Page 45 of Jacqueline's Quest

Jaqueline put the tip of her index finger under his chin. “You’re a very dirty boy, esclavo.”

He sucked air between his clenched teeth. “Yes Madame, I am.”

“Clean up your mess then meet me in our room.” She adjusted her dress then sauntered off in the direction of their bedroom, which was across the hall from Thomas and AJ.

“So messed up.” He laughed to himself. Even if it wasn’t for him, he couldn’t deny how turned on it made him to be told by Jaqueline what to do.

When he was sure he cleaned up all of his mess, he zipped up then strode down the hall to his room. The door was closed so he knocked once before stepping inside. Jaqueline stood in the middle of the space, wearing the garter and stockings he loved and her bra. She’d also left on the heels. His cock jerked against the fly of his pants and his mouth watered.

“Strip,” she demanded.

Murray locked the door behind him then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boots and socks off. Once he shucked his jeans, he stood before her naked and aroused. He put his hands behind his back and assumed the pose for parade rest. Jaqueline crossed to him. She trailed her fingertips across his abs, causing the muscles to bunch and twitch. His dick gave a hardy jerk as well in anticipation and it took all of his will power to stand there without demanding she palm his cock.

“What’s this?” She cupped his sac and tugged.

Murray moaned. “My balls.”

“Whose balls?”

He smirked. “Those are your cum filled balls.” He shrugged. “If you want them.”

She ran her finger along his taint, and he grunted. “You’ll tell me everything you like, yes?”

“Yes,” he answered. “Madame.”

“Lay in the middle of the bed.”

“Yes, Madame,” he answered before climbing onto the bed.

When he was in position, she joined him. They’d had a conversation about sex which had been embarrassing, to say the least, and they'd both agreed to use condoms for the time being until they got the all clear from Rae, even though she'd been on birth control and he too knew he was clean. While Murray had done a little exploring, he'd found different hiding places for condoms. He’d be remiss if he didn’t say it piqued his curiosity and made him what the man did in the house when no one was around.

Jaqueline grabbed a silver disk out of the nightstand beside the bed and tossed it at him. “Put this on.”

“Is there a bigger one?” He frowned. “I use this one and it’ll break.”

“They all appear to be the same size,” she muttered. “Look.”

Murray glanced in the drawer and muttered a curse. “Well, it appears we’re at a stalemate,Madame.”

She pushed him back onto the bed then climbed up into his lap. He glanced up at her. “No coming inside me.”

He swallowed hard. “What a thing to tell a guy who’s never played the pull-out game.”

She grabbed his hands and placed them on the headboard then whispered, “Don’t move your hands or we stop.”

His dick jerked. “Yes, Madame.”

She positioned his tip at her entrance. Inch by glorious inch he slid into her. He shut his eyes and tried not to concentrate on the exquisite pain of her squeezing the hell out of his dick. The slick walls of her pussy quivered around him and he groaned. It was too good. How the fuck did she expect him to pull out with a snatch as perfect as hers?

Le petite mort.The small death. Now he understood the saying.

Jaqueline rolled her hips and moaned his name. Her head fell back on her shoulders, causing the ends of her hair to brush his thigh. Shit, he could feel the sensation in his balls, like millions of fingers tickling his nuts. He clenched his hands around the wrought iron bar, so not to let go and take over. He wanted to pound into her over and over until both of them were spent. Instead, he let her dictate the pace.

“Take your bra off,” he murmured. “Madame.”

“Why?” She cupped her breasts and squeezed.

“So I can suck on your puckered nipples. They have to be aching by now. Let me put my mouth on them while you bounce on my cock and get me all creamy.”

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