Trust Me to Know You (18 page)

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Another evening and a post-dinner relaxation by the fire with a book. Jason reached across and snatched the book out of my hand chucking it on to the floor at my feet. Dinner was over and he was replenished with renewed energy.

“Enough.” He reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet. His mouth was on mine, nibbling at my lips and down my neck. I sighed with delight and stood on my tiptoes to match him. He stopped, looking down at my feet and stared at me, those blue eyes looked darker than usual. They were glistening in the firelight, something had entered into head.

“
Go
. I’m getting impatient for you.”

I quickly hurried to his lair. It felt like an age since we had
last been in his room. I undressed in a frenzy, and took up position by the divan. I heard my pulse pounding in my ears
- a deafening noise in the quiet room. He approached me from behind. I shut my eyes and inhaled a deep breath. He was with me.

I was hanging from the grid, cuffs around my wrists and my ankles were strapped together. My feet on tiptoes taking my weight or else I had to suspend myself using my arms. Shifting between my arms and legs, I tried to
relieve the aching. Jason
had taken his time binding my breasts with rope,
making them pert and the nipples stand out a deep purple colour. Across the flesh of my breasts and
buttocks, I could imagine tiny red streaks, flecks on my pink skin. He had been using a deerskin
flogger on me, each tail tipped at the end with a small bead. I was blindfolded and
I could hear his breath, his footsteps stalking around me, and then the rush of air as the flogger descended on me. To make me even more aroused, he had inserted a small vibrator into me. It gently buzzed inside, warming me and, accompanied by each stroke of the flogger, sent
me into oblivion. I moaned in one moment and in the next yelped as the flogger stung my sensitised flesh. I
did not know how long I had been suspended, an eternity if you were not allowed to orgasm.

“Oh please,
please
,” I begged repeatedly.

His voice softly replied from somewhere near me each time. I was beginning to drift off as I filled my head with
meandering images of my favourite paintings. If he would not let me come, I had to be somewhere
else, away from my tingling needy sex organ. The pain
was not bad and the rhythm of his blows had a desired impact on my neurochemicals, I was swimming in a trance of submissiveness.

“
No
!”
His louder negative response to my latest mumbled beseeching made me jump out of my gloopy place.

Suddenly my arms were going numb and tingling with pins and needles. The lack of blood to my hands was taking its toll. He must had seen me slump, my toes tucked away under me, rather than bent to support me.

“Gemma, I’m taking you down.”

The cuffs were released and my arms dropped to my sides, the sudden rush of blood made my arms heavy and numb. The dripping wet vibrator was removed
. He picked me up and lay me face down on the bed, untying my legs and breasts too. There was a pause while he went and fetched something from the bathroom. I smelt scent, a strong
sweet fragrance. He sat astride my legs, not resting his weight on me. Smooth, well-oiled hands were on my back and slowly he started to massage my shoulders and back.

“Good?” he asked.

“Oh God yes,” I sighed, the sensation was returning to my arms.

He worked down my back towards my buttocks and began to knead my cheeks with his knuckles. Fingers slipped between my buttock cheeks. I tensed slightly.

“Shhh, baby. I am preparing you.”

He spread my cheeks and started rubbing oil on his hands.
Oh my
, his intentions were becoming clearer and his erection was resting on my bottom. A well-oiled finger poked into my bum hole.

“Lift you bottom up,” instructed Jason and he placed a couple of cushions under my hips. “Ready for me?”

“Yes, sir. Please can I come for you?”

“Sure, baby, you’ve been very patient.”

His cock pushed against me, he met some resistance, and then he entered, stretching my insides. He leant down into me and I heard him groan in delight. “So fucking tight, you gorgeous girl.”

I quivered at his erotic comment. It became a long sensual fuck, he took his time and eased in and out
as if he was doing press ups on me. I gripped the sheets with my hands and pushed my hips back against him, meeting each thrust. The trembling sensation built and I
could not
contain myself. I rubbed my clit up and down on the fabric of the pillow as I moved with him and came.

“
Arggghhh
, fuck!
Fuck
!”

I was increasingly vocal. The strain of being suspended and flogged had made me keener and my skin super sensitive to touch. He pressed down on me and filled me with his warmth. My bum was hot all over, inside and out. He rested there until he was aware that he was too heavy on me. He withdrew and stood by the bed, reaching down he removed my blindfold.

“Bath.” He went to turn the taps on and I staggered to my feet, following him in.

The warm water lapped around us, as I lay in his arms with my back against his chest. He massaged my sore shoulders.

“Mmmmm. Nice,” I was relaxed if sore.

“Good. That was a very pleasurable fuck.”

“Are we going to bed now?”

“No. You said you wanted to go longer, so we will,”

Oh, I did say that, didn’t I?
He had a good memory for my utterances.

I was dry and kneeling again in front of the divan. We had taken on refreshments: water and biscuits. It had helped give me a second wind.

He was sitting in front of me. Lifting my chin, he looked me in the eyes.

“I want to use you on that,” he pointed to the whipping bench. “Are you ready? No canes. No fucking. A paddle perhaps, time to start you back on it. We’ve avoided it for long enough.”

I could not describe the sudden angst that rushed through me, but I wanted so much to please him, so I smiled and nodded. Jason did not look convinced. He rubbed his chin for moment thinking.

“Come, stand.” He led me over to the bench. We stopped, right next to it.

“I’m not going to bind you or blindfold you. Just a few swipes with that thin paddle there.”

I looked at the implement, it certainly was not the meanest paddle that had ever struck me. My legs though had gone like lead and in my head was a memory, becoming vivid, almost too real. I shut my eyes and swallowed, it would not go away. I could feel my shoulders shake.

“What? What are you remembering?” Jason spoke gently in my ear. He held my upper arms to steady me.

“I’m seeing everything upside down. Like when you’re bent over the bench. Just his feet and the tip of the cane. He’s tapping on his legs.

“Go on,” Jason stood closer to me, his naked body brushed against my back.

“I can see my feet, such a crazy position to be in,” I laughed nervously. “If I peer up I can see more of him. He’s... he’s wanking himself. Such a big cock.”

“What bigger than mine?” Jason’s attempt to humour me did little to relieve my anxieties.

“Short and stubby,” I snorted. “Very wide, the widest cock I’ve ever had. It always needed me to be well prepared for him, really aroused to take him fully. I watch him lift the cane...” I sobbed.

“Babe, Gemma. Don’t torture yourself,” said Jason kindly.

“No, you see I’ve remembered something else. When I came to and I open my eyes, I’m looking upside down and I can see my legs. There was this trickle of blood running down one of them. My blood mixed with his.... I know what he’s done. He tore me to get in. The doctor told me I had been torn.
” I was crying uncontrollably. Jason embraced me, my head under his chin. “I didn’t think I could ever fuck again. Then you came along and I felt this feeling inside me grow and you made me hot for it again. I had forgotten, blanked out the trauma of it all. But
the bench, the sawhorse, I’m sorry, I
cannot
bend over it. It’s so like his...
Please
don’t make me...”

I turned and he held me in his arms as I shook. Bending down
he picked me up and carried me out of the door straight to the bedroom. I was still naked.

“No more sex tonight. Sleep. Try not to dream.” He covered me with the duvet and climbed into bed next to me.

“I’ll get rid of it.” Jason stroked his finger down my arm. I took a sharp intake of breath. I looked at him, as he looked at me tenderly, not the stern master who punished me yesterday.

“You want to use it though, it is important to you.
I can tell. Masters love
their whipping horses,” I murmured to him.

“True. It is a favourite,” said Jason resting on his arm. “We can get another, different style. There are plenty to choose from, I can get one made especially for you,” he looked like an excited
schoolboy for a moment. Perhaps he was right. There were several styles, the one he owned was the simplest,
and I had
been on others. Perhaps if I felt different lying on it, the memories
would not haunt me.

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea, Jason,” I smiled at him. “Please will sir help me find a new whipping bench for your pleasure?” I curled up next to him.

“Oh I think we have a quest to find my dear subbie a new bench,” he looked delighted.

Sleep came to us both and I had no nightmares.

***

I wandered through the dawn lit house. I was not dressed yet and wearing only a bathrobe. I found Jason in his study
looking at his laptop screen. He smiled as I came into the room.
The smile felt extra special that morning.

“Enjoy your lie in?” he smirked at me.

I came round to stand next to him and blushed when I saw what was on his laptop screen.

“Oh!”

My face must have looked a picture because he was suppressing a laugh at my expense. He pulled me on to his lap.

“I’m doing some investigating. Looking for alternatives. Like we agreed last night,” he explained.

“So I can see.” I held the mouse and scrolled down the screen, there were many photographs.

“Do you see anything you like the look of?” he whispered seductively in my ear.

“Well, normally I don’t shop around for this stuff. Kind of provided for me, remember?”

“Of course. This time you get to help choose,” he told me.

I tittered at the idea.

“We don’t have to buy anything off this website,” he clarified. “It’s just for ideas. I have contacts who can custom make anything I require.” He started to rub his hand up and down my thigh. A light caress of his palm through the fabric of my gown was sufficient to transmit his growing intent towards me.

“Contacts at your secret club?”

“Yes. Very useful contacts. We need to agree a design and give measurements, material choices and then hey presto!” He was starting to kiss the back of my neck.

“Measurements?” I flushed at the thought and tilted my head to one side.

“A perfect fit for the both of us,” he said between pecks.

Oh my! I had never thought about the dimensions of these tailored made pieces of furniture. I stopped scrolling and paused at one photo. “This one?”

Halting his oral exploration, he zoomed the picture out from the thumbnail. “Um, I can see why. Different shape, the elaborate spanking bench.”

“I like the fact I won’t be upside down, you know it is longitudinal, supports my torso the whole length, not my hips only.” I pointed at the screen.

“Lots of places to strap you down. You can even use knee and arm rests. Very luxurious for whipping,” he chuckled with wicked thoughts going through that head of his.

“You can fuck me on it to. I
t looks very flexible,” I commented. From
below, I got a definite response - he had an erection.

“You want to be fucked on it?” He questioned me quietly, nuzzling his nose in my hair making my scalp prickle.

“I think it is something I could work towards,” I murmured. I was very aroused by the
subject matter of our conversation and I knew he was too.

“God, Gemma, I need you now,” he reached round to kiss my lips with his open mouth, tongue reaching into me.

He paused and those eyes looked for my response.

“Please, sir, fuck me.” I was his kindred spirit.

He leant forward and with one hand swept off the neatly piled documents on his desk then he pushed me forward, bending me over. My robe pulled off unceremoniously to the floor. He stood behind me and I spread my legs, eager and quivering with desire.

Monday lunchtime and I was picking at my sandwiches while stabbing at my keyboard. The girls in the office were gossiping. Penny was a follower of celebrities and avid reader of glossy magazine. Her bitchy friend Amanda was dissing other managers she thought she knew well. Pencil thin Libby was the quiet one who eagerly lapped up all the conversations and no doubt regurgitated them later to other friends. I kept my head down and tried to type an email while chewing on my bread.

“Yes, yes it is true, Jason Lucas must get it from someone. He’s too dishy not to be doing it,” smirked Amanda.

My ears pricked up at Jason’s name and I looked across as they hunched over there lunch boxes, knees practically touching each other in their cosy circle of chairs.

“Oh come on who
with though,” exclaimed Penny. “Well
, not work colleagues, unless it’s with interns who visit his office.” She looked across at me and guffawed.

I turned scarlet. I could not
help it as the thought of Jason naked flashed through my mind. Little did they know when it came to the truth.

“She blushed, look!” said Amanda.

Oh God, they had noticed. Why couldn’t I control myself better!

“What are you hiding, Gemma?”

They were all looking at me now.