I had never been excited by the thought of being punished, but as I watched Faith I found myself again wondering if maybe there was more to it than pain. I’d heard there was a fine line between pleasure and pain, that if it were done correctly the line could blur and pain could bring unimaginable pleasure. I had never before thought that submission was something I could do, but as I watched I found myself picturing that I was Faith and Master was Jack.

Jack squeezed my hand and I turned my head to find him watching me. It brought back the memory of the day in his office, where I’d found him intently watching me instead of the actors in front of us. For a split second I was embarrassed that I was visibly aroused, but then I heard another loud smack and forgot everything else except for the couple on the screen. Master continued his punishment with another round of alternating smacks and licks, and after the fifth paddle Faith’s ass was bright red and I would have sworn the color on her ass matched my face. I was completely turned on and couldn’t tear my gaze away as Master finished the sixth paddle and again positioned himself behind Faith’s ass, ramming into her with one deep long plunge, then slamming in and out of her relentlessly until he earned a high-pitched squeal. Once more, he stopped abruptly and circled the table in search of Faith’s mouth.

I watched as Faith hungrily swallowed Master’s long hard c**k and he punishingly f**ked her mouth until he erupted in a ferocious growl. Master pulled out just in time to empty himself all over her face and onto her hungry, wanting tongue. I felt Jack’s hands go under my body and I was quickly scooped up into his arms. He carried me to the bedroom without a word and gently laid me down in the middle of the bed.

“Do you trust me, Syd?”

I looked Jack in the eyes, not needing any time to consider my answer. “Unconditionally.”

Jack nodded and stood, walking over to my lingerie chest. He opened the drawer and pulled out two pale white stockings, the kind I wore with a garter. He held one up, stretching the sides between his two fisted hands, showing me what would become my binding. My face couldn’t mask my nervousness, but Jack didn’t see that underneath my hesitation was arousal and excitement.

“You okay?” Jack moved closer, stopping in front of me.

“I think so.” I swallowed hard, trying to force down the lump in my throat.

“I’m not going to use a paddle on you, Syd.”

I was oddly disappointed, yet relieved at the same time.

Jack watched my face and responded with a sexy wolfish half smile. “Not this time anyway.”

He gently took my wrist in his hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the inside of the palm of my hand. He caught my eyes and slowly lifted my wrist over my head, giving me plenty of time to object. He bound my wrist to the side of the iron headboard and tugged gently on the bind. “Too tight?” His voice was a low whisper.

I shook my head, no.

He moved to the other side of the bed and repeated his actions, gently kissing my hand before binding it above my head to the headboard. When I was sufficiently bound, Jack grabbed the delicate fabric of the tiny strap of my silk slip dress and tugged hard, surprising me. The fabric tore in his hands easily and Jack took in my startled reaction. He slid the fabric down my body, rubbing the silk firmly against my curves as his hands traveled slowly down the length of my body.

Jack removed the towel that he had been wearing and crawled up the bed, spreading my legs easily and kneeling between them. I initially felt exposed and helpless, but then the look on Jack’s face told me that I had all of the control.

He ran his fingers up and down my legs, firmly pressing and massaging as he went. His big hand moved from the outside of my leg to the inside and I wiggled in anticipation.

“If you don’t stay still, I will tie up your legs.”

I stopped moving, knowing Jack was not one to make a veiled threat.

Jack smirked and took one foot and kissed the top, placing it back down on the bed so that my leg was wide. He did the same with the other leg, gently kissing, then spreading it wide. His positioning left me wide open and more exposed than I had ever been.

“Can you keep still in this position?” His words were softly spoken and I felt them in a dark part of me, deeper than I had known existed.

I nodded my head.

“Say the words, Syd.”

“Yes, I can keep still.” My words were a whisper of anticipation.

Jack smiled and bent over to kiss my belly. Soft, gentle kisses turned into firm sucks and light nips as I felt his hands traveling north on my inner thighs in a slow torturous ascent. His kisses moved south and met his hands as he firmly but gently eased two fingers inside of me.

I moaned, and lifted my hips off the bed, careful not to change the position of my legs.

“So wet for me already.” Jack swirled his tongue around and around on my swollen clit as his fingers pumped into me, setting a slow, rhythmic pace.

Without thinking, I went to reach down and dig my fingers into Jack’s hair, but my binds held and tightened around my wrists as I struggled. The feeling of being bound while his mouth assaulted me and his fingers f**ked me was incredibly intense. I cried out, “Jack!”

“Beautiful, baby. Fucking beautiful.” His words came out in a hot breath against the sensitive skin of my swollen clit, sending a jolt all the way down to the tops of my toes. My pulse quickened and Jack must have sensed how close I was because his fingers pumped in and out of me faster and faster.

“Come for me, baby. I need to see you.”

His words were enough to send me over the edge. It wasn’t a slow build, it was like being hit by lightening. My whole body began to convulse and I screamed Jack’s name as I thrashed my head from side to side. I hardly recognized my voice as I repeated Jack’s name in a whimper, over and over again.

I was only vaguely aware that Jack had untied me, until I felt his strong arm underneath me, flipping me over onto my stomach. Jack leaned his body over my back, pressing his erection against the top of my ass, and I felt his breath at my neck. “I’m going to take you this way,” he whispered in my ear.

Jack pulled a pillow under my head. I was in such a fog that I was relieved that Jack was still giving the orders. “Keep your head on the pillow.” Then he lifted me at the waist, drawing my ass into the air, on my knees to support myself.

I was again completely exposed, my ass prominently on display, vulnerable to Jack’s intentions. “I’ve never seen anything sexier than your perfect ass in the air, waiting for me to take you from behind.”