For the first time since dating Jack, I was able to make him a little bit shy. This was because he and I were in my home and talking about sex. Who knew that talking about sex could be almost as equally stimulating as having it?
“Why are you getting so coy?”
He shrugged. “Because I’ve never actually verbalized what I like. I kind of just take it. You know what I mean?”
“Lola was never interested in that type of stuff? You know, like asking you? I don’t mean to get too personal here.”
“No, it’s okay. Lola and I are over. She’s going to be moving out next week. I bought her a house. Even though we grew apart, I still have to look out for her, you know. She’s still close with Piper.”
I smiled. It was nice to see him take care of someone who was technically now estranged. “That makes sense. Maybe we should stick to the topic; I feel like you’re trying to squirm me away from talking about it.”
“I’m not that shy, okay? But yeah, I have a dominance kink. I like to be in control and feel like I’m dominating the woman I’m with. Lola never did that with me. So, I kind of had a long time of frustration built up. Sexual frustration.”
The man had already licked my most sensitive area. And yet my cheeks were going red at his words. “Would you be too shy to try it on me?”
He laughed. Jack had a very masculine yet composed laugh. It was like he controlled every single sound that came out as if it were a song. “I don’t know if you can handle it. You’re a sweet little woman. Why would I ever put you through something like that.”
I couldn’t hold back my smile as I got on top of his lap and gave him a nice kiss. I’d be that hits lower lip a little bit, just a hint at him that I could take whatever he threw my way.
“Call me crazy, but I think you’re trying to rile me up?”
“You’re crazy, Jack Barron.”
And I won because he started to kiss me aggressively. I hope that his dominance kink will come out. I wanted to see him, and I wanted to see all of him. Nothing held back.
Before I knew it, he lifted me off his lap and carried me to my bedroom. I felt tiny in his arms, but I loved it. Sure, I loved being independent and not needing to rely on a man, but there was also nothing like being carried by someone with bulging veins in their arms and biceps that needed my hands running over them.
He placed me on my bed and held me down by my wrists. I saw this animalistic look in his eyes. It was everything. I wanted him to be pleased. I wanted him to have his way with me. And that looks like it was going to happen.
“Take me, big daddy,” I said.
“I want you to take me to. That’s part of it.”
“Do you want me to be dominant?”
“Yeah. I want to see what you are made of. I want you to make me feel small.”
I had never done that before. But curiosity took me. “Lay down on your back,” I said to him.
Watching him do it gave me a sense of power. A sense of control that I didn’t even know I liked.
I started to unbutton his dress shirt. One by one, the buttons came undone, and I popped his chest covered in hair and abs.
“Who’s your master?” I asked him.
“You’re my master.”
I enjoyed the role-playing. I liked that we could dip in and out of who was under some control. But I also loved the feeling of telling him what to do. He was twice my age, and yet, I had total control.
I started to undo his pants. I opened the button, held down the zipper, and clutched his waistband until I had a firm grasp of it and his boxers. When I pulled them both down, I’ll sprung his giant cock.
“Do whatever you want to it.” He said.
My imagination started to roam. I had never been so free with a cock in my hands. So, I gave the thing a little slap. “You’re mine now,” I said to Jack.
He smiled and said, “Do that again.”
I smacked the thing again and watched it bounce back and forth. It was such a long dick; it was thick too. And yet I was the one mastering it. It was my dick to control. I gave it a little squeeze and a little pull. I had never pulled at a dick before.
When both are closed were off, I got on top of him and started to ride. I held him down by his chest and said, “Tell me who’s the most beautiful woman in your life.”
“You’re the most beautiful woman in my life. You’re the most special woman in my life. You’re my queen.”
Oh my god, that was hot. It was so strange; he was such a hulking man, yet he could be so vulnerable.
I continued to ride him, watching his mask of pleasure. He put his hands on my hips to guide me in writing. He started to bite his lower lip, and that was when I felt myself beginning to climax. I wasn’t going to be able to stop it. The second I did, he grabbed my titties, which made me come harder.
“Get off. I’m going to come.”
When I was finished climaxing, I got off, and he concluded, squirting all over the bed. There was nothing like making him finish. Seeing his body move away as it did when he finished was like nothing else; it was like nothing else.
The next day, I had sex on my mind still. That was a habit after having sex with him. It lasted with me for a good while. Even the first time we had sex, I would replay it over and over in my head like it was a movie. Because, in many ways, it was. Jack was an individual like no one I had ever dated, especially Oliver. I shouldn’t have been comparing, but it was hard not to.
While in my home, having a moment to think about everything, it finally hit me. It felt like me, and Jack could actually be a thing. He no longer felt like some rebound guy I was with based on insecurity and loneliness. He was a viable person in my life with whom I could see a future. And that was pretty stunning, given the circumstances.
My cell phone rings. It’s a number that I can’t recognize. I picked up.
“Hi, Isabella?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“This is Albert from Top Tier Resorts.”
Quickly my mind put two and two together. Top Tier Resorts. I had applied to them in haste after everything that had happened with Oliver. Even after this stuff with Jack the first day where he had hired me as his assistant, I remembered going on indeed and applying to like ten different jobs. This was one of them. I remember that It was the job I actually wanted back at that moment.
“Hi, yes, right now, I don’t think I’m interested any longer.” I blurted out because I didn’t want to second-guess my decision. Quicker I said it, the quicker it would be final.
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that it’s Bella. We have to hire multiple candidates for this role so the offer will be here for a couple of weeks. You know if you’re still interested at any point.”
“Thank you.”
I hung up the call after exchanging a little bit of information, and I couldn’t help but wonder whether or not I should have taken the job. Was it wise for me to continue working with the man I was having sex with? Then again, Jack seemed like more than just a man I was having sex with. But it was never wise to crap where you eat.
Maybe I had some decisions to make…