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SEVEN
JETT
Thank fuck.
My cock turns to stone as Bailey whispers her consent, giving me permission to do what I’ve been dreaming of all day. Ever since I made her come last night, my mind has been fixated on witnessing it again.
“We need a safe word,” I tell her. “What’ll it be?”
“Can’t I just tell you to stop if I want you to stop?” she questions.
I gently remove the blindfold from her eyes because I need her to understand how serious this is. Reaching over, I turn on the bedside lamp, and she squints as her eyes adjust to the light.
“Listen to me,” I say softly. “Even though I only want to bring you pleasure, there will be times where I’m pushing a very fine line toward pain. Depending on your tolerance and how needy you are to come, you may or may not be able to handle it. There might be points where your brain is telling you it’s too much, but your body wants to keep going. That’s why we need a word that cuts everything off—so I know you’re there. It’s extremely important to me that I never do anything you aren’t comfortable with. Establishing a safe word is a big part of that. Okay?”
She nods her head, swallowing thickly. “Yeah. Okay.”
I lean down, pressing my lips to hers in a soft kiss, grateful that she’s willing to do this in the only way I could move forward with it. “What’s it going to be, pretty girl? Any word you want, as long as you’ll be able to remember it if necessary.”
She contemplates for a few moments before speaking. “Rock.”
I laugh, because apparently some things never change. As kids, we’d scour the beach for hours, searching for the smoothest, roundest rocks. They couldn’t be too big, because she liked to hold them in her hands, rubbing her thumb along their surfaces as we walked and talked.
“Alright,” I reply. “ Rock , it is. Use it if you need to and we’ll pull the plug. There’s no shame in saying it, and we’ll discuss it afterward if you want. I never want to hurt you, Bay.”
She nods. “Okay. Can I please have my blindfold back?”
I chuckle, lifting the fabric between us. “This what you want?” I taunt, earning a cute little smile. She’s going to be a lot of fucking fun.
“Yes,” she says sweetly, and I lean back down, securing it behind her head and making sure it won’t move when she starts thrashing around. Because she will. I’ll make sure of it.
I waste no time dipping down and sweeping my tongue between her tits that are peeking out from the top of her nightie. Teasing my way upward, I nip gently at her neck, working toward her ear and dragging my teeth across her lobe as she begins squirming around on the mattress.
“I hope you’re ready to soak those little panties with how much you’re going to want me to touch you,” I say with my mouth pressed to her ear. “Because I’m not taking them off until I’m sure they’re wet enough to stick to your cunt as I pull them away from it.”
Ghosting my hand from her navel to her breast, I graze her nipple with a fingertip, making her arch into me for more as her mouth goes slack. She gasps when I give it a light pinch, and my cock weeps at the sound of her desperation. I can’t stop myself from pulling the fabric down and swirling my tongue around the peaked bud, feeling the bed shift as her legs open on their own accord.
“Look at that,” I say. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re spreading wide for me. What a good girl.” She whines in response, lifting her hips off the bed, but I pull away.
“Not yet, baby. You can try to fuck the air all you want, but it’s not going to give you what you need. That hungry pussy belongs to me right now, and it’ll get fed when I say it’s time.”
“Jett,” she whimpers, and I almost abandon the entire plan right then, because just hearing my name come from her lips in such anguish makes me want to give her everything.
I’ve done this with past girlfriends, but I can already tell that having the keys to Bailey’s pleasure will be unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The way she’s giving me her full trust and submission while we explore is making me feel like my only purpose in this life is to take care of her.
I reach behind me, grabbing the vibrator and switching on the main part. A dull buzzing sound fills the room, and she turns toward the source as if she’s being pulled to it. I take a small amount of mercy on her, pressing it to the skin on her inner thigh as she trembles with need. By the time I slide it upward and it touches her sensitive nub through her panties, her shaking legs are already parted wide in invitation.
“Stay still,” I warn. “I decide how much pressure you get right now. If you press against this toy, you’ll be punished. Your pleasure is mine from now on. Understand?”
“Y-yes,” she stutters, and scorching hot blood pounds against my pulse points as adrenaline courses through me. I can’t wait to make her come. Again and again until she’s begging me to stop.
I keep a steady pressure with the toy as I take in the sight below me. Bailey is lying there, blindfolded, one breast still out of her nightie, trying her best not to move even though I can tell by how tight every muscle is that she wants to. I peek down to where the vibrator is pressed to her needy clit, sliding it out of the way just enough to see her arousal as it leaks through the thin panties that cover it. Pushing the toy against her slit for a moment, I pull it away to find the lacy fabric clinging to the wet skin underneath. She moans in response, and I feel a part of my resolve crumble as I crawl down the bed and settle with my face between her legs.
“You’re being so good for me,” I praise. “I’m going to get these off. You made such a mess already.”
“Mhmm,” she whimpers, and I reach up for the sides of her panties. Her legs open wider, and although it wasn’t part of my plan just yet, I’m taken over by instinct as I lean forward and drag my tongue up the soaked fabric from ass to clit. As soon as her sweet taste registers, I know I’ll never crave another thing for the rest of my life. I let my eyes roll back as I take one more quick swipe before sitting back, pulling the ruined lace down her legs and tossing it aside.
Returning to my spot between her thighs, I bring the vibrator back to her swollen bundle of nerves, watching as it spasms at the contact. My cock is painfully hard, and I hump against the mattress to dull the throb as I do my best to keep from licking her again. I just want to get her worked up right now, because when she finally does explode for the first time, I don’t plan on stopping. I’ll wring orgasm after orgasm from her until she cries or says her safe word. And I can’t fucking wait.
“I’m gonna come,” she breathes, and I pull the toy away, making her whine in response. “Jett, please. I need to. Please. ” The sound of her begging only spurs me on as the release she was almost able to grasp onto floats out of reach.
“I know, baby. I know,” I coo. “Let me edge you for a minute. I promise I’m going to make you feel so good. Trust me, okay?”
She nods her head, relaxing back into the pillow as I dip one fingertip inside her, wetting it and using the slick arousal to rub tight circles around her clit. Her legs stiffen and shake as she resists the urge to lift into me, which I reward with more pressure. Only seconds later, her breathing quickens and her fists ball tightly, indicating that she’s nearing the summit again. I take my finger away, leaving her to writhe against the mattress as she whimpers in discomfort.
“Good girl, Bay,” I say softly. “You’re doing great. Your cunt is so swollen and dripping right now. Are you ready to come?”
“Please,” she begs, and I swear I have to clench my butt cheeks so I don’t blow from the desperation in her voice.
“Remember your safe word. This is going to get intense. Fight through it as much as you can for me, but if you need to stop, say rock and it’ll all go away. Okay?”
“Yes, just—make me come,” she gasps as I switch the vibrator to the highest setting and press it against her. She lifts up, and I allow it because I want her to take what I’m giving in whatever ways her body tells her to. What she doesn’t know is that this is the last moment of control she’s going to have until she puts an end to the scene, and I plan on showing her exactly how good I can make her feel.
“Take it, baby,” I grit out, pulling my knees up under me and sitting back on my feet while I lean over her. “Come for me. I want to watch this greedy pussy eat.”
With that, her back bows off the bed as her orgasm shoots through her. My eyes can’t settle on a focal point, alternating between the beautifully twisted expression on her face, her hands pulling against the restraints above her head, and her cunt as it contracts, pushing more wetness out of her and down toward the mattress.
It goes on for what feels like minutes, until she slowly comes back down to earth, relaxing against the pillow as the pleasure ebbs away. I pull the vibrator back and turn it off, setting it aside for later before sliding my hand between her legs and ghosting my fingertips along her swollen lips. Her body jolts at the contact, but I continue, giving her a small taste of the overstimulation that’s about to consume her within the next few minutes.
“You good to keep going?” I ask, using my free hand to push a sweat-soaked strand of hair off her forehead. Even with the blindfold over her eyes, she’s stunning with her flushed, glowing skin and pouty lips.
“Yeah,” she replies quietly. “I want another one, please.”
“What a polite girl,” I praise, resuming my circles on her clit. She moves around a little, still clearly sensitive, but she’s had enough time to recover that it isn’t too uncomfortable. “I’m not going to stop at all after this next one. I want to see if you can go back-to-back for me. You know what to do if it becomes too much.”
“Mhmm,” she moans, and I lean down for a quick kiss before I get back to work building her up. Her swollen bud hardens with every pass of my fingers as her breathing becomes labored and her muscles begin winding themselves tight. I’m already learning her body, so when I know she’s close, I move back between her legs, lying on my stomach so I’m ready when she comes. I’m about to show her what being with a Pleasure Dom is really about.
“Oh my God, I’m going to fucking come!” she shouts, and I pick up speed, rubbing her clit from side to side until she finally lets go, shaking with her second orgasm of the night. I work her through it, but this time when her body begins to go slack, I don’t pull back. Instead, I push two fingers inside her sensitive pussy, making her whimper in response as she attempts to twist away from me.
“Good girl,” I say. “You can take it.”
“I c-can’t,” she stutters, trying harder to move out from under me. I wrap my free hand around her thigh, forcing her to open wider and staring down at my fingers as they disappear inside her. The sounds her body is making are absolutely obscene as her arousal splashes out in drops every time I retreat.
“You’re going to,” I taunt. “Whether you like it or not, baby, I’m forcing it out of you. I own this used little cunt, and if I want it to come, it’s going to come.”
She whines loudly, thrashing from left to right as I tighten my grip on her thigh and dive forward, latching my mouth onto her clit as she screams. My cock swells with the need to release as I continue fucking her with my fingers and flicking my tongue as quickly as I can in an effort to get her to the edge again. When I feel her inner walls clamp around me so tightly that I can’t move without the risk of breaking them, I suck, making her go off like a firework for the third time tonight. Her entire body lifts off the mattress, convulsing wildly as she orgasms so hard, I’m not completely sure that she’s even coherent. My restraint snaps and I lose control, rutting against the bed until I fall over my own climax, soaking my briefs with cum as I grunt loudly.
I can’t remember the last time I came without some form of skin-to-skin stimulation, yet I’ve done it both times with Bailey.
“Jesus Christ,” I say on an exhale, removing my fingers from her and dipping them into my mouth to clean them off. I bring my eyes to her pussy and as much as I know I shouldn’t keep pushing—I need more. Testing to see if she can handle it, I lean back in and ghost small licks over her clit, making her legs slam over my ears before I force them back open.
“Jett, I can’t,” she whispers, but I keep going, circling around it with my tongue.
“I know, Bay. You’re doing so good. I know it hurts. Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes,” she replies.
“Use it,” I order, pushing my tongue inside her sensitive cunt. She attempts to pull away, but I can’t control myself enough to let her go. I need it. I wait to hear her pull the plug, but while every movement she’s making screams that she’s done, she doesn’t actually say the word.
I rear my hand back, slapping the overused bundle of nerves and making her hiss a sharp breath through her teeth. “Use the fucking word, Bailey. I won’t stop until you do. I came all over myself and I’m already hard again. I can do this all night.” She stays quiet aside from the small whines that escape her every time my breath ricochets off her skin. Even that is making her squirm.
Either this girl is certifiably insane, or she’s just fucking perfect for me.
I abandon my place between her thighs for a moment, crawling up to remove the cuffs from her wrists and kissing each one before pulling the blindfold from her eyes. They're closed, and she looks absolutely exhausted, but they slowly flutter open when she realizes I'm there. I’m worried she might slip into subspace without me noticing, so I want to check and make sure she’s good to continue. I honestly didn’t think she’d last as long as she has, but she’s surprising the hell out of me.
“Hey, pretty girl,” I say quietly, capturing her gaze. “You still here with me?” She nods her head, and I brush my fingers along her warm cheek, my heart squeezing in my chest as she leans into my touch. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she replies weakly. “But will you stay up here with me?”
I huff a quiet laugh. “Of course, I will. Matter of fact,” I say, reaching down and peeling my cum-soaked briefs down my legs and tossing them to the floor, “we’ll do it together, face-to-face this time.”
“Okay,” she says as I slide on top of her, settling my body between her open legs. I have to breathe deeply to get my bearings as I feel my bare cock press against her wet center, reminding myself of what I have to lose if I don’t take my time before moving us to the next level. I don’t give a fuck that I just got her back. I already know the attachment I’ll feel to her once we cross that line isn’t something I’ll be able to let go of.
The moment Bailey Hart lets me inside her is the moment I’ll fall irrevocably in love. I’ll be powerless to stop it from happening. I can feel it in my soul.
“Ready?” I ask and she nods, closing her eyes as I start to thrust against her. She’s absolutely soaked, making it easy to rub myself along her slit, feeling how swollen she is from what I’ve put her through tonight. Her legs shake and squeeze my hips, then drop open wider as the friction gradually turns from pain to pleasure. The sounds of discomfort that were squeaking out of her moments ago morph into ones of relief, and she angles her hips under me so I’m hitting exactly where she wants me to.
“There’s those pretty-girl moans,” I say. “I’m so fucking hard for you, Bay. Can’t wait to feel you gush on my dick when you come.”
“Jett, fuck me,” she whimpers. “I want you so bad. Just, please .”
Goddamn it.
I could. It would be so easy to just reach over, grab a condom and fuck her until the sun comes up. But I won’t. Not until she understands what it means for me.
“Look at me,” I say, and she opens her eyes, connecting them to mine. “We can’t yet. Because once we do, I’m not letting you go again. It’ll never just be a fuck with the goal of feeling good and moving on. When we take that step, it’ll change our lives, so I need you to really think about it for a few days. If you’re completely ready for that at the end of the week, I’ll make love to you, Bailey. And then I’ll keep you forever.”
Her eyes close and she exhales contentedly, nodding in agreement. I hope she understands what I’m not saying here. It may seem crazy, but the bond we share isn’t one that can be broken by any amount of distance or time. This girl is all I have left of the life that was taken from me when I was just a kid, and making the decision to give her all of myself is as easy as breathing. She’s been a part of me since I was six years old, even if the majority of our lives were spent unknowingly finding our way back to one another. I just want to make sure that if she wants to jump into this thing headfirst with me, she does it because she feels the same way. If she doesn’t yet, I’ll wait for as long as she needs me to.
“Let’s come together,” I say, grinding against her as our orgasms build. I can tell she’s still overstimulated, but she takes it like a champ, shifting herself under me until she’s getting what she needs. I concentrate on not slipping inside as she moves, even though I’d give anything to feel her just for a second. But I want it to be perfect the first time, so for now, I focus on the way her swollen lips feel as they massage my cock.
“I can’t wait to fuck you for real, Bay,” I grit out. “I’m going to pump you so full of my cum. And you know what’ll happen when I do, don’t you? ”
Her eyes go wide and her mouth parts as she looks up at me, nodding her head rapidly.
“Say it,” I plead. Even if she decides she doesn’t want me in the end, I want to get lost in this moment, dreaming about what could be if she did.
“You’d—you’d,” she stammers, and I can tell she’s teetering on the ledge of her orgasm as I keep thrusting the head of my cock into her clit.
“I’d what, pretty girl?”
“Get me pregnant,” she moans loudly as her body stiffens and she comes all over me. Just hearing the words makes my vision go black, and my orgasm hits so hard I nearly pass out. I have yet to blow my load inside this woman, but every time she makes me explode, it’s the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced. I’m afraid I might actually die when I finally fill her up. It would be worth it if I do. I have no doubts about that.
I slow my hips as we both come down, our heavy breaths and satisfied moans mixing together as I lean down and kiss her gently. “Thank you for coming back to me,” I whisper, and my heart feels like it could burst out of my chest with the way she looks at me. I know she’s feeling at least a small amount of what I am. There’s no way what we just did didn’t mean something to her.
“It was fate,” she replies, and now I know she’s right there with me.
I lower my forehead to hers, letting the last of our orgasms fade away as we breathe each other in. Our hearts are both pounding wildly as I lie on her with our chests pressed together, and I swear they sync up to the same rhythm like they were waiting years to be able to beat as one again.
Two days.
That’s all it took for me to become whole again. After all the suffering in my life, I finally have someone to look forward to sharing it with. I just hope that at the end of the week, she doesn’t break me all over again.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, kissing her quickly and heading to the bathroom. I turn on the sink, waiting for the water to warm as I grab two washcloths from the shelf, hold them under the tap, and add some body wash from my toiletry bag. I clean the cum from my stomach and dick, preparing the other one for Bailey.
Leaving the room, I walk to the refrigerator and take out a bottle of water, then swipe a banana from the dish on the corner table before returning to the bed.
“Can you drink for me?” I say as she lies there, practically asleep, and reach under her neck to prop her up against the pillow. She groans in annoyance, and I chuckle as I hand her the bottle, which she thankfully takes. I watch her as I peel the banana and offer it in exchange for the water. She looks at me with defiance written across her face.
“You have to eat,” I tell her softly. “I just put your body through the wringer. You did amazing, and you might feel great now, but it may be a different story when the endorphins wear off. You’re at risk for something called sub drop, which is a very unpleasant experience I’d like to avoid, so please eat and drink for me.”
“Fine,” she sasses, taking it from my hand. “But only because your dick is huge and you just made me come about a hundred times.”
I raise a brow. “You better watch your mouth, Bay,” I warn. “Just because I get off on giving you pleasure doesn’t mean I won’t punish you. It would be an honor and a privilege to turn that tight little ass red.”
She tucks her lips between her teeth, hiding her surprise before taking a small bite of the banana. I smirk as I bring the washcloth to her overstimulated core, wiping gently to clean her as carefully as I can. She jumps at the contact, hissing a breath through her teeth.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I apologize. “Is it sore?”
She smiles. “It is, but I really like it. It’s never been that good before.” Part of me internally fist pumps because I made her feel better than anyone ever has, but the other part hates the fact that we were separated long enough for her to live a whole other life without me.
No more. At least not if I have anything to say about it.