I was still thinking about the things I'd seen in Jake's loft when we entered his bedroom. It's not every day one goes home with a man and finds shackles and chains on the wall, a suspended cage, and what I'd already fondly dubbed an orgy sofa, all in plain sight. Granted, we'd just spent the evening together in a fetish club, so perhaps I shouldn't have been so surprised.
Thankfully, nothing in the bedroom seemed too out of the ordinary...if you're a dom and a rigger, that is. I'd expected to see a large bed with lots of places to attach rope or restraints, and sure enough, Jake had one. Very sturdy and industrial looking, it took pride of place in the room. Everything else seemed, well, normal. I looked a bit suspiciously at the darkened ceiling and corners, making Jake laugh. He walked to the side of the bed and sat, then leaned back easily on his elbows, watching me.
When my eyes finished their circuit of the room and met his, I could feel his focus lock on me. "Strip for me," he said, his voice low but heated. "Put your clothes there," he indicated the top of a dresser with his chin, "then stand in front of me."
His words effortlessly brought me back inside that bubble, the one he'd somehow created between us in the club. They reignited all those new feelings I had. I felt them sizzling through my body, despite the literally countless number of times Jake had made me orgasm when he'd bound me and tortured me with a vibrator before taking me at Edge.
I took off my skirt and tee, then removed my boots before stripping out of the shredded leggings. After folding them and placing them on the dresser, I stood where he indicated. He hadn't taken off the collar that he'd put on me at the club, and I left it on. Jake pursed his lips and studied me, then said, "When you stand in front of me like this, you'll move your legs apart farther. Raise your arms and lace your hands together behind your neck. Now arch your back for me, pet. Stay just like that while I look at you."
I felt provocative and sexy at first, posed like a doll for his pleasure. But the longer Jake looked at me with that strange intensity, the more I felt something else -- I suppose it was a kind of objectification. As if I were his property, being inspected for any damage, anything that needed his care or attention. The feeling intensified when he stood up and walked slowly around me, touching me here and there.
His hand gripped my ass cheeks firmly and squeezed, causing me to yelp. He made an amused sound and then said, "Unfortunately, you're not still rosy from your spanking. Do you want to reissue your offer to let me redden your ass again?"
I hesitated, uncertain what to say. It still smarted where he'd paddled me. And right now, I wasn't sure that I wanted more. But there was an urge in me to say yes, anyway. That urge to please him in all things.
Jake watched me struggle and chuckled, "Relax, little bird. I'm teasing. I've got other plans for you at the moment." He continued to move around me, ending in front where he ran his roughened palms over my nipples, making me curl my toes into the soft rug underfoot. He held my waist in a firm grip as one hand traveled between my legs.
"I imagine you're feeling a bit sore after tonight," he said, almost regretfully, as he gently probed my pussy. "And your muscles are tight. Let's go take a nice hot shower."
Leading me by the wrist, Jake walked through an interior door to a bathroom. It wasn't large, but the shower was spacious enough for two and tiled from floor to ceiling, with multiple jets in the walls. He turned on the water, then unbuckled the collar and gestured for me to step in while he stripped out of his clothes. I stood under the heavenly jets, feeling them pummel those aching muscles. After a moment Jake joined me, then to my surprise began to wash me. He was embarrassingly thorough but oddly impersonal. I was struck again by the idea that he was taking care of me just as he would take care of his tools or his ropes after using them.
When I tried to reciprocate, he shook his head and nudged me toward the far wall, away from the jets. Lifting my hands above my head, he leaned in and kissed me, his hard cock pressed against my thigh. The hot water sluicing down combined with his demanding kiss to make me feel almost spineless. When he stepped back, I left my hands where he'd put them, thinking that's what he wanted.
He began washing himself, but after glancing at me again he said roughly, "Take your hands down and spread your pussy lips for me. Show me how well you've been used tonight by me."
Dear god, his words made that well-used pussy spasm again. With unsteady hands I did as he told me. Between the ropes and the vibrator and finally his cock, I must have been red and swollen. Jake's hand fisted on his cock, stroking it slowly. His fierce eyes never left my pussy. Somehow it reminded me of that first day in the hardware store, standing there in the aisle, made to do what Jake wanted by the sheer force of his will. I moaned helplessly and lifted my hips to make it easier for him to see me -- a move that won me a smile of approval.
At last he turned the water off, breaking the spell. While we dried off, Jake continued looking at me speculatively. He took my towel, tossed it into the shower, and pulled me against him. One hard arm pressed against my waist, the other circled my neck in a way that made my breathing speed up. His erection rubbed against my ass as he murmured, "Has anyone ever taken you there, pet? Fucked your sweet little ass?"
'N-no, Sir," my lips didn't seem to work properly as he continued to press against me.
"Hmmm...well, much as I'd like to take you right now, I think we'd better prepare you first...so you can enjoy it too."
I had my doubts about that. But before I could say anything, he simply bent me over the counter. His hand stroked where his cock had been, one finger dipping down to tease my rim in a way that made me rethink any objections I might have voiced. He chuckled lightly as I made a sound that was both anxious and needy. "Don't move. Stay just as I've placed you."
He walked into the bedroom, leaving me bent over. Looking at myself in the mirror made me feel shaky. I closed my eyes, only to see images I'd stored in the place inside where my submissive fantasies lived. Hadn't I thought about this? Fantasized about finding a master who would demand it of me? I felt a bit disoriented -- everything seemed to be going too fast. But that place inside whispered to me, reminding me that so far I'd loved everything that Jake had done. He wasn't cruel, not at all. But he was demanding. And I...well, I responded to that.
Jake returned, and I recognized what was in his hands -- an anal plug and lube. My eyes went to his, seeking reassurance. He put both items down on the counter in front of me, then leaned over my bent body until I felt the heat of him, and he whispered, "You'll be okay with this. I'll make sure of it. But if you don't want it, tell me now, little one."
His hand was beside mine on the counter. I moved just slightly so that mine was next to it, touching it. Somehow it made me feel safe. I replied, "I'm okay, Sir. I know you'll...take care."
He did more than that. He stayed bent over me, teasing his cock in the same place as before while his hands circled and pulled at my nipples. And his filthy words poured into my ear until I was begging for him to open me up, ready me for his use.
"My sweet pet, all I've thought about tonight is making you mine in every possible way. Keep your eyes on that plug. Soon you'll be wearing it for me. I'm going to fuck your swollen pussy while it's inside your ass. Stretched full like that, you'll be out of your mind. You'll grip the sheets, dig your nails into them, and beg like a little slut for permission to come. Then, later, I'll take your tight ass." His voice grew rougher, a little unsteady. "I'll teach you how to please me, please both of us, until you scream for your Master."
