Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy (11 page)

Just in case I still wasn't allowed to speak,
I nodded instead. The thought of trying something new every time we
were together was incredibly exciting. Much better than lumping it
all into one overwhelming lesson. Now I'd have something to look
forward to, as if just being with Jack wasn't enough.

“Today we're going to take things fairly easy
and practice a bit of pain play,” he said.

I watched Jack pull something from the
bedside table, a pair of clamps attached by a thin metal chain.
Without hesitation, he placed one on each of my nipples. The
pressure of the plastic-coated tips biting into my flesh hurt, but
not as much as I had imagined it would.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Green,” I answered almost instinctively, and
he gave me a funny look. “Sorry. I got that from the BDSM
school.”

“Oh.”

I noticed that the longer the clamps stayed
on my nipples, the more they hurt, drawing me closer to my limit of
pain. Jack leaned over and lapped at the sensitive tips of my
nipples, temporarily drowning out my pain with pleasure. Then he
slid a hand beneath my legs, palming my cunt as he stuck a finger
inside.

“You're nice and wet,” Jack moaned against my
skin, sending a shiver down below.

I groaned as he picked up the pace, slamming
his finger into me while his hand dug against the erect nub of my
clit, driving me closer and closer to climax.

“Come for me, my love,” Jack whispered,
gazing intently into my eyes.

It was enough to send me over the edge, and I
held my breath as my toes curled while my orgasm played out. Soon,
I was panting below him, thinking of how wicked he was to make me
want him so badly.

“Now for your reward,” Jack said, moving to
unfasten my ankle restraints and then crawl between my legs.

He grabbed the chain that connected the
nipple clamps and gave it a gentle tug, causing a surge of pain to
race across my chest. I winced, and he watched my expression with a
pleased grin.

“Good girl.” Jack grabbed my legs and pulled
them over his hips. I barely had time to look down and see his
thick erection coming towards my hole before he slipped it inside.
Almost instinctively, my back arched, and I moaned as we became
one.

“Oh yes,” I cried out, not caring if I was
breaking my no speaking rule.

Jack was a lot more aggressive this time,
pumping into me with a voraciousness I hadn't felt from him before.
This was him in his element. Powerful and dominating.

To my surprise, I rather enjoyed Jack's fast
hard love making. No, it wasn't love making. It was fucking. He was
fucking me, and he was doing a good job of it.

I cried out while Jack thrust into oblivion,
taking my body to places it had never been before. My pussy
deliciously clenched around his cock as I erupted into another
orgasm, and I could feel my tremors traveling all the way into him,
causing him to pant as his own body was about to give. Almost as
soon as my orgasm ceased, Jack pulled out, gasping for breath while
he shot his load onto my stomach. This time, there was no corset to
catch the torrent, and my stomach ended up nice and coated.

“Holy shit,” he coughed, leaning back on his
calves to steady himself. “That was amazing.”

I purred at the exhausted look on his face.
Knowing that I had drained him completely was one of the most
satisfying feelings I have ever experienced. Sex with Jack was
definitely good.

After going to get a towel to clean me off,
Jack removed the nipple clamps one at a time. My breath hitched as
pain coursed through my breasts. For a split second, it was even
worse than the crushing sensation of having them on.

“Hurts, doesn't it?” he asked, as if my
expression wasn't answer enough.

“Am I aloud to speak now?” I teased, fully
knowing that my lesson for the day was over.

“Yes.” He grinned.

“It hurts worse when you take them off than
when you put them on.”

“Sometimes it does,” he admitted. “When we're
married, I'll probably want you to wear them around the house
sometimes. Would that bother you?”

“Not if I got rewarded for it.” I leaned
forward to place a chaste kiss on his bottom lip. That didn't seem
to please Jack enough though, and soon he was holding me in his
arms, stealing my breath with an onslaught of passionate
kisses.

I moaned against his lips, enjoying his
affection. Now, I was truly happy with my fate as his wife.

“I can't wait for tomorrow's lesson,” I
whispered, running my nails through the back of his slightly damp
hair.

“Miss Nguyen, I do believe you are a very
sexy girl.”

“Your very sexy girl.”

Jack held me in his arms for what felt like
an eternity—for what I wished was an eternity. But I couldn't stay
with him all night. His parents expected me to come home, and I
quickly began to realize that perhaps their Christian morals
weren't as well suited to my liking as they had been when I first
arrived in New York.

At their doorstep, he placed another chaste
kiss on the side of my mouth, and I couldn't help but grin stupidly
at him as he walked away. For as much as Jack Kemble had disclosed
to me, for as comfortable as I was around him, and as much as we
had done together, he still seemed like a mystery. Sweet and kinky
and kind, I was falling in love with him.

The next day couldn't come soon enough. My
every waking breath was consumed with thoughts of Jack and the
crazy kinky things he had planned for me. What a different girl I
had become in only a few short weeks. From shy and conservative to
absolutely sex crazed. I blushed at the thought.

I was more than eager to follow Jack into the
dungeon, no longer seeing it as a place of torture. Now, it was the
room where all of my desires came to life, a place where I had Jack
all to myself, stripped of the burdens of the outside world.

“Today, we're going to do something a little
different,” he began, leading me to the bed. “We're not going to
have sex today.”

“What?” My ear to ear grin promptly
faded.

“I want you to masturbate for me.”

That was even worse. I had never pleasured
myself to climax before. The very thought of it was
embarrassing.

“I'd rather you do it for me,” I
grumbled.

“Watching you would give me great pleasure.
Besides, you're not supposed to disobey me when we're in here,
remember?” He gave me a playful slap on the ass.

I had actually forgotten. For some reason, I
couldn't switch my mind to submissive whenever we entered the room.
Perhaps that would change over time.

“So, I have no say in this?” I asked,
following his lead as he began to undress.

“Nope. And the next word out of your mouth
will earn you a spanking. Remember, in here, you do what I say when
I say it, and you don't speak unless I say you can. Tomorrow, you
won't get any warnings.”

When we were both completely undressed, I
crawled up onto the bed, and Jack sat at the foot of the bed,
giving himself a good view of the action. My palms began to sweat
as he watched me expectantly. It was incredibly awkward being
stared at in such a way, and I found myself quickly becoming
self-conscious. Everything in me wanted to speak, but I knew
better, so instead I just laid there, returning Jack's gaze.

“Well, go on,” he prodded me.

“I don't know what to do.” I screwed my face,
mildly fearful of punishment.

“Sure you do. Just do what I did to you the
other day.”

Knowing that I had been given a free pass, I
tried to relax while I slipped a hand between my legs. It didn't
feel as good touching myself as it did when Jack touched me. His
fingers were thick and skilled. Mine were thin and clueless.
Slowly, I massaged around my clit, hoping that if it looked like I
was doing a bad job that Jack would come take over.

“You can't seriously tell me that you've
never touched yourself before.” He gave me a sarcastic look of
disbelief.

“Never.” I shook my head to add emphasis to
the word.

“Just do what feels good. It might help if
you pretend like I'm not even here.”

“That's much easier said than done.” I rolled
my eyes and then relaxed my head against the pillow, staring up at
the ceiling.

Maybe if I pretended that it was his hand
instead of mine. I closed my eyes, feeling the warm moistness of my
skin. Using two fingers, I pressed down on my clit as I made small
circles. Slowly, I began to feel my pleasure building. My free hand
came up to play with one of my erect nipples, rolling it between my
fingertips.

“Spread your legs a bit wider,” Jack
requested, and I did as I was told, trying to ignore the fact that
he was watching my every move.

The more I played with myself, the more
ragged my breathing became, and I realized that masturbating wasn't
so difficult after all.

“Stop,” Jack said, right before I was about
to climax. Like the waves receding from the ocean, I felt my
pleasure ebb away as my hand left my body, and all I could think
about was how I wanted more.

Jack crawled up onto the bed, towering over
me with cock in hand, and for a moment, I was confused about what
he was doing. Then he straddled my head, letting his manhood hang
freely over my face, and I know what he wanted.

The thought of taking Jack's cock into my
mouth absolutely repulsed me. Never had I desired to suck a man's
phallus before. To be honest, I didn't even picture fellatio being
a part of my sex life until meeting Jack. And while I really didn't
want to suck him off, the fact that he had eaten me out meant that
I was obligated to return the favor. If my face hadn't been so
occupied staring at Jack's manhood in apprehension, I probably
would have scowled.

“Open,” Jack told me.

For a moment, I was reluctant. In response,
Jack leaned back and twisted one of my nipples, hard. I winced from
the pain.

“Open,” he said again, and this time, I
listened, though I was sure the look on my face was absolutely
mortified.

Slowly, he lowered himself, and I felt his
glans crest my teeth, his balls sagging down onto my chin. I closed
my eyes, and covered my teeth with my lips, mindful not to bite
him. While I had never given a blowjob before, I knew the basic
rules.

As the smooth surface of Jack's glans touched
my tongue, I cowered away, already overwhelmed by his masculine
smell. It wasn't unpleasant, just different, and it made me wonder
what he thought about my scent.

“Suck,” Jack commanded, and my lips closed
around him, feeling the thick veins of his member. “Just pretend
it's a Blow Pop.”

A salt flavored Blow Pop, I thought as I
allowed my tongue to begin exploring the underside of his shaft.
The longer it sat in my mouth, the less unpleasant it became. Soon,
I was more fascinated than disgusted, feeling the surprising
smoothness of his skin with my tongue as my throat worked to suck
him off.

Jack held onto the bed frame and leaned over
me, rocking his hips back and forth. At first, I choked as his tip
speared the back of my throat, my gag reflex doing the best it
could to repel the intruder. He backed off only long enough for me
to regain composure before thrusting again, seemingly unfazed by
the wet sounds erupting from my mouth.

Jack groaned as he fucked my face, the only
indication that I was doing a good job. I was too busy
concentrating on breathing and not biting him to gain any pleasure
from the act myself. Still, there was something incredibly sensual
about sucking him off.

Sneakily, I let my hand slip back between my
legs to work my own sex. With each gentle circle that I made
against my clit, I sucked Jack harder, causing him to pant above
me.

“Oh yes,” he cried out, picking up the pace.
I did my best to relax, allowing Jack to take over while he pounded
into my mouth. Strings of pre-come clung to the back of my throat
as he worked his meaty length in and out, and I felt an
overwhelming need to spit, though Jack wouldn't allow me the
luxury. I tightened my lips around him, and his juices spilled out
the sides of my mouth, running into my hair.

My fingers vibrated mercilessly against my
clit while I sucked as hard as I could, the intensity of my sucking
growing with the nearness of my climax. Finally, my body gave out,
convulsing into a round of earth shattering contractions. Almost as
the same time, I heard Jack groan, and my mouth filled with his
semen, warm and thick. He held himself inside my mouth while he
squeezed out every drop, and I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to
spit until the end, if I was even allowed to spit at all.

Even after Jack was spent, he kept himself
inside of me, forcing me to endure his juices. When he finally
pulled out, I let his seed follow, coating my face. Better in my
hair than down my throat, I thought, hoping that I wouldn't receive
a punishment for rejecting his offering.

Thankfully, Jack didn't seem to care. He
crawled off of the bed to go get a towel, though I knew it wouldn't
do the trick this time.

“Shower,” I said as soon as I had finished
spitting up all of his come.

“Yes, shower,” Jack agreed, walking me to the
bathroom with a hand on the small of my back. “Next time, I want
you to swallow,” he told me, not completely out of his dominant
mode.

“Maybe after we're married,” I teased. “Got
to keep some things sacred.”

“Spitting is just wasteful,” he
disagreed.

“So is having an orgasm without a purpose.
I'm willing to bet that you masturbate plenty.” I gave him a
playful glance before stepping into the shower.

“Touche, Miss Nguyen. Touche. You are far too
clever for your own good.”

“And you're far too sexy for yours,” I purred
against his chest.

“Touche,” he whispered again before wrapping
me in his warm embrace.