Free Jasmine by Kathi S. Barton

the tomatoes and carrots in the large bowl with the lettuce. Without saying
a word she handed him the dressing and he tossed it on the salad.
    They were nearly done eating
before she said anything more. “I need to make sure…they’ll make fun of me. I’m
sure of it. I’ve heard them talk about the author of the books. They think
she’s some sort of sexy goddess that does nothing but have sex all day and
write about it.”
    His cock jerked to attention. “I
could help you with that. It may not be all day, but we could have nothing but
sex and you write about it. I thought of that.” He lowered his voice as he
continued. “The things you write about and wondered if you’d use what I want to
do to you in your books.”
    Need, he could see it in her eyes
and in the way she opened her mouth slightly. He could see her breaths; she was
panting and her nipples had hardened. When she set her fork and knife down he
wondered how he could take her; here on the table or on the counter? But first…
    “Come here, slave. Stand before me
and show me my pretty pussy.” She swallowed twice before she stood up. “Lift
your skirt. I want to see if you obeyed me to the letter.”
    He could see her fingers tremble
as she slid her hands down her skirt. He wasn’t sure if she was teasing him
with how slow she was moving or simply that she was nervous. He didn’t touch
her. For as much as he wanted to he didn’t so much as scoot his chair back. When
she had her skirt up over her hips he looked down and nearly whimpered.
    She was bare. And she was wet. He
could see moisture on her tights and her clit; the tiny little nub he’d had so
much fun sucking last night was just peeking out from beneath her lips. He
wanted to lean down and take her again, but he also wanted her to suck his
cock. Last night she’d told him that’s what she’d wanted and now he’d let her.
    Nathan moved his chair back as he
wiped his mouth with his napkin. He took his time, not because he wanted to
make her suffer, but he wanted her so desperately that he thought he might come
from just looking at her. He opened his belt and then his pants. She watched
him as he reached into his boxers and stroked his cock.
    “Tonight you’re going to suck me
off. And while you do that, you’ll not touch yourself unless I tell you. Understand
me, slave?”
    “Yes. Yes, Master. I will suck
your cock and I won’t touch myself unless you tell me to.” Her voice was deep
and full of lust. He watched as a stream of her juices trickled down her thigh.
    “Strip.” She dropped her skirt and
started to undo the buttons on her blouse. “Rip it off you. I want you naked
now.”
    Buttons flew everywhere. He moaned
softly when her breasts bounced with the motion. She unsnapped her bra and
peeled it down her arms. She was beautiful. When she leaned over and put her
fingers into the tops of her stockings his body tightened. The stockings, his
favorite kind of thigh-highs, had to stay.
    “Leave them on. And I want you to
never wear anything but thigh-highs again. When I want to taste you or fuck you
I want nothing in my way. Understand?”
    “Yes, Master.” He could tell she
wanted to say more. He could have given her permission to speak, but he was
afraid she’d beg him to take her now and he’d do it. This was going to be his
way even if it killed him. And it very well might.
    “On your knees.” When she was down
the way he wanted her to be he turned his chair toward her and pulled his pants
down around his calves without standing. It wasn’t graceful, but he managed to
do it. A pearl of pre-cum was on the tip.
    He didn’t speak. He wasn’t sure he
could actually, so he rubbed his cock along her lips and she licked him. When
she opened her mouth slightly he surged forward deep. It was all he could do
not to spill his seed immediately.
    “Lick the crown and down along my
shaft.” He felt her tongue circle his head and he groaned. “That’s it. Nip
along there.