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spanked her. There were a few, and even more where he threatened it. Too bad for Ricky that Lucy wasn’t more like Jessica, ever eager to please.
Fuck. His cock swelled in his pants. He’d had an erection earlier and never gotten relief, and now that it was back, his balls ached with need.
None of his staff stayed in the evenings after dinner, so he laid his head back on the black leather sofa and turned off the TV with the remote. Sliding his hand to his pants, he quickly unbuttoned them, unzipped the fly and ran his fingers over his length.
He imagined Jessica kneeling before him, her hands tied behind her back. If he had her there, tied like that, he’d hold her coconut-scented blonde hair and ask her to open her mouth. When her pretty pink lips parted, he’d thrust inside her mouth, letting her suck him. If she didn’t take all of him, he’d push forward, holding her head still until she relaxed her throat enough to let him in.
He imagined her gagging, tears coming to her eyes. He imagined pulling out, caressing her cheek, and hearing her say . . .
“More, please, sir, I need more.”
Roman came hard. His breathing slowed after a moment of desperate panting, and he lifted his head, his eyes still closed. In his mind, Jessica was there, smiling at him.
J essica couldn’t sleep, and she had to be at work in an hour. No, wait. She didn’t. She could start sleeping at night again, like a normal person.
The thought calmed her. She pulled the comforter off of her and raised the futon into a couch again.
She’d better tell the club, though. Even if the owners knew already, her manager needed to hear from her. Pulling out her cell phone, she texted her manager and explained what happened. All of it, including that Roman Chase himself was covering her expenses for the rest of the year so she could train at his house. That was the truth, and the best excuse she could think of for not going to work at a BDSM club.
Still, getting a message back that said, “Of course, don’t worry about it. Have fun and be safe,” surprised her. Not that it should. Who knew that Brooks Wild Chase owned the whole club? Certainly not her. Although it did sort of make sense now, why their booth was always kept empty and waiting for them, even if they didn’t show up for weeks at a time.
Wow.
Still, she was having second thoughts after that talk with Elisabeth. Jessica didn’t like the idea of being indebted to anyone. She’d never be able to pay back the money—the only thing she had to offer him in return for his generosity was herself. It was like Elisabeth had warned her. Whether she liked it or not, if she went through with this then she was effectively selling herself. But like Lauren said, the money wasn’t given as a loan. It was a gift, a tribute.
Right?
But Roman was a little terrifying. Gorgeous, yes. And definitely awesome. She loved how he was so stern to everyone and then seemed to lighten up a bit when he was around her. She made him laugh!
Jessica shook her head, realizing she was smiling like an idiot just thinking about him. But when she’d actually been at his house, and Lauren asked her if Roman should spank her, she’d frozen. But not because she didn’t want to feel Roman’s hands on her. That turned her on, it did. It was worrying about looking stupid in front of him. She was so new to the whole scene, and it was her very first spanking. Maybe after she had some experience under her belt she’d feel more confident submitting to a Master like Roman.
She should have let him spank her. Damn it. She’d missed out on a really great experience out of fear. He would have taken good care of her—she knew because at the club she’d watched him scene with other girls from her perch behind the bar.
She had a clear view of the Saint Andrew’s Cross, and Roman loved to cuff women to it and whip them. They loved it too, they made that abundantly clear. Most of the girls Roman trained ended up with
Fuck. His cock swelled in his pants. He’d had an erection earlier and never gotten relief, and now that it was back, his balls ached with need.
None of his staff stayed in the evenings after dinner, so he laid his head back on the black leather sofa and turned off the TV with the remote. Sliding his hand to his pants, he quickly unbuttoned them, unzipped the fly and ran his fingers over his length.
He imagined Jessica kneeling before him, her hands tied behind her back. If he had her there, tied like that, he’d hold her coconut-scented blonde hair and ask her to open her mouth. When her pretty pink lips parted, he’d thrust inside her mouth, letting her suck him. If she didn’t take all of him, he’d push forward, holding her head still until she relaxed her throat enough to let him in.
He imagined her gagging, tears coming to her eyes. He imagined pulling out, caressing her cheek, and hearing her say . . .
“More, please, sir, I need more.”
Roman came hard. His breathing slowed after a moment of desperate panting, and he lifted his head, his eyes still closed. In his mind, Jessica was there, smiling at him.
J essica couldn’t sleep, and she had to be at work in an hour. No, wait. She didn’t. She could start sleeping at night again, like a normal person.
The thought calmed her. She pulled the comforter off of her and raised the futon into a couch again.
She’d better tell the club, though. Even if the owners knew already, her manager needed to hear from her. Pulling out her cell phone, she texted her manager and explained what happened. All of it, including that Roman Chase himself was covering her expenses for the rest of the year so she could train at his house. That was the truth, and the best excuse she could think of for not going to work at a BDSM club.
Still, getting a message back that said, “Of course, don’t worry about it. Have fun and be safe,” surprised her. Not that it should. Who knew that Brooks Wild Chase owned the whole club? Certainly not her. Although it did sort of make sense now, why their booth was always kept empty and waiting for them, even if they didn’t show up for weeks at a time.
Wow.
Still, she was having second thoughts after that talk with Elisabeth. Jessica didn’t like the idea of being indebted to anyone. She’d never be able to pay back the money—the only thing she had to offer him in return for his generosity was herself. It was like Elisabeth had warned her. Whether she liked it or not, if she went through with this then she was effectively selling herself. But like Lauren said, the money wasn’t given as a loan. It was a gift, a tribute.
Right?
But Roman was a little terrifying. Gorgeous, yes. And definitely awesome. She loved how he was so stern to everyone and then seemed to lighten up a bit when he was around her. She made him laugh!
Jessica shook her head, realizing she was smiling like an idiot just thinking about him. But when she’d actually been at his house, and Lauren asked her if Roman should spank her, she’d frozen. But not because she didn’t want to feel Roman’s hands on her. That turned her on, it did. It was worrying about looking stupid in front of him. She was so new to the whole scene, and it was her very first spanking. Maybe after she had some experience under her belt she’d feel more confident submitting to a Master like Roman.
She should have let him spank her. Damn it. She’d missed out on a really great experience out of fear. He would have taken good care of her—she knew because at the club she’d watched him scene with other girls from her perch behind the bar.
She had a clear view of the Saint Andrew’s Cross, and Roman loved to cuff women to it and whip them. They loved it too, they made that abundantly clear. Most of the girls Roman trained ended up with
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