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Part 3
He didn’t hear from Jazz for another few weeks. He left her a message, but just like before she didn’t reply.
He tried to get on with his life, but he was distracted. He lost interest in partying, the swarm of girls clinging to him started to irritated him. He didn’t notice his friends’ and colleagues’ curious looks when he turned down yet another party invitation.
He looked at Jazz’s website again. He got into that habit recently, trying to figure out what she was doing, where she was going.
He stared for ages at her profile picture. Here, holding her camera up in one hand, wearing a white shirt and a cool trilby hat, she looked very professional. She had that dazzling smile on her face and James suddenly felt jealous of whoever took that picture. He was convinced it was a guy. Lucky bastard! For him Jazz mostly had her mocking smiles.
James noticed a new gallery uploaded on her website, a photoshoot with a metal band he never heard of. He wondered if she was fucking them all, then remembered she didn’t fuck her clients. Maybe when they stopped being her clients then, just like she did with him.
An image of Jazz in the hands of four big, rough looking guys made his dick hard in an instant. He jerked off to the mental picture of her being fucked in every hole at once, moaning loud and screaming when she climaxed several times. She was very vocal and James Ioved that about her.
Why was she not calling him again?
Finally, two weeks later, he got a message.
“9pm, on Friday, don’t be late.”
That’s it. Not, “how are you?”, “Do you have any plans?” Just an order.
He got angry at first at this cold, bossy treatment, like he was her toy. Then he realised the extent of his relief that she messaged him at all and his anger increased.
Fucking witch! Beautiful, irritating, lovely, bossy witch!
He knew he was helpless. No matter how badly she treated him, one word from her and he would do anything.
So, just as before, he appeared outside of her door two minutes to 9pm. She didn’t keep him waiting for long this time. She opened the door with a smile, dressed only in what seemed to be an oversized top, her feet were bare. As always, she looked delicious.
They sat on the sofa again, it seemed to be their routine. James wondered who else sat on this sofa in similar circumstances.
He felt an unpleasant squeeze in his chest and realised he was jealous.
Jazz looked at him in the way that if it wasn’t her, he would have thought she was concerned. She moved a bit closer and put her warm, soft hand to his cheek. James closed his eyes.
“How are you?” he heard her quiet voice and for a second imagined that she really cared.
“I’m ok,” he replied, enjoying the feeling of her fingers stroking his face. He didn’t usually get such a tender treatment.
“You’re not ok, are you?” she said with the same gentle voice. “News travels fast, your friends are worried about you. Apparently, you stopped partying and all you do now is work.”
James didn’t say anything. What was there to say? That he didn’t want to see anyone apart from her? That when she didn’t call him for weeks he could think of nothing else apart from what she was doing and with whom? He tried to distract himself by working.
“I got bored of parties,” he said grimly in the end.
He could feel her eyes on him when he took a sip of his drink.
“Come here,” she gestured for him to move closer.
He put his glass down and moved towards her, unsure what she wanted.
She wrapped her arms around his head and shoulders and brought it to her chest. He felt the softness of her breasts and the smell of her perfume. He had no idea why she was doing it but it made him feel a little better. He didn’t even notice how miserable he has been feeling lately.
Jazz stroked his head gently, then moved her hands to his neck.
The warmth of her body, her perfect shape, covered only by one, thin layer of material had an immediate effect on James. He lifted up his head and took her face in his hands to give her a long, passionate kiss. He was hungry, almost dying from starvation, not being able to see her for the last few weeks.
Now, here she was, so close, he could not wait any longer.
“I need to fuck you now…” His voice was urgent when he straddled her and pushed her body against the sofa. He pulled the top from underneath her, almost ripping it when it wouldn’t let go fast enough.
The fleeting thought crossed his mind that she would pornolar say no, push him away in her usual bossy way, dictating the rules.
She didn’t.
James got off her, only to roughly turn her around to get her kneeling on the sofa with her arms resting on the back. Jazz parted her legs when he knelt behind her, unzipping his jeans. He forced his dick inside her pussy. She was tighter than usual, he didn’t give her any time to warm up. He pressed his body on her, pinned her to the sofa and moved fast. He pushed her head down on the sofa back and bit her neck, breathing heavily.
Jasmine was quiet. Only her faster breathing indicated the effects that James’ action had on her. She did not move even though it must have been uncomfortable for her being squashed like that. She just gave herself to him.
Fuck! Why is she doing this?! Being so wonderfully submissive, letting him do whatever he wanted. He pressed harder on her, fucking her more rough than he had ever done before, waiting for her to say stop. She didn’t.
Not even when he grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and closed his hand on her throat.
He was close to climax, his thoughts tangled, unanswered questions still milling in his head, tension unbearable.
When she did not stop him after he bit her shoulder so hard that he drew blood, he almost cried from confusion and finally came deep inside her.
He pulled out and released her immediately, breathing heavily, shocked by what he’s done.
She looked a mess, a red patch on her cheek when he was pressing her face to the sofa for too long, hair tangled up, dark bloody mark from his teeth clearly visible on her right shoulder.
James closed his eyes for a second.
Fuck!
“I’m…I’m sorry…” he mumbled, suddenly scared, and ashamed. The words sounded pathetic.
What do you say to someone you just mutilated during the act of confused passion?
Jazz looked at him, no mockery, no sarcasm on her face. No fear either. Just the same concerned look she gave him earlier.
“Are you feeling better now?” Her voice was quiet.
James shook his head.
Why is she not screaming at him, throwing him out, calling Police?
He felt worse for doing that to her, still confused why she made no attempt to stop him. Was that another one of her games? And why did she look at him with such concern? He didn’t deserve her concern.
Jazz looked at the bloody mark on her shoulder, James followed with his gaze.
“Why didn’t you stop me?” he asked in a feeble attempt to alleviate his guilt by pushing some of the blame on her. “You can’t do it,” he added more forcefully, not even sure what he meant by it any more. Can’t boss him around? Can’t drive him wild by being so submissive? Act like she cared?
“0h really?” Jazz raised her eyebrows. The mocking smile that finally appeared on her face made James feel better, like he was back on the familiar ground.
Jazz, back to her bossy self, still irritated him, but at least he knew he couldn’t hurt her.
She took the glass from his hand, got up and pulled him towards the bed. She picked up a long silky scarf on the way.
“We’ll see what I can and can’t do,” she muttered, pushing him on the bed.
She crawled on top, sat on his legs and tied his wrists to the metal bars. The knots were tight, but he didn’t resist.
She slowly slid lower, kissing his neck and chest, down to his navel and below.
James could see her round but sticking up behind her head, felt her soft warm kisses and his dick getting hard again.
She didn’t seem upset, and he couldn’t make sense of that.
Will she try to teach him a lesson? Take revenge? She came down to his dick and took it in her mouth. She was much more rough than before, no gentle teasing on licking and James found it surprisingly arousing. His dick pulsed in her mouth when she grazed it with her teeth, getting close to causing pain, but not crossing that line. He wanted to put his hand on her head to guide her to his pleasure, but with his wrists tied to the bed, he felt the first jolt of frustration. It quickly dissolved in more pleasure as Jazz let go of his dick to lick his balls.
Oh shit! That was good!
She took them in her mouth and sucked on them hard, his body tensed a little when it became too hard. She must have noticed, she moved back to his dick, grabbing it just that little bit too rough, but not enough to take away the pleasure.
She straddled him, slid his dick deep in xhamster her wet pussy and came back to his mouth. James, still unable to move, felt another pang of frustration. It only increased his desperation for her. He wanted her deeper. He jerked his hips up towards her, but she was in control. It drove him crazy, feeling her around him, not able to touch, to fuck her as he wanted.
Jazz held his lip between her teeth and still riding him increased the pressure until it became painful. She dug her nails in his shoulders leaving red marks blending the pain with pleasure pushing the balance from one side to another until he started confusing the two.
James was never treated like that before, he never imagined allowing anyone to treat him this way. He’s done his share of rough treatment to the girls and noticed that they seemed to enjoy it. His arrogance led him to believe they were doing it to please him.
He’s done it to Jazz too. She mocked him and bossed him around, but once in bed she let him do whatever the fuck he wanted and that was messing with his head even more.
Now the roles were reversed and James understood the appeal of being handled rough.
Jazz got off his dick reached under the mattress and pulled out the small bottle.
“Coconut oil,” she said briefly, seeing the question in his eyes.
She poured it on her hands and knelt between his legs pushing them apart. She took his dick in her hands sliding them up and down and circling her fingers and thumb around it.
This was amazing! James closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her hands sliding lower to his balls, covering them with the oil. He felt her mouth closing around the tip and she sucked on it gently.
Her oil covered hands moved to the sensitive skin between his balls and his butt.
James groaned. Shit! That was new and wonderful. She moved further and he knew she wasn’t going to stop there.
James didn’t want her to stop. No one ever touched his butt hole before. James breathed heavily when she circled her finger around it, teasing it gently. He moaned when she touched on it.
Fuck, he wanted more.
Jazz’s finger pressed on his butthole and he tensed up instinctively.
“Just relax baby…” he heard her murmur and wasn’t sure if she was mocking him again.
Who fucking cares.
Jasmine’s finger pressed more and slid inside. James’ breathing got faster, he was hyperventilating.
Little witch was doing to him what no one ever did, what he would never let anyone do. It felt amazing.
She pushed her finger deeper. When she started massaging gently, James Iet out a long, low moan, the sound he never knew he could make. The next second Jazz’s mouth, still closed around his dick, moved along his shaft. She took him in deep and sucked hard.
“Oh, fucking hell! yes! he called out pushing his hips out to get deeper.
The tension in his balls increased, he felt his dick throbbing in her mouth, he was close.
And then she stopped.
James Iet out frustrated grunt and tugged at the silky scarf binding his wrists. He wanted more, he needed to stick his dick deeper in her throat, feel her finger in his butt, doing whatever the fuck she was doing until he reached his release.
“You can’t…” he started and paused.
Jazz was looking at him with raised eyebrows.
“Can’t I?”
James didn’t know what else to say. He looked at her with a mix of apprehension and plea. He didn’t just want more, he needed more.
She moved up, grabbed hold of the metal bed bars and lowered herself so her breasts were only inches from James’s face.
“Do you want to suck my tits?” she asked looking in his eyes.
He could not resist even if he tried, she must have known that. He moved his head to take her nipple in his mouth.
She moved away.
James grunted again. Fucking tease! Her perfect tits were so close, he wanted to suck them so badly. She moved closer to his mouth again, then moved away before he managed to catch her, lazily brushing her body against his. Finally, she put her hand on the back of his head and brought it to her chest. He sucked on her nipple hard, Jazz moaned, softly at first then louder.
James, frustrated that he still couldn’t touch her, took it out on her nipples, sucking furiously and biting on them. Jazz’s breathing was fast, she was close to her climax. Then she slowly ran her hand through his hair to the back of his head, closed her fingers and jerked his head back. It hurt.
With japon porno his hands tightly bound to the bed, and Jazz sitting on his legs, James was unable to move. She sat back on his lap, her hand grabbing his hard dick with surprising force. It was painful.
Fuck! How was he even still hard, with the pain she was causing? Yet, he never felt as aroused before.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked quietly looking into his eyes. She tightened the grip on his dick, causing tears of pain welling in James’ eyes.
He should stop her. Surley, that was what she expected him to say. To beg her to spare him the pain and humiliation of being treated like a rag doll.
But all that came out of his mouth was a quiet,
“I want more…”
Jazz guided his dick inside her wet tight pussy, and started riding him hard again. She was rough when she squeezed his balls, but the kiss she gave him was surprisingly gentle, soothing his bitten lip.
She dug her nails in his neck and shoulders.
More pain.
She paused just when he felt the tension increasing as his climax was building up.
She kissed him again, and James didn’t know what to expect, more pain or more pleasure. It didn’t even matter that much. It was the ecstasy of fear that turned into relief. The rollercoaster of primeval emotions. Desperation for release.
She moved her hips again, more pleasure. Then she jerked his head harder, pain.
She let him get close and then paused.
Every fiber of James’s body was now craving the relief. If it didn’t come soon, he was sure he would die.
She watched his face to make sure she didn’t miss the signs of his climax coming and as soon as he started losing himself in his pleasure she bit him hard. After a while it all tangled up, he didn’t know any more where the pain stopped and pleasure began.
Fucking hell and heaven came together.
When he thought that he could not take it any longer Jazz paused her torture.
“Do you have enough?” she asked gently. He nodded as much as he could with her hand still painfully grabbing his hair.
She started moving again, sliding his dick in and out hard and digging her nails in his arm.
Pain and pleasure… confusion…tension increasing… He anticipated her to stop and frustration already built up inside him. When she didn’t, but instead thrusted her hips down so hard that he could feel the very bottom of her, he finally exploded, screaming, with long awaited relief, pain, and sudden realisation that she can do anything to him and he will not stop her.
He did not stop screaming for a while, his climax more powerful than he had ever experienced before.
He was barely aware of Jazz still rocking back and forth on his dick, contractions of her pussy adding to his sensations, the overwhelming feeling drowning him.
When he caught his breath Jasmine was not grabbing his hair anymore or digging into his skin or biting him. She held his head against her chest and stroked it gently.
James was exhausted. Jazz released his wrists, he looked at red marks around them and rubbed his fingers around one, then another one. Jazz laid next to him with her hand on his still heaving chest.
He woke up in a panic some time later. For a few seconds he didn’t know what happened. He dozed off next to Jazz in the middle of the night, but now the room was light. She would never let him stay the night. She usually kicked him out as soon as they were done. And with the recent experience she gave him he didn’t know anymore what to expect.
He turned on the other side feeling his heart racing.
Jasmine was lying next to him, awake. She smiled lightly.
“Don’t look so scared. It’s only me.” She leaned in and kissed him softly.
“What happened?” James mumbled, confused. Why is she not angry that he fell asleep in her bed? Why is she not giving him marching orders?
Jasmine shrugged.
“Nothing happened, you fell asleep. You look so sweet when you’re asleep, did you know that?”
“But why…why are you not kicking me out?” James was aware how pathetic this sounded, but he needed to know the answer.
“Do you really want me to? What, you finally got to enjoy being bossed around?”
James didn’t say anything. His head was still spinning but the panic feeling was gone.
“I came to realise this bed really is too big for one person,” Jasmine said lightly. “It feels much better when you’re in it with me. I’ll keep you for longer.”
Disbelief on his face must have looked really stupid. Jasmine laughed. She moved closer and kissed him again, a gentle, very tender kiss he didn’t often get from her. When he opened his eyes she was smiling at him. The most dazzling smile she ever gave him, it made him feel lightheaded.
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