Cum For Master.

Chapter 14.

Jasmine's breath grew ragged the vibrator stead and slower than before, but deeper.

Her body was trashed, unable to keep still. The cuff held her wrists open, her legs taut in the restraints, but everything inside her was spiraling. Desiring and craving him, inch by inch.

Every pulse against her clit made her knees buckle. Her head fell forward, eyes snapping shut.

Jerald pressed the toy firmer. “Look at me.” His voice dropped, coming in sharp in a voice she could not even defy.

Her toes curled, her stomach tightening into ecstasy.

Her shoulders tensed, body jerking off as the orgasm started to build, subtle at first, like pleasure curling inside her belly, slow and tight. As second passed, it kept growing, with every pulse, with every hum.Every second she tried to swallow her moans.

Her chest rose and fell fast, harder than the previous rise.

A little tremble started in her thighs. Then her stomach clenched and her breath caught.

“Oh my good…” she whispered, voice barely holding.

Her body moved, desiring more. Sweat prickled her skin, fire burning beneath it. She couldn't stop herself. Couldn't stop the tiny jerks, the way her core clenched around nothing, desperate for release.

Her eyes rolled, palm turning sweaty as she felt it building up against her clit.

“God!!!”

It was coming. The pleasure the orgasm. Her back arched, gosh! It was coming. So she thought, until the vibrator stopped, just like that. The sound of the humming vibrator vanished, replace with a sharp silence and the thudding sounds against her ear:

Her eyes flew open and her mouth parted in disbelief.

“Why…. Why did you stop?”

Jerald smirked, stepping closer.

His hands moved to her face, knuckles trailing against her cheeks. “Disodient submissive don't get happy endings.” his voice was low. Calm. And taunting. “We are done for today, You should leave.

Jasmime’s breath hitched.

Her heart slammed against her chest, jaws dropping.

“What?!” she barked heart thrumming. “But I am about—I am about to come!”

“I know.” He replied sounding so casual. So infuriating.

Her chest heaved, her whole body tingling and shaking from the edge.

“You don't get to cum…. Until I say do.… feisty lamb.”

The name sounded so good to her ear but Jasmine had more goals like getting an organization than lusting over a crazy nickname from a psychopath master.

She let in a swallow.

The need to release was unbearable. She could feel the heat, it was still burning between her thighs, and her clit was still throbbing and pulsing in rhythm with a denied orgasm that refused to be faded.

Still, she rolled her eyes, trying to look unbothered, trying to win.

“My submissive,” His voice dropped low. “Does not get to act rude or speak to me with that mouth.”

Jasmine let out a hiss. “You are a monster.”

Jerald licked on his lips, clucking his tongue slightly. “ I know.”

The sound of the vibrator hummed to life again and her whole body jerked. Oh God. Thank God. He was finally going to be a good person.

Her pussy arched, body aching into him.

He moved it near her already sensitive pussy, not touching, just letting her feel the heat of it.

“And this monster….” his said, voice like smoke and silk. “Won’t give you what you want until you beg.

Her jaws clenched. Pride holding on, barely.

His lips curled at the expression of disobedience on her face.

He lowered the vibrator again, letting it tease.

“Oh yeah…” her body arched at the feel against her core, her orgasm building up again, this time faster.

Her eyes rolled backward, breath hitching while her body shuddered.

He watched her body as it shook, eyes almost slipping shut.

Then he turned the vibrator off the and her eyes snapped.

“Oh my fucking—argh!” she cried out, body arching in frustration. Her wrist pulled the cuffs, her thighs shaking.

“You like how master is punishing you?”

Jasmine stared dagger at him, eyes burning with rage. If she had her way, he would have been dead already.

She said no word, heart thrumming against her ear.

Jerald smile moving the vibrator closer to her wet pussy pressing it harder against her core.

“Oh.. GOD! Yes!” her body twitched, head falling backward.

Jerald allowed the vibrator linger, eyes holding onto every expression. Watching her cry helplessly for more sent a sensation curling across his spine.

His eyes moved around her body, watching as her orgasm began to build.

Then he turned it off, keeping eye contact with her. He did it again, over and over. Turning it on. Letting her rise, watching her shoulder and every reaction then killing it.

Jasmine’a body turned limp, messy and sweaty.

Her thighs shook, cheeks flushed, clit aching.

Tears stung the back of her eyes. The pleasure inside her was unbearable, curling tightly and tightly.

Her stomach churned and at this moment she could freaking taste the orgasm as it climbed up her spine, but it kept slipping away until the moment her pride cracked,

Her body trembled, stinging from the whole pain and pleasure.

“Please….” she breathed, the word spilling out of her lips before she could even realize it. Raw and breathless.

Jerald stilled at the word, wow… just wow… so she preferred to go through all of this stress first before expressing herself.

“I can't hear you.”

Jasmine swallowed. Voice quiet but desperate. “Please… please master, let me cum.”

Jerald glared at her, his face suddenly a mask of indifference.

Jasmine bit on her lower lips unable to contain the pain and pleasure stinging her skin at once.

“Please, I need it, I… I need it. I swear I’ll do anything. Just don't stop this time, please.…”

Jerald cheeks stretched into an invisible smile.

How he loved that she was at his mercy, trembling and helpless.

His hand moved to her face, knuckles caressing her cheeks.

Jasmine let out a sharp breath, savoring the feel of his fingers against her cheeks.

“Say I am sorry master. I promise to be a good girl.”

Jasmine nodded desperately, pussy burning. “I… I am sorry master. I promise to be a good girl...”

“I promise to take your command as you have given it…”

She swallowed, repeating after him.

His hand moved against the vibrator and the moment the sound came back to life? He pressed it directly to her clit, letting her feel every ounce of the fraction. Letting her get everything her body has been craving for.

“Oh… God! Fuck! Yes!!!…”

Her back arched; moans tearing out of her lips wild and high pitched.

Her body tensed, muscles tightening.

Her fingers tightened into a fist, toes curling.

Her body jerked her orgasms coming up twice as fast as before.

With a deep grin, Jerald leaned into her, pressing the vibrator hard. “Now cum for me…fesity lamb.”

“Cum for master.”

Jasmine’s eyes slipped and the words from him had her spiraling into the wilderness of pleasure.

Her body stilled. Like a dam leakage, she shattered, her body trashing back and forth as she came on the vibrator, moaning and gasping at every juice that spilled out of her.

Her moans filled the room, raw and broken, hips thrashing as the climax tore past her.

Tears spilled down her eyes, her whole world floating between pain and pleasure, torment and bliss.

The air was heavy with the echoes of her orgasm. Jasmine’s breath had turned shallow. Hee chest rose and fell like waves after a storm, skin flushed, body limb.

Jerald watched, eyes moving down her trembling legs, her head rolled to the side, lashes fluttering faintly from exhaustion.

Jerald stepped forward, dropping the vibrator on the table.

His fingers reached for the cuffs and one by one he unhooked them.

And then— her body slumped, falling forward with a whimper, her knees buckling completely.

Without another thought, Jerald moved swiftly, catching her right before her knees would hit the floor.

His strong arms swept beneath her thighs the other one moving around her back. Her cheeks fell against his chest, breath feathering soft over his skin.

Jerald stilled at the contact, his heart flipped, curling unfamiliar.

He looked down at Jasmine whose body was totally stilled against his. No in surrender, not in obidence now, but in exhaustion. Her fight was gone and her pride melted.

He lowered them both to the floor, slow, controlled—letting her down on the soft rug beneath them, her head resting lightly on his laps.

Her head moved subconsciously, breathing steady and warm.

His eyes moved around her face.

Damn! She had it all perfect. The perfect set of eyes, the perfect set of lips.

Her lashes fluttered and that act had his cock jerking.

Heavens, she looked peaceful sleeping this way.

Subconsciously, his hand rose, moving closer to her face.

A finger slipped through her hair, brushing away a stubborn strand from her cheeks.

He watched the tiny one that clung to her lips with the sweat of effort, of struggles, of ruins.

He swept it back gently, his eyes glistering.

Her lips parted, her lashes resting delicately over her flushed cheeks. The frown she always worn when talking back was gone. Replaced with only a soft and peaceful expression.

Then the realization struck like a knife.

He was staring, drooling, and lusting over her.

His breath hitched, heart pounding against his chest.

His lahes flattered and he blinked back pulling away immediately.

What the hell?

His jaws tightened, chest rising and falling.

He was staring?

How could he be staring?

His eyes darted back to her and he stared at her again, this time for just a brief seconds, then he tore his eyes away.

That wasn't supposed to happen, non of it was supposed to happen.

He shouldn't be staring at her and he should most certainly not be desiring her like she was the only woman that existed but fuck it! Every inch of him craved nothing but her and every minute with her in his space drove him to the insane edge of hunger. A place he knew would jeopardize them both.