She had to accept it; she was tied and at his mercy. There was nothing for it but to let him do his worst. His worst seemed a lot like his best from this position. The slight sandpaperiness of his chin and cheeks stimulated her tender skin and she craved more of it, wanting to luxuriate in that friction. He buried his face deeper while she tried to push back, giving herself to him as if she were the gift of an exotic feast.
He was certainly eager to sample her, flicking his tongue back and forth over her clitoris until she was on the very edge of crying out, then withdrawing and pushing his fingers inside her instead.
In the meantime, his mouth was busy on her bottom, delivering luscious, sucking kisses to her soft round curves. Her sensitised skin could hardly bear all the intermingling sensations, especially when his free hand crept up her belly and untied the little ribbons that covered her nipples. Now they were free to be rubbed and pinched, along with everything else that was happening. Her senses swirled into mindlessness. All that mattered was the building of her climax.
And it was coming – it was coming faster and faster, threatening to overwhelm her from the inside out.
It was so close, it was there . . . And then it wasn’t.
Jason removed his hands and his mouth and gave her one loud smack on her rump, waiting for her moan of protest to end before saying, ‘Thought I’d make it that easy for you, did you? I don’t think so, sweetheart. I want to get every penny of value out of your new gear.’
The next thing Jenna knew, Jason was lying with his head between her legs, looking up into the soaked strip of silk. He inhaled deeply, as if breathing her in, but he didn’t touch her. All he did was let out his breath slowly, so that it fanned her pussy lips and clit, all of which would have begged for his attention if only they could.
She made a sobbing sound, hoping it would make him take pity, but he didn’t.
‘Keep still,’ he said, when she tried to lower herself towards his face.
She huffed and tried again, but her reward was another sound smack to her bottom, so she decided to do as she was told.
‘Please,’ she whispered instead.
Another slow, warm breath circulated around her private parts.
Jason’s arms came up underneath her, his hands finding her nipples once more. He pattered his fingertips lightly on their swollen tips, then stroked, keeping up his slow, concentrated breathing between her thighs. It was so slight and yet so horribly arousing that she bucked again. Mistake. He left her nipples and brought his open palm down on her bottom again and again, six hard spanks this time.
‘Keep. Still,’ he said,
accompanying the order with two more percussive slaps.
‘How long?’ she wailed.
‘How long what? How long is a piece of string?’
‘Nooo. How long do I have to wait for . . .?’
‘For this?’ He put his hands on her hips and lifted his face quickly to her lower lips, pushing his tongue inside her knickers for a deep, full stroke of her clitoris.
‘Yes,’ she whispered, whimpering with disappointment when he dropped his head back down to the bed.
‘I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet. I like you like this, all quivery and wet and desperate and tied up. Oh! I know.’
He shuffled himself quickly off the bed, to Jenna’s considerable anguish. She couldn’t see what he was doing, her cheek pressed to the duvet, but she could hear the rustle of bags and tissue paper and she thought he must be getting the other underwear set out, for some reason. Or . . . oh no. The other thing.
‘Time for some artwork,’ he crowed.
‘Not too hard,’ she said hurriedly.
‘Oh, not in the mood?’ He paused, putting a hand on her bottom with what seemed to her like hesitation.
‘I wouldn’t say that,’ she said. ‘Just . . . not too hard. That’s all.’
‘I want to see the picture it makes.’
‘So do I. Hard enough for that, then. But my skin feels sensitive and I’m not sure how much I can take.’
‘That’s OK, babe. Just let me know when enough’s enough.’
‘I will.’