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“Jayden, you have done very well. I would like for you to make me come anyway you wish.” While he stroked my hair, and I thought about his instruction, he wanted Lexi to see what I would choose. Well, if it was a show he wanted, I would certainly provide that. I stood up and turned to face Lexi.

Speculatively, she watched me as I grabbed a bottle from the side table, bent at the waist, with Master Ethan behind me, and my well lubricated fingers into my rectum, moaning softly, partially for effect, partially because of the feeling. My buttocks were splayed wide for him, as he watched me touching myself. Then, I sat slowly onto his lap, feeling his rigid cock pressing against me. I moved down farther and he slid into me, leaning back until my head was on his shoulder. Turning my face to the side, I whimpered next to his ear and let my tongue draw lazy patterns on his earlobe and neck. He was panting by the time I sat back up.

I ground my ass back against him, feeling him sliding in and out of me. “Fuck…That feels so good….” I moaned as I started to move faster. “Please… Please fuck me….” I rasped out as I rode him, knowing he loved it when I was vocal. Right now, I could say anything I wanted, and it felt wonderful to not have to hold back. Reaching down, I started stroking my hardening erection. “Oh, yeah… Oh, God.” I felt his hips start to move, his hands were on my hips now holding me as he thrust up into me. “Mmmmm….You’re gonna make me come…Fuck…Just like that.…” I cried as I felt my second orgasm approaching rapidly, and I was reduced to inarticulate sounds as his hips slammed into my ass. “God… Ethan….” I nearly yelled as I came hard over my hand and stomach. But, I didn’t slow my hips as I felt him start to tremble beneath me, his legs shaking, his breathing coming in wild gasps. Then he groaned, and held me hard around the waist as his orgasm overtook him, and I felt him spasm inside me as he filled me.

He continued to hold me on his lap after he was spent. Pulling me back against him, I felt his lips press into the back of my shoulder.

“That was beautiful, Jayden,” he murmured softly into my neck.

I smiled; delighted that he was pleased with me.

Chapter 9

Over the next few months, we had fallen back into our comfortable arrangement even without Lexi. We still had webcam sessions with her, but for all intents and purposes, she was gone, and it wasn’t the same. Master Ethan and I became a Master and his sub rather than a Master and just one of his subs. Now that the responsibility was solely mine, I was more determined than ever now to fulfill his needs. I would not let him find fault, or be disappointed in me. This afternoon he had sent me a text message from work telling me that we weren’t having our normal Friday session tonight. I had been instantly dismayed, wondering if he had found some fault with me. So, with little to look forward to, I headed downstairs. I found him in the kitchen, trying to decide what to make for dinner, so I sat down at the table quietly and watched him in his fruitless search. Finally, he noticed me sitting there.

“Good evening, Jayden.” I might have missed that his calm demeanor was a façade, but then I noticed that his hands were shaking.

“Hello, Ethan,” I greeted, not knowing exactly what to say. Something was bothering him and I wanted to be there for him, I only hoped he would open up to me. After a few minutes of awkward silence in which Ethan stared blankly out the back door, I decided to go for broke. “Hey, I’m going to head out and get a beer and some pizza – want to join me?” He looked at me as if he’d never seen me before.

“I think a beer would be a good idea,” he answered, rather absently. “Let me grab my jacket.” As he left to get his coat, I thought briefly about calling Lexi about his quiet behavior, but there was no reason to worry her without knowing what the problem was, and I wanted to see if he’d talk to me first. Ethan and I hadn’t been out of the house together very often since I’d lived there, but when we did, he always drove. Tonight, he just ambled to my truck completely docile, without a hint of his usual confidence or arrogance, and waited for me to unlock it.

On the way to the restaurant, Ethan was silent, looking out the passenger window with a vacant expression. However, I noticed that he continually toyed with a button on his jacket, seemingly unaware of it. The breeze from his open window ruffled his hair, but his face was just … empty. I couldn’t begin to fathom what could be wrong. Pulling out of his reverie a bit when we reached our destination, he sat up straighter, composing his clothes and his expression, almost like he was trying to become a different person, but his eyes gave him away; they were wide and almost fearful as we approached the door. I gave the hostess a fifty dollar bill to seat us in a back booth as I didn’t want him to have to be around too many people. Maybe, if we were isolated, he would open up to me.

“Hi, can we get two shots of your top shelf Tequila, two drafts, and a large sausage and mushroom pizza?” I said to the server, looking up to Ethan who nodded. I had decided to wait until he had some alcohol in him before initiating conversation. His eyes darted around the room, as if he was nervous, while we waited for the server to return with our drinks. Finally, we had our shots and beers. Ethan didn’t seem like a shot and beer kind of guy – more like expensive wine and scotch, but he downed the shot and chased it with half of the beer.

“What happened, Ethan?” I encouraged gently, not wanting to give him a chance to decline if I asked him if he wanted to talk about it. Pushing him into it a little seemed to be the best course of action. There was something bothering him, and it was obvious that he needed to work through it.

Sighing, he looked around again, almost as if he were looking for a way out, then he looked at me. “I lost a patient.” Nodding, I waited, and he looked down at the table, studying it before continuing. “Apparently, it was some kind of construction accident. He was pretty far out, but had they gotten him to me faster I might have been able to save him.” He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “But I couldn’t.’ His eyes met mine as he continued in a whisper. “The worst part was his wife. She looked just like Lexi, and after I told her that he was gone, she screamed at me begging me to help him. They apparently have an infant son, because she just kept saying that he would need his daddy.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for you.” I sympathized. Just then, the server came back with our pizza and we ate in silence. He had just opened up to me for the first time ever, and I had no idea how to help him, all I could really do was to be there for him. The death at the hospital certainly wasn’t his fault, and he seemed to recognize that fact, it was the notification that seemed to have really shaken him up.

Once again, he was quiet in the truck on the drive home. I was sure his thoughts were occupied by the woman and her son; it can’t be an easy thing to tell someone that their loved one is gone. I felt a pang in my chest as I thought of Kimberly. What would I do if someone like Ethan had to tell me that Kimberly was dead? Or Lexi? Or…or Ethan? What would my reaction be? Anger? Screaming? Of course it wouldn’t be the doctor’s fault; some injuries, some illnesses just weren’t fixable. I pulled into the drive, and then we walked up to the house side by side. I stopped to let him through the door first. After I turned from closing the door, I looked up to see Ethan standing in the middle of the foyer looking at me. I didn’t speak, I just looked back.

The force of his lips crashing into mine was unnerving. His hands went to my hair, and I moaned as his body came into contact with mine. I knew I should have stopped, he was upset, but it seemed to be something that he needed, and I remembered reading once that when dealing with death, once typical response was arousal. Sex can make you feel alive, it can be a powerful release of tension and emotion, and the body gives signals as to what it needs. Ethan was looking for that release, and I was sure as hell going to give it to him. For the first time since we’d known each other, he’d opened up to me – I would deny him nothing.

We made our way blindly to the living room couch. I didn’t want to risk breaking this connection with him to go any farther. Tentatively, I reached up to stroke his face, as he had done with me countless times, but in that moment outside of the comfort zone of the room, I felt shy and vulnerable. He didn’t seem to be the Master just now, he was Ethan, and I didn’t know how I felt about that. Our sexual relationship was based on submission, not physical attraction, or at least it was for me. If I went to him, without the cloak of that submission, how would that change my own perception of my sexuality? In that moment he ground his hips into mine, and I decided to worry about it later, his needs came first.

He pulled me down with him as he sat on the couch, but I knelt in front of him instead, smiling shyly as I unbuttoned his pants. Smiling back, he lifted his hips so that I could slide them down. They only made it to mid-thigh when I leaned forward and took his erection into my mouth. He moaned and sank back into the cushions of the couch, one hand in my hair. I took my time with him, running my tongue slowly around the head of his swollen cock; I felt the lines, ridges, and indentations. The gentle use of my teeth elicited a deep groan and a soft pulling of my hair, spurring me on even more. My tongue slid slowly along the vein running underside the length of his erection. For the most part, the skin there was smooth and I ran the point of my tongue over it while he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Please, Jayden….” I looked up to see that his eyes were closed, appearing to be concentrating on the sensations. I closed my lips around him and moved my head slowly, my lips leisurely causing the friction he craved as they slid from the head of his erection down to the base, back and forth my head bobbed, rubbing my lips desperately over his skin. My tongue pressed against him wherever I could reach, increasing the contact. On each downward motion, I would stop, feeling him nudging my throat only to resume again seconds later. His vocalizations went from deep breathing, to soft moans, to cries and his hips began to move up into my face, matching my own rhythm, and the fact that I could turn him on like this made me so hard.

As I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him hard, his hips stopped in one fierce jerk. His entire length twitched in my mouth and then he came, I felt his hot semen filling my mouth, and I swallowed again and again. After I ran my tongue over him again gently, he collapsed back onto the couch, resting his head on the back, his eyes were closed. He was breathing deeply, and I noticed that his hand was still resting in my hair. I took it in mine, and set it on his leg as I stood up.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Do you want….” He started, but I shook my head.

“This was about you. But…Master….”

“Yes, Jayden?”

“May I find my own…release?” I asked timidly, really fucking hoping he’d say yes. He chuckled and nodded, and I made my way to the stairs. Before I went up, I turned to look at him, still sitting in the same position, his pants around his mid-thigh. The one noticeable difference was that his face looked peaceful, and that pleased me.

Once I was in my room, I stripped down quickly and lay on my bed, closing my eyes, letting my mind drift.

Lexi above me beautifully bound, riding me while Ethan took her from behind…

My legs bound in the air while Ethan fucked me that
first time…

Ethan and Lexi both working me with their mouths on
me while I was bound…

Then a new image came into my mind, not one from my memory, rather just utter masturbatory fantasy.

Lexi lying beneath Ethan with her legs over his
shoulders, as he thrust deeply into her, her breasts bounding with the movement.

Me behind Ethan, fucking him as he took her.

God, he was so tight, so hot…

I don’t know why all of my fantasies seemed to entail fucking Ethan. It probably had something to do with wanting something I couldn’t have, but the fantasy worked. My hips rose subtly to meet my hand, and I turned my head to the side, into the pillow to mask my whimpers as my orgasm approached. God, I was so fucking close. Then I took Lexi out of the equation, and it was just me taking Ethan. I imagined every grunt, every moan he would make; sounds I had heard come from him as he fucked me. When I remembered the sound of his voice as he moaned ‘Please Jayden’ downstairs, my orgasm erupted from me, hitting my stomach as I allowed myself a deep cry into the pillow.

While I lay catching my breath, I heard a sound from the hallway, like someone moving away from my door.

Ethan listened to me pleasuring myself – the thought made me sigh.

* * *

Ethan never mentioned what happened on the couch in the following weeks. During our subsequent sessions, he continued to be affectionate, but that was just his personality. His affectionate nature made me wonder how he got into this lifestyle in the first place. The phrase “bondage and domination” had always brought up images of leather clad guys beating the hell out of people, making them lick their shoes, until I actually got into it. What I found was a whole different world entirely. It was a place where I could let myself go, not worrying about family, grades, or finances. Pleasing my Master was my only concern. I would only have to strive to be what he wants me to be. It made me feel…well…free.

That week Master Ethan had been hinting at something important for our session, and I had to admit, I had no idea what it could be. As I got into the shower to get ready for our session, I got hard thinking about the possibilities. New equipment? New sub? The possibilities garnered by those two questions alone were nearly limitless. I stroked myself absently a few times with my soapy hands thinking about it, but then stopped abruptly not wanting to disobey my Master by releasing without permission.