Nearly Forbidden: Swim Fan Series, Book One

Chapter One-4

“I understand, Master,” Jacki said again. It was louder this time. She really did comprehend.

“During those weeks, we can certainly email and text. If you need to, you can also call me. It’s not as if we will have no contact. You may have questions that I can answer, and it would better if you didn’t have to wait.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said, reassured.

“There’s just one more thing, slave. Have you ever had anal s*x?”

“Once,” she replied. “It was uncomfortable, and he wasn’t anywhere near your size. I don’t think I could ever take you there.”

“Then we’ve found your first soft limit, slave. I enjoy f*****g asses a lot. They’re so much tighter than cunts, even the tightest. I require it of those who are my slaves. Along with the others things I give you tomorrow, I’m going to give you a dildo. I want you f**k yourself every day with it for thirty minutes. It’s not as big as me, but once you can take it comfortably, you can take me as well.”

“You say that you require of your slaves,” Jacki said apprehensively. “How many do you have?”

“I’m thirty-four, slave. I haven’t lived exactly what you’d call a monastic life,” Peter replied. He flashed that smile again. “Don’t fret, though, my pet,” he said, again playing with her t**s. “There is no one currently. You have no competition.”

Jacki smiled. “Is there anything else, Master?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I realize that I was too hard on you earlier when I criticized you. We can laugh together, even during s*x. The Summer Sterling book will show you that.”

Jacki’s face lit up. “Thank you, Master!”

Peter chuckled. “That’s enough for now. There will be more tomorrow.” He slid his hand onto her V. “I see you are still wet. Let’s do something about that.” He stood and extended his hand to her. Jacki took it and rose.

“What about the dishes?” she asked.

“They can wait, slave. We have more important matters to attend to.”

The two walked back to the bedroom. Peter lay on his back on the bed. “Mount me, slave,” he commanded. Jacki did as he ordered and straddled him. Then she impaled herself on his rigid shaft.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. “You claim you’re a Dom, but you want me on top. Isn’t that the submissive position?”

Peter moved her up and down a few times, establishing the rhythm he wanted. As Jacki continued to rock on his p***s, he spoke, saying, “Being on the bottom is my choice. I like it because I can see everything. I can watch myself moving in and out of you. I have access to your ass,” he said, running his hands over her nates. “And your t**s,” as he placed a hand on each breast. He pinched her n*****s and twisted them hard. She loved the sensation, even though it was a trifle painful. She continued to ride him, loving the sensation of being so full. For his part, while he was fairly tan, he enjoyed the sight of his paler hands on her dark brown flesh.

The nudity, the fondling, and the erotic conversation (no matter how ordinary its tone) had Jacki warmed up. It was not long before she was compelled to ask, “Please, Master, may I come for you?”

Peter was not going to deny her today or tomorrow. It might be impossible for her to stop herself, and he didn’t want to have to punish her. On the other hand, to refuse her request might also spook her and turn her off D/s. “Yes, slave, come for your Master, you nasty bitch.” She writhed and moaned in ecstasy. He sat up and embraced Jacki and kissed her. As he slid his tongue in her receptive mouth, he felt its coolness, a sure sign that she had orgasmed.

“Aren’t you going to come, Master?” she asked, when she had recovered enough to talk.

“I just came a few hours ago, slave. In order to discipline others, the first thing a Dom must do is learn to discipline himself. I can last for a while now. I’m not going to come until I make you come at least one more time. You are multi-orgasmic, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master!” she responded gleefully as she continued to thrust herself up and down on him. In short order, she was had to ask permission again.

“Yes, slave. Come for me!” he said with vigor. Jacki shuddered and moaned loudly. Peter did not let up on his attack though, and soon, she had to ask a third time. A third time he gave her permission. Shortly thereafter, he allowed himself to come.

Jacki collapsed on his chest, totally spent. “How’s that for s****l compatibility, Master?” she gasped.

“I’ll admit, slave, that you have possibilities,” replied Peter, laughing.

Jacki dismounted and lay next to Peter. She fell asleep with his arms around her and her head on his chest.