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The Master and The Student (Romance / BDSM) (Pazzo x LingeringDesire)

Pazzo

Put me on your face. It will be fun.
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Jackson sat in a high backed, carved mahogany chair similar to a throne that a monarch might sit upon during matters of state...
The chair was on a small raised dais, about 6 inches higher than the rest of the floor in the room. Underneath him, and extending the length or the room was a thick, rich red carpet that was more long than it was wide. The floor tiles underneath consisting of cold gray slate...
The room itself was twenty feet wide by forty feet long, with walls painted a stark white.

There were no windows here, and this was on purpose. Lining the ceiling along each wall were numerous LED lights that could be set to any color and any intensity, controlled by switches on the right armrest of Jackson's throne... Right now they faded in and out from subdued reds to lazy violets...
Various prints of many famous artworks lined the walls, framed in the same manner...
Jackson was in his mid thirties, with a muscular build, and mid length glossy black hair combed straight. His green eyes flashed mischievously , and his handsome face smiled lightly at the scene before him.

He was dressed casually, with a black, long-sleeved dress shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to about mid-forearm. His black slacks were pleated neatly, and his feet were bare.
In his right hand he held a crystal, pewter stemmed goblet, and swirled its rich red contents slowly, admiring the aroma...
In his left hand he held one of his hand made oak canes, this one with a wrapped black leather grip, about as long as his arm, and as wide as his pinky finger.

On the carpet before him was a young woman, beautiful, and stark naked. She was on her hands and knees, facing away from him, with the side of her face pressed into the soft rug.
Her ass was up in the air, and bore many red streaks from the strokes of Jackson's cane
Her face was contorted into a mix of pure bliss and utter torment as she followed his orders, and masturbated herself before him...

Submissives often want nothing more than to cum, and so he usually scheduled such things for the end of the session...
He watched as Samantha worked her clit gently with her fingers from her right hand, while sliding the fingers from her left hand in and out just as slowly...
He knew that when she got off that Samantha would squirt everywhere, which is why he commanded her to bring a thick towel with her to masturbate upon...
The master watched her carefully, waiting until he felt she had just the right level of arousal...

Once he was satisfied, he spoke to her in a kind, but firm tone...
"Girl, you may cum now... " He murmured to her, taking a taste of his wine...
And cum she did, and very hard. Her gorgeous body spasmmed violently as she screamed, he vagina erupting into a fountain of her ejaculate like a geyser...

Jackson could have easily fucked her, and she would have let him given her level of arousal, but that was not how a professional worked. She was married, and loved her husband very much. A good dominant does not take advantage of his client's subspace. She trusted him to take her to places that her husband could not, and trusted him to bring her back from her headspace when it was over...

"Good girl, you make your master happy..." he purred.

Samantha gasped as she crawled to Master Jack, resting her head in his lap as she was instructed to after a heavy cum. He stroked her short cropped blonde hair as she spoke to him in a quavering voice, thanking him for his patience, his love, and his skill.

He continued this act of kindness for several minutes until he felt she had fully recovered. He leaned down and kissed her on her forehead sweetly, and smiled down to her, and she back up to him, her liquid blue eyes eternally grateful for him....

The professional dominator clicked on of the buttons on his throne, and the lights turned white and shone brightly, filling the room with warmth. This was the signal that they session was now over.

Jackson helped his client to her feet, and walked her over to the storage locker that was in the corner of the playroom. He took a key from a chain about his neck, and unlocked it for her. Inside was her clothing, jewelry, and personal items. He then helped her through a door in the side wall, which led to a small bathroom complete with a shower, which he let his clients use to freshen up after a session.

He smiled to her, and they shared an embrace. He then shut the door behind her as she showered...
He had many such beautiful women come to him for such services, and they all compensated him handsomely...
And yet, he had no woman of his own. Not the he didn't get any offers, its just that he felt nothing in the way of romantic chemistry toward any of them... He was painfully aware that he wasn't getting any younger... But he was tremendously wealthy from having implemented an aggressive investment strategy, and his holdings were quite impressive.

Maybe it was time for him to retire from this business, and do something else...
He decided he would clean up and take his friends up on their earlier offer go to the state fair with them that afternoon, and walk around aimlessly with his thoughts. Perhaps he would eat a funnel cake and share crumbs of it with the birds while he considered his options. They had even promised to bring one of their single friends with them that afternoon, and that he might find her interesting...

Women were often intimidated when they learned of his profession, and it often altered their behavior considerably toward him. One with a fresh perspective would be nice...
He did have an advanced degree in psychology, and was a licensed psychiatrist, he just never set up a practice...

Jackson smiled at that thought. Yes, he might just like that...
 
Daishalyn felt her leg muscles tremble as she spun, neck arched perfectly as the male showcased her talents. He held her torso steady as her legs opened and she dropped to a split to end the show. The thunderous applause came as no surprise when the lights faded to black. This was what she trained her entire life for, the reason her father sent her to America. But, it all was coming to an end.

Life had not been without challenges, and after recovering from a torn muscle, the ballerina was retiring into a life of teaching. Her own studio had always been a dream of hers, now it was a reality. With a wide smile on her full lips she took the stage with her dance company one last time and bowed to the audience.

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Large green eyes gazed down upon her young students. "And one, and two..." She repeated, counting to four over and over again. She loved her job but she was missing something, a deeper need filled her soul and she knew she was ready to look. The twenty something woman was ready for love. Her friends took the initiative and spoke with their boyfriends, friends and even neighbors.

Their tactics made her laugh, even as she turned on the music after hours and let her body move to the music of her soul. They were too good to her. Blowing her light brown hair out of her face she flipped off the lights and went to her apartment. Met at the door by her cat, Oreo, the female moved about getting ready.

Growing up in Russia she had fought her way into the most prestigious of ballet schools and trained vigorously to outgrow it. Coming to Juilliard in Mew York as a seventeen year old was the break she needed. Then joining the company while still in college was a dream come true and encouraged by both her advisors and instructors. But she still had her parents to please. Her mother Ingrid, a Russian immigrant and her father Bajrish, an Indian born merchant.

Even though her heritage and background was mixed, her father was very traditional when it came to his little girl. In fact, he forbade her from dating. but, with his being a continent away she felt some manner of safety in making her own choice on the matter. Not having had much time for boys it was nice now not to have to focus on other things and just focusing on herself.

After a shower, she donned a pair of skinny jeans and a cream colored peasant shirt and then headed out after slipping into her red flats. The girls had mentioned the state fair, she hadn't been in years so it was something she was looking forward to. With her hair hanging down her back and a warm breeze blowing across the land she stepped into the restaurant her friends had chose to leave from.

"Dash!!!!" her friend Nicole crowed as she entered. "Yeah you are here."

"Of course I am... why wouldn't I be?" She asked slipping into one of the empty chairs.

"Well, we have that man coming and well, some of us thought you'd back out." April stated making a point to look at Nicole.

Rhonda smiled, "Are you nervous?"

"No, why? Should I be?" She asked placing her drink order with the waiter, water with lime.

"No," All three said at the same time, laughing.

Daishalyn ignored them and perused the menu. "So are we eating here and then desert there? OR what is the game plan?" By the looks on the girls faces they didn't know and looked at each other in question. "Oh, wow! So, let's just play by ear then, shall we?"

{ Reference Picture of Daishalyn }
 
Jackson thanked the snack vendor and took the Styrofoam box from him. It's surface was warm to the touch and felt good in his hands...
He loved funnel cakes. He developed a taste for them while working as a food vendor himself while going to school. They were very unhealthy, but a few bites of one every now and then wouldn't hurt anyone.

He had decided to arrive at the fair early, ahead of everyone else. For this outing he chose a ribbed charcoal shirt that hugged his muscular frame nicely, with regular loose fitting blue jeans. On his feet were black service boots polished to a mirror like shine...
There were lots of people here, many of them wearing souvenir shirts, carrying inflatable hammers, Drinking from foamy cups or eating fattening carnival fare from paper boxes....

He walked to a less crowded area nearby, where he and his group had agreed to meet at an hour from now.... It was a small square about forty feet to a side, framed by waist high concrete planters, each housing various small trees. Several small birds were on the ground feasting from a bird feeder set in the center...

Jackson sat down on one of the green and black metal benches, and listened to the hushed clamor of the crowds nearby, and to the chirping of the hungry birds.
He smiled, and opened up his Styrofoam box, The scent of the freshly fried dough permeated his senses, and his mouth watered...

The sounds of black feathers rustling startled him, and a fat, well fed looking crow landed on the bench next to him, and turned its head to the side, eyeing him suspiciously, then looking at the funnel cake in his lap, then back to Jackson... Another crow landed at his feet, and waited patiently...

" Yeah, alright, I'll pay my taxes... " He chuckled, and broke off a small piece of the funnel cake, and handed it to the corvid on the bench next to him...

The birds were surprisingly tame and friendly, and gently ate from his hand with little fuss. After a while he had a small murder of them around him, all of them quiet, and waiting patiently for their next bite...

Jackson was perfectly okay with this, he could never eat a whole funnel cake by himself anyway...
 
"How about we eat something small?" April offered.

Rhonda agreed, "Yeah, don't want to be bloated for your hot date!"

"How long has it been since your last date Dash?" Nicole inquired.

"It's been a while, a few... um, months." She said with a shrug. She had dates but the guy didn't grab her attention. She wanted to find a true relationship, not just a booty buddy. Yes, sex was nice but it wasn't everything. Though it would be nice to find a total package.

"So, you really need this... date..." Rhonda giggled, sipping on her drink.

Rolling her eyes, Daishalyn ignored her friend. April was the one dating the guys brother, she turned her eyes to her. "So, what is his story?" She asked non-chalantly.

"Well, I'm not really sure. Clay just said he's restless and looking. I've met him a few times and Jackson is quiet. He's a thinker." April stated.

The girls placed their orders and sat catching up. After dinner, they loaded up in Rhonda's SUV and took off for the state fair. They called Clay and he directed them to their location. Dash couldn't help but feel a little nervous as they approached the guys.

It was a little early so the group stopped and played a few games, Daishalyn standing off to the side watching, bored. She thought about what April said, Jackson was looking. That was a good sign, but there were so many other factors to this. Right now she was just hoping and wishing, but she was bound and determined not to get her hopes up.

The group moved off towards the corral, at least that was what Clay called it. As they approached, Clay whispered, "Look at the bird whisperer..." The girls laughed, except Dash. Her eyes were on the male surrounded by the flock of birds.

He was handsome, his face fixed into a smile as his outstretched hand fed the birds. She could tell he worked out, or was fit, something she appreciated. Her green eyes lingered on him as they approached. Clay rushing forward and sending the birds up into the air, it looked like a scene from "The Birds". But, the crows settled right back down with their friend.

Daishalyn couldn't wait to meet him, she was excited. He looked friendly and she was definitely attracted to him, it all just hinged on how well they got along and how compatible they were personality wise.

The group settled around the male, she hung back a bit waiting to be introduced. But, she wasn't sure if she should introduce herself or let his brother or April do it. Biting her lip she approached her friend. "Oh! Clay... introduce him to Dash!"

"Jack this is Dash and Dash this is Jack... now let's go ride some rides!" Clay said.

Smiling at him, she held her hand out. "Hi, I'm Daishalyn or Dash. It's a pleasure to meet you, finally." She slipped into the seat next to him and watching the others mill about deciding what to do.
 
Jackson at first grimaced at Clay for spooking his murder of crows... But smiled at him and greeted him with a firm handshake.

He then saw Daishalyn, or "Dash" as he friends called her. She was very attractive, and her smile was quite enchanting. Everything about her screamed "I'm nervous" to his trained eye, and he immediately beat those thoughts out of his mind. It made him feel like a predator. He had to constantly remind himself not to judge a book by its cover, but instinct was instinct. His years of training involving understanding body language and thought patterns couldn't be kept completely out of his mind, and it was just his nature to profile and evaluate everyone... Everything...

He returned her smile with one of his own, stood up, inclined his head respectfully, and accepted her hand in a gentlemanly manner. Her hands were quite warm, and felt good against his... Okay, he liked this one, But Jack was a disciplined man, and knew never to get his hopes up just to have them dashed later...

Then she showed the initiative and sat next to him... "Good." he thought to himself... "... this one is not afraid to act even though she is nervous."
He smiled again, and handed her a few crumbs from the funnel cake, and watched at the corvids ate from her hand just as they did from his...

She was very gentle... Her perfume was intoxicating... Her voice enchanting... "Okay brain" he said mentally to himself... "Don't start picking out place setting just yet.

After a few moments of watching her, he quickly tore up the rest of the funnel cake and scattered it for the crows, saving a large chunk of it for himself...

He pressed the chunk of funnel cake into his mouth and chewed, savoring its taste, its textures, the grease and the powdered sugar. He looked to Dash again, and decided that regardless, today would be a good day...

"Well, there is a lot to do here..." Jackson exclaimed... "I wouldn't mind playing some games of chance or dexterity, perhaps I can win something nice for this lovely lady..."
 
She sighed in relief as he took her hand, it was a gentle shake and release. Her smile widened as he placed a few crumbs in her hand. Then, leaning down she fed the birds from her tan hand. Giggling she sat up straight and made a few comments about the birds. Their feathers were so black they shone blue and purple in the sunlight, this was one such comment.

She turned to join the conversation of the rest of the group as they decided what they wanted to do. Dash turned in time to see him eating the last bite of the funnel cake, she gave him a soft smile and turned her head back to the others. Now wasn't the time to get too caught up in all of this. Sure he was handsome and seemed so nice, but well, she didn't know anything about him and well he could turn around and break her heart.

She had to keep in mind that today was not about falling in love. It was about getting to know him. Games were something tossed about since only Rhonda carried a token from Matt who called Ryan and Clay losers.

Daishalyn nodded her head at him in agreement. Biting her lip she smiled, "I'd like that, a token to remember this night by." She blushed lightly.

The girls were ready to go, the guys were still sitting and deciding where to go. "Guns, basketball, ring toss, pitching... damn, just pick one!" Ryan was saying to Matt. The boys had decided since he won the first prize he could decide.

"We don't have to stay with them, we could always branch out and then meet up with them later... unless you want to, I don't mind either way." She said standing and stretching, rising up on her toes. She was eager to ask a question or two, but the prying eyes of the others could be intimidating.
 
Jackson considered her words... His mind quickly working...

" She is fishing..." The Master thought to himself... "She wants to get you alone, and to ask questions she would normally not ask in front of normal people..."
That means she is interested. She wouldn't have made that suggestion otherwise...
The professional thought quickly, and offered his arm to Dash, and then addressed the group directly...

" Guys, We will meet you at the rides in about an hour. Dash and I will be at the games..."
He smiled and nodded his head, and then Led the beautiful woman out into the night carnival air.

The gaming section of the fair was well lit, with many string of multicolored lights going everywhere high up across the street between buildings, and many sounds of merriment could be heard. many people where here to try their luck, wanting to win a prize for either themselves or someone they were with... Jack was no different, and he smiled.

He passed many stalls. Many criers challenged him as he walked, taunting him to try their luck... One of them stood out among all of the others...


It was a dunking booth, but not the standard issue bench that would dunk a clown into a tub of water. It was a raised platform, about 5 feet x5 feet square. The booth was rimmed with large industrial speakers blaring out this song.
Upon the platform was a rather comical looking character. It was a masked man dancing in a very taunting way to the audience, He was wearing combat boots combined with camouflaged shorts and a black shirt with the punisher logo stamped across the front of it. His mask was a joining of a comical harlequin and a macabre sadist. It was elongated, with half of it painted white, and the other half painted black. The mouth was turned into a cruel smile, filled with pointed teeth.

He aggressively moved to the beat of the music, and using a non powered megaphone taunted the crowd that he had yet to be dunked...
Stretched across the play area were many tight ropes. Each one with many stuffed animals, a few plush masks not unlike what the dancer was wearing, and numerous other prizes hanging from them...
The dancer saw Jackson and Dash walking together, and immediately began flashing at them with an oversized flashlight to get their attention...

" Hey! You! With the pretty lady!" the dancer hoarsely yelled at him through the hollow cone. "... How accurate are you feeling today?! Come impress her with your pitching skills! Win her a prize! Only a buck!!!"

This guy was apparently making a killing. His attendant was a charming woman in a venetian styled mask and a tricorn hat... her cash box looked to be almost full... Jackson decided to add to it...

Jack smiled, and whispered into Dash's ear "Alright, this looks interesting, and I think our friend up there looks a little bit too dry..." He smirked...
Jackson handed he attendant a dollar bill, and in return she handed him 3 baseballs...

The dancing figure up on the raised platform thrust his megaphone up into the air, " Alright ladies and gentlemen! Check out Mr. Lucky here!... I bet I am still dry after all of this! Whaddayasay folks?!"

The crowd laughed, and cheered Jackson on.
Jackson did not hear them however, and everything became deathly quiet for him... Color faded from his surroundings, and time seemed to slow as his trained mind entered a controlled state of advanced consciousness. He took in a deep breath, and felt the air cool his lungs...

Jackson saw the baseball sized red dot about twenty five steps away...
He felt the well worn cowhide of the baseball in his hand, and the texture of the red stitching against his palm.

He looked up, slowly, and centered himself. He focused himself, and on the target. He perceived everything around him in slow motion... But it was actually his mind working in a quick and efficient manner, a sort of mental overdrive if you will...

He wound up, and willed his shoulder and arm to contract, sending all of his energy into the ball, sending it speeding to its target. He felt the baseball roll off of his middle and pointer fingers...

Once it was out of his grasp, the world's speed returned to normal, and the baseball sped toward its target, smashing into the red metal dot, and disengaging the safety's that held the platform in place.

In one fluid motion, one side of the platform dropped, and the dancing figure fell into the large tub of water, creating a huge splash. The sound system then blared a victory sound, and many flashing lights around the structure went off... The platform automatically raised itself back into position. After a few moments of treading water and swearing, the masked dancer rolled over the side of the tub and out onto the ground, utterly drenched, He walked around the platform and climbed up to it via a ladder to dance on the platform some more... "Lucky Shot Mr Lucky!!!!" the masked man yelled to Jackson...

"Well done" The masked woman murmured to Jackson, obviously smiling behind her mask. She gestured behind her to the prize ropes, "Choose one" she said.

Jackson looked to Dash, offered her a grin, and his eyes flashed. He murmured "You heard the lady, pick your poison..."
 
It wasn't that, she just wanted to get to know him without the interference of their mutual friends. She didn't need to hear stories from when they were growing up from Clay or other embarrassing things. It was best to learn from one another and she was glad when he offered her his arm, sensing her need for privacy. Slipping her arm through his as he spoke, she felt herself being led away rather quickly. She smiled up at him, "Thank you."

Keeping on his arm was easy, his gait was slow but confident. He decided which way to go and she followed, preferring to not have the choice and just live in the moment. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his profile, he was very handsome and she could get used to being in his presence. Even though they were silent, it was an air about him that let her know he knew she was there.

Her eyes flit over the other patrons and the game attendants, nothing really caught her eye. Then again Daishalyn wasn't sure what it was that Jackson was looking for. Along she went until they stopped before a dunking booth, the music was interesting and perfectly fitting for the area. The man over the water taunted everyone, his mask was a bit much and so she averted her eyes. The flashing of a light on them caught her attention and she glanced up to she the man with the mask was the source.

Glancing up at Jack she smiled, tilting her head when he began to whisper in her ear. She released him with a nod of her head, "He sure does and you'll remedy that shortly." She said, though she wasn't sure if she truly thought it was true or not. Watching from the sidelines as he lined up and centered himself, seemingly able to put the taunts of the man out of his head as he focused.

Dash watched as his arm wound up and he released the ball, everything happening much faster being out of the loop of his concentration. Dash was all smiles and jumped up in the air as the ball connected with the target and the platform dropped. The crowd around them going wild as the guy dropped with a splash into the water.

She grabbed his arm gently, smiling. "First try, nice!" She said into his ear. Dash didn't want to be a clingy girl or one that squealed and scared him off. So she just stood and smiled, her heart jumping erratically when he gave up the prize decision to her. her eyes traveled the line of things. Pictures, stuffies, masks, silly things. Her eyes landed on a monkey, it was the cutest. The rest had hearts and flowers and things of that nature. Something she wasn't too keen on getting, the monkey was perfect.

"I'll take that monkey, please." She smiled at Jack. "Thank you, Jackson." She smiled and took the monkey. "How about we get a celebratory cone of ice cream and talk a bit?" She offered, certain he didn't want to game for the hour, load her up with mementos and leave her with little knowledge of who he was? She smiled at him as she began walking, arms wrapped about the plush animal. Dash didn't walk too far, leaving them room to alter the plans.
 
Jackson watched Dash as she spoke to the masked attendant, and retrieved the stuffed plush monkey for her from the ropes with a long hooked pole.
She looked very cute standing there with the stuffed animal as she hugged it to her chest smiling...
Jackson lowered his eyes and nodded once as he considered her words. An Ice cream cone sounded good, since most of his funnel cake had went to feeding the crows...

There was an ice cream vendor nearby, housed in one of those mobile trailers used for such food services... The people inside all dressed as clowns...
Jackson immediately but only momentarily went sour... He hated clowns... He had a councilor once in junior high that had a huge collection of clown dolls in his office... It struck him as just a little strange... He then quickly shook it off and smiled.

Jackson approached the clown truck, and ordered an ice cream cone for Dash, and a Nutty Bar on a stick for himself. His mood then immediately improved as he bit into the frozen confection, savoring the chocolate on vanilla ice-cream topped with chopped peanuts. Once again his memories transported him back in time to his childhood, when he visited this very same fair with his grandfather. He wondered if his grandfather would have been proud of him, and the life he chose to lead. If anything His grandfather likely did. The man was far more wild than he had ever been...

Jackson chuckled to himself, and took another bite of his ice cream. He looked to Dashlyn, and watched her take a few bites of her own ice cream.

"So, you said you wanted to talk..." He murmured to her... "What's on your mind?"

Above her head he saw a huge ferris wheel, adorned with many flashing colored lights begin to spin up... That gave him an idea...
 
Monkey in arm she followed Jackson to the ice cream "cart", their treats were delivered and the duo ate. Dash wasn't sure where to start with questions and the ice cream was a delicious distraction. Chocolate with sprinkles, it couldn't get any better for the beautiful girl. Conscious of how she ate the coned confection, she licked her lips and along the edge of the cone.

Laughing she turned her sparkling gaze onto him as he talked. "Well, I figured we must get to know one another. Talking is the best way. I want to know... hmm, what is it you are looking for in a woman." She took a bite of ice cream and swallowed. "I heard you were looking for a sort of permanence and well I don't wish to scare you off, but that is what I am after as well. I'm sick of the being alone or played."

Dash turned, her eyes followed his gaze to move up over the Ferris wheel, her heart beat picked up inside her chest. Scary but thrilling since she was afraid of heights. The carousel was close by, the clanging music reaching her ears. "I am afraid of heights... and the dark..." She said softly, "But if you want to go I will, just please don't rock the seat."

She'd been to the fair many times, only once had she ridden on the Ferris wheel. It was with an ex and he rocked the seat and acted like a fool. It was horrifying and the attendant ended up stopping the ride to let her off because she was so hysterical.
 
Jackson placed a hand on hers as she held his arm, walking with him down the alleyways towards the huge Ferris wheel...

"Yes..." He murmured to her... "...For once I actually want to meet someone nice, someone I can mesh with, someone who loves me for me, and not, well..." He chuckled...
He finished the last bite of his ice cream, and tossed the wooden stick into a nearby waste bin...

The Huge Ferris wheel was truly spectacular... It was easily several hundred feet tall, and lit up with a myriad of lights...

After promising to not make an ass of himself, He and Dash entered into one of the spacious, cage like carriages...

The ride was very slow, and Jackson made good on his promise...

Jackson looked out at the sunset as the wheel began its ascent phase... The orange sun appearing to light the sky on fire, with breathtaking hues of orange, red, blue, purple, and everything in between.... He couldn't help but smile...
 
She bit her lip, assuming he meant sex. "Well, yeah... that's always a plus." She smiled. Dash liked the warm feel of his fingers over hers on his arm as they walked. She imagined sex with him would be very fulfilling, he exuded confidence and that was sexy as all hell.

Shifting her gaze from him to the structure in front of them, she felt her throat go a bit dry. Finishing her ice cream in line she slid into the seat beside him, holding the monkey in her lap. She could feel her heart beating so swift behind her breasts. She was terrified and they had yet to take off. Could he hear her heart beat, she wondered?

Slowly they climbed, the seat barely moving. At least she knew he could keep his word. The sunset was magnificent, but all she could focus on was how high they were climbing. Her hand found his, lower lip trembling as her fearful eyes closed. Her chest was tight around her beating heart and she felt nothing more than it pumping blood throughout her system.

Her smaller fingers laced with his, not even caring that they were practically strangers. She would take comfort where she could get it. Right now, it was him.
 
Jackson was enjoying the ride, and the view, and most definitely being with Dash... But he was concerned... He saw that she was clearly uncomfortable, and was likely enduring this just for him...

He appreciated it, but he could not bear to see her like this... There were warning labels all along the interior of the carriage... One of them was for a phone number to text the ride operator in case of an emergency... Jackson had fished out his phone when the ride had suddenly stopped, Making the carriage jerk and sway suddenly...

"Ummm... Were sorry..." Came the scratchy voice of a young man on the ride intercom a few moments later... "We are experiencing a problem with the motors, and are working quickly to correct the problem, please remain calm..."

Jackson growled angrily... He wrapped his arm around Dash tightly, protectively... "Its alright..." He whispered to her softly... Hoping to distract her obvious fear of heights, he pointed out the sunset to her... How it reflected beautifully over the waves... And how genuinely happy he was to be there with her... "Well, we have an opportunity to talk now" he chuckled... Stroking her hair affectionately, trying to comfort her, absently forgetting that he barely knew her. He could feel her heart throbbing very hard in her chest, and could almost hear it above the call of the seagulls far below...

His eyes went to the emergency exit... And then to the nearby escape climbing rungs all over the fame of the Ferris wheel... In the event that he had to, it would be easy to lash his belt around them both, and while she clung to him he could climb them both down safely to the ground... Hopefully it wouldn't come to that though... Jackson just remained calm, and collected, and Pet her hair lovingly...

There was a cool breeze, and the carriage swayed slightly... Sensing her apprehension, he pulled her in close, warming her body with his... "Don't be scared, I am here..." He said in a low, even, flat tone... Jackson's mind raced, and formulated a contingency like it always did. They were not likely in any real danger, but it was good to be prepared... Her hair felt good in his fingers... And without thinking he coiled his fingers around it, close to her scalp, and pulled... Creating a sharp, warm sensation that skirted deliciously between that threshold of pleasure and pain...
 
Daishalyn was glad she was up here with him, especially when the damn thing stopped. Maybe it was to let some people off and others on. But, the longer they swayed, the more concerned she became. "Oh god..." She lamented, there was no way in hell she'd be able to keep calm for very long. His angry growl was a bit worrisome. She wasn't sure if it was because of her or his aggravation at the machine. When his arm tightened around her, she calmed more.

She gave him a wry half smile, it was true but that didn't mean she could. Her breathing was a bit raspy and she felt his fingers in her hair. The actions were more comforting that anything, she didn't dwell on the fact they were nearly strangers. Her head rested against his shoulder or chest. His strong heart beat was comforting. But, a breeze rocked the carriage and she closed her eyes moving closer to him.

His soft words of comfort caressed her nerves and made her feel so much safer. But it wasn't a total relaxation. She felt his fingers in her hair and thought nothing of it. However, the quick sharp pull of her hair, jerked her head. her mouth fell open and a moan fell out. Dash recovered, with a wide eyed expression. "Oh... um, ow?" She questioned. She was caught so off guard and shocked that a moan had left her mouth when he pulled her hair.

Her cheeks warmed and she blushed. Her gaze turned to stare at the setting sun. She wasn't sure what had come over her in that instant. "I'm sorry..."
 
Jackson's eyes shot open immediately, realizing what he had just done... A true professional never loses control like that, not even for a moment...
He thought fast... His desire to comfort and protect her led to a momentary lapse in concentration, and all of his clients enjoyed having their hair pulled, so much that they beg and crave for it...

The carriage continued to sway in the wind... Jackson quickly replayed the events in his mind over and over... There was no mistaking it... The moan that just escaped her lips when her hair was pulled, the way her body squirmed and moved in closer to him... those were behaviors a woman exhibited when one was experiencing pleasure...

Dash however was not a client, she was an innocent, beautiful young lady who knew nothing of his profession...

Jackson felt something... Something deep down within himself that he had not felt in a long time... Intensified arousal...
The master, for once, did not know what to do... He was momentarily frightened...

He closed his eyes, and whispered softly... "No Dash..." He murmured to her... "I am sorry..."

There is no time like the present... he thought to himself... This was not like him? Was it? He was so confused...

Using his powerful muscles, Jackson easily lifted Dash up onto his lap, where she was facing him, straddling him similar to the way a stripper does when giving someone a lap-dance...
He wrapped his arms around her tightly into a loving embrace. Her perfumed hair smelled absolutely heavenly... Her tresses soft and silky in his fingers, as if they were very much alive and coiling around them...

Jackson could not resist... He tightened his fingers around her hair once again, and slowly pulled her dark hair back close to her scalp, creating a warm and sharp pain close to her scalp, this time more deliberate and intense, controlling...

As her sensual lips parted this time however, Jackson pressed his lips to her gently, and sent his tongue forth to gently caress hers... If she tried to moan this time, he would inhale it sharply, wanting to take her breath completely away...

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, he pulled back from her gently, their lips making a traditional kissing noise. It was death quiet in the swaying carriage, and he half expected Dash to come out of her daze quickly and smack him...

It was as if for the first time in his life he was not in control of himself... He allowed this gorgeous young woman to confuse him, and he suddenly realized just how desperate he was for a companion that could truly understand him and love him for who he was, and not just be a "Side Piece..."

While his mind was in a slight state of turmoil, he did not show it... He looked into Dash's eyes with wonder, an almost pleading look on his face...
 
Their eyes met. Something within his was a bit off, but before she could truly see it he closed them. "Don't be..." She whispered back. Her voice was a little huskier, had she just said that. Just affirmed that she wanted more of this. It frightened her a touch, not as much as when he lifted her. her fingers tightened on his shoulders as he settled her in his lap. "Jackson?" She questioned, softly.

Though the way he held her to him, arms looping around her made her feel safe. Once again moving away from the feeling of nervous and scared. Did she want to show him this curious side of her, the side that wished to be spanked and have her hair pulled while she moaned in satisfaction? Dash knew she didn't want him thinking the relationship she wanted was to be purely sexual, sex would be involved just not from the get go.

However, she didn't think he was the love them and leave them type. But, no matter what, she needed to pull away from that. Sleep in her own bed tonight and save his for another... if she could stop herself.

She felt his fingers winding up into her hair, same as before only he didn't tug. The feeling it caused was like a pull, but more intense, warm and... it was hard to concentrate on thoughts with such a delicious feelings causing her body to tingle as he did this.

Lips parting on a throaty sigh, she barely felt his lips and her fingers were gliding along his shoulders and up into his hair. Fuck, the no sex rule she had in her head. out the window it went. This kiss was soft and hot and confusing. Daishalyn was turned on, incredibly so as they swung in the sky, but all she could think about was the way his tongue tasted in her mouth and the way her scalp tingled caused the same reaction in another spot.

She moaned, her hips moving, grinding against his as she seemingly lost control of the moment. When he pulled back slowly, she wasn't prepared. Her soft lips were a bit swollen from the sensuous moment, breasts lifting as she panted in air and her eyes wild with desire and lust. She didn't slap him, or even move. Seemingly frozen in his lap.

Their eyes met, her head tilted. Finally she found her voice, "Jackson... why did you stop?" She sounded so confused as to why he had, she didn't want him to stop... hadn't asked for it, but he had. Was he displeased by her wanton ways. He'd surely tell her, right?
 
Jackson looked into her eyes, expecting only to see anger... Yet all he saw was desire, and a willingness, even a need for him to continue...
He was relived that she did not reject him, it was a bold, risky move, but suddenly he was glad he took it... What to do next... Infinite possibilities...

" I wouldn't dare stop..." He murmured to her softly... "I just hope you will still respect me in the morning..."
Jackson pressed his lips to hers again, laughing happily, and kissed her again... A little more savage this time, lightly biting her lips just hard enough to achieve an erotic tingle...
The kiss was hungry this time, and full of promise... He did not expect this in the slightest, Professionals don't ever act this way... But then again his professional behavior and nice guy motif had kept him single for this long, and he liked this girl, and wanted to keep her. It was time for something different, something a nice guy would never do...

The carriage swayed slowly in the wind and from their moments... The intercom crackled, and the same scratchy voice came on the air... "... We are using the emergency manual crank to move the ride, and allowing everyone to exit. Please remain calm. The secondary motors are likewise not responding..."

With that said, the ride slowly began to turn again, but it was barely perceptible... No one could see them, not even from the other carriages...
Dash was oblivious to it though, focused solely on him, and how he had just kissed her...

He quickly took off his jacket, and placed it on the other bench of the carriage. Jackson then gently placed her rear on his jacket, and scratched his nails up and down her thighs looking up at her... He wanted to taste her, wanted to make her happy... This was sudden, and things were moving a little fast for him, but he was committed at this point, and decided then and there he would have no regrets about whatever happened next...

Jackson was not displeased with her in any way. She was just a highly aroused young woman that wanted to be touched...

It was thrilling for him, feeling the rush of his blood running hot, and seeing her feel the same way... Jackson just couldn't help himself... Kneeling before her, he kissed her lips hotly, gripping her thighs firmly, and lightly rubbing one of his strong hands up and down her tight abdomen... " I will not hurt you Dash..." He whispered into her ear, "I will likewise never lie to you, I only ask you do the same for me..." His mouth then found her earlobe, and he bit down firmly, watching and feeling her reactions carefully, adjusting the pressure of his bite until she squirmed and moaned under his touch...

Jackson kissed his way down her delicate, graceful neck lightly nipping her here and there... His fingers gently played at the waistline of her pants, his fingertips dancing at the hem of her underwear...
" I want to make you cum on my fingers dash..." He murmured to her softly between his sensual kisses...
 
Those words, in the morning, bounced around in her head. He gave her no time to speak as his lips covered hers. The nip had her melting in his lap, her hips moving against him in a gentle rocking motion. Her lips trembled and she initiated a kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth as she savored his taste. Too busy to even notice the voice crackling over the intercom or the slow moving carriage.

Soon she noticed she was sitting across from him, panting. His nails on her thighs tingled and caused her to moan again as she stared into his eyes, watching him kneel. Her hands found his, stroking over his warm fingers. His hands moved, she wanted more and wanted to beg him for more. "I know..." She whispered and she did. Daishalyn felt she could trust him fully. Nodding her head at his next statement.

"I would never lie.. to you. Lie beneath you, sure... never to you." She said breathlessly, her breath hissed from her lungs and she whimpered. Her fingers gripped at the seat and she moaned. "Please?" she begged him with that one word.

Her head fell back to the seat as he kissed and nipped down her neck. Her body was on fire, so hot and needing of his touch. She wanted to cum for him, was certain she could do it with out even his touch. But, she had a problem... her fingers gripped his, stopping the action a moment. Dash knew her jeans would be drenched, so unless they were caught in a freak rainstorm or he spilled a drink on her, it would appear she'd peed herself or had too much fun.

"I gush when I cum..." She said softly. "I'll ruin my pants and your jacket." She whispered. Though she wanted to cum for him. Hell, she wanted to be fucked by him... knowing an orgasm by him would tear her apart at the seams, at least he'd put the pieces back together when she had.
 
Jackson sucked in a breath of cold air in frustration... However, he stopped his fingers advances... He looked up at her and smiled, and sat back next to her, and held her tightly, kissing her head...
"Alright, we are moving a little fast anyway... Perhaps we need to control ourselves a little better..." He murmured into her ear...
"As eager as I am to see your squirm and moan... It would be rude of us to your friends and family If I was to take you straight home from here as soon as we get off the ride..."

Jackson looked out over the sunset as the carriage slowly descended. He looked out at the framework as it inched by the carriage, and counted the seconds at each pause... This was going to be the absolute longest twenty two minutes of his life...

He thought quickly, the situation SUCKED... But there was always a positive side to things... And suddenly, the answer came to him...

A deliciously cruel smile played at the corner of his lips, and his eyes flashed...
"There is a silver lining here..." He purred into her ear... " You can anticipate what I will do to you in your own bed later on... This will slowly build your arousal, and when you finally do cum, it will be harder and more fulfilling than you could ever imagine, trust me... Show me that you can control yourself, and I will gladly reward you for your efforts..."

He then held her close to his chest. "Self control is everything..." He said, breathing deeply, more to himself than to her... This was taking a visible amount of effort on his part too...

"Lets not rush this..." He whispered. "Lets enjoy the day with our friends and family together, and then when its time, I can take you home... In the event you still require a release, you can invite me in for a nightcap..."

Jackson looked out over the clouds, the gentle breeze blowing his black hair around slightly....
 
She couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that welled in her chest, though she was certain to keep it off her face. Or at least she hoped she had. Biting her lip she nodded, it was fast... but it didn't feel wrong. Dash sat there and said nothing, she didn't want to seem easy and complain about him not pressing his advantage. Hell, he had her eating out of the palm of his hand and who cared if they ran off, her friends and his brother would understand that they clicked.

Instead of saying anything, she suffered in silence. Dash thought he had pulled away and sat, but his words came in. He thought they were moving too fast, yet he planned on going home with her. This, she found incredibly interesting. The idea of this kind of reward, was incredibly hot and naughty and delicious.

"I do trust you and I will show you..." She said softly, her legs closed gently. Sadly she could feel her clit throbbing in time with her heart. "It will be more than a nightcap..." She said, a smirk upon her lips. Her tension and nervousness were forgotten and she enjoyed the rest of their ride, even as slow as it was. Her hand laced with his and she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

It took a bit but they finally made it to the ground, safely. The conversation entertaining enough she hadn't once thought about them being up in the air as they were. Laughing and smiling she was certain that Jackson had no flaws. "So I think it's been longer than an hour, do you recall where we are supposed to meet up with them?" She asked, slipping her hand in his again. Biting her lip she hoped he didn't mind, touching him helped take her mind off the ache between her legs.
 
Jackson had never been so thankful to set his feet back on the ground... Never again would he go up in that Ferris wheel, not unless he packed a five course lunch and at least fifty feet of rope...
He could smell Dash's arousal emanating from her neck, and feel it in the way she gripped his arm... It was delicious teasing her in such a way... Her needs would be met and more, Jackson would see to that himself...

He squeezed her hand reassuringly... She would likely cum from just a simple graze... He thought of taking her to one of the many shops nearby and making her gush in a hidden, secluded corner... Just a little something to take the edge off... There was no good reason not to. A sweet little orgasm to ease her frustration... a little taste of what waited for Dash in her own bed later...

Jackson fished out his cellular phone, and contacted Clay and the rest of his group... "Hey Clayton, we had a minor setback, and Dash and I were trapped in the Ferris Wheel during a malfunction...." He murmured into the phone... Then he winked at Dash mischievously... "... I think one of the souvenir shops caught her eye, we are going to take a quick look, then meet up with your shortly..."

He listened as Clay murmured a few things into his ear from the phone, Jackson nodded his head once, and then terminated the call.

"Come with me..." He whispered into her ear as he led her to the nearest cottage set up as an impromptu clothing store... It was pleasant inside, with many T shirts and other fashionable clothing on many racks lining the walls... Jackson began to slide clothes hangers this way and that on the metal racks, looking for something In Dash's size, he could make a good enough approximation with just his eyes... One more excuse to look at her and appreciate just how beautiful she was...

Finding a few suitable souvenir shirts... Jackson quickly led dash to one of the dressing rooms, and pinned her against the wall, kissing her hungrily, and firmly pulling her hair again just like he did in the ride earlier...

He nipped at her lower lip... "Drop your pants dash... I'll give you a delicious appetizer to tide you over until dinner tonight..." Jackson said, low and deep... "We can use the shirts to catch anything you might squirt..."

Jackson then held her tightly, still in control of himself, but also wanting her to squirm under his fingers, and wanting to make her curl her toes in her shoes...
 
Smiling back at him she was all to glad to be back on the ground as well. She burned from his words and now wished to please him more than ever by obeying. As they stood, she watched him dig for his phone and then begin to place a call. It really wasn't any of her business, but she couldn't help overhearing his conversation. Besides, it seemed he intended for her to hear, especially since he gave her that wink.

Her cheeks blushed and she squeezed his hand, all the while wondering what he was up to. When he was off the phone she eagerly followed him. Perhaps he was so keyed up he didn't want to go anywhere else before their fun was had. Though the shopping was the last thing on her mind.

Eyes glanced about for an attendant and it seemed they were on break or out at another area to grab some business while they had the place to themselves.

Once inside the changing room he had her, she whimpered against his lips. Her body arched to press to his and to show him what she wanted. Melting into him and against the wall he had her pinned to she moaned as he pulled on her hair again. Nodding her head at him before she moved her hands and began to remove her skinny jeans. Her fingers shoving at the fabric. Her lacy panties were already damp between her legs. shoving them away too she stepped out of them and remained only in her thin tank and peasant shirt.

Her eyes met his, "I make a mean set of pancakes... how does breakfast in the morning sound?" She whispered back before her mouth pressed against his, this time she was kissing him with a fiery passion. It had been a while but this situation was new, exciting and a bit out of the norm for her. Not saying she didn't like it, it was just a little too much danger of being caught. At the very least they would be kicked out of the fair, but it wasn't that big a deal.

Her bare thighs rubbed against the fabric of his jeans. She wanted to feel him pressed against her. She was sure he was hard just because of how excited she was. Lifting her knee slightly into him, she felt him and smiled into the kiss. The slight touch satisfied her and she anticipated his touch on her skin soon.
 
Jackson relished her kissing technique... The girl's lips tasted good... Her skin was hot beneath his hands, the muscles in her legs tight and firm... Her hair was so soft beneath his fingers, Jackson ran them through her hair, not pulling but teasing her like he would, testing her with the anticipation...

He reached around her back with one muscular arm, and pulled her to him tightly... he reached around her back and squeezed the swell of her breast through her T Shirt, his fingertips playing with the stiffening nipple he felt beneath the thin fabric. Pinching it lightly, his teeth found her ear, and lightly nipped at it, gently tugging on her earrings with his lips... He could feel his cock stiffen beneath his pants, and it ached to be touched... The thought of her touching him intimately with her fingers, her mouth... It was pure heaven...

But he was in control of himself... He would get his later... Dash was being good, and deserved a reward, even though he barely knew her... Yet he felt as if he had known her for much longer... There was a connection here, a chemistry that he just couldn't explain, and had never felt before this...

"What I am going to do..." He murmured into her ear deeply, watching her reactions carefully, gauging what she likes and doesn't like... Perhaps she likes dirty talk, anticipation...
"...Is put my fingers near your pussy, and trace them around in circles, very close to your flesh, but not touching it.... Teasing you, building your arousal... Lets see just how much you can take..."

Dash was already heavily aroused, he could smell her musk, and her vessel was flowing generously to the point that he felt the thick streaks of her elixir flowing down her shapely thighs.... Oh how gorgeous her thighs would look, covered in sweet little bite marks... Her tight ass with delicious red streaks that burned in a warming, succulent manner...

He then kissed her and inhaled as his nimble fingers got ever closer to the quivering bundle of nerves between her legs...

"You will not scream pretty girl, if you must, I want you to bite me, here... " And he offered her his muscular forearm, smelling of fresh body wash, cologne, and his masculine scent...

Jackson teased her little by little, savoring her whimpers, and using her to satisfy his minor sadistic urges for the moment...

Then deliberately, when he was sure that last caress made her weak in the knees and her toes to curl, he lightly touched one finger to her clit, and pressed it slowly and repeatedly, wanting to send a few shocks of pleasure up her spine...
 
He spun her in the middle of the dressing room, her back pressed to his firm chest. He caressed her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt and teased the erect nipple. She gasped and pressed her ass into him harder, one hand moved to grasp his ass and hold him to her as he nipped at her lobe. His intentions were clear, the relief he would provide, eventually. Dash knew she wouldn't be able to take much, no she could barely stand the short wait.

Dash moaned and arched her hips back against the hardened shaft in his pants as they kissed. She felt his fingers moving along her body. She nodded, placing soft kisses on the forearm he offered. Her free hand came up and laced with his fingers. "I understand Jackson." Her eyes met his. Desire filled them, desire to please him with her actions, even if she wouldn't recognize it in herself.

Each pass of his fingers caused her body to quiver and her breath to hitch against his arm. "Oh god... please." She moaned. Her fingers gripped his hand harder, his ass cheek harder. Her knees did go weak and her toes curled against the rug beneath her feet.

The press of his finger to her pulsing clit caused her to press her lips against his arm to stifle her moan. If only he'd really touch her, harder and maybe rub... "More.." She begged him.
 
Jackson felt her teeth graze his forearm as she moaned into it, sensing her urgency... Her juices were flowing generously already, her quivering clit impossibly hot against his fingertips...
Her firm ass massaged his erect manhood through his pants, lighting fires where it touched, sending a wave of hot lust up his spine...

Jackson pressed himself into Dash as he felt her arch her hips into him... He kissed his way down from her ear to the side of her neck, and sank his teeth firmly into it... Biting a little harder than he probably should... But her moans were just so intoxicating... With great visible effort, Jackson maintained his control... She wanted it, desperately wanted to have him give her release...

Dash had even offered him pancakes...

Jackson had tormented and teased this poor girl for long enough... He pulled her in closer still, mashing his erect member into her firm ass, as she squirmed in his arms...

He slid his fingers up and down her hot, dripping slit, playing with her labia with long strokes of his fingers, spreading them apart, pulling on them, massaging them, rubbing them, and pinching her clit for her...

Jackson rubbed her pussy with abandon... Her behavior suggested what he was about to say would drive her completely over the edge... "Dash, Cum for me here and now, in this dressing room... Its alright, you have permission, now let me feel you gush against my fingers... Feel good for me, and enjoy this release.... Do it now girl... Cum..."
 
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