JACKSON

 

 

I see her casting a look over her shoulder as we enter the bedroom. While she may expect me to throw her right onto the bed, that is not what I have in mind. I set her down on her feet next to the bed and we engage in a hungry kiss, initiated by her while my hands travel along the sides of her slim torso, down to the waistband of her jeans.

She moans when I continue to unbutton her pants, hooking my finger inside the waistband to pull them down with me as I go down onto my knees in front of her.

She's wearing a black thong underneath what looks nowhere near as innocent as the rest of her outfit. I help her step out of each leg, removing her socks in the process, and then I lean forward to kiss along her thigh. She's trembling and breathing heavily as I close in on her center. I pause when I reach her core, placing a gentle kiss on her mound before I get back up on my feet and start unbuttoning her blouse.

Her hands reach for me, trying to do the same to my shirt, but I push them away. She huffs and shoots me a sulky look.

I ignore her little gesture of discontent and continue removing her blouse. Her bra follows shortly after. I hold her in place with a kiss, wrapping one arm around her, tracing along the bony line of her spine, down to her perky ass, while I use the other hand to pinch her left nipple. She has shown that she’s very responsive to anything done to her in this area, and I'm cursing myself for not bringing clamps with me. Watching her endure those would have been such a feast.

She moans when I move further across her stomach, pausing just beneath her belly button, before my hand slides underneath the fabric of her thong.

"Are you ready for me?" I ask, cupping her mound.

Her reply is a deep exhale, accompanied by pleading eyes.

"Let me check how ready you are," I whisper, enjoying her erotic moan when I move her lips apart and feel the wetness between them. She's dripping with desire.

"Good girl," I praise her, and she replies with a hearty groan when I start teasing her wet nub with my index finger. She's squirming, pressing her body against mine and getting up on her toes, her legs parting as she savors my touch.

I want her impaled on my cock so badly, but I don't think she deserves it quite yet. She'll have to earn it, beg for it. That's when I truly thrive.

I plunge a finger inside her, cupping her throbbing clit with my palm. She's so turned on that she starts rubbing herself against my hand in an urgent attempt to get off.

"Get rid of the thong," I command her, and she doesn't hesitate a second to grab it with both hands and slide it down over her ass, letting it drop to the floor, all the while keeping my hand wedged between her legs, my finger buried deep inside her inviting walls.

When I catch her eyes, I can see the vertigo of pleasure reflected in them. She's so desperate for an orgasm, I wonder if I should allow her to have one right now, earlier than planned.

I decide against it and remove my hand, licking my finger with relish as she stares at me, blushing with shame.

"Turn around," I say. "On the bed, on all fours. Your ass facing the foot of the bed."

She nods and obeys, following the instructions like a good girl, even hollowing her back to grant me a better view of her perky behind.

"On your elbows, hands together," I elaborate.

I expect her to throw me a quizzical look or ask me where I'm going with this, but instead she just follows my orders, lifting her ass higher as she leans forward on her elbows.

I walk around the bed and produce a short piece of rope from my pocket.

"Well prepared," Lana comments, as I begin to tie her wrists together and fasten them to the headboard.

"Always," I reply, smacking her ass with my right hand.

She yelps, but hollows her back even further, as if she's asking for more.

I think she is.

"You know, this is supposed to be a lesson, a punishment," I say, while unbuckling my belt. She turns her head to me and her eyes widen as I pull the belt out of the loops on my pants, turning it into a leathery sling in my right hand. "But I think you might be enjoying this a little too much."

She looks at me, her eyes wide with a combination of fear and anticipation.

I'm careful with the first blow, and the faint gasp she lets out as the belt hits her milky flesh is a telltale sign of the soft sting she endured. I give her a moment to process the feeling before I hit her again, harder this time.

She sucks in air, but doesn't make another sound, her forehead now resting on the sheets between her elbows.

"This is for missing class," I say, granting her an extra strong whip.

She yelps out in pain, and I add two more blows, each of them fierce but not too strong for her to handle. When I take a little break to give her some time, she's wiggling her behind up in the air, her skin blushing from the impacts. It's the most beautiful sight.

I need to taste her, and remind myself what that alluring body tastes like, radiating and flushed with endorphins. She earns two more blows with the belt, both of which she takes with astonishing grace, not moving an inch except for her hands that are yanking at their restraints. She's moaning into the mattress, her body squirming and her ass rocking from side to side, as she processes the pain.

She's slowly drifting into subspace, her moans growing quieter and longer. I throw the belt aside and start unbuttoning my shirt. She's flying too high to notice me undressing. I get rid of my clothes, only leaving on my black boxer briefs for now, and climbing onto the bed behind her, carefully placing my hands on her burning ass cheeks.

She groans and leans into my touch, exposing her clit as she does.

"Beautiful," I sigh. "So responsive and hungry."

She doesn't say anything in reply, but digs her face deeper into the sheets.

I spread her ass cheeks, exposing her even more until I'm faced with her glistening entrance. She stops moving and freezes with expectation.

I lean forward and taste her, wasting no time on gradual exploration, but going for her most sensitive spot right away.

She recoils, accompanied by a cry of pleasure. My fingers dig into the hot skin on her ass, spreading her even further apart while my tongue continues to caress her clit.

She's helpless, going back and forth between desire and shuddering, until I finally hear the word I was looking for.

"Please," she pleads, the sound muffled by the mattress.

My cock has been only half awake until now, but hearing her say that word brings it to full attention within seconds. It's the most erotic word that can come from a woman's lips.

"Please what?" I ask, stopping my treatment only for a moment.

She clenches. "Please..."

"Please what," I repeat, slapping her ass. She shrieks in surprise, followed by desperate whining.

"Please fuck me."

There it is.

I have no intention of making her - or myself - wait any longer, and I climb up to the head of the bed to reach for the condoms I have laid out on the night stand. I throw a quick glance at her, but she's hiding her face from me.

"I want to see you," I declare, grabbing her by the hips and turning her around. She follows and turns on her back, her arms still tied to the headboard above her head.

"Better," I growl, leaning forward to kiss her while I open the package and roll the condom over my length.

She reciprocates the kiss with more hunger than ever, obediently spreading her legs to invite me in.

I help her by placing my hands at the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs apart, as I tease her with my tip.

She sighs desperately, shifting beneath me and trying to move her hips closer.

"So impatient," I scold, acknowledging her with a wicked smile.

"Oh, come on!" she pleads, squeezing her eyes shut as her body continues to beg for my cock.

I ought to punish her for her impudence, but my own need takes a hold of me, making it impossible to resist any longer.

She welcomes me with the deepest, most desperate moan, arching her back as I fill her with my length, stretching her tight walls as I glide inside easily. She clenches around me, an alleviated smile on her face as she takes me in. She opens her eyes and searches for mine while I'm still hovering closely above her face. The blue in her eyes is shrouded with lust.

I lean down and kiss her again, before straightening up to fuck her, properly.

My thrusts are slow and appreciative at first, too slow for her. She yanks at her restraints, egging me to increase the force I use on her - and I respond.

Long and deep shoves follow in rapid succession of each other, making her squirm with desire. I grab her hips and lift her up, pounding into her with such brute force that I feared it might be too much for her, but she loves it. A smile accompanies her cries as I piston into her, galloping toward my own climax.

However, I will make damn sure that I don’t come without her. I continue to fuck her while drawing along her wet clit with my thumb, causing her to shriek with pleasure.

"I'm gonna-"

"Yes, you will," I say, increasing the pressure on her nub while my cock shoves into her.

She squeals and arches her back, her rapid breathing a telltale sign that she's nearing release. A sharp inhale and her eyes opening wide with wonder announces the arrival of her climax. Her muscles are clenching around me violently, causing me to follow moments after her orgasm erupts.

Strong waves of pleasure rock us both into post-coital relaxation, and I withdraw from her, eager to feel her heartbeat skin to skin next to mine, as she calms down.

I free her hands and lie down next to her, offering the curl of my arm for her to rest in. Her eyes are half closed as she rolls up against my side, her frail hand resting on my hard chest as she dozes off.

I almost begin to worry about how long she passes out next to me. It's been so long since I had a woman sleep next to me that I don’t remember what is standard in situations such as these. I feel drowsy myself and keep nodding off, but force myself to stay awake, so I don't miss out on anything.

So I don't miss out on her.

Her face has lost all its harshness, and she looks so different from the first day we met. That stubborn, arrogant girl who came up to me after class, scolding me for not being a real teacher, her speech lacking the respect I know I deserve and awakening the furious desire in me to break her. I wanted to see her beg for me, I wanted to make her cry out in pain and pleasure, I wanted to see her lose those strict inhibitions that govern her everyday life.

I managed to do all that. I've yet to see her on her knees in front of me, but beg she did, and she lost herself in me. She turned into a hungry bitch in heat, and she needed me to feed her.

But there's more to Lana.

When I fended off her narrow-minded accusations, I wanted nothing more than to annoy her, make her mad and put her in her place in the bedroom. I never expected her to listen and then to doubt herself.

There's potential in her, a passion for something other than the path that has been laid out for her. I would like to see her walk that new path, and I'd love to help her get there.

I don't want to break her. I want to see her flourish.