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there in the middle of the dance floor. Jasmine’s hands began to wander over her body, touching and teasing, as she remembered the way that he had caressed her. She could still call to mind the feeling of her hands bound in front of her, the tug of the silk rope against her skin, the way it had pressed into her wrists, making them ache, reminding her constantly of her vulnerable position.
As her fingers drifted downward, barely brushing her already slick labia, Jasmine drifted out of memory and into fantasy. What would it like to really submit to Dominic again? Now that they had had one session together—would he push her farther? His comment about taking it easy on her because she had never been paddled before echoed in her mind. What other kinds of toys did he have? Jasmine shivered as her fingertips found her clit and she began to stroke and rub herself, her fluids flowing more freely now. The vibrating clips he had put on her nipples gave her hints of darker, more thrilling toys—she imagined cuffs and clamps, whips and restraints that would make her even more vulnerable, that would leave her with red-hot stripes across her skin instead of diffused hotspots that went away after a few hours. She might even have a tryst with him in his office, making up an excuse for her proximity, and let him whip her, only to go back to her desk later and feel the burning tingle for hours afterward.
As her mind dreamed up more and more feverish fantasies for what she would let Dominic do to her, Jasmine’s fingers worked her pussy faster, rubbing her clit in tight, swirling circles, two fingers drifting down to her inner labia to slide inside of her body, curling and wriggling, brushing her inner walls. She felt her muscles tightening in spasms around her fingers as she came closer and closer to orgasm just from the thought of being Dominic’s plaything, as she thought of all of the things she would allow him to do to her—if she got the chance. She cried out in the darkness, every muscle tensing as she reached a quick, heady orgasm, her fluids gushing around her fingers. Jasmine continued to work herself as the climax intensified, moaning out again and again, imagining Dominic’s fingers working inside of her and against her clit instead of her own. As the spasms began to abate, she withdrew her fingers slowly, panting, her heart racing in her chest from the pleasure crackling through her veins. It was a pale substitute for what Dominic had given her, but Jasmine found herself drifting off to thoughts of what their next meeting together might bring, smiling as she fell asleep.
Chapter Six
As the weekend passed into the work week, Jasmine found herself becoming more and more agitated by the fact that Dominic hadn’t called or even sent her a text message to confirm whether or not he would take her dare—much less to arrange an actual meeting. Monday came and went, and then Tuesday, Wednesday, and although she checked her phone regularly, starting whenever she heard it buzz in her purse or whenever it rang at home, it was never Harper; it was always someone else, usually one of her coworkers or her boss.
As a few days stretched into a week, Jasmine’s thoughts vacillated as to why she hadn’t heard from him; from moment to moment she would decide that it was because he had figured out who she was and wanted nothing to do with her, or that he was simply the kind of guy who could give a woman the best pleasure of her life and then fall off the face of the planet. Maybe he had only ever intended it to be a one-night stand, and she’d been a fool to even suggest that they could meet again—much less dare him to do it. Had she been mistaken about what a good time he had had? He’d certainly reached orgasm; Jasmine could remember the sticky-slick feeling of his come leaking along her labia, the feeling of it soaking into her panties on the cab ride home. He had been so full of praise for her after
As her fingers drifted downward, barely brushing her already slick labia, Jasmine drifted out of memory and into fantasy. What would it like to really submit to Dominic again? Now that they had had one session together—would he push her farther? His comment about taking it easy on her because she had never been paddled before echoed in her mind. What other kinds of toys did he have? Jasmine shivered as her fingertips found her clit and she began to stroke and rub herself, her fluids flowing more freely now. The vibrating clips he had put on her nipples gave her hints of darker, more thrilling toys—she imagined cuffs and clamps, whips and restraints that would make her even more vulnerable, that would leave her with red-hot stripes across her skin instead of diffused hotspots that went away after a few hours. She might even have a tryst with him in his office, making up an excuse for her proximity, and let him whip her, only to go back to her desk later and feel the burning tingle for hours afterward.
As her mind dreamed up more and more feverish fantasies for what she would let Dominic do to her, Jasmine’s fingers worked her pussy faster, rubbing her clit in tight, swirling circles, two fingers drifting down to her inner labia to slide inside of her body, curling and wriggling, brushing her inner walls. She felt her muscles tightening in spasms around her fingers as she came closer and closer to orgasm just from the thought of being Dominic’s plaything, as she thought of all of the things she would allow him to do to her—if she got the chance. She cried out in the darkness, every muscle tensing as she reached a quick, heady orgasm, her fluids gushing around her fingers. Jasmine continued to work herself as the climax intensified, moaning out again and again, imagining Dominic’s fingers working inside of her and against her clit instead of her own. As the spasms began to abate, she withdrew her fingers slowly, panting, her heart racing in her chest from the pleasure crackling through her veins. It was a pale substitute for what Dominic had given her, but Jasmine found herself drifting off to thoughts of what their next meeting together might bring, smiling as she fell asleep.
Chapter Six
As the weekend passed into the work week, Jasmine found herself becoming more and more agitated by the fact that Dominic hadn’t called or even sent her a text message to confirm whether or not he would take her dare—much less to arrange an actual meeting. Monday came and went, and then Tuesday, Wednesday, and although she checked her phone regularly, starting whenever she heard it buzz in her purse or whenever it rang at home, it was never Harper; it was always someone else, usually one of her coworkers or her boss.
As a few days stretched into a week, Jasmine’s thoughts vacillated as to why she hadn’t heard from him; from moment to moment she would decide that it was because he had figured out who she was and wanted nothing to do with her, or that he was simply the kind of guy who could give a woman the best pleasure of her life and then fall off the face of the planet. Maybe he had only ever intended it to be a one-night stand, and she’d been a fool to even suggest that they could meet again—much less dare him to do it. Had she been mistaken about what a good time he had had? He’d certainly reached orgasm; Jasmine could remember the sticky-slick feeling of his come leaking along her labia, the feeling of it soaking into her panties on the cab ride home. He had been so full of praise for her after
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