‘It’s nothing.’
He smacked my bum so hard and so unexpectedly that I kicked the picnic basket over.
‘Don’t lie,’ he hissed. ‘Now come on. Out with it.’
‘Just … you’ve had lots of experience and I’ve got none. And I feel like sometimes you might be goading me … a bit.’
‘By telling you about other lovers I’ve had?’
‘By telling me how bloody brilliantly submissive and sexy they were. Compared to me.’
‘Oh, but I’m not comparing them to you at all. That’s not what I’m doing. I’m just telling you what’s possible, giving you a bit of insight into the BDSM world. I don’t give a flying fuck whether you do any of those things or not.’
‘Really?’
‘Really. You have to find your own way. I’m here to help you with that. I’d like it if your way was my way, but it’s much too early to tell on that front. We might be perfectly suited, we might not. You might want certain things I can’t give you – who knows what’s going to happen? This is a journey with no fixed destination.’
‘You don’t wish I was one of your superfreak exes?’
‘Christ, no. You’re you, and I like you. Essentially, you can take a good spanking and you’re happy to be fucked morning, noon and night, so you’ll do very well for me.’
‘Mr Romantic.’
He laughed.
‘I think it’s romantic.’
‘You’re not normal.’
‘No, but neither are you, my love. That’s why we’re here like this today, with you arse-up over my lap in the open air and me trying to work out how I can stop you spouting insecure angst for long enough to shag you senseless.’
My pussy tightened, longing for his touch. ‘Oh, I hate you,’ I moaned.
‘But you want me,’ he whispered, granting the lightest of touches to my clit. ‘Don’t you?’
I nodded, unable to escape the fact.
‘I love that this is all new to you,’ he said. ‘But it’s a little scary for me too.’
He pushed his fingers in further and I melted into a puddle of lust.
‘Uh?’ was all I could say.
‘Being your first dominant lover. What if I put a foot wrong and taint the experience for you? I don’t want to do that. So you have to tell me, you understand? You have to tell me the minute something feels wrong. You promise you’ll do that?’
‘I promise. Oh.’
His fingers slipped inside me, testing my readiness.
‘I guess this isn’t feeling wrong, though,’ he said. ‘Judging by how wet you are. Punishment turns you on, I see. I’ll make it harder next time.’
He pulled out his fingers and displaced me from his lap.
‘OK, kitten,’ he said. ‘On all fours now.’
A light breeze blew over me, making my nipples throb, as I positioned myself according to his requirements. I was facing the lake, and I pushed out my rear, imagining Will’s eyes upon it, watching from the trees. He would know what was about to happen to me. He would see Jasper, getting the condom out of his jacket pocket, then unbuckling his belt, lowering his trousers, all the things he was doing that I could only hear and infer.
He would see Jasper’s erect cock, see the condom going on, see my thighs spread wide and ready, see my scarlet bottom cheeks thrust out so Jasper could admire his handiwork while he rode me.