caused her to sigh out in relief, then two fing ers, and than came the moans. His thumb bumped her clit with each slow movement in and out.
She licked her lips and whimpered , “Please, sir.”
He picked up the pace and added another hand on top which increased the pressure and pleasure.
She alternated between breathless inaudible words and shrieks, as her body inched closer, as her flesh warmed, as her cheeks turned pink. As her orgasm took hold, her breath became frozen inside her for a moment.
“Come for me Keira.” Jarred’s voice pierced her thoughts. She had forgotten where she was, who it was, but her body didn’t care.
Her body clenched and every muscle within her did. “Oh god!” Her chin pressed to her chest for a moment before she let it fall back again. “Oh my god, thank you.” She kept repeating that phrase until she let the sleepiness of the endorphins take over.
The mask was removed and Jarred sat there and smiled at her. “Feeling better?”
“Yes.” She said weakly and flushed. She saw Tim in the corner; however he seemed to be smiling as well.
*****
Tim was smiling, though his thoughts were splintered with bits of jealously that he was unable to be the one to bring her to that fantastic orgasm she so desperately needed. He enjoyed watching her, listening to her, smelling her. Her face contorting into beautiful ecstasy, even under that black satiny mask he could see that. Tim did as Jarred had said, he watched what he did. Jarred seemed to adjust his hands to suit what Keira needed in the moment. And he was right, the mask heightened her arousal level, not that she needed it. I wonder if it helped her relax. His thoughts wandered, as he hoped that her thoughts were that it was him.
The entire scene was arousing and Jarred did specifically speak with him before and asked him permission of sorts. Tim felt more at ease with him now. Jarred was becoming his mentor and even Carrie was sweet answering any questions he had.
Chapter 12
Somewhere along the way, Tim had cancelled their hotel room and they had become permanent fixtures at Jarred’s house. Keira made breakfast most days, she enjoyed that she could please and repay Jarred for his hospitality at least.
After breakfast that morning Carrie took her turn to teach Tim some basics in the basement. Asking Tim what he’d like to try out, practicing on the correct way to hold the different implements, how to use them, and where to administer them properly. Safety lessons as it were. Keira and Jarred joined them shortly after. Jarred stayed back and allowed Carrie to continue her lesson. She being a switch means she is also a Domme, although normally her submissives are women. However, her lesson did not go into more then just verbal discussion and positioning.
Keira watched Jarred from the corner of her eye; there was a sparkle, something there, an admiration maybe. Although Jarred’s arms were crossed, he seemed fully at ease to let Carrie be in control, almost relishing it. Keira saw Jarred turn to her and quickly she shifted her vision away. I should be paying attention.
That afternoon when they entered the dungeon Keira found herself strapped up like an offering on an X, at the pole. The St Andrews cross. Her nerves rattled when Jarred left her because his eyes weren’t on her, reassuring her. When he returned she felt a sense of calm.
But then his demeanor changed, harder , and her heart nearly stopped at the swaying leather tails in front of her open vulnerability. A flogger, she’d talked about it with him on the phone. Please take it easy on me. She was uncertain how her body would react.
His hand first touched he r pussy; she was becoming more familiar to that, more at ease. He backed away, his sleeves were rolled up like this job would take a toll on him; not her. The first one bit hard at her sex and she screamed out.
“Breathe.” Words whispered in her ear. Carrie’s words.
She hadn’t
She licked her lips and whimpered , “Please, sir.”
He picked up the pace and added another hand on top which increased the pressure and pleasure.
She alternated between breathless inaudible words and shrieks, as her body inched closer, as her flesh warmed, as her cheeks turned pink. As her orgasm took hold, her breath became frozen inside her for a moment.
“Come for me Keira.” Jarred’s voice pierced her thoughts. She had forgotten where she was, who it was, but her body didn’t care.
Her body clenched and every muscle within her did. “Oh god!” Her chin pressed to her chest for a moment before she let it fall back again. “Oh my god, thank you.” She kept repeating that phrase until she let the sleepiness of the endorphins take over.
The mask was removed and Jarred sat there and smiled at her. “Feeling better?”
“Yes.” She said weakly and flushed. She saw Tim in the corner; however he seemed to be smiling as well.
*****
Tim was smiling, though his thoughts were splintered with bits of jealously that he was unable to be the one to bring her to that fantastic orgasm she so desperately needed. He enjoyed watching her, listening to her, smelling her. Her face contorting into beautiful ecstasy, even under that black satiny mask he could see that. Tim did as Jarred had said, he watched what he did. Jarred seemed to adjust his hands to suit what Keira needed in the moment. And he was right, the mask heightened her arousal level, not that she needed it. I wonder if it helped her relax. His thoughts wandered, as he hoped that her thoughts were that it was him.
The entire scene was arousing and Jarred did specifically speak with him before and asked him permission of sorts. Tim felt more at ease with him now. Jarred was becoming his mentor and even Carrie was sweet answering any questions he had.
Chapter 12
Somewhere along the way, Tim had cancelled their hotel room and they had become permanent fixtures at Jarred’s house. Keira made breakfast most days, she enjoyed that she could please and repay Jarred for his hospitality at least.
After breakfast that morning Carrie took her turn to teach Tim some basics in the basement. Asking Tim what he’d like to try out, practicing on the correct way to hold the different implements, how to use them, and where to administer them properly. Safety lessons as it were. Keira and Jarred joined them shortly after. Jarred stayed back and allowed Carrie to continue her lesson. She being a switch means she is also a Domme, although normally her submissives are women. However, her lesson did not go into more then just verbal discussion and positioning.
Keira watched Jarred from the corner of her eye; there was a sparkle, something there, an admiration maybe. Although Jarred’s arms were crossed, he seemed fully at ease to let Carrie be in control, almost relishing it. Keira saw Jarred turn to her and quickly she shifted her vision away. I should be paying attention.
That afternoon when they entered the dungeon Keira found herself strapped up like an offering on an X, at the pole. The St Andrews cross. Her nerves rattled when Jarred left her because his eyes weren’t on her, reassuring her. When he returned she felt a sense of calm.
But then his demeanor changed, harder , and her heart nearly stopped at the swaying leather tails in front of her open vulnerability. A flogger, she’d talked about it with him on the phone. Please take it easy on me. She was uncertain how her body would react.
His hand first touched he r pussy; she was becoming more familiar to that, more at ease. He backed away, his sleeves were rolled up like this job would take a toll on him; not her. The first one bit hard at her sex and she screamed out.
“Breathe.” Words whispered in her ear. Carrie’s words.
She hadn’t
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