Free Jennifer's Surrender by Olivia Jake Page A

morning in the same position. I had no idea how long I had slept, but I
couldn’t remember the last time I had slept so soundly or deeply. Sir’s hand
was rubbing my clit and his cock was pressing between my legs. I arched my back
to give him better access and he slid it in.
      “Ahhhhhh” I moaned, remembering why it
felt so intense. He was so big, even as wet as I already was, it was still an
adjustment. Not to mention I was still a little sore from the previous night. He
started out slowly, sliding almost all the way out and then all the way back in
as his hands slid up my belly to my breasts. Oh, my nipples were so tender, but
when he pinched them the pain felt so good I moaned again which spurred him on
to go faster.
    He lifted me
up so that I was on my hands and knees and then he really started pounding into
me. He grabbed my hair and pulled so hard I was afraid it was all going to come
out in his hand. He was slamming into me so hard, this was not the same man I
had fallen asleep with. The pain from the day before was one thing. This was
something else. I tried to just relax and stop thinking but it was hard not to
start feeling violated somehow. Yet, that made no sense. I had willingly come
to his house, let him whip me and fuck me the day before, so how could this be
a violation? He just kept pumping an pumping his huge cock into me and
reflexively my body was reacting, meeting his thrusts, but I could tell it
didn’t really matter to him if I was into it or not. This became even clearer
as he grunted and came inside me… without me coming first. I tried not to
overthink things. I mean, hell, it wasn’t like I hadn’t been with guys where
that was a regular occurrence. But I thought the Doms were always about their
sub’s pleasure.
    I was shaken
out of my thoughts when he pulled out and said, “Go clean yourself up and make
us some breakfast. You’ll get to come later, Jennifer.” I was so shocked and
confused that it took me a moment to move.
    I slid out of
bed and looked at him. His face held no emotion. This was not the same, sensitive
man who took such good care of me the night before. But for whatever reason,
hope, perhaps, hope that he would turn back into that man? I simply replied,
“Yes, Sir,” as I got out of bed and made my way into the bathroom.
    I stared into
the mirror wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into. Yet even with the
confusion, I didn’t want to dawdle out of fear that might upset him and
guarantee me I’d be met with the man from this morning versus the one from last
night. So I took a quick shower, washing him off of me, and reminding myself
how sore I was everywhere. When I came out of the shower I realized I had no
clothes. What I wore here the day before was still outside, where I had left
it. And my overnight bag was in my car. I didn’t see any robe, so I walked back
into the bedroom wrapped in the towel.
      “You can leave the towel in the bathroom,
Jennifer.” He said, propped up on one elbow as he looked at me.
      “Um, ok, but I don’t have any clothes.”
      “Yes, I know. I prefer you naked.” He
said impassively. I stood there, apparently for a moment too long because he
then said, “Now, go on.”
    I opened my
mouth to say something, but his look made it clear this was not open for
discussion, so I removed the towel, lowered my eyes and softly said, “Yes,
Sir,” as I turned to put the towel back in the bathroom. When I came back out I
couldn’t even look at him and just made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I
convinced myself that I would just get through this morning, make him his damn breakfast
and then get my clothes and leave.
    It was an odd
feeling walking through someone else’s house completely naked. I made my way
down the back stairs as I wasn’t yet familiar with his house and knew that
these would lead me to the kitchen directly. Once there, I stood and looked
around. I had no idea where anything was, and even though I