04 – Decisions

Literotic asexstories – 04 – Decisions by Ms_Mel,Ms_Mel
When Jakob finally let me off the table, my body refused to obey any commands. My muscles were so fatigued from the constant tugging and pulling at my restraints throughout the ordeal that Jakob actually had to carry me back up the stairs and set me on the couch. It took half an hour for me to be able to move under my own power, at which point I was diligently focused on avoiding any further punishments.

I was barely able to scrape dinner together in the half hour I had left to me and spent the remainder of an otherwise pleasant evening of laying on the couch, massaging his cock with my tongue and mouth; not really blowing him, but just suckling and worshiping his dick while he watched a movie. I was praying that he wouldn’t ask me to do anything else, because I wasn’t confident in my ability to even walk a straight line anymore.

He gently stroked my hair throughout, and the butterflies it gave me lasted all the way into my dreams. They, like my waking hours, ended up being full of Jakob; us before I ruined everything, us after this was all over, getting remarried and growing old together, a house full of the sounds of children’s laughter. It was so realistic, I very nearly cried when he woke me.

He spent all day Wednesday “correcting” my posture. This process largely comprised of him seeing how far out I could thrust my chest while remaining stable enough on my knees to withstand him fucking my throat. He actually did work on keeping my back straight, legs shoulder-width apart while kneeling, and my shoulders back, but his interest was definitely not on those particular aspects of my “posture”.

By the end of the day, my gag reflex wasn’t gone completely, but it was much easier for me to ignore. I actually found most of it to be quite nice. If it weren’t for how sore my throat got, and the surprising amount of exhaustion that came with it, I would have enjoyed it enough to volunteer for it again. His delectable scent drew me in and begged me not to leave, encouraging me to hold my breath longer and longer to bask my face in the warmth of his crotch.

I already found a great deal of pleasure in sucking Jakob’s dick. It, unlike the few others I’d tried, seemed to have a taste catered to my palette. I loved feeling his cock throb in my mouth as his hips wriggled underneath me, trying not to lose control. It made me feel powerful.

Now that I was able to take him all the way down, a new level of desire for his cock had awakened. Deepthroating him made me feel sexy as fuck, and I knew I would happily worship his dick whenever he wanted it.

He was so pleased with my performance that he even fingered me to a slow, sensual orgasm without any strings attached, and I resolved to keep him that happy as often as I was capable of doing. Though my desires weren’t always, or even often, met, Jakob was more than attentive to my needs. He kept regular applications of the ointment on my ass until Wednesday evening, when I was able to sit at the table with minimal discomfort and actually partake of a meal with him. I suspected he was feeling bad about how brutal he had been, since I had eaten every meal at his feet since arriving.

That was the first full day of my new life that didn’t include me getting punished. It was a taste of what life could be like if I was able to master my impulses and keep my mouth shut, unless it was being useful to him. With the dread of inevitable failure diminished, I went to bed looking forward to Thursday.

Jakob woke me with the customary air horn, but I was ready for him this time. I had woken in the dark at the beeping of the keypad which locked the cell door. While the surprisingly quiet door rolled to the side, I coiled my legs up under the blanket to lunge.

The light flicked on, and I was out of the bed before the air horn even started. By the time he released it, I was kneeling in front of my bed with my tongue out and my mouth open. He looked down at me in mild shock, and I winked at him before giving him my best, big, puppy-dog eyes.

It was for show, of course, but I could tell he loved it. I was determined to provide anything and everything he loved if it kept me in his good graces. He smiled and even let out a short laugh at my antics, which just spurred me on. I slowly crawled towards him on all fours and stopped directly in front of him.

I looked up at him and batted my eyes. He laughed again and said, “I guess someone’s a little excited to see me this morning.”

“Oh, yes.” I groaned at him. “May I please suck Sir’s cock for him?”

He pretended to consider it for a moment before nodding his approval. I had his shorts down around his knees in record time. He was already plenty hard from my enthusiastic greeting, and I moved my hands from my thighs up to his well-toned ass. I gave his cockhead a loving kiss and, while holding eye contact with him, I sank his cock as deep into my throat as I could in one fell swoop.

I gagged a little bit, but managed to keep him lodged firmly in my throat. He groaned above me, and I hummed as hard as I could around his shaft as one hand crept around to massage his balls. I managed to slip my tongue out just far enough to tease them with the tip while maintaining constant, albeit watery, eye contact with him.

He groaned again, louder and longer. “Fuuuck, Sarah. Who would have guessed you could be so good at this with a bit of encouragement?” The same rush I got whenever he used my name flooded me with endorphins. I tried to smile around his thick shaft, but I don’t think I was able to move my mouth at all. I felt his cock jerk in my mouth as he flexed; my signal to get moving.

Starting with deep, slow strokes, I began fucking my own throat on his dick. I never took my gaze from his face, even when he closed his eyes or tipped his head backwards to breathe deeply. He was perfect; an incarnation of my desires made flesh. When his green eyes came back down to meet mine, I began increasing my pace.

Soon, I was plunging his whole cock in and out of my mouth at such rapid speeds, I was unable to actually meet his eyes. I kept my gaze directed in a vaguely upward manner while I worked out his first load of the day. I was rewarded in short order, and pulled off far enough to catch his delicious cum on my tongue. I was certainly lucky to love eating his seed nearly as much as he loved giving it to me.

He filled my mouth, and I held it open for his approval. He sighed, the afterglow of his ecstasy making his eyes unfocused for a moment. I patiently waited until he nodded at me, then I swallowed it and showed him my empty mouth before licking his cock clean, taking one last, long breath of his scent, and tucking it back into his shorts.

He stroked my hair gently throughout his aftercare, and I snuggled into his thigh when I was finished. We remained like that for several long moments until he sighed again and spoke. “You have been doing very good for me, slut. I hope you can keep up this attitude today, because I know you’re not going to like what’s on the schedule. However, there will be rewards for you if you manage to persevere.”

I could practically feel my happiness fall right through the floor, despite the offer of the vague rewards. “Will you be taking my ass today, Sir?” I asked quietly. I knew it would come eventually. The rules made it clear that my entire body would be at his mercy. I had agreed to it, but it was the part of our deal that I was most nervous about. Not because I didn’t want to do it, but because it had hurt like the devil when we tried in the past.

I looked up at him pleadingly, and I saw his mask slip ever so slightly. Something akin to sorrow flashed across his features before they went stony again. “Yes, slut. Today we will be stretching your ass out and preparing it for a proper fucking.” He hesitated, choosing his words carefully before continuing. “I must admit that some, if not most, of the blame for the past failings in this arena is mine. I have done my research this time, and I hope that this can be something you will be able to tolerate, if not enjoy. Regardless, it is happening.”

I nodded and slowly rose to my feet, groping his cock on the way up while I tried to think of anything that might get him to take it easy on my poor, little asshole. Even standing at my full height, the top of my head could rest comfortably under Jakob’s chin. I longed for the day when I could embrace him like that again. For now, though, I just raised my eyes to meet his and asked, “Would Sir like me to prepare breakfast first?”

He shook his head. “We are going to work all day today on this, slut. Perhaps it will even continue into tomorrow, but we must get started now. Follow me.” I opened my mouth to protest about needing something to calm the load in my stomach, but a look from him made my jaw snap shut again. He nodded in approval, and withdrew a soft granola bar from his pocket, handing it to me as we left my cell.

Throughout the day on Wednesday, I had followed him everywhere on my hands and knees, playing into the role. It irritated my knees more than anything, but I figured I’d be spending enough time on them that I ought to get used to it while I’m enjoying everything else. Today, knowing what was coming, my mood soured considerably and I just followed him on my feet while munching on the granola bar.

He spared a glance in my direction with a look of mild surprise at me walking upright, but I ignored it. The elation and determination I had felt from the hard work I put in yesterday had fled from me completely. I had eagerly crammed his cock into my throat first thing in the morning, and he was still going to take my ass. I was practically fuming by the time we got to the master bedroom.

He led me through the bedroom to the bathroom as I took the final bite of the bar, and there was a plastic bag hanging up in the shower with a hose running out of the bottom of it. I knew it was for cleaning me out, and I stopped to stare at it. We had never used one of these before; it seemed like it could hold so much liquid; surely it would never fit all of that inside me.

“You’ll want to relieve yourself before we get started.” Jakob informed me, and left the bathroom to give me my privacy. As if he wasn’t going to be balls-deep in there before breakfast. I sighed and did my business before opening the door for him again.

Jakob strode in and turned the water on, making sure it was nice and warm before holding the bag open to fill it most of the way up with the warm water. Then he added something from a bottle under the sink; surely some sort of soap. He sealed the bag and hung it up again before motioning for me to step into the shower.

I stifled my comments and tried to wrangle my face into a mask of passivity. Something must have slipped through, though. His eyes narrowed and his brow shifted downwards, but he didn’t make a comment. I stepped past him and into the pleasantly warm water.

He shrugged off his shirt before reaching into the spray and turning me so my back was facing the shower head. He placed his hand on my upper back and pressed firmly, bending me at my waist. His hand went between my thighs and tapped on them. I spread my legs out wider.

His hands roamed appreciatively over my modestly wide backside, giving it gentle squeezes. His touch felt good, but I still clenched at the idea of what was to come. He continued massaging my cheeks until I had relaxed a bit. Then he spread them wide and rubbed his thumb across my asshole.

I clenched up all over again, but it didn’t seem to phase him. He just kept the gentle massage going, trying to work the tension out of my rear entrance. It did feel good, but I knew as soon as something went in it would be–

“Oh!” I gasped aloud. He had slipped something into me as I was lost in my thoughts. It must have been very small, because I hadn’t felt the pressure of it getting ready to penetrate me while Jakob’s thumb worked me over.

“Good job, slut.” He said, barely louder than the water hitting the tiles. “You’re going to feel very full when this is empty, but you need to hold it in while you shower. The movement will help to agitate the solution and more thoroughly clean you out. As soon as you’re done washing, relieve yourself again and join me in the bedroom.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I said as he opened the valve. Immediately I felt the curious sensation of the warm liquid flowing into me. I moaned without meaning to; it almost felt as good as Jakob spilling his load in me. He chuckled as he left, and I very nearly flipped him off. I decided instead to indulge in this unexpected luxury.

The feeling was exquisite, and more than a few moans were wrenched from my lips. Then it got to be too much. Too full. The bag was still a quarter full, and my moans turned into groans, and then into grunts of discomfort. I knew it was too good to be true. I tried to get my mind off of it, but there wasn’t much else to focus on at the moment.

After an agonizingly long wait, the bag was mercifully empty. I felt like I was six months pregnant, waddling in circles to get the water all over me. It felt like I was cramping, and my mood quickly began to tank. I washed as quickly as I could, but I still took long enough that I very nearly didn’t make it to the toilet in time.

I expected it to all rush out at once with how full I felt, but it seemed that getting it out was going to be just as much of a challenge as getting it in had been. It was a long time, and many embarrassing sounds, later that I was finally able to remove myself from the toilet and join that bastard in the bedroom.

I was all out of patience at this point, and was in no mood to get stuffed full of anything else. I knew from one look at him that he knew I wasn’t going to be taking it. He slowly rose from the bed, on which he had spread out several towels and an assortment of toys. He crossed the room and stood before me to emphasize the differences between us.

This time, I wasn’t afraid. I had seen too many of those looks slip by his mask to think he would just force something up my ass. I didn’t care what he wanted to do to me for disobeying, but he was NOT getting in there with anything else.

“Are you ready?” He asked. He knew what I was going to say before I opened my mouth.

“Fuck you.” I spat at him. He took a step back in shock. Alright, apparently he didn’t know what I was going to say. “I cooked, cleaned and serviced you happily literally all day yesterday. I fucked my own throat not even an hour ago, without you asking for it, and this is how you want to treat me?

“You beat my ass so badly two days ago that I can still feel it, Jake! The same night, you forced me to cum so many times that I literally thought I was going to go insane! Yesterday, after those abuses, I spent nearly the entire day with your cock in my mouth! This is the thanks I get? This is the result of my effort?

“Fuck you. Fuck this whole shitty game you’re playing. I’m signing the other contract tomorrow and, God help me, if you try to put anything else in me between now and then, I will see you jailed for rape and abuse of authority!”

Jakob stared silently at me, his face inscrutable. I stood my ground, meeting his blazing emerald eyes with a glare of fury. We stood there as breathing statues for what must have been five minutes. Ten minutes. Neither of us were willing to back down. Finally, I spoke again.

“Well? Are you just going to stand there all day glaring at me?” Jakob smirked, and I realized I had lost whatever challenge we were fighting.

“Stay there.” He rumbled and left the master suite. I heard something crashing around in the house outside. The big bad wolf had finally been beaten. He lost his unwavering cool and was trashing something. He entered the room again and motioned for me to follow him.

I strutted out of the master bedroom, looking around for whatever he had demolished. The only thing out of place was a few pieces of furniture stacked haphazardly in the living room. I studied them for a second before the realization of what they were hit me. It was the furniture from my cell.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I shrieked at him as he led me to the cell. I grabbed his arm to turn him around, but he simply latched onto my wrist and drug me towards the sliding bar door.

He tossed me inside the room, and I went sprawling onto the mattress, now laying on the floor with a single thin sheet. The door slammed shut as I was yelling and cursing at him. He never said a word to me as he walked away.

I continued to rage at him, screaming myself hoarse into the house. I never got a response, and I gave up when I realized I had nothing to drink to soothe my sore throat. I threw myself down on the mattress and cried. I had gotten what I wanted. My poor little asshole was safe. So why did it feel like I lost?

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When Jakob finally returned, he was carrying a paper plate and a water bottle. On the plate was toast, eggs, and bacon. The food held no appeal for me, but I was dying to get the water that my throat was screaming for, so I just stared ahead as he sat down on the floor outside of the bars.

“You’ve had your say.” He spoke in a low rumble, setting the plate and water down to his side. “Now, I’m going to have mine. Then, and only then, will you be given breakfast. If you want to interrupt me, feel free. I literally have nothing better to do.”

I kept my silence, and he continued. “The cause for your problems, for the problems between us, is a fundamental misunderstanding of what love is. Love is not a transactional value. It is not something given, something received, something to be bartered or held for ransom. Love is not an emotion; it is a decision.

“The decision to willingly lay your own life down for someone else is love. The decision to put someone else’s wants and needs before your own is love. The decision to protect and provide, in whatever manner you are able, to someone else is love.

“The first act of love you showed me in over a year was the decision to not sign the new contract I presented you with on Monday. You stood to gain very little, with only the promise that I knew it would help you, yet you submitted your entire being to me.

“The joy I felt in that moment was indescribable, Sarah. I came home with a heart full of love for you, ready to continue laying myself down for your benefit. I found you in our bed with another man and, before I could even wrap my head around what was happening, you packed a suitcase and disappeared. The only thing I heard from you after that was delivered to me, in front of my entire unit, by a process server.

“Divorce papers. No phone call, no chance for me to win you back. Just a request for copies of the pictures in our photo album. Even in that, I gave you everything I could. Six months later, I received another package bearing your name. D.O.C. needed someone to take responsibility for you; to make sure that you would be cared for outside of the normal system.

“In less than two hours, I had done everything within my ability to provide the best quality of life for you that I could. All of this was arranged before I even knew if you would say yes. All of it, from a single word written on a blank piece of paper. That is what love is, Sarah.

“I want you to love me, Sarah. More than that, I want you to be able to love anyone. That is what I am trying to teach you here. You only do things for others if you think there’s a reward to be had. You always seek the path of least resistance for yourself, regardless of what that path holds for the ones around you.

“I don’t want to break you. I hate seeing you in pain, and it hurts my soul to know that I am the one causing it when I should be your protector. However, I will continue in this labor of love for your benefit, hoping that you can believe me when I say that the results will be worth the pain.

“This isn’t something you can change overnight, however. You have decades of pampering that have given you an overinflated sense of ego. You have convinced yourself that the smallest amount of effort on your part is the equivalent of moving mountains on the part of anyone else. I need to break you of that notion.

“Think of yourself like an engine. At some point in your life, a part of you broke inside. The check engine light came on, but nobody, myself included, decided to fix it. That broken piece broke more pieces, which went on to break even more. Now the engine doesn’t run, and the only way to fix it is to take every little piece of it apart, and replace what is broken.

“If you allow me to break you apart and fix what is wrong, I promise your life will be more fulfilled than you could ever imagine. Your newfound self-control will free you from the shackles of your selfishness. I have never lied to you, Sarah. You know that. Trust me.

“I need to go shopping. I’m going out as soon as I leave, so I unfortunately need to leave you in the cell for a few hours. When I get back, you will be let out for the remainder of the day to do, and dress, as you wish.

“Tomorrow, as I promised, you can sign the new contract. You will have all the furniture back in here, and you will not be locked in unless absolutely necessary. Should you choose not to, you will take the next step on the harder path. You will be able to earn your comforts back, and more besides. Beyond that, any progression is entirely up to you and what you decide.”

Having finally finished his monologue, Jakob placed the paper plate between the bars along with the water bottle. He stood and walked out of view. I quickly grabbed the water and drank half of it in one go. The relief was immediate, and I downed the other half before he reappeared carrying an outfit consisting of a matching bra and panty set, leggings, and a short summer dress.

He pressed the articles of clothing through the bars next to the plate, and left again. He wouldn’t even meet my eyes. He returned once more, this time with two additional water bottles. He pressed them through the bars as well and, as he stood to leave, I called to him.

“Jakob.” He looked at me, and I saw him without the mask. The well of sorrow and pain was fathomless, but there was something burning in there, too. A passion, determination; the desire to push me to succeed and to see it come to pass. “I’m sorry. For all of it.”

“I hope you mean it.” He said softly. He never would lie to me, and I knew that there was a hidden message there. He’d heard those words from me far too often without any conviction behind them. He could not trust me at my word, not anymore. I didn’t know if I could even trust myself at my word.

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I couldn’t even bring myself to dress. The entire time Jakob was gone, I sat on the mattress in the corner of the room, debating myself in my own head. I knew what he said about me was true. My parents had spoiled me, and Jakob had picked up where they left off. I was a brat, and I knew that even the things I had bragged about to him earlier were done in the hopes of my own reward, not because they were what he needed or wanted.

On the other hand, how in the FUCK was sexually dominating me going to turn me into a more loving person? Why the hell was this the way Jakob had decided to “break me down”?

The little voice in my head answered. I was the epitome of selfishness and self-centeredness. If I was going to be removed from my pedestal, it would have to be done by someone else. It would have to be done in a way that left me without a doubt that the person who did it was worth serving, especially in the bedroom.

While I had enjoyed servicing Jakob while we were together, it had always been on my terms. I wouldn’t have called myself selfish then but, looking back, I knew that Jakob had been magnitudes more generous with me than I had been with him. I was always the one at the center of attention in our lovemaking, and that needed to be corrected as thoroughly as the rest of my behavior.

I had always known that Jakob was hopelessly in love with me. It afforded me a lot of freedom that I took for granted and abused. Now I was being asked to relinquish that freedom for the unknown. To lay my own needs and desires at his feet and trust that he wouldn’t do exactly what I had done in that situation.

I never lived up to the promises I’d made at the altar. To be completely his in mind, body and soul. I’d given him pieces of my body, but not the whole thing. I’d teased him with it, but never with any intention of following through. I’d surrendered some of my time but never at an inconvenience to myself. I let him dote upon me and never even considered doing something in kind for him, just to show him how much he meant to me.

Now, I’d seen that he was capable of the same kind of neglect that I foisted upon him. Even if it wasn’t in his nature, he was capable of acting just as poorly as I had. Just how willing was I to fully trust him? It was the scariest decision I ever had to make in my life.

It was the decision Jakob made. He made it over and over, even when he got burned in the process. He made it for me. All of this was done for me, despite my destruction of what we had. He had wanted to reconcile before I had even gotten my shame under control. How could I doubt him? Who else would ever show me that kind of love?

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When Jakob did return, he let me out of my cell. I still had not dressed. I had not felt any desire to. He slid the door back and stepped aside for me to exit. I stepped out tentatively, and slowly turned to face him. I raised my eyes to his, and made my decision on the spot. How could I not, staring into that boundless pool of affection in his soul?

“Jakob.” I said softly.

“Sarah.” He responded in equal quiet.

“Please fix me.” My voice broke on the last word, and my tears broke free. I sniffed hard to bring myself under control, just for two more sentences. “But first, I need to be selfish one more time.” Jakob stared into my eyes, waiting to fulfill whatever demand I was going to make of him. “Make love to me?” I made it a question. A request. I couldn’t reasonably ask him to do it, but I was far from reasonable at that moment.

“As you wish.” He replied, and gently took me into his arms.

He was a firm, warm mountain of comfort. It was the comfort I had longed for since the night of my mistake. Now, he had to break me to fix me. I hesitantly longed for the coming work of his hands upon my soul, despite the pain I knew I would have to go through. For now, his hands working my body kept my mind away from my own tragic failures.

His lips covered mine, and we both opened to allow his tongue to conquer mine. I didn’t even put up a token resistance. I wanted his utter domination in this loving manner first, before the breaking. He seemed to understand, and he pulled me into the master bedroom. The towels and toys were gone.

He laid me gently onto the mattress and broke our embrace only long enough to strip his clothes from his body. My mouth instantly watered when I saw his cock released from the lounge pants. I actually licked my lips in anticipation, and sighed in relief when he climbed far enough up onto the bed for his cock to be level with my mouth.

I opened my mouth and licked across his dome. He pushed in gently, only letting a bit more than his tip enter my mouth. I whined in protest, wanting all of it. I wrapped my hands around his hips and pulled him slowly into my welcoming throat. A thrill went through me as he groaned. If I had learned anything in these last four days, it was that I felt sexy as fuck when he twitched in my throat and struggled to control his breathing.

He pulled back and thrust once more into my throat before pulling that delicious cock from my lips. I mewled in disappointment, scrabbling to chase him while he rolled over and sat against the headboard. I immediately dove back onto his cock. My motivation was selfish; I knew that. I wasn’t concerned at all with his pleasure, I just wanted his girth filling my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of it.

When he blew his load, I swallowed it greedily. I kept sucking until his bucking hips and gasps to stop brought me back to myself. “You fucking succubus.” Jakob teased in gasps. “You were trying to suck my soul out through my dick, weren’t you?”

I giggled and looked thoughtful for a second before putting each pointer finger above either side of my head to mimic horns and growled at him. Amusement showed in his eyes, but his desire had not flagged.

He moved off the headboard and swapped our positions. He sat cross-legged, and pulled my hips up to his mouth so I was almost doing a headstand down to the bed. I tried to reach behind me for his cock, but he slapped my hand away. “Your turn.” He mumbled as he dove into my dripping cunt.

It was heaven on earth. He ran his tongue through my folds, flicking the tip up to brush my clit with every lick. He suckled and nibbled on me, sending lightning through my body. In a matter of minutes, he had me gushing all over his face.

While I was still coming down, I felt his tongue move further back. I gasped in astonishment as the hot, wet muscle began to massage my tight little asshole. “Jake, what are you-”

“Trust me?” He asked gently. It was a request, not an order. I hesitantly laid back down and allowed him to continue. It was a strange sensation, but without the threat of imminent penetration, I found myself enjoying it.

He teased me like that until my eyes closed and a soft hum escaped my lips. I was pretty sure he wanted to prove something to me; to soften my defenses instead of shattering them. I was also pretty sure that it was working, just a little bit.

When he’d deemed I had enough, and without going any further than the slight pressure at my backdoor, he scooted backwards on the bed to let my body lay flat. He stood from the bed, and my eyes opened to follow him. He went to the nightstand and removed a condom. I groaned and pouted at him.

He threw me a sheepish smile and shrugged apologetically. “I think D.O.C. might frown on me impregnating my prisoner.”

I sighed, but I knew he was right. He got back on the bed with the condom in one hand, and motioned me with the other to come suck him back to full mast. I eagerly took him in my mouth again, and wasn’t surprised to find him already halfway there. It only took a few moments before he was ready, but I indulged longer than was strictly necessary.

Eventually, he pushed me back and his cock left my lips with an audible pop. He kneeled as I lay on my back, tracing my fingertips down his muscled arms. He held his shaft in one hand and placed the other just below my stomach.

He brought his cock to my entrance, then flicked it up to brush over my clit. My head fell back as I moaned; he wasn’t playing fair. He continued stroking my clit with his tip, and my moans turned into needy whines.

“Jakob, please!” I begged him, wrapping my legs around his hips to try and pull him into me.

He smirked and lined his cock up with my soaking, desperate pussy. My eyes went wide and I bit my lower lip, nodding vigorously at him to continue. He gently eased himself into me. I moaned his name; thanks and praise spilling from my sultry lips. When he fully seated himself in me, it was ecstatic bliss.

Then he began to move. Slowly, pulling each throbbing inch out while I whined at the loss before pushing back in, to renewed choruses of exultation. It was everything I had wanted since I left him. Completed again, at last.

He began to work into his rhythm as his hands meandered up my body to grope at my bouncing tits. He massaged and kneaded them, occasionally pinching or twisting a nipple to extract more lewd noises from me. I felt my peak approaching and my hands curled around his as he fondled me. I clenched once, then twice, and then exploded on his thrusting length.

He didn’t let up; driving me to greater heights. However, unlike the infernal wand, he did slow down when my muscles relaxed. HIs ministrations slowed to allow me the reprieve of my afterglow while he nibbled on my neck and whispered sweet nothings in my ears.

When my legs pulled against his waist again, he brought me right back up to speed. This time, he fucked me in earnest. My hands replaced his on my breasts when he gripped my hips for greater leverage. I squeezed and fondled them as he really worked himself into a furor.

I quickly approached the edge again as he rutted into me, lost in his own animalistic desire for domination of his chosen mate. Our hips slapped together in a satisfying crescendo, gaining in volume and speed as he drove us to completion.

I held off as long as I possibly could, wanting to cum in sync with him, but I couldn’t resist the siren’s song forever. As I crashed over the edge, my pussy clamped down on him and pulled him with me. With a grunt and a groan, his seed burst into… the condom.

It was a strange, unwelcome reminder of our situation, but I tried not to let it interfere with the pleasure of having finally been reunited with my — Yes, mine. Whatever I needed to do to make it that way once more, and keep it that way forever. — Jakob.

He pulled out and rolled over to lay on his back beside me, and I rolled to lay myself across his chest. He wrapped a hand around me while the other played with my hair and I traced a meandering path along his torso with my hand. It felt right. It felt normal. I just wanted that moment to last forever.

Eventually, though, Jakob pushed up from the bed and broke our trance. He stretched and smiled at me; it was a warm, genuine smile like he used to throw my way so effortlessly, and it made my heart clench.

“All of the clothes you left behind are still here.” He said, gesturing towards the closet before pulling on the ones he had dropped by the bed. He pulled his phone out and whistled. “It’s a little late for lunch, but do you want to get some pizza for an early dinner?”

I nodded enthusiastically, but made no move to leave the bed. He called up our favorite pizza place and ordered exactly what I had declared to be the pinnacle of all pizzas; a ranch base instead of marinara, with chicken, bacon, jalapenos, and pineapple.

“You remembered.” I mused out loud. He turned and gave me another heart-stopping smile.

“Of course I did.” Of course he did. He paid attention to me, to better care for me. I’d never bothered to learn his favorite pizza. How could something so mundane speak such volumes about my character? It made the weight of my own transgressions sink into my gut like a physical blow. He noticed.

In an instant, he was by my side. He cradled my head as I cried softly against him. He didn’t need to know why. He didn’t need me to ask. He was just there, like always. I had to be that for him. He deserved it from me.

“Jake?” I finally whispered when the tears stopped.

“Yeah?”

“I know you said I can do whatever I want for the rest of the day, but-” I began. I didn’t know how to phrase what I wanted to say.

“You still get to. I know you’ve committed to this, so consider it your first reward of many.” He said, correctly interpreting my own emotions when I couldn’t even put them into words.

“Then, can we just lay here in bed together, for now? I just want to be with you, like before.”

He crawled into the bed with me, and pulled me into his arms. The anxiety melted away from me. We stayed that way until the pizza came, and we snacked on it into the evening, talking about nothing of consequence as we relaxed in each other’s company.