fantasies involve you.”

I smiled happily, it didn’t bother me that he’d done it before. I was just happy that he was happy.

“Jason?” I asked as a thought occurred to me.

“Jamie,” he mocked.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Only if you eat another chocolate,” he grinned.

“Can I eat it in the morning?” I pouted.

“Fine,” he sighed with a smile. “Just this once.”

“Have you always been… like you are now in the bedroom?” I asked, the compulsory cheek burning in place.

“You mean have I always liked being in control?” He grinned, lifting himself off of me to gently ease the egg out.

I nodded, watching him as he grabbed the wet wipes and began cleaning us both. He brushed the wipe so gently and tenderly over my skin that it made me smile.

“No, I haven’t,” he said once he was sure I was clean. “Not before I met you. I didn’t really care.”

“Why are you that way with me then?” I asked, wanting to understand.

“Because I’ve never cared about a girl before. I love you and want to make sure you’re safe and looked after. I want to make sure you get everything you deserve. When you submit to me, you trust me to do that. I know that’s not the best explanation but I’m not really sure I fully understand it myself. Do you sort of get where I’m coming from, though?” He asked.

“I think so,” I smiled, still over the moon about how up front and honest he was being with me about everything.

“Are you annoyed about your punishment?” He grinned, unclasping my bra and removing it.

“No,” I chuckled. “Would it annoy you if I said I didn’t really think of it as much of a punishment?” I smiled up at him and he smiled back, pulling me onto the bed and switching the light off so that we could cuddle up together.

“Oh really?” He laughed. “And why is that?”

“I like knowing that you’re enjoying yourself,” I blushed. “I don’t mind if I don’t come every now and then. I’m pretty sure my orgasm tally is higher than yours since we got together.”

“I’m not keeping track, Jamie,” Jason grinned. “I enjoyed your punishment, at least.”

I bit my lip and pulled myself closer to him, resting my head under his chin and kissing his chest gently. My behind was sore, not too uncomfortable, but I was tired, very tired.

It had been a very, very long day. From Jake’s phone call, to underwear shopping, to the emotional chat about my brothers, ending with very,
very
hot sex. The very definition of an emotional rollercoaster. I was happy it had ended well though, and happy that Jason and I had shared more of ourselves with each other. We both knew each other that little bit more and it brought us closer.