Chapter 37

Right as I’d rolled into my parents’ bedroom, Jeri turned after placing the lift ready for me. With my pulse pounding, I slowed my approach to inspect her. Naked in the dimming light, the alluring curves of her shimmering dark body vibrated. Once I reached her, neither of us spoke, but every gentle touch drove her breathing quicker and my heart thumping harder.

Once atop the mattress, I eased towards the pillow on my side, being careful not to dig my aching, full shaft into the covers. All thoughts of anything beyond the room vanished from my frazzled mind as Jeri’s sleek frame dashed about. As she shoved the lift away, its swinging belts jangled. The fading dents of the leather straps and my handprints were the only markings on the perfectly rounded flesh of her butt.

In the gloom, as she whirled from place to place, her dark eyes remained locked on me. Pure desire. At my fist sliding up my aching shaft, they blinked. No need for words. We both understood what she craved. And who. A swift curse came from her at the near miss of her toes while pushing the chariot next to the still clanking lift.

When at last she surged for the bed, those shadowed eyes gleaming, Jeri was beyond hunger. As was I. Then again, considering she’d watched Beth ride me earlier, the need within her was immense. When she slid to a halt before the edge, I scanned her trembling frame. Her shiny nails clicked as she let my gaze wander her. From beneath her bowed head, I could catch the flickering of her glistening dark pools.

And in those eyes, as she stood awaiting my command, there remained that brief flicker. Doubt. As if I’d turn her away.

Despite wanting her, I hardened my heart and tightened the grip on my root. That pause was necessary. As much as she craved control in her life, it was my role to provide it for her.

While ignoring the aroma of the leaking fluids glimmering on her inner thighs and the squelching in her darkened folds, I held my breath and counted. With every inhale or soft liquid sound from her, electricity arced along the nerves of my body. Each rapid gasp for air. The wobbling of her firm, dark chest gleaming in the dimness. How I craved those globes mashed into me. And her whispering moans against my ear.

Yet still, I let time tick onwards.

“I can ... Uh, I can retrieve the harness—master,” she said, her voice a low whisper. “If you wa—”

“I want you,” I replied. Oh, and enough control. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Just as you are. Now! Get up here, slut.”

Though I hadn’t meant for my tone to be so icy, God, did Jeri ever react. With a yip, breasts swinging and hair billowing behind her like a shiny ebon cloud, she leaped onto the bed. After a short wince and a quick shift of my legs, she slipped her slick, warm thighs over mine. While she held her swaying form above me, Jeri stretched her long, dark fingers for my aching shaft.

Right then, time slammed to a halt. As the breath stuck in my throat at a spatter of warmth dripping onto my knob from the incredible heat just above it, she froze. In mid-air, her digits, mere inches from my throbbing cock, trembled.

“Kyle...” With her black eyes glossy, Jeri pursed and rolled her lips while staring at me. “Am I...? Is this right? Am I a bad woman? You’re only a ... And I’m your teacher.”

Insane voice? Nothing. Drums—nope. Not even Shayna was there to, uh, well, do the things she did. As my heart raced, I sighed and lifted my hands to skim her shiny thighs. She was so tense, the vibrations on her body had my palms quivering.

“No. You’re not bad, Jeri. You’ve got needs. We’ve agreed I can help with those.” Sounded perfectly reasonable, right? Perhaps not for the old normal world, but the words flowed from me. Drums, insane voice, magical dog, night phantom, desert dream, all of it. For whatever reason, I resided in a trans-normal existence. My speech was utter calm. “I don’t care that you’re my teacher. Or older than me. Or about anything else other than giving you the pleasure you deserve.”

“But—”

When I cut her off with a squeeze of my fingers on her thighs, a hissing moan fled her quivering lips.

“No. I’ve said it before, and I’ll keep saying it—I want you in my life, Jeri. Exactly as you are. A sexy little submissive, whatever that really means if you want, but I like you. Not only”—I waved my hand over her glimmering, russet-tinged, dark frame and grinned—”because you’re drop-dead gorgeous, naked or otherwise, but because you’ve got a good heart. And that’s rare.”

While she nodded, her hands slipped onto my wrists. Which was not where I needed them. When her gaze dropped to track a dribble slipping free of my slit, her hot breath seared my aching flesh. With a chuckle, she returned to me.

“Me? You’re the one with the kind heart, Kyle. You could’ve walked away. You might’ve turned me in. Or...” Her eyes drifted out of focus. “Or taken advantage of me. But you’d ... You’d never even thought about that. Not once.”

“I would never, ever—” was all I managed before Jeri surged forward while releasing my hands to grip my shaft in both fists.

“I want you, Kyle! As my—”

Her words stopped when, with her eyes widening, she sank. Her silken warmth engulfed my bulb. A brief slip along sodden flesh. The tiny hole, so alive. In one swift motion, it widened, stretching over my tip. As I pushed into her silken wetness, her entire frame arched skyward. My gaze flicked to her spreading folds just as my rod disappeared into her dusky, swollen cleft.

“As my master!” shot from her as she met my eyes.

All I could do was gasp for air as she drove herself downward. As it pierced her silky core, my cock forced apart her pulsating insides. Weightier than Beth’s, her velvet walls pulsed with even more force while Jeri took me into her. As my hands clasped her collapsing thighs, more of my aching flesh disappeared into her slippery tightness.

“Oh. Oh. Oh, my god. Oh. Yes, master. It’s been so ... So long,” hissed from Jeri’s shaking lips. Alive with motion, every part of her slick walls clenched and released. “Oh. Oh, that’s so good. Yes, stretch my naughty, slutty pussy, master. Fuck, you’re immense. This is ... Wow!”

As her eyes and trembling jaw widened, Jeri continued to slide downward. More and more of my shaft wedged deep into her spreading folds. The liquid slurp of her body’s acceptance drew my gaze to the ever tauter stretching pink band amidst her puffy, darkened flesh. She was so wet. Searing dribbles flowed in a continuous wave down my pole to douse my balls.

With blood pounding in my ears, I glided my hands forward to enclose Jeri’s slim waist. Just as I tensed, gleaming and white-rimmed, her black eyes found mine. At long last, I did what I’d wanted to do since we’d first met. With every ounce of energy I could muster, I thrust my pelvis upwards. When I shoved so far into her, my tip mashed into her spongy flesh, her eyelids flew apart.

Jeri’s trembling jaw dropped.

“Oh, fuck! Jesus, Kyle! Fuck! All the fucking way. Yes. Oh, my. Oh. Oh.” With her entire frame shuddering and her pussy clamping every throbbing inch of my cock, her eyes locked on mine. “Master! Sorry, but ... Oh my fucking God.”

“That’s right, Jeri.” Each muscle in my body shook. Where had I gotten the strength? “I’m your—”

“—master! My fucking master. You. Only you. Oh. Oh. Oh, God!”

As Jeri’s voice became a primal cry, her hands flew upwards to claw red nails through her wavy raven tresses. Pinned in the air by my raised hips, her squirming torso torqued in my grip. Slick and warm, her insides pummeled me. Stronger and more—I don’t know, developed than Beth—her slippery walls wriggled with life as the pulsating orgasm continued.

Just as her cry started to falter, from somewhere deep inside, I scrounged one further packet of energy. With a wet slurp, I dragged from her before shoving upwards again. Another point needed to be made.

“Mine.” My voice was as cold as I could make it, while ignoring every jangling synapse in my brain. “You’re my slut, Jeri. Mine.”

Eyes wild and glossy, she only nodded as a louder scream tore from her. In my grip as the next wave of pleasure slammed it, her entire sleek body whipped from side to side.

At that point, she needed me far more than I needed her. Another lesson learned by my rookie master self.

Again and again, with every ear-shattering cry, her wobbling full tits swayed, their darkened sharp points beckoning. All the while, I found the power to pump into her from below. While it wasn’t far, I could at least bounce her skyward before letting her take me fully back into her. Each ram of my bulb into her soft flesh sent another roaring scream from her shaking, wide lips.

Time was nothing. Anything beyond Jeri’s riding frame and pulsating, clenching, slippery insides ceased to exist.

With each forceful impact of the bounding woman, the creaking bed slammed into the wall. In a hazy mist, the view shifted. From outside my body, I looked down at us. All the limitations of my failing physicality ignored, I became a machine. Relentless, driving into her, discounting—no relishing—each strident, hair-pulling cry as she rose and fell with my weakening thrusts.

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