The Toy Maker (Under Construction)

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Jason's Whore

“Green.” The only word I could make out before my heartbeat drowned out everything else.

He had green eyes. A shade of dark pine focused on my stunned expression.

I wiggled under the sheets and tried to play off my nerves. The smirk on his lips told me what I already knew; He wasn’t buying the act.

Jason slipped out of bed and glanced over my body. I swallowed down the urge to lunge and demand he fuck me against the wall as hard as possible.

He wiggled his eyebrows and took a seat at his desk. Piles of gadgets sat on top of it and threatened to topple over at any moment.

Waiting for acknowledgment drove me up the same wall I dreamed of him pinning me against.

The fan groaned after every spin.

Before I could come to my senses he spoke, “Breakfast?”

“What?”

“Do you want breakfast?” Jason’s back faced me as he fiddled with a gadget.

“Sure,” I hesitated, “That’d be nice.”

Jason ordered the food and made small talk about the weather while we waited. Once breakfast arrived via delivery man, Jason cleared off a nearby table for the food. I watched him lay everything out before he invited me over.

I sat down but continued to watch him from the corner of my eye. His soft smile and uncombed bedhead were enough to make any girl melt. I struggled to avoid asking why he hadn’t mentioned my submission since it happened.

We each grabbed the food that looked most desirable to us. I picked an omelet accompanied by a bagel while Jason opted for eggs sunny side up.

I ate in suspicion of his motives.

When we finished he cleared the table and sat back down in front of me.

“So,” He started, “If you’re serious about being mine for two months then I want to discuss it with you first,”

I stared at the shallow dimple next to his smile and nodded.

“When you’re with me I’m in charge,” Jason met my gaze, “but that doesn’t mean you won’t have a say in what happens to you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. He continued, “I want you to feel comfortable and for this to be a pleasant experience for you. So if you’ll submit to me I’ll do everything in my power to keep it that way,”

I opened my mouth but only air came out.

“If you have any concerns or limits then I expect you to tell me about them,” Jason added.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?”

I shook off the disbelief and forced myself to respond, “I don’t want anyone to know about this.”

Jason’s understanding smile sent shivers down my spine.

“Anything else?”

I shook my head and forced myself to stop fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

“Okay then,” Jason stood up but kept his focus on me, “Strip.”

The command took me off guard but the look in his eyes was enough to tell me I should obey.

I lifted my shirt and attempted to read his thoughts. Unfortunately, my telepathic abilities were on the fritz.

Another second ticked by and I kicked my shorts onto the floor. Jason motioned for me to continue my disrobing.

I unclasped my bra and wondered why my hands were shaking. He already saw my naked body in many different ways but this time my nerves screamed for me to stop.

When all my clothes were in a pile, Jason nodded, “Good, but next time I tell you to strip move a bit faster. I didn’t ask for a striptease.”

“Fine,” The tone left my lips before I could check myself.

One word and Jason’s soft expression shifted to something much more menacing.

“If you continue to talk to me like that I will not hesitate to give you your first lesson in punishments,”

The threat, which should have functioned as a warning, caused the wetness between my legs to grow.

Jason stood and approached me where I stood in aroused agony.

He leaned in and trailed his lips over my ear as he did, “And I’ll enjoy making you whimper in submission,”

I could hear the blood rushing through my veins.

“I know you want that,” He nipped his teeth over the skin of my neck, “You want me to fuck you until you forget your name.”

He pushed my butt against the side of the table and sandwiched me with his body. The growing bulge in his pants pressed against my stomach. I held back a moan.

His hand traveled down my abdomen and grabbed me. His breath rolled off my shoulder as he explored my dripping pussy.

My breathing hitched when he pushed two fingers inside me, “You’re so wet already,”

I bit back a whimper. His fingers rubbed the inside of my walls until my legs shook.

“I should fuck you right now on this table,”

He slid another finger into me and stroked my g-spot. I ached for more than fingers the longer he teased me.

His other hand played with my nipples. The warm sensation inside me swelled until it hit an insufferable wall. Jason watched my face twist in pleasure and smirked while I remained on edge.

We both knew what I needed to orgasm.

Jason forced a moan off my lips and my pride unraveled with it, “Please, fuck me.”

He already made me beg more than I ever had in my entire life.

The sound of my own pleading voice made cum start to drip down my thighs. Jason parted my legs without any resistance. He spread me for his enjoyment.

“You look so sweet,” He teased, “Already begging for me to fuck you,”

There was nothing I wanted more.

My head spun as I processed the sensation of his lips against my thighs. He kissed me with the desire to drive me mad. I moved to shut my legs around him but he held them in place.

I kept pleading while he teased me within an inch of my sanity, “Say it,”

“What?” I struggled to catch my breath.

“Say you’re mine,”

“I’m yours,” I moaned. The electricity sparking up and down my spine left little room for thoughts of any other nature.

He pinched my clit and a shock wave of pleasure spread through me. “That didn’t sound very convincing.”

The pain fused with the pleasure flowing through me. Waiting to cum had become an impossible task.

“Don’t cum until I say so,” His amorous growl strengthened my resolve, “Tell me what you want,”

My body twitched as he stood and once again pressed himself against me.

“I want you to fuck me,” The words came out as a low moan, “I’ll do anything,”

Jason’s possessive stare made me weak with arousal. He grabbed my waist and bent me over. The table felt cold underneath me as I waited for him to fulfill his promise.

Within seconds he pressed his cock in front of my entrance. I sucked in a breath and grasped the edge of the table.

I squirmed against the tip until he forced me down on the table. “Lay still,” I whimpered in response. He thrust inside of me and I bit down a scream of pleasure.

I couldn’t hold back another cry when he pulled out and buried himself in my aching pussy once again.

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