‘You’ll have great pelvic floor control now,’ he said, putting the chiming spheres down. ‘I’m going to test it out, I think.’
His inward plunge was sudden and breathtaking. How different it felt from the little round balls, which had been comfortable yet always on the verge of slipping out, making me concentrate hard on the area. He was thicker, longer, much more satisfying, and my pussy was grateful for the invasion.
He set a punishing pace straight away, slapping into me until I grunted with each thrust. His hand held on to the anal beads, not pulling them hard enough to dislodge them, but creating a very awkward, ticklish sensation back there.
‘How’s that?’ he asked hoarsely, ramming into me. ‘Hmm?’
‘Good, sir,’ I panted. ‘Missed … it …’
‘I know you did. You won’t be missing it again. You’ll be getting it every day.’
I held on tight to the headboard. Jasper slowed down a little and changed his angle, seeking my G-spot. He knew where it was to be found and it wasn’t long before each stroke passed across it, building that slow burn in my stomach and downwards.
Perhaps he could tell it was coming by the shaking of my thighs or the increasingly higher pitch of my whimpering, but he told me gruffly to let him know when I was coming, and I had to admit that I was on the threshold now.
‘Good,’ he said, and he tugged at the beads so they moved down my passage.
My reaction to this was instant and intense. The orgasm speeded up, whooshing and ripping through me like a whirlwind. He pulled the beads out of my bottom as I cried out and banged my palms against the headboard. The way my muscles flexed and clenched against his action made the orgasm stronger than I could have believed possible. I was so washed away in it that I didn’t even notice Jasper coming himself and had no idea it was all over until he flopped on my shoulder and bit my neck.
‘Merry Christmas,’ he said.
‘Where is this sleigh going?’
I think the answer was Dreamland, because answer came there none.
Chapter Four
I dressed for breakfast for the first time in three days, rather begrudging the exercise. I had become used to serving, or being served with, raisin toast and hot chocolate in bed. Whichever one of us had gone down to the kitchen would be wearing nothing but an apron. The other, still in bed, starkers.
But this morning we were back in training to rejoin The World.
Or rather, The World was joining us, in the shape of Rosie, Dimitri and the other one whose name I could never remember.
‘What time are they getting here?’ I asked, fixing around my neck the little collar he had bought me last month.
He saw me, came to stand at my shoulder and stroked the soft skin underneath it.
‘Wearing your collar, eh?’ he said, clearly chuffed.
‘Of course. I always do, except when you want me to take it off.’
‘I didn’t order you to put it back on.’
‘No, I know, but I like wearing it. And since we’re going to be in the company of like-minded people …’
He kissed my shoulder.
‘I’m touched, love. You’re out and you’re proud. That means a lot to me.’
I raised my lips to his for a kiss.
‘I know.’
He broke off and checked his watch.
‘To be honest, I’m not sure when they’re getting here,’ he said. ‘I suppose about lunchtime? But maybe earlier, maybe later. Are you OK to stay in this morning? The grocery delivery is due and I need to go out with the groundsman and discuss a few things.’
‘Oh, yes, fine. I wasn’t planning anything.’