Claiming Claire

[Tseranc]

Her defenses had come down once more, admitting her apprehensions of her age, and what she felt she could expect from life. At 36 this woman had already abandon any notion of starting a family. While the American dream of 2.5 kids and a white picket fence was not what Jason was after, it still sent a pang through his heart. The woman who now stretched up to kiss him was one of the most beautiful he’d had ever seen. It was clear she fretted over her appearance, judging from the tone body that lay just beneath her robe. But being fit apparently did not ease her mind on the issue. It was true that pretty much everyone in the whole world had something about their body they did not like. Jason was no exception. He knew his baby face made him look even younger then he was, and they caused many to never take him seriously. It seemed age was Claire’s issue as well. Maybe she was one of those that thought life ended at 40.

As their lips finally met, he grabbed hold of her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He didn’t move, but returned her kiss eagerly, and passionately. He let them both enjoy the moment before pulling her back away.

“You are not too old for anything Claire. I’m not here to give you a liter of munchkins to run about the yard, but any man would be lucky to have you as a wife, and mother to his children, if that was what you desired. You’re young and able to do anything you want. And stop thinking you’re too old for me. I am here and not going anywhere.”

He paused, letting his reassurances set in. Jason was pleased well beyond words that she knew to kiss him; to bring herself to him. She was close.

They stood there gazing at each other, but Jason could still feel her embarrassment; both from feeling she was old, and for being called out for it. Both wore nothing but the plush hotel robes and Jason’s hands traveled from Claire’s shoulders up to her neck, slipping inside the cloth to rest on her still moist skin. “I must have your trust Claire. You must trust what I say is true, and that no harm will come to you while you are with me.”

His fingers pushed the robe off her shoulders, slowly exposing more of her flesh. She stood perfectly still, holding her breath, as she was disrobed. When he finally pulled the belt off and the robe fell to the ground she glanced down at herself, and then back up to his eyes; which inspected her body slowly. He took in the curve of her neck, the mild definition of her arms. The sight of her breasts, and the nipples which began to stiffen in the cool air. His eyes traveled down her chest and stomach to her hips. Down her firm legs, and then back up to the mound between them.

His eyes eventually rejoined hers, “Beautiful.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The air kissed her shoulders and shimmies down her spine as well as slides over her breasts, nipples, stomach and sex. She shifted nervously, yet Claire didn’t hide herself from him. He’s exposed her and deemed her beautiful. Her eyes lowered to his neck and she wondered what it would taste like. She flicked her tongue over her lips and almost reached out to drink from him, but stopped herself.

Her voice wavers as she tries to explain trust and how she must trust him. Claire hesitates. She’s known him for a week and a day, yet he has embedded himself in her life. He’s rearranged her schedule, bought her clothing, learned more about her in a matter of days then some of her more long term and intimate relationships had.

She looked up at him. He was so young, yet so much more mature then any she’d been with. What was it about him that made him so unique. She’d been controlled before and those men fell to the wayside. They dismissed her when she refused to give up her practice. They said she was hungry for power. . . she wasn’t. She was hungry for success. . .could he handle that part of her life. Would he make her give it up?

She wanted him. She needed to feel him, yet she wasn’t willing to lose all she’d worked so hard for to be an ornament on a man’s arm.

“I can’t change,” she told him. “I am who I am. Take all of me or none of me, but don’t ask me to trust you if you try to change me.”

Her eyes flickered over his face and her fingers rested on the collar of his robe. “I want you Jason. . .but I am not a woman that will cower and give up my existence. Yet, there is something pulling me to you and I want to know what it is. Can you show me? Will you?” Claire’s lower lip trembled as she spoke to him.

 

[Tseranc]

“Claire, if I was not here for the whole package, I wouldn’t have bothered at all. I’ll not demand anything from you that you do not truly want already. I will show you what you desire. What I desire in you. You’ll leave each morning back to the world with your head held even higher then before. You’ll return each night with an anticipation you never knew before.”

His hands glided up her arms, stopping and holding her just below the shoulders. He pulled her closer to him, and kissed her with a promised passion that was to come. Yet it was also restrained, controlled. The promise of that passion, not its’ full display. He stood in front of her calmly, as if he had no worry, or reservation in the entire world. His body spoke of the confidence he felt in the situation. She would be his. Nearly was so already.

He spoke softly to her, his voice level, comforting yet full of authority. “Claire, you may doubt it now, but I am what you’ve been waiting for. Waiting to open the doors you knew hid something new. Something to enjoy. Something you always denied was part of who you are.”

He had seen it so clearly, and the more he learned of her, the more it proved his point. Others were too focused on the accomplishments, not the drive. She drove herself to success all her life, and never allowed for anything less. Each victory only built up the difficulty of the next. That sort of drive was not born of some materialistic urge. Not spawned from the need to control, in fact quite the opposite. You can’t control success; success is what comes from meeting a challenge.

She was a slave to the world; a slave to meeting its challenges. Jason had no desire to change that, only to provide a new set of challenges as well. Ones she could meet and enjoy on a different level.

“You can trust me, I accept your terms. You need only keep an open mind to what you discover is already there.”

He bent lower and whispered in her ear in his most sensual, yet demanding tone; “Now, lead me to your bed.” He looked up again, watching how she took the instruction.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Claire’s body hummed with excitement as his hands moved over her skin. It ignited her. She felt her flesh spark and burn like embers in a fireplace. They lay dormant until someone comes along and disturbs them. She shivered as his lips closed over her mouth and their tongues invaded each other. She whimpered when he pulled away and his words of promise echoed through her mind. She melted against him, though she never moved, it was as if he was just there inside her, blending and mixing with her inner needs, desires, and wants.

When he told her to take him to her bed, there was no hesitation. Just pure, simple willingness. She wanted to take him to her bed. She wanted to hold his hand and most of all she wanted to please him. If he wanted her to tour the patio naked she probably would have done it. She smiled to herself at the absurdity of her thoughts and when they reached her bedroom her thoughts emptied.

Claire turned to him and waited. Something told her that he would want her to do something else. Undress him perhaps? She angled her head to one side and she moved closer to him. That was it. She knew it. The look in his eyes spoke to her. A rush erupted from somewhere deep inside her. Her sex tightened as she made the first moves to assist him in the removal of his robe.

Her long fingers worked free the sash and then released the loose knot he’d fastened. Her hands opened the thick, plush material and she slipped her fingers up the lapels and then under the material. Claire moaned quietly as she pushed away the warm material, her fingertips sliding over his hard shoulders. The robe fell and pooled around his feet and she lowered her head to gaze upon his nakedness.

“Beautiful,” she whispered back at him, her eyes rising up to meet his. Her lower lip trembled and she licked it in apprehension as to what would come next in this play of seduction that was growing hotter and thicker with every breath she took.

 

[Tseranc]

Jason took the offered and inviting hand and followed Claire back to her room. Otherwise nude, she wore her smile like a teenage girl with a crush. She stopped him at the bed; the tilt of her head made her seem al the more innocent of what she was getting into, as well as displaying the glorious lines of her neck. No sculptor could capture such subtle beauty, no painter achieve what nature had done here in this woman.

Her fine hands moved to disrobe him, and he stood waiting calmly for her to complete the action. She knew, even without a word. He could easily read the eagerness in her eyes, which just moments ago, held reservation and worry. Now she had forgotten that - left those behind as she took her first steps toward something new.

“Beautiful.”

He smiled at the comment. He held real no reservations over his body, he was proud of what he had. He’d admit that there would always be things he thought could use improvement, but then again no human on earth was completely satisfied with themselves physically. But Jason had long ago learned to love what he had. Tone legs arms and abs from working out, though he did think his sides were a bit too soft. His freshly clean shaved face made him look even younger then he was, but while annoying, it often helped him surprise those around him. His cock hung in a semi erect state, advertising its promise of more to the woman who had removed its shelter.

Her lust for the moment was as obvious as his own arousal once the robe dropped to the floor. He slid casually onto her bed, pulling her gently with him. As she climbed in, he slid himself beneath her. His hands immediately roamed her body; her thighs, stomach, and sides. His fingers, loving the heat radiating off her silky skin, as they glide sensually over every available inch of flesh.

He leaned up to kiss her neck, and continued planting the wet affections down until reaching her chest where he latched onto her left nipple. It had dangled above him, taunting and daring him to take it. He nibbled and sucked it into his mouth then released and licked at it lovingly.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The first touch of skin to skin had brought a gasp of shocked pleasure from Claire’s lips. Her heart skipped quicker. Her pulse raced faster as his hands began to weave a spell on her body. He covered every patch of flesh he could touch with his fingertips, as if he were not only memorizing every detail of her skin, but was in fact marking her. She would have collapsed against him if it had not been for the new sensations she was feeling now that his lips had added to the destruction of the gates she kept around her heart.

“Jason,” she whispered as his lips began a steady assault against her senses. His mouth moved to claim an inch of her flesh, only to leave and claim another. When he reached her nipple she whimpered. When he opened his lips, took in the rosy offering and began to nip and suck on she trembled in pure bliss.

“Ohhh. . .” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Her fingers moved along his shoulders and into his hair. Her body hummed with excitement as he continued to drink from him. The warmth of hands wrapped around her added to the sensations that ran through her. Claire felt the coolness of the sheets as her knees buried themselves deeper in their thickness. His mouth covered her breasts and she was not lost to the sensation of his cock wedged between them.

Timidly she moved her hands from his shoulders to his arms and back again. “Take me,” she told him. Her lips moving to his ears and she nipped gently on his neck.

“Now Jason,” she quietly demanded him.

Claire moved her hips over his cock, wanting to feel him buried deep inside her, needing it. It had been so long for her and now there was a man willing to let her have her cake and eat it too. She could remain in control of her job and her life, and Jason had said he was okay with that. She ground her sex against his.

“Jason,” she hissed and sucked on his warm flesh.

Gone was the timid creature in her place was a hungry woman that needed satisfied. She hoped the man beneath her would not disappoint.

 

[Tseranc]

Her demands brought a wicked smile to his face, and Jason moved to slide his erect cock into the woman above. He pushed, slowly the head into the soft lips as they parted to welcome him home. Ever more slowly did the tip travel until the head of his sex was engulfed by her wet pussy.

And he stopped.

He slid back out and his right hand slid down to guild the tip of his member along her lips, and rubbing occasionally at her clit. He was going to tease her into begging. He would meet her demand, but only after it became a plea.

His free hand gripped her ass, and held her from forcing herself down on him to end the torment of pleasure he administered. His mouth was still busy devouring her delicious nipples in turn as they hung above him like gorgeous fruits to be enjoyed.

Claire’s body trembled slightly as she took in the sensations he wrought upon her. She wanted him, but that was not enough. She must need him with every ounce in her being. Her desire must reach a level that was new and foreign before he could give her what she truly wanted.

Which was not some mere physical satisfaction from a quick fuck. She needed to have a sexual encounter truly pierce her armor. To smash through the walls she had built for so long after countless disappointments. The experience needed to permeate her mind and warm her soul. And Jason was up for this challenge.

Up and sliding his cock once more only head deep into her waiting sex.

Then he pulled back out.

A bit of her honey dripped out with him this time, announcing her body’s ever growing need.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Claire felt the welcoming of his sex press against hers and when he pulled away she thought he would not return, but he did and she sighed in pleasure. He left her again and once more she felt empty and abandoned, this time he toyed with her silky lips, and teased her swollen clit. She gritted her teeth, growled low and tried to take his cock and slide it back where it needed to be.

The firm grip on her ass forced her to wait and she bit her lower lip in growing frustration. Her body shook with need and desire, passion and lust. Her nails dug into his shoulders and as her sex was tormented by the slow penetrations her breast was continually being tortured as well.

“Jason,” she hissed through her clenched teeth. She wanted him buried deep inside her warmth. She needed it, but she would bow to no man, she tried to press against him again, again she failed and she tightened her grip on his flesh. Claire knew her nails were marking him, but her battle to win was strong.

“Damn you,” she groaned. Her fingers moved to his hair and she pulled his head back and stared down at his eyes. They spoke volumes to her. Her breath was ragged. Her pussy throbbed. Her lungs were exploding, the pain of each gulp of air was hard, but she knew his game.

“Fuck me,” she told him as she tried once more to force him to her will. She was close to losing control, something she’d never done. Her lips sneered in desire and she crushed his lips to hers. “Now,” she muttered against his lips. How could he not? How could he not give her what she needed, what they both wanted? Why?

“Please,” she hissed against his lips. It was a word that she tossed out there, it was a word driven by lust and the desire to get what she wanted. She’d play his game and in the end get her fuck. He wanted power over her. . .fine, he would get his word and she would get what she wanted. Right now she wanted his cock slamming into her.

 

[Tseranc]

Jason winced in reflex over her nails digging into the meat of his shoulders; if she squeezed much more she’d break the skin and mark her clean white sheets with his blood. But his expression cleared and he chuckled at her pitiful word. There was no power behind it, no heart.

“No. I told you to keep an open mind. Don’t be afraid to see what happens when you want to loose control.”

Jason had come up through his lifestyle never assuming anything. Anything he ever did to another he had first tried himself, and this was no different. He’d let himself be tormented by playful teasing until he begged, until he hurt. He had let it go on and wash over him until he meant it. He knew all to well what waited to greet Claire on the other side of that mental barrier.

But it was also becoming increasingly difficult to deny himself the joy of driving his cock into that beautiful pussy, especially with all her hot demands toying with his mind. Her needs were honest enough, but only the needs of the body. He wanted more. But maybe she just wasn’t ready.

He continued teasing her, but leaned up near her ear and softly asked, “Claire I’ll leave it to you. I’ll give you your immediate gratification, or you can trust me.”

He flopped his head back down on the pillow, which thrust his erection a bit higher then before into her, full of the promise of what was to come. His hand released its firm grip on her ass and slid to seductively tickle the small of her back His eyes locked with hers and he mouthed to words ‘trust me’ as he began to slowly slip out of her once more.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

A whimper escaped Claire’s lips at his refusal to give her what she expected. She bit her lip and almost pleaded with him, but swallowed the words. He was asking to much from her. She couldn’t do what he asked. . . lose control. She never lost control.

Jason continued teasing her and Claire continued to battle a war that was full of torment and torture, but would also give her great pleasure if she admitted how desperately she needed him. Her lips trembled as he slipped into her and then out again. “Oh God Jason,” she hissed.

Claire’s chest rose and fell with every teasing touch he placed upon her skin. Her body was on fire. . . inside and out. She felt the need to have him growing more hungry and she closed her eyes, trying to will herself to not give in.

When she looked down on him, his words of giving her a choice she knew she was lost. She knew what she wanted. She didn’t want instant, she wanted whatever he was willing to show her. She hungered to know what he was keeping from her, besides the swollen sex that lay between them.

“Please Jason. . .Please. . .,” she swallowed and gasped for air. “I trust you. . .please help me.” She could feel the edge of a cliff, but she knew it was not one she could reach by herself, nor was it one that she would ever find alone. Something inside her told her it would only be this man that brought her to this hungered need for release.

“God Jason. . . I need you,” she whimpered.

 

[Tseranc]

Ah, finally. She was close. She thought she’d never been much closer to bliss, but she still had more to discover.

“I know love, I know.” His words were soft and calming. His eyes conveyed a quiet understanding of what she felt as well as the anticipation of what was to come. His hips rose off the bed further, slowly driving in his eager cock until it was completely taken in by her quivering sex. Claire’s whole body shook once out of satisfaction of finally being filled. He eased back down, drawing out the experience. His next push in was a bit faster, and the next quicker still.

Her body began to bounce happily against him, finally receiving the ride she craved. Her breath became ragged, and her body started to rush to the finish. But Jason firmly grabbed her ass again and stopped her, resuming the painfully slow strokes.

She whimpered and begged with her emerald eyes to let her reach the end, but he defiantly held her still. When she began to loose hope of ever cumming he let her loose again to find the pace that pleased her best.

Twice more did this tease happen, her reaching the very edge of bliss only to be denied again. Her entire body trembled with frustration. The need to release saturated every pore of her sweat soaked skin. Tears began to seep from the corners of her eyes out of sheer hopelessness.

And it was time. Medically speaking, this sick game of Jason’s had forced her body to produce endorphins throughout her body for nearly 45 min. She was on a new high, however, it was so incomplete she couldn’t notice. Realistically speaking…she was no longer Claire Debutante, the smart classy lawyer. She was the living, breathing incarnation of sexual need.

This time he didn’t stop her, but thrust wildly into her dripping cunt. Her body matched his, slamming herself onto his stiff sex with the very essence of abandon. His own orgasm welled up inside him, and he was forced to literally bite his tongue to hold back just the few more seconds needed for her to experience a whole new world for the first time.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Claire was no longer with her lover. She was no longer on the bed and if someone had called out to her, she wouldn’t have responded, for her mind was no longer able to function. Her body stiffened and when it knew that the inferno that was being stoked reached the fevered peak, it left her. Seconds stretched out before her as her toes curled, shots of heat slammed into every pore of her body and her veins were filled with liquid fire.

It was only a minute, perhaps a few seconds longer than that, but for Claire it seemed like an eternity had passed before she was breathing again. She wasn’t sure how her body had survived. She covered her lover with the silky lava that flowed thick from her sex. She ground her body against his, welcoming every inch of him. Her breath came to her in hard gasps. Her lungs hurt. Her fingers were curled into his flesh. Her head thrown back. Her eyes clenched shut as her entire being was absorbed in the moment of bliss that had been forced upon her.

She no longer could ride him. He had taken over, lifting and dropping her as often as he could. She clenched his sex tightly refusing to let go as she felt more promising climaxes. “Don’t stop,” she begged him. There were more. She could feel them. There was something else. . .one more promising explosion, one that promised not only fire, but promised a rainbow of colors slamming into her.

“Please. . .Please Jason. . .God, don’t stop. Just . . .,” she moaned in frustration. She looked down at him, her eyes not focusing on anything, anyone. . .just glazed thick with a need that was just within her reach. If she lost it. . .if she failed to reach that peak, Claire thought she’d die. She wasn’t sure if her heart, mind, soul, could handle the disappointment. “Please Jason,” she again cried out as the first tears of her mind-numbing orgasm threatened to fall.

 

[Tseranc]

He slide down beneath her a few more inches, resting his feet firmly on the bed – kneed bent slightly. He pulled her body over him so that she loomed over him on all fours, her gorgeous globes dancing before his face.

He used the added leverage from his legs to pound into her, with less speed, but greater force. Each trust into the ever-tightening pussy resulted in a wet slapping of their flesh. The juices from her first explosion flowed down her legs and his, lubricating not just their sex, but their lower bodies as well.

“Yes Claire, do it, come again, come for me baby.”

He slammed his rod home as furiously as he could, his inner cheek bleeding from his biting efforts to hold back for her, his own well-built discipline struggling to meet this challenge. His cock hurt, ached to let loose, but instead it was driven on into it’s mate repeatedly. He really could hold of no longer, his own body betraying his will.

“Now Claire! Come for me, Now!” He demanded she finish with him, as the raging motion of his pelvis rising to assault hers started to jerk, and twist from its previously steady rhythm. His balls contracted, forcing their product out into the shaft that began to expel them in long hot streams into the creature of pure sexual energy above him. His mouth clamped on to a dangling tit, sucking it into his mouth and biting the nipple, pulling it as he pounded her with his last bit of energy. Her fleshy orb muffled his moans of pleasure, which sent deep vibrations through her chest.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Claire came. Her entire soul reached out and latched onto her lover and she felt her body quake over him. She shook violently. Her breast was wedged in his mouth and she could barely feel the pulling force he’d placed on it. Her orgasm had claimed her. The words of his demand echoed through her mind as she coated him with her thick juices. “YES!” she screamed over and over as she showered him with the honey they both craved. She craved to give it. He craved to possess it.

Together they climaxed and together they rode the flaming embers of passion and pain. Her nipple hurt, the soft flesh would bare bruises as would her hips and ass. “Oh God,” she gasped as the mini-climaxes washed over her. She felt the tears fall and when her body no longer held itself tight against him she collapsed on Jason’s chest and curled her arms to his sides.

“Jason. . . I . . .”

She had no words. She couldn’t form them, think them, speak them. She was nothing, but a pile of emotions and even those were undescribable. Words meant nothing as the memories of erupting colors ran over her mind. She’d seen a rainbow of brilliant hues of red, orange, gold. . .every hot flaming paint graced the palette in her mind and she buried her face into his chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered, placing a soft kiss upon his sweaty skin. “Oh Jason. . .thank you.”

She felt the heat of her blush and she kept her face lowered, not daring to look up at him, fearful he would see how he’d affected her. Claire couldn't allow him to see. She couldn't give up the last once of freedom she possessed. What had occured. . .what had he done to her. . .She didn't know. She wasn't sure how to respond, the feeling of both pure bliss and the fear of being seen as weak mixed with the knowledge that he held a power over her. . . something no man had ever been allowed to have.

 

[Tseranc]

The woman thrashing above and around him was a far more spectacular sight and experience then Jason had ever expected. Her continued humping of his spent and overly sensitive cock kept him hard, and in a blissful torment all his own, straining every muscle in his body.

Her thanks came on hard, ragged breaths, before curling herself into his chest. Some sort of shame had taken hold of her, and he couldn’t allow it. She must see the entire experience, and all it meant, as the most positive of things. His hand slid down to grasp her chin, firmly pulling her face to his. His lips met hers and parted, as their mouths made love in their own way.

Once broke, he looked into her confused eyes, “Don’t hide from any of it Claire. Let whatever you are feeling flow, let it work deep into you. There is nothing to be ashamed of; you wouldn’t feel any of it if it were not part of you. Enjoy it Claire.”

He silenced any objections with another passion filled kiss.

“Let me in.” It was his turn to plead.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Claire’s heart beat rapidly in her chest as the kiss seemed to have melted itself deep inside her heart. Her skin still was flushed from their loving, the sweat still slipped down her spine, spilled to the center of her back and slid down. The air-conditioning flicked on and it caused an initial wave of shivers to run through her.

She looked into his eyes, the words of “letting him in” brought her back to reality. “It isn’t that. . . You are in Jason. . . that is what concerns me.” Claire slipped off of him and snuggled against his side. As she did her fingers ran up and down his chest, pausing every so often to trace around his nipples and then slip along his ribs, memorizing his texture and firmness.

“I have had lovers Jason, some I have loved, some I haven’t. I will not lie to you. They are not high in number, mind you, but I am not “fresh out of the gate” either. No one though has given me what you just did. Orgasms. . . yes. Complete mind-numbing, heart stopping experience. . . no.”

Claire chuckled softly as her fingers began to weave a spell of soft touches over his stomach. She pressed kisses upon his skin as she slipped her tongue out, tasting his hot flesh, licking away the saltiness of their touches. “Jason.” She looked up. “I am scared you will be in my heart for a long time and then you will eventually tire of me. I am not weak. . .I know you have told me you don’t wish to change me. I am glad. I love my career and the power I have, but I. . .”she stopped.

“I will stop Jason. I will not analyze this anymore.” She slipped back over his body and lay fully on him. “I will trust you. . .I have suddenly decided this is something I will experience as long as you’ll have me.” She pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply.

Something inside her had clicked on and in that moment before she offered herself to him fully, she told herself to ride the wave as long as she possibly could, because he was a man that not only gave her pleasure, but would allow her to please him as well. She wanted to experience everything and even if he was finished with her in a few months, she would have learned something about herself in the end.

“What do you want from me?” she asked against his lips as she ground herself against his sex once more. “Anything. . .I’m yours to command,” she winked, not realizing how desperately she wanted to be commanded by him. For Claire her remark brought a tingle to her stomach; she dismissed it as sexual hunger, not sexual need.

 

[Tseranc]

He tilted his head to the side, surprise by her final statements. Surprised she would give herself over, even if she thought in only a joke.

“Claire, I want you, though I doubt in a way anyone has said that to you before. I’ll be honest, I play a bit different game then most, and it might push at your limits. I do hope you’ll remain as you feel now, giving yourself to me, wishing to be commanded.”

Her grinding against him had proved most distracting, and he could feel his cock begin to stiffen under her slick, cum soaked, sex.

“I want to see the flower blossom, to be there to help you explore your sexuality as you never thought possible before. I want you to learn what real pleasure is, and how to give it. I want you. Mind, body, and soul, for these things to be mine, like cherished toys.”

His hips ground into her as they continued to press against each other, the gravity of the conversation made seemingly light by raw sexual energy between them.

“Claire, I’m not going to leave you. Not from boredom, or frustration. The rules to my game are simple; you will be with no other then me, and when you are not working, you come home to be mine. Anything beyond this is can change and is mere details. Can you accept this? Me, and whatever I may bring?”

He knew he should shut up at that point, but though a Dom he may be, he had a weakness for any he felt worthy enough to bind himself with. But he couldn’t, he had to add it, to let her know what truly was at stake, and how much he wanted her to agree.

“If you can accept these, I’ll love you Claire. Really, truly love you.”

His newly firm shaft, slipped back into it’s new home with a bit of a surprise to them both as he said this; their slow squirming reuniting their sexes in a semi-subconscious fashion. Jason pushed with one long, slow stroke into her heavenly cunt and withdrew, awaiting her decision, and the return of their mutual pleasure.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Her body was renewed again. The motions they had made together only heightened her pleasure and her hunger. Her fingers splayed over his chest and she tried to focus on his words. She had no problems having one lover, she was not one to even think of taking on two, she barely had time for one. Some things did concern her though, things that she knew she could not agree to have one date, one at home dinner, and one morning of exquisite sex.

She squeezed his cock with the muscles of her sex and tried to hold on to him, but he left her empty once more. She stared down at his features, her eyes were thick with desire. “In time Jason. . . if I feel you are everything I want, desire, need I will agree to the “coming home” statement you made.” She wasn’t sure if he was literally meaning her home or his home, she thought perhaps it was in general that she come to see him after work, but she as a business woman would demand details.

She moved her hand between them and stroked the base of his slippery cock and her nails teased his pubic hairs as she spoke. “I’ll be honest with you Jason,” she told him as she gazed upon him and toyed with his sex. “I’ll not take on another lover, even if we have our rough moments, I will not “cheat” on you. I expect the same consideration. I’m disease free and expect to remain that way. I know you are.” She smirked. “You are not the only one without connections. . .my father is a Doctor,” she grinned. “Unless you’ve found yourself with some sickness without the means of a doctor you are a safe lover, as am I. So no extra lovers between the sheets.”

She continued talking just like he had, yet she too continued to distract him. Her fingers moving from his wet cock to his come-soaked balls. She lifted and weighed them in her hand before squeezing them gently. “You don’t know all about me Jason, nor I you. . .but I’m willing to learn whatever you wish, just be honest with me, that is all I ask.”

She moved her hand away and teased the swollen nub of her sex. “I think you need to do something about all these distractions. . .perhaps find a way to end them.”

 

[Tseranc]

“Honesty is all you shall have from me, and I’ll bed no other…nor would I want to. There will be trying times, I expect you to do your part in working through them. We know enough of each other to know it’s what w want…the rest will come.”

He loved the way her hand teased his cock as she spoke. She was still so strong willed she thought she was in charge of the situation. In a way she was, and would always be – but only so far as consent meant holding the ultimate authority.

“I think you are right about the distractions though…maybe I should…”

With out warning, he grabbed her into his arms and rolled over, so she lay under him, and she let out a squeal in surprise. His rigid cock, poised to stab deep into her wet pussy. His chest hovered inches above her breasts which rose with every breath she took; her nipple nearly, but always failing to come into contact with the sparse curls of hair on his chest.

‘New game Claire…lay back and enjoy anything I do…but you can do nothing but enjoy it.” A wicked grin crossed his features ad he pushed her arms up over her head, and his head dove down to attack one of the upright nipples. He sucked it into his mouth, rolling it in his tongue. Nibbles followed, and then bites, pulling and tugging on her tit. She let forth a deep moan, seeming to echo from her very core. Instinct took over and her hands flew to his head, her long fingers tangling in his hair.

He stopped.

“Stay still, and do nothing, but enjoy it,” Jason instructed again, as he gently pushed her arms back over her head.

With another malicious smile, he assaulted the other breast, and ran his fingers slowly down her sides, eventually scooping her ass into his hands. As his mouth worked her chest, his hands lifted her closer to his cock, the head pushing into the folds and teasing her clit, but never actually entering her sex. She squirmed below him, her legs wrapping around his waist, in effort to pull him into her.

He stopped.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

When Jason flipped her to her back and took control of their loving her stomach tightened and she moaned deeply. Her breathing increased ten-fold as did the excitement that she felt deep within her sex. As he spoke to her, her body was on fire with need and want. Her nipples ached every time the hairs on his chest ran over them. Her fingers were now buried in his skin and she arched her back wanting more of his heated flesh to merge with hers. The pupils of her eyes grew wider as he spoke of how she was to not do anything. She bit her lip and wondered what he meant. Her question was soon answered when he stopped moving every time her body answered the call of desire that it wanted so desperately.

As he kept from plunging deep into her sex, Claire found herself in a position that she’d never been in before. She thought for a moment and gazed up at him. A look of question, awe, and curiosity filled her features. Surely he did not mean for her to just lay there? She had never been told to not do anything. Always there was something. Her hands would want to move. Her fingers were already itching to claw their way down his spine, grab his ass and plunge him deep into her waiting sex.

“Jason,” she moaned, her hips rising in the air. She watched him lift his own body higher, refusing the gift of his cock against her slick opening.

She took a deep breath and allowed her hands to move from his shoulders, where she’d gripped them when she uttered his name, to lay clenching the sheets beneath her. Her eyes met his and she watched his facial features react as she slowly and tantalizingly ran her feet down his legs until they lay still beneath him. Claire took a deep breath and allowed her nipples to barely graze his chest and again he withdrew the distance she needed to touch him. It was then that she realized she was indeed not supposed to do anything, but feel.

“All right Jason. . .I will not push you further. I will lay here and play your game. Just tell me what you wish for me to do when you are ready,” her words were throaty as they flowed from her lips.

Her pulse still raced through her system and she still felt the need to have him plunge deep inside her, but she bit her bottom lip and fought the waves of control that were threatening to consume her.

 

[Tseranc]

“Like I told you Claire….just enjoy it. Do nothing, absolutely nothing more. Can you stop you’re body’s urges to join in? Do you possess that level of self-discipline?”

he took in the sight she now gave him; her arms outstretched and gripping the bed, her lays splayed open, inviting him into her sex. If only she knew how lewd a position she were in…but he knew she didn’t care. She was being driven wild with sexual need.

He moved lower down her body, his hands fondling her breasts, kissing his way down her stomach and hips. His tongue snaked out across the flesh of her inner thighs, and then teased back up to her navel.

Her hips thrust up involuntarily at him, presenting her pussy; still dripping with both their juices, and couldn’t hold back a small chuckle. Her sober mind would tear itself apart once it remembered all the acts her body made this morning. How every inch of her begged to be taken.

But through the next several minutes of teasing he subjected her to, Claire never again moved to against him, to force or coerce him into further action. Her body thrashed as she restrained herself, but she kept from interfering.

And then Jason gave her what she wanted, and slipped his cock firmly into her tight, slick, quivering pussy. His hands slid under her ass once more, and lifted her off the bed slightly, and he rocked in and out of her sex at the perfect angle to maximize her pleasure…and her response was all the pleasure Jason himself would ever need.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

When Jason entered her, after she had fought a hard battle of control, her entire body seemed to relax and tense up at the same time. “YES!” she cried out. She tightened her hold on him and released everything he had forced her to hold back. Her fingers grabbed his hips and as she lifted her sex to his the pushed him deep inside her.

“Yes, Jason!” she screamed as his dick filled her fully. She held him close to her. Her nails dug at his skin, her back lifted. Her mouth rose up and met his shoulder as she bit into his flesh. She bit him and sucked his flesh as her body gave into what it wanted and she showered her lover with the fluids that his teasing had forced upon her.

As the rocking vibrations moved through her veins, her mind seemed to not comprehend all she felt. It would be hours later that she realized every muscle in her system throbbed and pulsated in tune with that of her heart. It would be hours before she came to accept it was because he had forced her to hold back. Right now all Claire could comprehend was that she was barely able to breath. . .she couldn’t waste energy on thinking.

Her back arched several times as the climax began its descent down. Her eyes barely focused and when it did she blinked several times and stared up at Jason. She knew then that he’d not come and she found a new feeling swell over her; disappointment. She touched his cheek and slid her fingers over his lips.

“Tell me. . . what do you want me to do to make you come. I want it. I want to feel your come inside me. What do you want me to do? I am yours to command. . .I told you that.”

This time when she said it, there was no humor, no jokes, this time she was serious. She was his right now and right now she would do whatever he asked her. Claire wanted to give him the experience he’d given her.

 

[Tseranc]

Her eager words stung him with a taste of success that he hadn’t yet been expecting. Her need to please him brought a thrill to his eyes and leaned up to kiss her; their tongues mashed in hunger. But suddenly he pushed her head away, breaking their lips suddenly.

“Go stand at the foot of the bed.”

Jason was impressed at how quickly Claire changed from a hurt look at the break of their kiss, to fraction of a second of confusion at his instruction, to ultimately jumping from the bed to stand where she was told.

He slid slowly from the bed, as she watched his every move. He walked slowly around to her, and she threw her arms around him in a lustful embrace. He allowed it for a moment, then pulled her off him by her wrists and spun her around to face the bed. He pulled her body away from the footboard, then pushed each of her wrists toward the bedposts; causing her to bend over and instinctively grab onto the posts for support.

Her blazing hair hung down from her head, obscuring most anything from her view unless she looked down at her own body. This of course gave her only a glimpse of her dangling breasts, her blushed sex, and she watched him coax her feet wider apart. There was no way she could remain standing without holding on.

And then he was there. Sliding his cock deep into her exposed cunt. Jason grabbed her hips and yanked her unto him as he began thrusting into the outstretched woman. Each stroke hit nearly lifting her to her toes as he continued to pound her from behind.

He had been close before all this began, and her whimpers and moans that he pushed out of her only brought him along faster. As his orgasm welled up inside him, Jason felt his knees get weaker. He leaned onto Claire, reaching around her both for support, and added contact. One hand wrapped around her hips and pressed against her sex, and the other grabbed onto one of the beautiful swaying tits.

“Oh god Claire, oooh….yeah!”

He slammed into her a few more times, erupting inside the slick pussy; filling her with all he had to offer. And then a second shot as she ground her sex against him. Finally a third steam squirted from his cock; but this painted her legs and ass, as his knees finally gave out and he crumbled to the floor; panting from the experience.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Claire felt his come shoot into her and she purred in pleasure. Her pussy clamped around him and accepted his seed until his need to rest consumed him and he pulled out of her, covering her ass and thighs. She groaned in pleasure as the hot stream of come covered her skin, marking her in a way no man ever had. She’d never had anyone come on her. She had always kept the thick pearls of sex buried inside condoms or herself. She was select on her lovers and to have one drive her to the point of pure abandonment had been something she had never experienced before.

“Ohhh my Jason,” she purred against him. Her fingers trailed down his side and she chuckled softly. “You are the first to ever take me on a most fantastic journey. Thank you,” she winked and licked her come-covered lips.

Her eyes were full of wonder, desire, and disbelief. “We should get dressed don’t you think?” she asked just before sliding away from him and standing above him. “Though you look good on your back before me,” she winked.

As she was about to grab her robe she stopped and grew quiet. Her eyes left Jason and she walked quietly toward the closet. She opened it timidly and squealed in delight. “We have babies!” she cried out and dropped to her knees as she forgot what had transpired and counted the wee kittens that lay nestled against the new mother cat.

 

[Tseranc]

He lay there, enjoying the grand sensations. She had thanked him, but deep inside he really had wanted to thank her. Thank her for providing the inspiration to do what they had done, for trusting him enough to allow it. For submitting so soon, even if she thought it was only a temporary thing.

She walked away, speaking something about getting dressed….he couldn’t really tell.
Eventually Jason stood, did she just say Babies?! Walking over to where his lover kneeled, he peered over her shoulder and saw the kittens.

Oh Joy. This would have to be addressed later…no more critters in the bedroom.

But he was a practical man. Newborn kittens needed to be taken care of, and any woman with cats was not going to be separated from them by any man, no matter what he’d just done for her. He’d let this morning’s events and words sink in over time.

“I’ll get a few towels for the little ones.”

He rummaged through the large master bathroom, quickly finding several towels to use to clean the little buggers up. He had never been around for a litter of kittens, but he knew form experience that puppies were messy business.

He handed her all but one towel, which she took without looking back at him. Not so much as a glance. Practical man or not, he was not about to be ignored after their first mating. He took the last, small towel, and crouched down behind her. She was on her knees, leaning forward over the litter, which happened to expose her body to him rather nicely.

He took the soft cloth and ran it up her leg, wiping away both their cum. He traveled further up, and gently, but firmly wiped her pussy clean dwelling just for a moment longer on her clit.

Standing back up over her, she turned to look at him, blushing. Embarrassed, angry, he wasn’t quite sure, and was pretty sure she wasn’t either. He bent over, his finger lifting her chin as he kissed her lips. “Let’s both take care of cleaning up your new pets, I already enjoyed cleaning mine.”

He dropped the cum-covered rag over her shoulder, and knelt down with her, looking to her for directions as to what the hell one did with newborn cats.