Page 190 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Relax,” he urges me. “You can do it.”

I take a moment to still my raging thoughts and find that, as my panic recedes, I can breathe more easily. I keep my mouth wide as his cock glides back and forth over my tongue. As Jacob’s movements become more frantic, I’m gripped by an overwhelming urge to reach between my legs and seek my own release. The moment my fingers touch my engorged clitoris, Jacob fists his hand in my hair and pulls as a warning not to chase my climax.

As his hand wraps around the back of my neck, holding me in place, his thrusts become erratic. He’s close. A strangled sound escapes his throat. I’m surprised when he suddenly pulls out past my lips, which hold their o-shape for a moment. My eyes widen in shock as he moves with lightning speed to tear open the front of my dress. Before I know what’s happening, something splatters across my chest. It takes me a moment to realize what he’s done.

Jacob slumps back in his seat and I raise a hand to where his hot seed spurted across my breasts. He sits up with a grin and leans forward to smear his fluids on my skin.

“There you go,” he says with a deceptively pleasant smile. “A little reminder.”

“A reminder of what?” I snap.

It’s irritating that he’s marked me like this.

“That I’m the one in control and your pleasure comes only from me.”

As I reach up to wipe the sticky semen from my skin, he grabs my wrists in a grip that’s firm but not bruising. Our eyes meet and we hold the gaze for several long seconds. Then he lets go of me. With surprising tenderness, he buttons up the front of my dress and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“You can go and get some rest now.”

The way he looks at me conveys such passion, I can hardly believe he’s going to leave me hanging. I still have that impossible-to-ignore wet heat between my thighs, but it seems there’s no reward coming to me. When I’m alone, I’ll do something about it. As though he’s read my thoughts, Jacob issues a stern warning.

“Don’t forget what I said. Your pleasure comes only from me.”

By the time I reach the bedroom Jacob insists I think of as my own, my brain is practically boiling over with frustration. Sucking Jacob’s cock got me worked up in ways I wouldn’t have thought possible, and I can’t stop imagining what it would be like if he bent me over the chair and fucked me senseless. I need release and I’m going to get it even if it means disobeying my wannabe lord and master.

His commands are a load of bullshit. Do this, don’t do that, bow down to me in gratitude for spanking you. Who the hell does the big Irish brute think he is? Just because he looked out for me when I fell ill after Sophia’s shithead boyfriend slipped something into my drink, he doesn’t get to leave me hanging like this.

I storm into the bedroom and stop dead. Things are different to how they were when I went downstairs earlier, and yet it’s all bizarrely familiar. The throw pillows placed on the sofa and the linens on the bed are just like the ones from my apartment.

On the dressing table sit my jewelry box and the make-up bag my mother gave me for my fifteenth birthday. There’s also a bottle of the perfume I wear and my hair straighteners. Either someone has gone to a lot of effort to recreate my bedroom, or my belongings have been brought here. I move to the closet and open the doors. Sure enough, my clothes are there alongside the dresses Jacob provided me with. Like it or not, I’m here to stay for the foreseeable future.

I wonder what Sophia made of strangers coming in and taking my stuff. Then I realize I haven’t spoken to my roommate since the night at the club. I’ll have to get in touch and let her know I’m okay, if Jacob can be persuaded it’s safe for me to contact the outside world, that is.

As I try to decide whether I’m irritated by Jacob’s unilateral decision to move me into my home of if it’s a welcome change to have someone else taking charge, a wicked thought forms in my mind. I wonder if all my belongings have been brought to the house. I hurry to the nightstand and open the drawer. Bingo! My favorite toy is sitting there waiting for me.

Taking the purple silicone vibrator from the drawer, I remove my panties and settle back on the bed. I spread my legs apart and switch the toy onto the lowest setting, crossing my fingers the battery is charged.

Thankfully it is, but something makes me hesitate. Jacob was clear when he said I wasn’t to seek my own pleasure. It surprises me to realize I don’t want to disappoint him, even though his domineering manner irritates me. Of course, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt either of us and my urgent need for satisfaction outweighs my anxiety about getting caught.

I reach between my legs and let my fingers dance lightly over the soft, pink flesh. I tease my clitoris and it swells. A gush of wetness signals my body’s readiness. Just as I’m about to slide the silicone shaft into my sheath, I’m startled by the sound of a man clearing his throat. I sit up, heart racing to find Jacob standing by the door, his face like thunder.

“Where did you get that from?” he demands.

“My apartment,” I squeal, annoyed at my timidity as he crosses the room to tower over the bed.

“Tell me you didn’t go into a store to buy that.”

Is he concerned someone might have seen me buying it or that I’ve been frequenting seedy back-alley sex shops where all manner of people might hang out? I can’t be sure what his issue is. Either way, it doesn’t matter because I haven’t set foot in an adult store in my life, not even the ones on the High Street that are perfectly respectable. I shake my head.

“No, I bought it online,” I reply and then add, “from a well-known retailer.”

Jacob nods as though that satisfies him, but he still doesn’t look pleased.

“And just what were you about to do with it?”

The answer to that is pretty obvious, but I guess Jacob wants me to explain myself. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I try to think of a suitable response.

“I was going to…..” My voice trails off. I hate talking about stuff like this out loud. As I look at Jacob’s determined expression, I know he will not let me get away with some mumbled response. Pulling my shoulders back into a more confident pose, I look him straight in the eye. “I was going to use it to give myself an orgasm.”

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