A Lesson in Blackmail - Black Mountain Academy

“Perfect,” he murmurs, and he stands so suddenly that I squeak and wrap my arms around his neck. “Little mouse.” He laughs low. “Like I’d let you fall.” He shakes his head, and he steps into the tub and lowers us into the water. Without making me think about it, he spins me around how he wants me, between his legs and leaning back against his chest. “How do I turn on the jets?” he asks, and I point to the button in one corner of the tub, loving that he didn’t ask me if I want them on, not forcing me to make a decision, just asking how to get what he wants.

Before he pushes it though, he picks up my citrus body wash from several bottles I have on the edge and holds it up to read the label. I smile when he pops it open and brings it to his nose, giving it two audible sniffs. “Mmm, this is what you wore tonight,” he says, more to himself than to me, and then I giggle again when he tells me, “This is my favorite part.” I watch curiously as he turns the bottle upside down and squeezes a figure-8 of green soap around my breasts, making me squeal at the cold liquid, but I don’t move, wanting to see what he does next. And then he pushes the button to turn on the jets, and I grin in delight as he laughs boyishly when the tub quickly fills with a thick cloud of bubbles.

He kicks his legs a little when the bubbles get too high, and it dissipates them enough that they’re not in my face. We relax in the jets for a few quiet minutes, taking in the simple pleasure, and then he reaches behind him and pushes the button again to turn them off, and immediately the bubbles start to pop all around us. I close my eyes as I rest my head back somewhere between his shoulder and chest and feel his arms come around me. Using only his big, calloused hands, he begins to rub his palms along my body starting with my biceps and working all the way down my arms until he momentarily laces his fingers with mine before working back up again. Then he moves inward to my breasts, massaging them gently, and I glance down to see they look so much smaller when giant hands are on them. But he doesn’t seem to mind, seeing as his cock hardens behind me.

He takes a split second to reach between our bodies to adjust his erection so it lies straight up to his belly button. He picks up where he left off, caressing my breast before rolling my nipples between his thumbs and the knuckles of his pointer fingers, and I gasp and arch my back to get closer to his hands. But he lets go of them and continues his massage downward over my ribs then farther to dip into my belly button, making me twitch. His long, muscled arms reach farther, until he cups my center, and I hold my breath, wondering what he’ll do. Now that I’ve come fully back into my body, I feel the soreness between my legs. He must feel how swollen I am, how wonderfully used my pussy feels after what he did to me, because his touch is gentle as he presses the V of his first two fingers on either side of my slit, massaging them up and down my lower lips.

I purr as I melt against him, letting my legs fall wider apart over his. I feel the slickness as he dips his fingers into my pussy, trying to hold still as he rubs carefully, cleaning away his cum and my juices. He moves then, and I’m in such a trance I don’t realize I’m trapped until his legs hook over mine. It’s then I feel his other arm has come around the front of me to hold down my arms, so now my legs are locked open and I can’t move my upper body.

I’m at his mercy, and he’s got a free hand and an obscenely long reach.Chapter 10EvieWith my breath starting to come in pants, my heart starts to pound, never having been aroused again so closely after coming out of aftercare. But like the good Dominant Nathaniel is turning out to naturally be, he senses my change in emotion and asks, “Color, little mouse?” against my ear from behind. His breath sends a shiver down my body, tightening my nipples even further.

“Um… green. Just… unexpected. I’m… I’m okay.” I nod.

“Very good,” he rumbles low, and he continues where he left off, toying with my pussy. He plays with my clit with the pads of two fingers, making fire spread from my core outward. I can barely move an inch, and only my hips, and I press my head back against him, turning my face so my forehead presses against his jaw.