stand.”
I smiled and hugged him tightly.
“Your mother is such a beautiful woman.” I tried not to let his words hurt me. They were the truth. “Yet I sense she’s jealous of you.”
“Because of my grandparents,” I explained. “They see through the façade she shows the world. My grandfather refuses to spoil her and that infuriates her. She’s beautiful, but she uses that beauty as a weapon. She’s the least traditional woman I know. Never cooks Indian food and hates when I talk Hindi. Yet, whenever she has to attend any sort of British function she wears a sari—she never wears one to an Indian function, though. She likes being seen as exotic and different.”
“I’ve seen her in saris…her nipples…” Jared coughed and I knew he was embarrassed to confess that he’d admired my mother’s brazen, pointy nipples. “I always thought what a lucky bastard your father was. Now I’ve met you, I’m the lucky one.”
I tried to still my heart. He’s talking about sex and not love!
“Do you eat Indian food?” I asked, trying to lighten the conversation.
“Not since university. My chef’s French and I tend to let him surprise me.”
“I’m going to cook you a nice Indian curry, but I will need the ingredients.”
“Write them down and I will have someone get them for you.”
“It would be quicker if I just went out and bought them myself.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” He nibbled on my neck and I obediently arched it. “I want you right here where I can be inside you…any time, day or night.”
“Yes,” I whispered, wanting him to take me now. How could I have thought that anything in Fifty Shades of Grey was gross? In less than a day of Jared’s lovemaking I understood the need to have him buried so deeply inside me…front or back…that his body fused with mine.
“But first, my sweet, I’m going to spank you.”
“Why? “Did I do something wrong?” My voice trembled as I asked the question. I wasn’t worried about the pain, it was the thought that I had somehow displease him that almost brought tears to my eyes.
“No, my sweet. You’re perfect.” Jared’s hand which had been caressing my bottom moved to gather some of the moisture abundantly coating my clitoris. It was embarrassing to be so wet, but he’d seemed to like it when he had eaten me earlier, so I guess he liked it. He slid a moistened finger into my rectum.
“Ah…ah.” The pain was maddeningly sweet.
“Tilt up,” he ordered and I arched my lower back obligingly. He then forced another finger inside me and I gasped out my pleasure as he pressed them in to the knuckles. I forgot about his promise to spank me as he once again turned me facedown on the bed and slid his hard length inside me. Reaching for the lube he moistened the large plug again and slid that into my rectum and once again I was caught between the hardness in my two places.
It wasn’t until he had pulled out of my vagina when I had come, taken out the plug and worked himself into my bottom, inch by thick inch, and brought us both to completion that he said, “You respond beautifully, but I sense that you’re holding a part of yourself back from me. Spanking will release the tension in both your body and your mind. It will free you to be the person you were meant to be and in turn you will receive pleasure in its utmost form.”
“Jared, any more pleasure than you’ve already given me will surely kill me!” I wasn’t being facetious. There were times I felt like I hovered between life and death.
“You won’t die, my love,” he assured me with a light kiss on the tip of my nose. “Instead you’ll feel gloriously alive!”
“I’m not sure, Jared. Once this week is over I have to go back to my old life,” I said uncertainly. What if he made me into some sex-crazed woman who needed sex like a drug? What if I went around attacking men in the
I smiled and hugged him tightly.
“Your mother is such a beautiful woman.” I tried not to let his words hurt me. They were the truth. “Yet I sense she’s jealous of you.”
“Because of my grandparents,” I explained. “They see through the façade she shows the world. My grandfather refuses to spoil her and that infuriates her. She’s beautiful, but she uses that beauty as a weapon. She’s the least traditional woman I know. Never cooks Indian food and hates when I talk Hindi. Yet, whenever she has to attend any sort of British function she wears a sari—she never wears one to an Indian function, though. She likes being seen as exotic and different.”
“I’ve seen her in saris…her nipples…” Jared coughed and I knew he was embarrassed to confess that he’d admired my mother’s brazen, pointy nipples. “I always thought what a lucky bastard your father was. Now I’ve met you, I’m the lucky one.”
I tried to still my heart. He’s talking about sex and not love!
“Do you eat Indian food?” I asked, trying to lighten the conversation.
“Not since university. My chef’s French and I tend to let him surprise me.”
“I’m going to cook you a nice Indian curry, but I will need the ingredients.”
“Write them down and I will have someone get them for you.”
“It would be quicker if I just went out and bought them myself.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” He nibbled on my neck and I obediently arched it. “I want you right here where I can be inside you…any time, day or night.”
“Yes,” I whispered, wanting him to take me now. How could I have thought that anything in Fifty Shades of Grey was gross? In less than a day of Jared’s lovemaking I understood the need to have him buried so deeply inside me…front or back…that his body fused with mine.
“But first, my sweet, I’m going to spank you.”
“Why? “Did I do something wrong?” My voice trembled as I asked the question. I wasn’t worried about the pain, it was the thought that I had somehow displease him that almost brought tears to my eyes.
“No, my sweet. You’re perfect.” Jared’s hand which had been caressing my bottom moved to gather some of the moisture abundantly coating my clitoris. It was embarrassing to be so wet, but he’d seemed to like it when he had eaten me earlier, so I guess he liked it. He slid a moistened finger into my rectum.
“Ah…ah.” The pain was maddeningly sweet.
“Tilt up,” he ordered and I arched my lower back obligingly. He then forced another finger inside me and I gasped out my pleasure as he pressed them in to the knuckles. I forgot about his promise to spank me as he once again turned me facedown on the bed and slid his hard length inside me. Reaching for the lube he moistened the large plug again and slid that into my rectum and once again I was caught between the hardness in my two places.
It wasn’t until he had pulled out of my vagina when I had come, taken out the plug and worked himself into my bottom, inch by thick inch, and brought us both to completion that he said, “You respond beautifully, but I sense that you’re holding a part of yourself back from me. Spanking will release the tension in both your body and your mind. It will free you to be the person you were meant to be and in turn you will receive pleasure in its utmost form.”
“Jared, any more pleasure than you’ve already given me will surely kill me!” I wasn’t being facetious. There were times I felt like I hovered between life and death.
“You won’t die, my love,” he assured me with a light kiss on the tip of my nose. “Instead you’ll feel gloriously alive!”
“I’m not sure, Jared. Once this week is over I have to go back to my old life,” I said uncertainly. What if he made me into some sex-crazed woman who needed sex like a drug? What if I went around attacking men in the
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