Free His House of Submission by Justine Elyot Page A

said.
    â€˜That’s right.’ He tweaked my nose. ‘Or are you teasing me? I hope you’re not teasing me.’
    â€˜I wouldn’t dare.’
    â€˜I should think not. What if I promised, solemnly and faithfully, not to show anyone?’
    â€˜It would still exist. And, some day in the future, somebody would find it in your archive and it would be exhibited as a lost treasure. Jasper Jay’s secret porn stash.’
    He chuckled and kissed me.
    â€˜So what? We’d both be long gone. Why not brighten up somebody’s drab future with a moment of joy, captured for all time?’
    â€˜You’re very persuasive.’
    â€˜I know.’
    We both stared up at the light patterns on the ceiling for a few moments.
    â€˜So can I persuade you into my bed?’ he asked, yawning.
    â€˜I think you just did.’

The morning was a strange time of half-light, sleeping and fucking, the swish of rain falling into the lush lawns outside. By the time the rain stopped, Jasper and I knew a great deal about each other’s bodies, and my cunt had been fully acquainted with his cock on three further occasions.
    After the last time, he went down to the kitchen to get coffee. I lay on my stomach and drowsed until he came back, sat beside me on the bed and ran his hand over my bottom.
    â€˜Bruises,’ he said. ‘I shouldn’t have started you with the strop. It’s too heavy for a novice.’
    I snorted at the word ‘novice’, thinking of nuns.
    â€˜It doesn’t hurt,’ I said, and it didn’t particularly, even when he pushed down with his thumb. I was more concerned about the fiery sting in my pussy.
    â€˜Doesn’t it? Damn. Losing my touch. Sit up then, and have some coffee.’
    I rolled over and shifted to a sitting position. Actually, when I’d said it didn’t hurt … it did. A little bit. I liked the pain, though, and would have felt disappointed with a full and swift recovery. I needed the reminder, the proof that it had actually happened. I felt wild with sensuality, as if the more he took from me, the more I had to give.
    He looked pale and tired but endlessly, ridiculously desirable to me. He smiled that open-mouthed, insolent, almost-sneer of a smile, and I was wet again, instantly. I gripped the handle of my coffee mug until it wore a groove into my finger and tried to keep my breathing even.
    â€˜So how does this work?’ I asked.
    â€˜How does what work?’
    â€˜You and me. Us. Here.’
    â€˜How do you want it to work?’
    â€˜Is it up to me?’
    â€˜Of course.’
    I was stumped for a moment. How could it be up to me?
    â€˜I mean … this is real? Is it?’
    He reached over and pinched me, quite hard.
    â€˜You’re not dreaming,’ he said.
    â€˜Ouch! I didn’t think I was. I mean … this is a thing. You and me. A …’
    â€˜Relationship?’
    â€˜Not a one-night stand?’
    â€˜Do you want it to be?’
    Oh God, stop asking me what I want!
    â€˜No. I mean, no. I want … more.’
    â€˜Good. So do I.’
    â€˜But …’ I paused to sip delicately at my coffee. ‘I’m not sure how it works.’
    â€˜So you said. Well, Sarah, I’ll try and help you.’ He leaned closer to me, whispering into my ear. ‘You see, in nature, there are two sexes, one is male – that’s me – and one is female – that’s you …’
    â€˜Oh, stop it.’ I jogged his elbow and he almost spilled his coffee, which, I gathered from his frown, would have landed me in a whole heap of trouble. ‘Sorry. I mean, this whole, uh, kinky thing. How does it work? Am I, like, your servant at your beck and call all day long? Or … not?’
    â€˜Oh, Sarah.’ He raised his eyes to heaven and slid his free arm around my shoulder. ‘There are no rules. There is no one way to have a D/s