Emergence: Bound To Be Tested Part 15

"I teach yoga."

"I got that part."

She took several breaths, imagining cleansing herself as she would instruct her cla.s.s. "When you left I stumbled upon yoga by accident. A friend dragged me to a cla.s.s. I liked it. I went back. And again. Until I was hooked and became obsessed. Now I can't imagine how I lived without it. I teach a few cla.s.ses a day at various locations. It's not something a person could live off of, but you left me well taken care of." She shivered as she remembered how much money he'd left her. It wouldn't have lasted forever, but she was taking her time trying to decide what to do next with her life. She'd lived frugally for many months.

"That's impressive. I'm proud of you."

Her chest expanded. He was proud.

He circled her nipples and she tipped her head to watch as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s swelled and her t.i.ts grew tighter.

"How are you doing?"

"Fine, Sir."

He chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her. "Have I ever accepted that as an answer?"

"No, Sir."

"You want to revise?" He pinched her nipples and released to soothe the puckered skin with the tips of his thumbs.

Lori thought for a moment. She wasn't sure what to say. She didn't have all the answers yet. "I'm not sure, Sir. I'm conflicted."

"I wouldn't expect less. You should be, and I'll do my d.a.m.nedest to prove my worth to you for the rest of your life."

She held her breath for a moment at those powerful words. Her mind finally wandered to other issues. As long as he was asking... "Margaret..."

"Talk to me about her."

"She was my friend in addition to being my submissive."

"I know that." He smoothed his hands down her body and fondled the insides of her thighs.

"I feel guilty."

"About letting her go?"

"Yes." Lori sighed. "I'm worried about her." She twisted her head to look at him.

He said nothing for several moments. "She's strong. She'll make it. What about you? Are you having second thoughts?"

"No, Sir." She shook her head. "But I should. It makes me nervous how easily you have slipped into my life."

Jude nibbled her ear until she let her head settle on his shoulder. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke again. "I used to be able to almost talk you into an o.r.g.a.s.m."

She bit her lip and held still as he caressed the skin of her inner thighs, chasing away her distraction. Her p.u.s.s.y grew wetter by the moment.

In painstaking slow motion, he inched his fingers toward her core and pulled her lower lips apart, exposing her to the air but not touching anything vital.

Lori stiffened. Please, she pleaded in her head.

Instead Jude released her lips and stroked the outer skin almost imperceptibly. He repeated the same sequence again and again, pulling her lips apart and releasing them. Her wetness was trapped between.

When she moaned and began to writhe, he pushed her lips together and squeezed them shut, rubbing them against each other. They were slick with her moisture and she lifted her a.s.s in supplication.

Jude chuckled. "Who's in charge here?"

"You are, Sir," she whispered.

"Sit still then. I'll decide when and how much. You need patience."

She sucked in a breath. Patience had not been something she'd ever mastered. He played her like an instrument, but the melody was always too slow.

"On a scale of one to ten, how aroused are you?"

Oh, how she loathed this game. "Eight, Sir."

"Let's get that to a ten before I touch you." He kneaded the edges of her p.u.s.s.y, carefully avoiding the center. He grazed one finger up around her c.l.i.t, not touching it.

And then he left her p.u.s.s.y altogether and smoothed his palms up her torso to fondle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s again. All her blood had centered in her s.e.x. She felt light-headed as he circled her nipples and danced his fingers around the puckered buds.

"I love your t.i.ts, baby." He kissed her neck again. "So soft and feminine and responsive." He flicked the tips. "But I really love when your c.l.i.t hardens to match your nipples."

She held her breath as he lowered his hands again, pulled the hood back and stroked her c.l.i.t lightly. She moaned and gripped his biceps, squeezing hard.

"Uh-uh. Hands at your sides." He held still until she complied, dropping her arms to the chair. "Who is your Master?"

"You are, Sir," she whispered.

"When will you o.r.g.a.s.m?"

"When you say so, Sir." She stiffened her legs outside his. His chatter always made things worse.

"One to ten, baby?"

"Nine."

"Good." He dipped toward her p.u.s.s.y again, pulled it open and then released. He trailed his fingers lower, leaned them both back farther in the chair and circled her a.s.s. "I want to work on this puckered hole soon, baby. I need to take you there again."

"Yes, Sir." She squeezed her b.u.t.t cheeks together as he spoke. She enjoyed a.n.a.l s.e.x. A lot. Though she'd only done it with him. And she hadn't even considered it for the two years he'd been gone. That included plugs. She didn't own one and hadn't used one.

"You're squirming. You like the idea."

"Yes, Sir."

He tapped a finger over her lower hole. "So tight," he whispered. "I always came too fast in there."

She didn't move except to fist her hands and wait for him to quit torturing her.

With no warning, he swiped a finger through her folds.

Lori moaned and bucked toward him.

"Ah ah ah. Don't move."

She lowered her a.s.s to the chair and he did it again. "One to ten?"

"Ten, Sir."

"I thought so. How do you want me to take you? Hard and fast? Slow and easy?"

"Hard and fast, Sir." And f.u.c.king now.

He swirled her wetness around her p.u.s.s.y. "So wet..."

Lori held very still. The waiting was the entire hold he had on her. It was the crux of their relationship. He liked to keep her on edge, and she loved it more than he did. It felt so f.u.c.king fantastic, needing to come, being consumed with only thoughts of o.r.g.a.s.m. Dazed.

Suddenly Jude released her and grabbed her hips. He lifted her to stand beside him on shaky legs. Then he lifted his a.s.s and shrugged out of his jeans and underwear. He plucked a condom from his pocket and rolled it onto his length. "Straddle me, baby."

He was going to let her be on top. It was rare. And she knew better than to think she was in control. If anything, he could manage to give her less control from the top than the bottom.

Lori straddled his legs and lined herself up with his c.o.c.k.

Jude held her hips. "Who's in charge?"

"You are, Sir." Always.

"Lower yourself on my d.i.c.k, slowly. If you go too fast, I'll turn you around and spank you and leave you h.o.r.n.y, understood?"

"Yes, Sir." She swallowed. Challenges like this had always been his specialty. And she knew he wasn't kidding. She'd endured the punishment for not heeding his instructions properly on too many occasions to count. He meant what he said. He would spank her a.s.s until it stung, and leave her dripping p.u.s.s.y alone, sometimes letting her suck him off before he left the room.

She was in no mood for that sort of treatment today. She needed his c.o.c.k worse than ever. Her p.u.s.s.y pulsed. Her ten had grown to a twelve.

She lowered her body until the tip of his d.i.c.k nestled at the entrance. Jude kept his hands on her hips but didn't squeeze. He let her control the pace...in a manner of speaking. It was a test.

"Ease down, baby." His voice was deeper, the only sign he was as affected as she.

G.o.d, she tried. Her arms shook where she held herself up by his biceps. She gritted her teeth to endure the workout it took to lower herself slower than he demanded and ensure she received permission to finish this s.e.x act.

So much for asking her if she wanted it fast and hard...

"Look at me, baby."

She lifted her gaze from where their bodies met to his face.

"Good girl. Keep going. Eyes on mine." He didn't even seem winded. How did he do that? His control was amazing.

Lori lowered herself more, gradually working his c.o.c.k into her tightness until she was fully seated, her c.l.i.t trapped against the base of his length. She held steady, hoping to keep from coming involuntarily.

Jude spread his hands on her back and brushed them up and down, covering all of her skin. "Lift off, baby. Do it again."

Lori followed his directions, raising her body, using her arms as support. She waited for him to nod before she eased back down. How many times would he make her do that? She was about to combust.

When she was fully seated, he grabbed her arms and lifted her upright, so she wasn't leaning over him anymore. "Stay right there. Rub your c.l.i.t for me. I want to watch you come, impaled on my d.i.c.k."

Oh G.o.d... Her fingers shook, but she needed to come so bad she would even m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e on the back patio for him.

"Try not to scream. We don't want the neighbors to come out and find us like this." He smiled.

Lori smoothed her hands down her chest, grazing her nipples on her way. She reached between her spread thighs, lifted the hood with one hand and rubbed her c.l.i.t with the other. She moaned, throwing her head back. She loved masturbating with him inside her. It was so intimate.

Her arousal built fast. Too fast. That twelve shot off the charts in a hurry.

"Come for me, baby."

She shattered, her p.u.s.s.y gripping his c.o.c.k and pulsing over the stiff length.

Jude reached to fondle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "Yes. I love how that feels."

When she could lower her face to his, he smiled. "Now, f.u.c.k me hard."

She didn't need more encouragement than that. She planted her hands on his chest and lifted off him before her o.r.g.a.s.m dissipated. She wanted to come again. And this would do it.

Like a sledgehammer, she thrust onto him over and over until she saw his eyes glaze and jaw tighten. He squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and a moment later, he groaned as his c.o.c.k shot into her.

Lori kept f.u.c.king him for several thrusts until she caught up and came on the tail end of his o.r.g.a.s.m, her body stiffening as she let it go. She held steady with him deep inside her as the waves subsided. G.o.d, she loved this man.

Lori leaned against his chest, unable to support herself any longer. She wanted his c.o.c.k to remain inside her as long as possible.

A chill shook her body when a light breeze picked up. It was too cold to be outside naked, but she couldn't move. And now that she'd come down from so high, goose b.u.mps rose on her skin.

Jude chuckled. "You're cold." He lifted her shoulders and winked when he caught her eye. He nodded to the left. "Hot tub."

Ahhh. Lori moaned at the idea.

"Stand up a second, baby."

She struggled to pull herself off Jude's c.o.c.k and watched as he disposed of the condom in a tissue and lifted the top off the hot tub. Steam rose into the air. Lori's frame shook harder now as she grew colder. Her arousal must have been the only thing keeping her warm before.

"Come on, baby." He held out a hand and helped her up the steps and into the water.

Lori groaned. Every muscle in her body thanked her as she eased into the hot luxury. It had been ages since she'd been in a hot tub, and it felt like heaven.

Jude climbed in and seated himself in a corner. Her grabbed her hand and pulled her between his legs, her back facing his front.

And then he ma.s.saged her shoulders. "So tense, baby." His thumbs dug into the knots on her shoulder blades and pressed hard to free them.

Lori let her head tip forward, her face inches from the steaming water. "G.o.d, that feels good, Sir."