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“Yes, Sir, I do, but I’m scared it’s going to hurt. You know I don’t want to be hit,” Paula replied.
“But you agreed to try, and my decision is to punish you by pushing your limits, Paula,” Jackson stated quietly.
Paula closed her eyes. He was right, and she trusted him to go slowly. Why did she balk at impact play? She remembered her response to James flogging Laura at the club.
“Yes, Sir.”
Her compliance earned her a big smile before Jackson returned to the stove.
She went to the bag and started sorting through it. The suede flogger was a no-brainer, and she pulled it out without hesitating. Another flogger was made of soft hair, and she almost had to laugh at that one. Okay, that was a good one, too. The big scary whip stayed in the bag, as did the canes and a thick wooden paddle. She picked a slightly smaller paddle that was covered in black leather. She hoped the leather would absorb some of the impact. Before she could question her choices, Jackson stepped behind her and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.
“I see you made your selections.”
Paula nodded, zipped the bag closed, and asked, “Can we eat? It smells delicious.”
Jackson nodded and took her hand. “Come with me. It’s ready.”
Paula followed him to the table and sank to her knees on the pillow beside his chair without prompting.
Jackson stroked her hair. “You’re so beautiful like that. Relax, Melda.”
A dark cloth slid in front of her eyes, and Jackson tied the blindfold behind her head. From its cool, slick feel, she guessed it was silk.
“To help you appreciate good food more, I’m taking away your sight tonight. Give your eyes some rest, and enjoy what I’m feeding you.”
Paula didn’t know what to think of this new development. Jackson kept introducing new things before she’d grown used to the older ones. It was as if he wanted to keep her off balance. She was just starting to be comfortable kneeling beside him and eating what he fed her, and now she couldn’t see. A wonderful aroma of basil, garlic, and tomato reached her nose, and she opened her mouth without prompting. Jackson held the fork against her lips, and she leaned a little forward to take the bite from him. Filled pasta and homemade sauce had her humming her appreciation around the morsel. Jackson was a great cook.
The next bite he presented her was freshly baked garlic bread, and she lingered for a moment to lick the garlic butter from his fingers. She enjoyed his hum and realized she might have missed the sound without the blindfold.
Jackson alternated taking bites of dinner and feeding Paula. The little minx was testing his self-control. Naked and submissive, she was appealing to him, as always. Her sounds of pleasure when tasting the food he prepared and the teasing way she caressed his fingers with her lips and tongue drove him out of his mind. He was glad she was wearing the blindfold, so she couldn’t see his expression.
All in all, he was pleased with Paula. She hadn’t balked at following his rules, and by choosing the implements, she’d agreed to be punished for her transgression. It showed him she was getting more and more into a submissive headspace. He longed to push their relationship forward and have her with him in the house all the time. Jackson grinned at his rabbit fur flogger. He would definitely introduce her to that one after dinner.
“Did you have enough to eat?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, it was delicious,” she replied.
“Wait here for me while I put away dinner.” Jackson carried the plates to the dishwasher and was pleased to see her waiting on her pillow. Fuck, she was lovely.
“Good. It’s time for my dessert.” He lifted her and enjoyed the little squeak she gave. Jackson place her on the table with her legs dangling over the edge and pressed her upper body down on the flat surface.
Jackson circled the table, securing her arms and legs with rope he attached to the table’s legs. He took a moment to enjoy his handiwork.
With her legs bound open, her pussy was on display for his enjoyment. And enjoy this he would. He liked eating pussy. Having a sub helpless with sensation and driven out of her mind with lust was as much fun as fucking her. Jackson settled on his chair and dove in.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Still wearing the blindfold, Paula was helpless and vulnerable, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Bit by bit, Jackson took control. Her brain told her to protest and use her safeword, but softened and moistened, her pussy won.
When a warm mouth latched on to her, Paula would have come off the table if not for the rope holding her down. The sensation was unexpected and mind-blowingly carnal.
Jackson ate her out with so much gusto and skill that he had her wriggling against her bonds in a few minutes.
Oh, oh, oh!
Her leg muscles shook, and her belly quivered. So close, she was so close to coming.
He added sensation by pushing two fingers into her slick channel. She was almost there, but before she could reach her peak, he pulled away his mouth and kissed the inside of her leg.
