Page 27 of Filthy Commitments
She laughed and smiled. “How I wish we could, Jett. I’ve really fucked it all up. Your mother made me show her pictures of my family. She was certain I had some on my cell, and I didn’t know what else to do. She’s seen their faces. I told you I’m a terrible liar.”
I blinked as I stared into her eyes. “You know what I think will make us both chill the fuck out?”
“Morphine?”
I ran my hand up her silky thigh until I came to the edge of her khaki shorts. “No, a little love making should clear our heads and help us think.”
“I agree.” She ran her hand over my cheek. “And I’d like to try out my skills on you to help you relax.”
“Your skills?”
She nodded. “I practiced fellatio on a cucumber before I met you. Wanna let me give it a shot on you?”
Well, who the hell says no to that?
Asia
The crystal chandelier made Jett’s eyes sparkle as they caught all the tiny refractions of light. He’d made sure to please me every time we’d been intimate. I had no one to compare Jett to, but I thought he was a selfless lover. He always thought about me and how I was feeling, what made me feel good, what made me happy.
It was time I got to do something for him. As far as being a Dom went, I didn’t think he was much of one. I did ask what he did with his other subs. He told me, he mostly wanted them to be quiet, do as he said, he hadn’t talked to them much. He admitted to treating me nothing like he had treated any of the others. When I asked him why he thought that might be, he said it was probably, because he had another agenda with me, the fake marriage thing. Jett had a definite idea of what kind of relationship he thought marriage was.
Respect was mutual. All things were shared. And you knew, no matter what that you could depend on each other through thick and thin. He explained how hard it was to take women seriously when you have a lot of money. Many only want your money. It can and had made Jett a man who trusted no one. Except me. He was beginning to trust me. Without even trying, I’d managed to earn some of his trust. I wasn’t sure how I’d even accomplished that. But I was glad I had.
Jett was exceptional. I didn’t know the man he said he was, I only knew who he was with me. That man was kind, considerate, and loving. That man was the kind of man a woman could truly fall in love with. Trust with her life. And I was doing all of that. He piled the pillows behind his head as I eased up from the end of the bed. Unbuckling his belt, I went for the button, next unzipped the zipper of his khaki shorts that cutely matched mine, and gently took out his half-engorged cock.
One kiss to the top had him gathering my hair in his hands to pull it out of the way. “I wanna watch.”
I smiled then ran my hands up and down his long length and placed my lips at the top. Opening my mouth, I used my lips to sheath my teeth and moved down his silky dick. The deep moan he made had me feeling like he was happy with my technique, a thing I was a little worried about. When I’d searched the internet for how to give a great blowjob, I found many that said the same things. As long as you don’t bite or scratch with your teeth, there really was no way to give a bad one!
As I went up and down, he grew and grew, going deeper down my throat. “Oh, baby… you’re taking me like a pro. Damn, are you even real?”
I was very real and I had high hopes he’d come to see what we had wasn’t made up. It may have started that way, but we were building something that was very real. If only he’d see that and stop pretending we were married, we might be able to grow as a couple, instead of the fake marriage scam he had going on.
He moved my head faster. “Oh, baby, I’m almost there. Wanna try to swallow?” I hummed a yes and he understood. “Oh, God! Hum some more. Shit! You’re incredible, baby!”
Only a few more strokes then I moved one hand to fondle his balls and he was shooting cum down my throat. It went so quickly; it went down smoothly. I was pleased with myself and licked him clean as he groaned.
“So, that was alright then?” He answered with a nod as his eyes were closed and he was deeply relaxed.
I got up and went to the bathroom, finding my toiletry bag that had already been put on the long vanity with double sinks. Finding my toothbrush, I set about cleaning my mouth up, because let’s face it, what guy wants to taste their own cum?
I’d just rinsed my mouth when Jett threw open the door, butt naked, and began to undress me at a frantic speed. Then he turned me around and made me face the mirror. He pushed the top half of me down on the vanity and thrust into my ass. I moaned and gasped at the same time, “Yes!”
Jett had messed with my ass a lot, but hadn’t gotten his cock all the way into it. It burned nearly the same way as when he first put his cock into my vagina, oh how I liked this too. I watched in the mirror as he fucked me. And he watched himself too. His eyes were glued to our bodies, mine were glued to him. His muscles and how they rippled, made me hot. Sweat was making his skin shiny and his long hair clung to his face.
At that moment, I felt like he was in Dom mode. Taking what he wanted and not wanting to talk about it. There was a fire in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Somewhere inside of me, I was telling myself I should be afraid. The Jett I knew might be retreating and the Dom he really was, was coming forth.
Could I handle the next few months with a real Dom?
Perhaps the blowjob had been a mistake. Perhaps I’d been just like all the rest of the subs he’d had and it tarnished me in his eyes somehow. Whatever had happened, it didn’t matter. Because I loved this version of Jett too! He was all man. And as brutal as he seemed, I was taking it. Enjoying it as much as he was. Jett could treat me any way he wanted. As long he was with me, that’s all that mattered.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me and lifted me up, turned me around and put me up against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him as he forced his cock into me. His mouth crashed onto mine, forcing his tongue further into mine than he ever had. Everything he was doing was intended to be forceful and invasive, I could tell that, instinctively.
Was the honeymoon over? Did I care if it was?
Making love was great, and I thought we’d do that more, but this fucking stuff was hotter than hell! His mouth left mine and went to my neck. He tortured it with bites then pulled on it as he sucked it. I ran my hands over the bulging muscles on his back, as I tried not to scream with desire. If we’d been in our home, I’d have raised the roof with animal-like howls. He was turning me into a wild woman. And I was loving every moment of my transformation.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me away from the wall and carrying me to the shower. “Turn it on,” he growled at me. I reached around him and grabbed the knob, turning it to warm. The water fell on us like a warm summer rain as he pushed my back up against the cool tiled wall and savagely pummeled me once more.
