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  My breasts were next as my breathing accelerated to such a pace that it was all I could hear. He must have been able to see the rise and fall of my chest and I couldn’t control it as the blade curved over the soft round flesh and my breath hitched uncontrollably. From the gentle rattle of the chain, I knew I had moved. I held my breath as Jason stilled. Soft butterfly kisses were next, down the side of my throat, across my clavicle in such a sublime contrast, that I moaned softly. As he grabbed the hard bud of my nipple between his teeth, it resonated so powerfully in my core that my soft sigh betrayed my enjoyment and he paused. I could feel him moving before I felt the sharp coolness running up the skin of my thigh, further and further towards my centre, unable to help the huge gasp as I felt it there, on the verge of crying out my safe word until my brain registered the softness of the stroking.

  It was too dull, not sharp and cold but warm, firm flesh as his fingers found my centre, running the wetness over my clit, the fear dissipating and I was totally lost in the mercy of Jason King and his skilled hands. As he pushed himself gently inside me I moaned into the pleasure, flooded with excitement as relief washed over me and I was dizzy and panting and desperate for more, arching my body upwards as he moved away. I had to stay still, that was the lesson. The slow pad of his feet across the carpet and I was searching for him, blindly, relying only on my hearing as I tried to place him in the room. The soft opening and closing of the cupboard was the next thing I heard until I felt him, gently lifting the blindfold as I blinked against the assaulting light and he was smiling down at me broadly, deliciously naked and heavily aroused.

  “Hey” I smiled back, completely overcome with such a sudden rush of emotion and relief that my eyes welled with tears and my body arched upwards, desperate for the beautiful touch of my tormentor and my saviour. He moved to stand at the foot of the bed, raking his gaze down the length of my body before his eyes burned back into mine and I needed him with such overwhelming intensity that I couldn’t hold it back. “Please fuck me, Jason”.

  He seemed to understand me, to read me, to sense my need as he knelt between my open legs, running his cock against my wetness, teasing me mercilessly over and over again. I was pulling against the chains, unable to guide him inside me, frustrated and needy and getting absolutely nowhere. “Tell me what you need” he growled watching my face, eyes wet with tears, lips parted, panting with desire as I cried out loudly. “Please Jason I need you to fuck me” and he did, thrusting deeply in one firm stroke. I screamed against the sudden invasion, pain and pleasure surging through me, his huge cock stretching me to my limits, moving harder and faster and as I was consumed with need. “Like this?” he said deeply, his beautiful voice laced with desire and dripping with lust as he powered into me hard. Not touching his gorgeous hard abs and chest was torture and I longed to run my hands over his shoulders, his back, grab his hair, but I was utterly powerless to do anything, tethered and forced to lay there and take everything he was giving me. I was crying out, gripped with pleasure, grateful that I hadn’t used the safe word. It was worth it for this, it would always be worth it.

  I came apart, my insides clenching, squeezing him, as I called out his name repeatedly, gasping between relentless thrusts, eyes wet and seeping silent tears through the emotional intensity. He didn’t stop, filling me to the very end of my being until I unravelled again, disappearing into a black hole of bliss, moulded against the crisp white sheets as I closed my eyes, absorbing the overwhelming sensations. “Fucking look at me” he growled, stilling, as I opened my eyes and gazed up into his. “Fuck Charlotte” he cursed, the strong voice low and gravelly, as he emptied himself inside me, collapsing his weight over my limp frame and kissing me incessantly as we tried to catch our breaths. Jason King had taken me from terror to ecstasy and every place in between, and I was in absolute and utter awe.

  He moved to undo the cuffs on my ankles first, rubbing against the pink marks where I had pulled against them, leaving the chains draped over the bed as he moved to free my wrists, kissing them before climbing beside me and pulling me hard against his chest as we lay together on the huge soft bed. “You were incredible” he said softly, holding me so tightly as I looked up at him, pure satisfaction engulfing his beautiful features and my heart soared. “I never intended to do that so soon Charlotte, it takes an incredible amount of trust” he said gently, stroking my hair and kissing me tenderly, as though he knew what I’d been through, understood the emotions I felt, and I couldn’t help the huge surge of pride that powered through me as I gazed up at him. “Now make me a scotch” he smirked as I looked at him puzzled, gazing around the room as my eyes landed on the cabinet he had been in earlier, stocked on the top with glasses and crystal decanters of various coloured liquids.

  I hopped off the bed slightly too enthusiastically, having to steady myself on legs that were utterly like jelly as his smirk broadened. I lifted the crystal stoppers from two of the decanters, smelling the amber liquids until I identified the scotch, turning my nose up as the powerful vapour hit my lungs and decanted a third of a glass into a tumbler. “I want ice” he said, the demand in his voice taking me aback until I spun around to see the small smile playing on his lips that betrayed his amusement and glancing down at the cupboard to indicate where it was. As I opened the door, I realised I had been right earlier, the cupboard disguised a freezer and as I pulled out the top drawer my heart stopped. Nestling on top of the ice filled drawer was the knife he had just tormented me with, and right next to it was a butter knife, its smooth curved blade soft and short and utterly blunt. I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face, picking up three ice cubes, dropping them into his scotch, chinking against the crystal as I shut the door and spun around.

  “Which one?” I grinned as he quirked an eyebrow at me, tipping his head. “That would be telling” he winked as I passed him his glass, crawling back in beside him as quickly as I could, and snuggling tightly against his rock hard chest. “It doesn’t really matter, the effect is the same” I laughed as he smiled at me wickedly. I suspected it probably wasn’t usual for him to give away his tricks, and wondered if he had done it because he thought he had pushed me too far. Maybe he just wanted me to know he wasn’t actually a sadistic psychopath, but whatever the reason, I loved that he’d shared it.

  I relished the closeness and the intimacy as he sipped his scotch. He had pushed me further than I’d ever thought I’d go already, but he did it with a huge amount of care which was exactly what I needed. When we lay together in the euphoric afterglow, I could almost imagine that our relationship was normal, but it was far from that. He was King, I was Smith, not his girlfriend but his cherished secret sub and the thought made me smile.

  “Jason” I whispered as he looked down at me. “Yes Charlotte” he said sipping his scotch, raising his eyebrows and licking his lips deliciously. “If I make plans for tomorrow will you need me to unmake them?” I smiled. I had not seen Katie properly in ages, except for at work and Sunday afternoon was a bit of a tradition which had been too absent lately. I also felt guilty that this whole part of my life was a secret from her and thought that making it up with a number of mojitos would assuage my growing guilt at keeping her in the dark. “No” he said simply and I was now more than curious about what he was up to, a thought, I suspected, that was written all over my face. I hoped it wasn’t a date with the supermodel. He probably wouldn’t tell me, but it was worth a shot. “What are you doing?” I smiled innocently at him as he ran a smooth, gentle finger up and down my back. “It’s my parents wedding anniversary, they’re having a party” he answered, the smooth tone of his voice giving little away as to how he felt about that, and my heart leapt. He was from a loving, together family and I only wished I could have been so lucky. “That’s lovely Jason, how long have they been married?” “Thirty years” he answered gently as my brain quickly tried to do the maths. “And how old are you?” I giggled, already knowing the answer to that question. His smirk betrayed the fac
t that our minds were on exactly the same track. “Shotgun wedding” he grinned broadly “it worked out for them” and I couldn’t stifle my giggles.

  “You’re a scandalous bunch you Kings aren’t you” I gazed up at him, biting my lip against the growing giggles. “You have no idea” he growled sexily as my giggles burst through and I snuggled in even further. “What about you Smiths, what skeletons have you got lurking in your closets?” he laughed. “I think you know them all Jason. Apparently I like being tied up, blindfolded and tormented with a knife. That’s about as bad as it gets, and it’s just me I’m afraid, I was raised in care”. The look on his face knocked the breath from my lungs and he moved away as if I’d burnt him, anger and uncertainty etched across his beautiful face as my giggling fit stopped abruptly.

  “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” he almost shouted, assessing my face as he grabbed my shoulders. I shook my head confused and puzzled. “You never asked. What difference does it make?” My bewilderment at his sudden change in demeanour was clearly evident in my expression.

  His face had softened, anger replaced by sadness and concern as he gazed at me intently. “It’s just, I didn’t know Charlotte, I had no idea”. “Why would you?” I smiled, trying to ease the tension that had gripped his body. He didn’t answer, but the look on his face betrayed his thoughts, I had seen it many times before. The best thing I could do was mock his stereotypical views of care home kids. That usually did the trick. “Is it because I’m not some council estate crack whore with twenty five kids?” I laughed as he sighed deeply, clearly unamused by my change of tact. “Were you abused?” The concern was genuine and he looked totally and utterly lost, stunned by my admission and consumed with an angst that was as touching as it was unnerving. I remembered him saying that he had once introduced someone into this lifestyle and it hadn’t ended well. If this was at the root of his unease, I needed to put his mind at rest and quickly, the last thing I needed was a tormented, guilty Jason King deciding not to continue our little arrangement. I looked deeply into his eyes, bringing my hands up to his and clasping them gently. “No Jason, I was not abused. I longed for a family when I was little, but unfortunately it didn’t happen for me. The care system treated me well though. I know others were not so lucky, but it provided me with stability and carers who were kind, and an inherent drive for self preservation and development. People don’t expect much from kids in care and I grew up with a fierce desire to prove the doubters wrong” I smiled as he sighed deeply. “You’re incredible” he said for the second time tonight, pulling me tightly into his chest as I smiled against him.

  “It can’t have been easy to achieve everything you have Charlotte”. “No” I laughed gently “It’s been a long road and bloody hard graft, but I love where I am and what I do. People don’t see the kid from the care home anymore, they see Charlotte Smith. Most people don’t even know. What I’ve realised over the years is that everyone has to fight for what they want Jason, no matter how they were raised. I’ve fought tooth and nail to get where I have at Grayson, despite the fact that wankers like Ian Anderson, constantly try to slam me down. It’s not because of my background, he doesn’t even know about it. There are always people who will try to beat you, by fair means or foul, it’s just the way it is”. I couldn’t resist pulling back and gazing at him, raising my eyebrows as he looked at me in a way I could only describe as sheepishly. It was a look I’d probably never see again and one that looked so out of place running through his gorgeous features, I couldn’t help but smile. “Jesus Charlotte, I’m not surprised you hated me” he said softly looking down as I cupped his chin and brought his gaze to mine in a gesture I was so familiar with, albeit the other way around. “I don’t hate you anymore though” I smiled, biting my lip, feeling the familiar hardness growing against me before he grabbed me tightly, pinning me down against the sheets, kissing me so deeply and passionately I could only respond in kind, pulling his hard body against mine with my fingers digging into his back, stroking the wonderful skin I had been denied before. He cupped my breasts, tenderly stroking every inch of me, gently entering me and fucking me long and hard, his touches and caresses softer than I had ever known. If I was not mistaken, Jason King was making love to me right now and the feeling was pure and utter bliss.

  I moaned in appreciation as he kissed my neck, tenderly running his firm skilled hands over me as he pounded into me with long, smooth, skilled strokes of his delicious cock, and before long the waves of pleasure were building and engulfing my being. “Don’t come yet” he growled as I tried to hold back, wondering if this was another lesson in learning to be patient. I held it, teetering wonderfully on the edge, the pleasure intensifying and overwhelming before I could find my release, suspended in a state of euphoria, concentrating only on the merging of our bodies and waiting for his command. He was beautiful, thrusting inside me, filling me physically and emotionally until he couldn’t hold back any more. “Come for me Baby” he whispered, his instruction all my body needed to obey, the power of my pent up pleasure rocketing through every cell and nerve as I cried out. I was revelling in the slickness of our bodies as I felt the pulsing of his cock, showering me inside with everything he had, as he moaned my name against my ear. I held on to him tightly, utterly satisfied, deliriously sated and overwhelmed by the emotional charge of our night together. He had teased me with a knife, chained, blindfolded and on the edge of terror, pounding into me mercilessly and carnally and then he had made love to me in a powerfully sweet display of strong, tender virility which had fried my senses. Both had been pure sexual paradise and I began to wonder if there was anything this man could not do.

  He was silent for a while, gazing at me and I knew that something was bothering him, tormenting him. Concern and anguish suddenly etched across his face, glaringly out of place after what we’d just shared. I needed to know what it was, and I knew instinctively that it would be to do with my past. For years it had haunted me, like a huge weight tethered to me that I pulled along wherever I went and it changed people’s opinion of me. I had released that when I came to Grayson International and so I made sure almost no-one knew. Stupidly I had just told Jason and I needed to put him straight, he already had issues about doing this with me.

  Chapter 11

  “Communication is a two way thing” I smiled as he looked at me nodding, his mouth set firm. “Has anyone ever loved you Charlotte?” he whispered and I swallowed hard. The truth wouldn’t go down well, it never did. He would assume that I’d be so desperate for love that I couldn’t separate it from sex, and I’d fall head over heels after the very first kiss. Every guy had assumed that over the years, when in fact the opposite was true. I realised I would have to be very careful with my answer. “No” I smiled. “Unless you count Katie, she’s probably the closest. I’m pretty hard wired against the whole love thing now, I reckon it’s over rated anyway” I laughed gently, but his face didn’t move. “Have you ever been in love?” “Same answer” I smiled, hoping we could get off this awkward track of questioning.

  He looked pained and sad, no doubt thinking of the little girl growing up with no love in her life. It was sad, it had been even sadder to live it. But I had, and I’d come through it, and my life now was exactly what I wanted it to be. I hoped to find love, like most people, but until now it had seemed to evade me like some unobtainable holy grail that I’d never reach. I had never desired anyone as much as Jason and I had never craved anything so hard, and it was certainly possible if he continued to make me feel like this, that I may well fall in love with him. I decided to omit that little detail for now, Christ, I had freaked him out enough with my revelations.“Please don’t pity me Jason, I’m good” I smiled again, his whole body seeming to relax against me finally, and I hoped I’d said the right thing.

  He pulled back after what felt like an eternity, removing himself gently and running a soft finger down my face. “Come on, we’ve got a party to go to” he grinned as I looked at him stunned. With
all that had happened I had almost forgotten there were lots of people downstairs and I flushed, nodding gently. “What is it?” he grinned deliciously. “I think I’m a bit overwhelmed, I’d forgotten where we were” I laughed as he kissed me deeply, rising from the bed and dressing his beautifully cut body in his equally beautifully cut suit.

  It didn’t take me nearly as long on account of having only a dress to put on. I made my way through to the en suite bathroom, horrified to see what a state I looked and gasped loudly. Jesus Christ, that perfect specimen of a man had just made love to me looking like this. My face was streaked with mascara, no doubt from the silent tears of emotional overload that had fallen after the knife play and I was flushed pink across my face, neck and chest, hair matted at the back where I’d been pounded into the mattress. I wandered sheepishly back into the bedroom to retrieve my bag to sort out the damage as he chuckled deeply, smirking at me. “I’m a fucking mess” I sighed, frowning at him as he smiled, pulling me against him. “Don’t swear” he growled, chastising me firmly and I smiled to myself. If I thought making love and our open and honest exchanges had changed anything, I could think again. Jason King was my dominant and was letting me know it in no uncertain terms, although I was sure the smirk was still playing on his mouth as I picked up my bag and strode back to the bathroom, closing the door behind me and laughing gently.

  After ten minutes of rubbing, retouching, brushing and sighing, I was about as good as it would get, as Jason grabbed my hand, opening the door and leading me down to the party. Something had changed, a small thing, but the clasp of his hand was tighter than before and he had pulled me closer to him. As I looked around at the envying glances of the other submissives in the drawing room, I soon realised that this was probably not the norm and the thought warmed me enormously. I had once thought this man was an arrogant prick and it made me smile. He was definitely still erring on the smug side, with an unshakable confidence that brimmed from every pore, but he was protective and tender and a whole load of other things I had never given him credit for. I smiled up at him adoringly as he caught my gaze, tipping his head and looking back at me, a slightly bemused look on his face. It was fair to say in the last two months any outward show of adoration to Jason King had been the last thing on my mind, and the baffled glance suggested it was not something he was familiar with. If he kept treating me like this, he better get used to it, I smiled to myself, walking on air and smiling broadly at Sasha who made her way over.