Chapter Thirteen – Sandra
We spent the next two weeks having sex every night. Fortunately, with the lockdown, there was less and less work to do at the law firm. We still had the merger and a few clients, but most were putting things on “pause” until the crisis was over.
The kink training seemed to take over now. One day, Jack tied me up to some hooks leaving me hanging upon them for what felt like hours. Turned out, it was about ninety minutes, but hanging there all that time really made me crazy.
I started thinking, “What if Jack fell down the stairs and hit his head? I could be left here for days, maybe weeks before I was found. I could die up here!” I actually tried to pull free of the hooks, but Jack had tied me up good. The fear and excitement made it that more interesting when he crept into the room and suddenly touched me. By that time, I had been crying, aching for him.
It was quite the orgasm that night.
Another night, he tied me to the bed and left me there for three hours. This was much easier to endure. Quite frankly, I thought, under those circumstances, I’d just fall asleep. Somehow, I didn’t. I guess it was the anticipation. My mind raced under the blindfold. When Jack crept in the room and suddenly started touching me again, it was a surprise, mixed with relief and an ending to longing.
On yet another night, he put me on a literal pedestal and had bound my hands to my knees. He left me tied up in a kneeling position and blindfolded. The position was a little hard on my knees and back. I expected to be there for a long time.
Then, suddenly, Jack was in the room. He had pretended to leave but never left. I was leaning forward, and he came up behind me on the pedestal and started playing with my ass. He licked it and massaged it. Eventually, he opened me up with a butt plug and followed up with some light spanking.
After several minutes of this, I forgot all about the uncomfortable position. Then he pulled out the plug and stuck in his cock. He fucked my ass like nobody’s business. Then, just as he was about to cum, he pulled out, moved to the front, and ejaculated all over my face.
“Thank you, sir,” I said with his cum dripping down my cheeks.
“Did you like that, pet?”
“I did, sir,” I said genuinely. “Please, do it again.”
“In time, pet. In time.”
Jack untied me and proceeded to bring me to orgasm with his fingers. It didn’t take much. My lover knew just how to stimulate my insides with his digits. I was left panting on the bed, shuddering.
With all the sex, I found myself sleeping very soundly. By the time Jack would be finished with me, I would be sweating and exhausted from the sexual experience. He seemed like just the opposite. The more instruction and teaching he gave me, the more it seemed that he could keep going. It was like he was super energized while I was being pushed to my endurance limits.
But I decided that I wanted to push the limits. What were we now? Just a pupil and teacher? I wanted more. I wanted his heart. Jack had me tied up so that I was hanging in midair. He somehow only used his cock to touch me while putting his own hands behind his back.
Later, he let me down, and on the bed, we were having sex. I met his eyes at the height of our passions, or at least what I thought would be the height for both of us. The next thing I said seemed to displease him.
“Kiss me, Jack! Kiss me!” I exclaimed. “Let me kiss you while I’m having an orgasm!”
By the expression on his face, I knew this was not what he wanted. I had broken some kind of cardinal rule. Pulling out, he put me on my stomach and started spanking me. At first, I kind of liked it, but he took it to another level. After several minutes, my buttocks were on fire. He had really slapped me hard. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from crying out.
Suddenly, he marched out of the room, leaving me there wondering what I did wrong. I was so sore. I couldn’t roll on my back right away. I needed time for the soreness to die down.
As I laid there, panting, I thought about what they say about prostitutes. Prostitutes never kiss their clients. Was that what Jack thought I was? His whore? Could I have completely misread him from the start? Was I just some lonely girl obsessed with her career that fell into bed with the first man to pay attention to me?