‘Good weird or bad weird?’
‘Both.’
Jason seemed to accept this as an insightful answer.
‘That’s how it should be,’ he said. ‘You’re doing well, babe. I’m proud of you.’
This made Jenna feel at once very small and very happy. She was the junior partner now, the novice. When they were in bed, everything changed and she shed her high-powered persona to become this strange, submissive person, subject to Jason’s will.
‘OK,’ he said, scissoring his fingers inside her until tears came into her eyes. ‘I think you’re ready.’
He pulled them out very slowly – agonisingly slowly. He seemed to know how difficult this was for Jenna to take, but her tossing of hair and plaintive little yelps made no difference.
‘Got to keep those muscles in good shape,’ he said. ‘You’ll need to clench and unclench them a lot, as an exercise, like the pelvic floor stuff. If we’re going to be doing much of this. Which we are.’
‘Are we?’ She thrilled at the thought, but it was also a fearful prospect.
‘Oh yeah. I want your arse to belong to me, and I want you to know it. I’ll be showing you as often as I can.’
Jenna grunted and kept her head right down, waiting now for the moment of penetration.
But it didn’t come and, after a minute or so, she turned her head to look over her shoulder.
Jason was kneeling up, looking thoughtful.
‘What is it? You haven’t changed your mind?’
‘God, no way. Just wondering whether to have you like this, or …’ He gave her a very searching look, then ordered her on to her back.
‘Really?’
‘Really. I think I ought to be able to see your face, the first time. Otherwise you might be hating every minute, and I won’t know.’
‘But … is that possible?’
‘Of course it’s possible. Puts a little bit of strain on your back and shoulders, but you’re in good shape. You can handle it. Besides, you won’t be thinking about your shoulders, once the deed is being done.’
Jenna took him at his word and rolled over.
Jason braced his arms under her thighs, pulling her bottom halfw
ay off the duvet. She rested her lower calves on his shoulders and concentrated on holding her abdominal muscles tight and still. She clasped her fingers together at the back of her neck, giving her a better centre of balance, and watched Jason’s face.
His concentration was evident, his eyes lowered to where their bodies would meet, his hair falling over his brow. She felt the rude parting of her bottom cheeks by the tip of his lubricated cock and inhaled a sharp breath.
‘Easy,’ he said.
‘It’s … too big,’ she flapped.
‘It’ll fit. Trust me.’
It took all of her determination not to try and twist sideways, out of his grip, but Jason was holding her cheeks apart, and there was clearly no escape.
He settled in her furrow, finding her tight ring and resting against it, getting her used to the feeling before he made his move.
‘Feel that?’ he whispered. ‘It’s ready for you. You’re getting it.’
‘It won’t … work,’ she said, but she knew he would disagree.