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Full Story: Hearts of Darkness (w. ShadowOfDesire)

Sucking cock was almost like a drug to her. The more she had, the more she wanted, especially of Jack's. It wasn't necessarily the act itself that thrilled her, but rather knowing how much pleasure she could give him and seeing the intense look in his eyes as he stared down at her. She maintained eye contact, wanting to sustain the connection for as long as possible, feeling something stretch between them as they indulged in their deviant behaviors. His touch encouraged and emboldened, sparking that deep need within that called for greater action.

As before, she took her direction beautifully. Her head remained still. Her eyes remained on his. She relaxed her jaw enough so that his cock wouldn't scrape against her teeth as he held her head steady and began to fuck her mouth, though her tongue continued its pleasing stroke against his underside. While he used her, one hand rested on the back of his thigh and the other dipped lower as he'd commanded, wrapping about one breast to tease her stiff nipple. She did the same with the other, moaning softly as she alternated, fingers kneading the soft, pliant flesh. Her pussy was already sopping wet and remained that way as Jack's cock disappeared inside her mouth. Pleasuring a man always made her wet, and she didn't trust herself to stroke her clit without climaxing. That sensitive little nub was already pulsing and needy.

She was ready and eager when he finally ramped up his thrusts to slide his cock down her throat. She gagged and convulsed, unable to stop the reaction, but didn't jerk away. Perhaps that might eventually be trained out of her in some fashion, but the involuntary reflex wasn't so easily overcome in the moment. A muffled moan rose up in her chest and vibrated through his cock. Each time he thrust himself deeply inside her eager mouth, she twitched and groaned around him, though didn't tense. Instead, she relaxed, urging her throat muscles to do the same so that he could slide even deeper. Her nose pressed into his groin, but her eyes remained turned upward to his, watering from gagging and the lack of air.

She lost track of time, lost herself in the rhythm of his deep thrusts and the sweet breaths of air whenever he allowed. Had it been minutes? Hours? There was no way for her to know for certain. His cock was soon coated in her spit. It leaked down her chin and fell in thick ropes to her chest. Tears clung to her lashes and smudged her eyeliner, leaving streaks of black down her caramel cheeks. She was a sloppy, soggy mess, but none of that mattered. Her focus narrowed to Jack's eyes, the cock in her mouth, and her struggles to breathe.

His second warning was met with another pleasing groan and Miranda squeezed one breast tightly as he cut off her air. Having learned her lesson before, she didn't try to impress him. She didn't wait until the last possible moment when her lungs burned for air and she felt as though she'd pass out, taking their play to a level that could be dangerous for them both. She didn't count away the seconds to beat her best personal record. This time, she tried to ignore her competitive nature, wanting the act to be about him rather than herself.

She simply waited until his invading cock brought a new rush of tears to her eyes, and her abused throat muscles tightened around him. Then she squeezed his leg hard enough for him to know, without a doubt, that she needed him to stop.
 
Jack paid close attention to Miranda as he took her mouth, and not just because he didn’t want to miss her squeezing his leg. He saw and heard and felt her struggling to accommodate his cock going down her throat over and over, and that aroused him as much as the feel of her wind pipe squeezing his glans; she was trying to master herself to please him and there was no truer sign of submission. But he also smiled when he saw the sexy doctor playing with her own nipples and breasts as he face fucked her, because that told him she was enjoying this in her way as much as he was in his. The real capper for Jack though was Miranda’s eyes. Even though they were tearing and her makeup was a ruined mess, he never once saw panic or fear in her eyes; instead they remained as serene as they’d been when she’d turned around, perhaps now with a small dose of her usual determination mixed in. So Jack kept his cock down Miranda’s throat until he felt her squeeze his leg hard and then slipped himself from between her lips, trailing yet another strand of saliva.

Jack didn’t try to clean Miranda up and instead just watched her for a moment as she coughed and sputtered; she seemed to be breathing alright and able to hold herself upright, so Jack turned and quickly laid a couple of bath towels over the bed sheets, down near the foot and by the corner nearest to where Miranda was kneeling. As he did he happened to notice the little bottle of lube on the nightstand and that gave him an idea as he turned back and reached for the leash.

Jack squatted down so he could look Miranda in the eyes; they seemed focused and coherent to him, so he just started talking to her in a tone that was as gentle as it was firm. “I hope you enjoyed your appetizer sweetie, I know I did. Now no dilly dallying around; you’ve gotten me all nice and hard, but that won’t last forever.” (Jack was pretty sure it would, but he didn’t want to confuse Miranda by mentioning that.) “So once you catch your breath I want you up on the bed on your hands and knees, down near the corner on those towels.” Jack jiggled the leash a little, as if to say he wasn’t going to wait forever for that to happen. “But before you get your ass up there and presented to me properly, like I’ve already taught you, you’re going to make one, quick detour.” Jack grinned before he went on.

“I figure a little slut like you doesn’t just have a bottle of lube for her fingers, or for when her boyfriends come by, but for her toys too. So before you get up there I want you to dig them out and put them over there on the nightstand for me to inspect.” The little grin stayed on Jack’s face as he waited for Miranda to get her breathing more or less under control, but not a second longer. Then he stood and tugged on her leash. “Move sweetie. Now.”
 
Miranda sucked in a deep breath once he released her and removed his cock. She didn't so much sag as simply relax, resting her bare bottom on her feet as she leaned back to recover. It was a heady, euphoric feeling, though only one born of being able to please him and not from lack of air. Satisfaction. She'd not made him come, but that had been his choice. He obviously had made special plans on where his load would be deposited that evening.

While he made further preparations, she reached for a rag to clean her mouth and chest, wiping away her foamy spit and residual pre-cum. A soft smile appeared when her returned. She'd not had a chance to tell him about her vibrator, but he was a clever man. Whether he'd want to use it was another story, but she'd certainly oblige him the opportunity to fuck her however he liked. Rising to her feet, she quickly moved to her dresser to pull her vibrator out of her panty drawer. It was a sleek cylinder of black plastic, about five or six inches, with a simple twist base that regulated the speed and intensity of the vibrations. The thought of him using it on her was simply divine, though she was a bit embarrassed at being caught with it. She threw him a sheepish smile as she carried to the nightstand.

As she moved to place it beside the lubrication he'd fetched, Miranda suddenly froze as she spotted the folder sitting there. Had Jack seen the contents? Had he opened it? Her heart pounded madly in her chest as she felt the blood drain from her face. The fear was only momentary, however, as she realized that the envelope was still sealed shut. No, if he'd seen those photographs, he'd already be demanding questions and their session would be over. Opening the drawer, she casually shoved the folder back inside. Placing the rag she'd used to clean herself atop the nightstand, she arranged the vibrator and lube on the rag so that any mess would end up on the cloth and not the table itself.

Finally, she moved to the bed and slid her knees onto the mattress, positioning herself on those towels. After drawing her long hair over one shoulder, she lowered herself onto her hands with her knees spread. Even though some of her arousal had diminished at the sight of Carson's blackmail, her folds were still slick and glistening, eager for his cock. Miranda glanced back at him over her shoulder, her nervousness slowly fading into trembling anticipation once more.

However, she'd failed to arch her back inward and just her rear upward as he liked. Was she simply forgetful? Or was she trying to test his limits to see how strictly she needed to adhere to his commands?
 
Jack was a little surprised when all Miranda produced was one, rather basic vibrator; given what he’d learned of her so far, a wider selection of more exotic toys really wouldn’t have surprised him in the least. But he still grinned as she smiled sheepishly, obviously a little embarrassed at having admitted she did have something special she used to pleasure herself with. So he razzed her a bit as she futzed around over by the nightstand, doing some tidying up of all things. “That’s it? I mean, I know batteries can be hard to come by here, at least the good ones, but only that one toy?” Jack shook his head a little. “Now I’m beginning to understand why Doctor Blake looks so cranky and frustrated all the time.”

Once Miranda had climbed onto the bed Jack stood to its side and next to her; as he looked down his lips pursed and he shook his head a little more. His voice was gentle as he spoke. “Tsk, tsk Doctor Blake. You’re a smart lady. Is that how I taught Miranda to present herself to me?” Jack’s big left hand settled onto the small of Miranda’s back, but didn’t press down at all; instead he just held it against her warm body and lightly massaged the scar that marred her soft caramel skin. “We both know it’s not. And I don’t think you forgot either. You’re just being bratty.” Jack sighed a little and a note of disappointment entered his voice. “So let’s review. Knees a little wider. But more importantly, arch your back and get your ass and pussy presented properly. You said you liked being fucked doggy style, so make yourself look like the slutty little bitch in heat you are.” Jack simply waited, looking at Miranda and gently massaging her back, until she assumed the proper position. Then he smiled at her.

“Very nice pet, that’s much better.” Jack paused for a second. “You know Miranda, it would be very easy for me to make you do what I want. I’m bigger than you and stronger too, and I know how to fight. And I guess we could go down that road sometime if you wanted to, if you’re interested in the same kind of fantasies …” Jack hesitated for a second before he continued “…Ilse was; you’re not crazy like she is.” Another pause. “But what would that prove? What would it mean? Nothing really, in the end. You’re going to have to learn how to make yourself do what I want. And since I do care about you, I’m going to help you with that.” Jack’s lips pursed, then he went on seriously. “Your entrée is going to be delayed sweetie, while you get your first lesson on punishment.”

Jack’s right hand settled onto Miranda’s ass and his left reached up and tugged lightly on her leash. “Eyes forward and chin up as much as your collar will allow.” He waited for her to reposition her head as he’d directed before releasing the leash and returning his left hand to her back. As the fingertips of his right hand lightly traced over the toned flesh of her left cheek he went on. “You can make any kind of noises you want. Say whatever you want. But you will hold yourself in position until I say otherwise. If you don’t I’ll start your punishment over. Understood pet?” Jack didn’t wait for an answer and instead raised his right hand away from Miranda’s ass and waited, and waited, and waited …

When the first spank landed Jack pulled the blow and made contact with just his fingers; still he put a little muscle into it too and could see a ripple run through Miranda’s firm cheek, and also caught one of her boobs jiggling out of the corner of his eye. Jack knew how to hit people and was pretty sure this spank had done what he'd wanted it to; really sting, but not actually injure Miranda either. Though he knew that if he kept at it (which he intended to) her ass would start to heat up and even her dusky skin would begin to darken a little. But he wasn’t quite certain about Miranda’s pain tolerance yet, so he stopped there and just kept his hands in place, feeling for her reaction as much as he looked and listened for it. She could yelp and squeak and curse all she wanted, and some shuddering and shaking was also perfectly acceptable; that would show she was trying to keep the pain under control as he’d instructed. But any movement much beyond that …
 
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"I don't need an entire closet of playthings to get the job done," Miranda replied to his teasing. Truth in fact, she rarely used her vibrator or even her fingers to masturbate. As she'd aged, she'd been the sort of woman that could go for weeks without thinking about sex or really needing it. It didn't mean she didn't crave it once in a while, but it wasn't the foremost thing on her mind. Perhaps that had led to her being a bit pent up and stifled. That certainly wasn't the case now, however. Thinking of the change a few weeks could make brought a smile to her lips.

Her body adjusted just how Jack liked, and Miranda enjoyed the feel of his hands sliding over her skin. The slight arch was unnatural, but not uncomfortable, and it displayed her pussy lewdly for his pleasure. Had she seen herself kneeling for him like a porn actress, she would have probably blushed with embarrassment, but they were alone, and she wasn't posing for a camera. She nibbled at her lower lip at his mention of punishment, almost ashamed that the merest idea of it would cause her sex to tingle. Almost, but not quite.

Nodding her understanding to his instructions, she turned to face away, tipping her head back until she felt the resistance of leather against her scalp. Her eyes closed to better feel the tingling vibrations of anticipation within her body. The waiting was pure torture. She didn't even have the comfort of tensing in preparation for the blow to come, for he'd only need to wait until she'd relaxed before he struck. As the moments stretched on, she began to wonder if the waiting was truly her punishment, and he'd not intended to spank her at all... but then the blow came.

It was a glancing slap and certainly didn't hurt, but the sting made her jump and rock forward, eyes widening in shock. A high-pitch yelp escaped her before she could swallow it, but it quickly changed to a low moan as the sting faded. Miranda closed her eyes once again, mentally preparing herself for another. She maintained the position he'd put her in, but her fingers did dig into the towel beneath her hands.

"Mmm... yes, sir," she murmured huskily.
 
Miranda’s reaction to that one spank confirmed what Jack had suspected about her. So he just looked back at his hands, raised the right one and quickly landed another slap on the sexy doctor’s other ass cheek; Jack waited until Miranda had again mastered herself and then spoke to her warmly. “Good girl, you’re doing fine.” As his right hand caressed the cheek he’d just struck Jack’s left one slid down over Miranda’s side and ribs, and his fingertips toyed with her nipples for a few moments; then they traced their way down her flat stomach to between her legs, where they stroked her wet labia once or twice before returning to rest on the small of her arched back. Jack lightly massaged Miranda’s own juices into her smooth skin for a few seconds and then his right hand raised up off her ass again …

And so began a cycle of pain, praise and pleasure for Miranda. The time Jack made her wait for his blows to land varied widely, but their force did not. And he also didn’t make her count the blows either, he did mentally; he wanted her focused on doing what he’d told her to do, and also dealing with and experiencing what she was feeling. Last but far from least Jack also didn’t fret over any minor slip ups Miranda had; as long as she was trying to do what he wanted, he praised her for it and gave her the time to get herself positioned for another set of spanks. Having said all that he also didn’t go overboard on the pleasure either; he toyed with her nipples just enough to keep them hard, and her pussy lips just enough to keep them open and wet, but her sensitive, swollen clit got no attention whatsoever.

Jack finally reached a number in his head he thought was appropriate and looked more closely at Miranda’s ass; her cheeks seemed to be blushing now and he imagined they felt more than a little warm too. He briefly wondered how that feeling might be playing out for her alongside the warmth and dripping wetness he’d felt coming from her pussy, and the hardness of her swollen little nipples. Then he reached up, took hold of her leash and tugged gently on her collar.

“Sweetie, look at me. Look at me” he began. Once Miranda’s eyes were on him over her shoulder he went on in the same warm tone. “You’re doing great and we’re almost done. Only one more thing left. I need to make sure you understand this is punishment, and not me taking care of my little pain slut. So you’re either going to get one last stroke on each cheek with this …” Jack held up the handle loop of Miranda’s leash for her to see “ … or one slap with my fingertips …” he held up the first two fingers of his right hand “… between your legs.” He paused to let what he’d just said sink in then went on gently. “Now I can’t decide which to do. So since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ve decided to let my pet decide what her final punishment will be.” Jack paused again and then pursed his lips. “But if you don’t decide, well … you’re going to get both. So which is it going to be sweetie, the leash or my fingers?”

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The handle loop of Miranda's leash.
 
The pain was exquisite, but then so was the pleasure. He kept her aroused, kept her guessing. She hovered in a state of delicious uncertainty, never knowing when the blows would come or which side he'd choose. She never knew when his hands would so teasingly caress her nipples or wickedly smack the flesh of her rear. Her reality became a series of low, keening moans and whimpers that she couldn't contain. Every strike sent her shifting forward. Each time he stroked her sopping folds, she rocked back for more. Her fingers continued to dig into the bedding so tightly that her knuckles whitened.

She tried to maintain her position. She truly did, though the moment caught her a time or two as pain or pleasure made her forget the task. They were tiny indiscretions, such as the forward flex of her rear as she ran from the sting or the dip of her head when the relief of his teasing fingers momentarily chased away the pain, but she was quick to correct her posture when thought and reason returned.

The blows left her ass tender and throbbing, though of a different sort than the needy clit that he'd ignored during their session. The two vied for her attention, each trying to push to the forefront, but neither able to fully capture her attention. She wasn't aroused to the point of climax, but she lingered near the edge. She was wound tightly about his strong, punishing fingers, body rising and falling at their every whim.

She'd lost count of those blows from the very beginning, for he'd not set a number aloud, giving her no idea of how long her punishment would last. They kept her wanting, needy, but off balance. And still they came, slapping against her tender flesh with moderate force, reddening her cheeks as time dragged onward. She didn't know how many she could possibly withstand, but she was determined to last as long as she possibly could. She didn't bother to stifle her cries. They rose to fill the room with each loud crack of his flesh slapping against hers.

Then sweet, blessed relief, at last. No more blows came, but she felt the full extent of her spanking in her blushing cheeks as they tingled maddeningly. Her stomach quivered, wondering if it was simply another ploy to keep her from anticipating the next blow. Her cunt was eager and wet, though it was her clit that pained her almost as much as her ass. It had been denied so often that it pulsed in agony as an echo to Miranda's frustration.

Pulled away from the needs of her body by Jack's command, she turned to meet his gaze gladly, hoping for an end to her punishment. Trembling as he explained the final task she must endure, she looked between her leash and his hand, trying decide which would hurt the least. She knew any blow to her sex would be painful, especially considering her level of arousal. However, the thought of having that strap slap across her poor abused rear made her wince even more. She swallowed thickly before answering, taking a breath to steady herself.

"Your hand," she begged him, desperately wanting to feel something other than the stinging blows upon her rear.
 
Jack looked Miranda in the eyes as he replied to her matter of factly; “Alright then.” Then he seemed to think for a moment and went on speaking in a gentler tone; as he did his left hand started lightly stroking her lower back. “This is going to hurt sweetie. And for it to mean something, you need to understand why.” Jack paused again, but didn’t look away. “When I put that collar on you, we made each other a promise. You promised you were going to try to please me, by doing what I said, when I said it, when we were alone together.” Jack shook his head slightly. “Acting like a little brat does not please me. It’s insulting. But worse than that …” Jack’s eyes bored straight into Miranda’s “… it’s beneath you. You’re better than that. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here with you.” Jack’s jaw tightened up and some anger crept into his voice; he didn’t relish hurting her, but knew this had to be done. “This is to help you remember your promises to me, Miranda Blake.”

Jack took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down; the very last thing he wanted to do was strike Miranda out of anger. His left hand started moving again, and the warmth and softness of her body helped him center himself. When he went on, his tone was almost comforting. “Here’s how this’s gonna work sweetie. When I tell you to, you’re gonna present yourself to me in the most perfect way you can. And you’re going to hold that pose like you were a beautiful statue, carved from stone, until my hand has landed and I’ve counted to three.” Jack counted out loud, so that Miranda knew what to expect; he didn’t drag the count out but also didn’t race through it either, and it took him about two seconds to say ‘three.’ “While I’m counting the only thing you can move is your mouth; you can scream, you can shout, you can curse me to hell if you want to. But the rest of you will stay perfectly still until I’m done.” Jack’s right hand lightly caressed Miranda’s ass. “Or else it won’t count and we’ll try again.” He paused. “With the leash. Right here.” Jack’s fingertips lightly tapped the bottom of one of Miranda’s pinked cheeks to get his point across. “But if you're a good girl and do as I say, then we’ll be all done and can get on with our evening together. Understand sweetie?”

Once he was done clearing up any questions Jack gave Miranda’s leash a little tug. “Now present yourself to me properly pet. And get ready.” He gave her all the time she needed to get into the correct position and when she was done took a moment to admire how the sexy doctor’s ass and pussy looked in that moment; they were not only wantonly displayed to him, but also seemed to be achingly vulnerable. Jack placed the tips of his right index and middle fingers against Miranda’s wide open, dripping wet labia, slid them gently up and down a few times and then raised his hand …

When the blow finally fell it was delivered with less than half the force Jack had used during Miranda’s spanking. But it was no love tap. Instead of being spread out over four fingers, that force was now concentrated behind just two fingertips. And instead of being moderately cushioned by the toned flesh of Miranda’s cheeks, the impact went almost directly into her nervous system by way of her hypersensitive pussy lips; Jack knew it wasn’t going to just sting it was going to hurt, and made damn sure to keep his fingers well away from her clit. He wanted to teach her a lesson, not make her pass out or throw up. As his slick fingertips made contact with her wet lips there was a slight but quite audible smacking sound, and he immediately began counting out loud as he carefully watched her; the numbers came out of him at exactly the same pace he’d used before:

“One, two, three.”

Then Jack’s hands came off Miranda’s body, and he stepped back to consider how she’d done during what was hopefully her last punishment for the evening …
 
Miranda readied herself for that blow, her body tensing as she trembled in wait. It wasn't so much the anticipation of when it would fall, but of just how painful it would be. Taking up the proper position for Jack, having already learned her 'lesson' about being lazy when presenting herself, she turned away from him and lifted her chin. Eyes closed and teeth gritted, she waited, stomach quivering with nervousness. Three counts. She could remain still for three counts, couldn't she?

The blow came and the pain she felt was far more excruciating than she imagined, that sharpness blooming from her eager sex and spilling through her entire body. It was an anti-orgasm, harsh and sudden. Rather than pleasure, agony flooded through and overwhelmed her senses. She screamed through her teeth, louder than Jack had ever heard her scream before, making no attempt to muffle the sound.

"Fucking son of a bitch!" she yelled afterward, though the colorful curses were simply a way to release the pressure as she tried to concentrate on remaining still.

One.

Her pussy throbbed still, though with pain now, and that single slap had chased away all thoughts of arousal. Was he still aroused? Did punishing her make him horny? Miranda couldn't help but wonder, though she didn't turn her head. Her thighs trembled, but she didn't move. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath.

Two.

She felt the pulsing in her clit return as some of the pain slowly subsided and Jack's hand pressed against her sex. Miranda swallowed further curses. She didn't need them. The initial outburst had only happened due to the intense shock of pain.

Three.

She waited until she felt his hand slip away before relaxing with obvious relief. Trembling, Miranda slowly bowed her head until it touched the bed and lowered her ass, curling her arms and legs beneath her body. Her rear was still flushed and tender from Jack's many blows. Her pussy pulsed maddeningly in time with her heartbeat. Cheek pressed against the bed and eyes closed, she covered her face with one hand while she struggled to recover.

It wasn't the worst pain she'd ever felt. The ricochet that had pierced her back was clearly the winner there. However, it was without a doubt the most intense pain she'd ever felt in or upon her sex, and she wasn't quite sure how to process it.
 
Jack stood and watched Miranda until he was sure she was breathing okay and wasn’t going to puke; he would have preferred that she was on her side, but the way she had her head turned seemed acceptable. So he just let her be, said “I’ll be right back” and walked out of the room.

As he was gathering a few things from the kitchen and living room Jack heard a knock on the door; given how loud Miranda’s final scream had been, he was sort of expecting it. When he opened the door a crack he saw it was the worker from the Lodge he’d spoken to a few times now; the guy had been dispatched to see if “Doctor Blake” was alright. Jack told him the Doctor was fine, thanked him for his concern and closed the door.

Back in the bedroom Jack took a moment to set down a few things then shook out the small blanket from the living room and draped it over Miranda; he didn’t want her getting cold and thought that being covered up some might help her a little in processing what had just happened. Then he opened up a fresh bottle of water from the fridge and took a long drink, placed the last item he’d gotten on the mattress near Miranda’s head and sat down on the floor with his side against the bed. His face was quite close to hers and even though he’d be talking to the back of her hand, Jack knew Miranda would be able to tell where he was by his voice. When he started speaking his tone was calm but not without a certain amount of compassion; Jack also sounded more than a little tired.

“We’re all done. I have some water for you if you want it.” Jack didn’t try to get Miranda to drink and instead let her decide when to tell him if she was thirsty. He hesitated a moment longer and then placed one of his hands on the sweaty, disheveled hair atop her head. “I hope you understand now. This isn’t some silly game to me.” Another pause. “I’m fine with us joking around, like it even. And I understand if you make honest mistakes.” Jack’s hand stroked Miranda’s hair for a moment before he continued. “But what you did was …defiance. Testing me like some snotty teenager. It was insulting to both of us. I can’t … won’t tolerate you doing that.” Miranda could feel Jack shifting about a bit, but his hand didn’t break contact with her. “At least you had the good grace not to try to lie to me about what happened. Tell me you somehow forgot how to present yourself properly.” He stroked her hair again. “You’re the most focused woman I’ve ever met Miranda; that’s another thing I love about you.”

Jack sighed and sipped a little more water from the bottle in his right hand. “You could have stopped what happened. And you still can. If you didn’t mean your promise, or didn’t understand it, just say the words. The collar and leash will come off, and go away forever.” Jack paused yet again.

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll go away, not if you don’t want me to.” Miranda could hear Jack’s fingers tapping on something solid on the bed, just above where her head was. “I also got you this.” There was a pause and then Miranda felt Jack laying the gold rope necklace he’d gotten her across her fingers. “If you just want to wear that instead, I’ll understand.” Jack wasn’t really sure about that, but was willing to try.

“The choice is up to you sweetie.” Jack had a little more water and then just sat there and waited to hear what Miranda’s decision would be …
 
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Miranda sighed gently as he stroked her hair, relaxed and comforted beneath the blanket he'd placed over her. Her body was cooling and the pain had mostly subsided, though her ass still tingled from the stimulation and would likely be very tender the next day. Shifting so that she faced him, she captured his hand and brought it to her lips to kiss his fingers -- those same fingers that had both tortured and pleased her so greatly. She brought his knuckles to press against her cheek, holding his hand in hers for a few quiet moments as she gazed down at the soldier.

"Jack, look at me," she said gently. Her other hand touched his jaw gently to turn his head so that he could clearly see the truth of her words upon her face. "This is my first time. I'm going to make mistakes. I'm probably going to make a lot of mistakes. I'm focused at work, but this is very different for me. Even I can be distracted and forgetful, especially when excited and anticipating the moment of something new and slightly frightening. So please don't think I'm being disrespectful or trying to intentionally provoke you. I might tease you now and again, but I am not disrespectful, least of all you."

She kissed his knuckles again before reaching behind her to twist her collar, dragging the leash about to the front. Gingerly, almost reverently, she placed it in his hand and curled his fingers around the leather. "I want to please you. More than anything, I want to make you happy and this to work between us. That necklace is pretty, but this... this is what I truly want." Her hand covered his warmly. "I meant my promises to you, and I intend to keep them."

She sat up slowly, the blanket falling away from her nude body, leaving her soft, pliant breasts bare and tantalizingly close. "So, can we keep going? Can we try again? I want to make it perfect for you. I need to make be perfect for you." She nibbled nervously at her lower lip, trying to gauge his state of mind, slightly afraid that she'd angered him to the point that he'd reject her.

"I don't need water or a break, or anything else right now. I just need you, and I need to finish what we've started."
 
Jack paid close attention to Miranda as she told him what she really wanted; she didn’t just seem completely sincere about that, but also about what had happened as well. Maybe he’d made a mistake too. “Wouldn’t be the first time genius” his little voice chimed in helpfully; Jack almost groaned, but was glad in a way that it was back. Then it actually said something helpful for a change. “So look genius. If it was just a mistake on her part, now she definitely knows what she’s getting herself into. And if it wasn’t, now she definitely knows what to expect. Either way, she still wants to wear the collar you got her. So if you can cut her some slack for her mistakes, you can cut yourself some too. Make it up to her. Take care of her.”

Miranda saw Jack’s eyes lose focus for a few moments after she’d finished speaking, but then he looked directly at her; she could see his jaw tensing up a little. Then he got up from the side of the bed and sat down next to her; as he moved it became apparent to her that he was no longer even close to being hard. As he’d spanked her Jack’s cock had stayed as erect as it had been when it was in her mouth; her little moans of pleasure had balanced out her yelps of pain, and he hadn’t been kidding about it seeming like he was really just taking care of his gorgeous little pain slut. But punishing pain sluts could be tricky, which was why he’d given her the final choice he had. When that slap had landed between her legs and she’d screamed in pain, it had completely … taken the wind out of his sails. Jack would do it again in a heartbeat if he had to, but he would never enjoy it, especially with Miranda.

He looked into her beautiful brown eyes for several, long moments. It seemed like Jack was going to say something, but then one of his hands slipped under Miranda’s hair and lightly held the back of her neck, up above her collar. His other hand caressed her cheek and then cupped her face. And then he leaned forward and kissed her.

It started as a slow, tender kiss. But Miranda could feel Jack’s hunger building, and soon his lips were pressed tightly against hers and his tongue was slipping into her mouth. The hand that had been caressing her cheek dropped down to cup one of her breasts and just held it for a moment, as if he was trying to appreciate how full and heavy it was. Then Jack’s fingers began caressing Miranda almost in time with the way his tongue was dancing with hers, and his thumb began lightly flicking over her nipple, trying to coax it back to hardness.

After Jack’s big hand had teased and pleasured Miranda’s other breast it slid down between her thighs and lightly pushed them apart, signaling the sexy doctor that he wanted her to spread her legs. Then his hand cupped her vulva and just held it for a few moments; even he couldn’t tell whether he was trying to protect it or take possession of it. Maybe both. Then the same two fingers that had caused her such pain a few moments ago began gliding over her inner lips; they were still wet, though not as open as they had been. Jack’s fingers took their time coaxing Miranda’s womanhood back into full bloom, then gently began pressing inside her as she sat there on the bed; he wanted to open her up and get her ready for the entrée she still wanted. The entrée he still wanted. And as he did Jack finally pulled back from Miranda’s succulent mouth, lowered his head and began tenderly licking and sucking on her nipples.

As he did Jack realized he hadn’t given Miranda any instructions on what he wanted her to do. But as that thought popped into his head he almost immediately dismissed it. She’d just been through a lot and a little freedom right about now was probably exactly what she needed. Though he was a little curious; would she just leave her hands at her sides, or put them behind her head, or maybe even start using them to explore his body a little? It was all good as far as he was concerned and he grinned a little, as he continued feasting on her breasts and gently finger-fucking her, getting her ready to be taken doggy style just like she’d asked for …
 
It was a great relief when Jack accepted her explanation and bent to kiss her. She'd wondered what he'd been about to say, but that was quickly forgotten in the moment. Her cheek pressed against his palm affectionately as she met his kiss with a hunger that matched his own. A low, soft moan of pleasure rose between them, and she closed her eyes to shut out all unnecessary stimuli. His mouth became her world, her tongue tangling with his, wrestling back and forth. She pushed past his lips several times to invade his mouth and taste him, then would retreat and draw his tongue past her teeth to suckle on the writhing muscle. A tilt of her head deepened the kiss for them both.

He could feel her shiver beneath his hand as it explored and caressed her sensitive flesh. Her nipples hardened against his fingers, sending delightful tingles to her sex that set her clit throbbing. Her legs parted at the slightest touch to allow him entry to whatever he liked, and he found her still wet and eager. Lustful thoughts and desires returned to spur her body onward as his fingers explored. Unbidden, her hips shifted forward to push her sex against his hand, greedy for the attention he provided. He could work her to a feverish passion so easily. It mattered not that he'd been her disciplinarian only minutes before. Those hard, cruel hands now held such pleasure, and she ground against his fingers shamelessly.

Jack would have needed to tie her hands or order her to keep still to prevent her hands from exploring. She loved his body, every inch of it, and enjoyed caressing his battle-hardened muscles and taut stomach. Her soft hands roved over his skin, caressing lightly, allowing her fingernails to drag lightly along his body as she went. One hand slid over his ribs and around to his back, fingers gripping his flesh tightly as he broke from their kiss to lavish her breasts with attention. She shivered again and let her free hand explore lower in search of his manhood.

When her fingers found his soft member, she caressed it lightly but moved further down, palm rubbing against the sensitive head as her fingers found his heavy sack. She rolled it about in three fingers while her thumb and palm stroked his cock to hardness. He was no longer wet with her spit, so she kept her touch light so as not to cause too much friction that might be painful. Eyes still closed in pleasure, she tipped her head back to arch slightly, pressing her breasts against his face and the warmth of his mouth. Her hips moved in a slow circle, eager to ride his fingers for as long as he'd allow.
 
As Jack’s fingers gently opened Miranda’s sex and his lips teased her nipples, he felt her strong, slender fingers take hold of him. The way she caressed his scrotum while her soft palm slid over his glans quickly had him rock hard, and he soon felt pre-cum oozing from his body; that fluid coated Miranda’s palm making it delightfully slick, and she felt his hips begin moving as he instinctively flexed his abs to rub himself against her hand. In the back of his head Jack thought the whole scene probably looked delightfully simple, in a very sweet, middle school kind of way; two young (well, maybe not so young anymore) lovers just sitting there touching each other, trying to bring pleasure to their partner as they enjoyed being pleasured themselves.

After enjoying that feeling for several blissful moments Jack’s fingers slid partially from Miranda and twisted around, so that he could press his fingertips lightly against the spot inside her that she enjoyed having touched; as he did his lips regretfully came away from her breasts so that he could speak to her. “So my little pet wants to finish what she started, hmm?” After one last, gentle stroke Jack’s fingers slid from Miranda and he held them up for both of them to see; they were coated with her juices and they could both smell the strong scent of her arousal. “Well, it does seem like you’re … ready sweetie.” Jack’s tongue flicked out and licked a little of Miranda’s juice from his fingers. “Mmm, delicious. Here, try for yourself.” Then his fingers reached out and lightly traced over her lips, as if he was applying a coat of gloss. Then he pushed his fingers gently between her lips. “You know what to do pet. When you’re wearing that collar, and I offer your mouth something … you start sucking.”

As Miranda’s lips and mouth sucked on his fingers Jack rubbed their tips against her warm, soft tongue. And when he was sure his fingers were clean, he slid them from between her teeth and held them up. “Excellent sweetie, good job.” Then he looked at her, grinned and kissed her deeply. As his warm tongue again danced with hers he could now not only taste the sweetness of her mouth, but the tart honey of her very ready sex.

After French kissing Miranda for a nice long time, Jack pulled back and smiled at her. “Mmm, I think you just might be ready. Now listen.” Miranda could see that Jack was trying to look and sound stern, but not actually putting a lot of effort into it; there was a hint of a smile around his lips and eyes, and in his voice too. “When I tell you to, I want you to get yourself on your hands and knees, and present yourself to me properly. So that I can finally fuck you doggy style.” Jack paused and then continued on in the same mixed way. “And no mistakes this time. I’m sure your butt is still sore, and I’m not even sure that spanking you constitutes punishment.” There was a twinkle in Jack’s eye as he looked down between Miranda’s full breasts and took her leash in his hand. Then he lightly rubbed the leather over her nipples; it was relatively soft, but nowhere near as soft as his fingers had been. “So if you’re a naughty girl again, I’ll have to try something different.” Jack’s hand slipped down to grab the leash just above the handle loop and then he lightly tapped it against the side of one of Miranda’s breasts; it didn’t hurt in the least, but he was pretty sure he’d gotten his point across.

“So if you’re still ready Miranda, move. Now sweetie.”
 
When Jack offered her a taste of her own juices, one of Miranda's hands gripped his wrist to hold his hand in her mouth. The other continued to stroke him, fingers gliding up his shaft, dragging her palm against his head, and then sliding down the opposite side. As her tongue curled around his dripping fingers, she sucked hard, bobbing her head a small amount to lap away every last bit of herself from his hand. It wasn't an obligation. It was a pleasure. Her eyes closed as she suckled in perfect mimicry to how she'd already taken his cock, moaning softly at the sensual act. It was almost a disappointment when he withdrew, leaving his fingers slick with her spit, but she knew there were much better things to come.

Both of her nipples were hard and tight, tingling where he'd lavished them with attention. Her cunt was sopping, throbbing with need where he'd stroked and explored, driving her swollen sex mad with his teasing caresses. Her clit was pulsing again, craving attention. In the span of only a few minutes, he'd stoked the smoldering embers into a crackling fire. She was more than ready for his cock and eager to take it.

However, she did take his warning to heart. She'd be careful from now on and would try to be mindful of how she behaved when that collar was about her neck. Before she moved, she reached for him once more to kiss him passionately, deeply, and lustfully. Her hunger was rising. She wanted and needed him so desperately. The kiss lingered only a few moments before she drew back and slipped from the bed. Moving to her former position, she climbed back onto the towels and assumed the stance properly (and perfectly) this time.

Her ass was still red and sensitive, but any lingering pain had long since dissipated. As he'd taught her, and admonished her, she spread her thighs wide, flared her hips to lift her rear -- giving him the view of her sweet pussy and ass that he so enjoyed. Her breasts thrust out between her arms as she arched, tipping her head upward until the back grazed the edge of her collar. The leash dangled between her breasts, but she did not touch or disturb the leather, leaving that for him to do if he so desired.
 
Jack smiled as Miranda moved around to assume the position he wanted her in. It had taken him awhile to figure out exactly why he really enjoyed seeing his woman present herself to him like this. In part it was just because of how good it made her look; he thought Miranda’s already gorgeous body seemed even curvier, and more toned and graceful than ever. And of course her doing what he’d told her to was also a big draw. But he’d finally realized that what he really liked about this was what it meant about her and not how she looked or what he got out of it. Jack knew that there was no way in million years Miranda would ever let any of her friends or colleagues see her adopt such a wantonly lewd and decadent pose; she’d be slut shamed instantly and mortified for the rest of her life. Yet here she was letting him in on her secret willingly and eagerly; that didn’t just make him feel excited and in control, it made him feel … well, special to her, in an admittedly odd way that most people would never, ever understand.

Still at the side of the bed Jack bent forward a little to take a closer look at Miranda’s ass and pussy; her butt still seemed to be blushing and was probably sensitive and warm, but he was relieved to see no bruising on her cheeks. Then he leaned forward to have a closer look at her pink pussy; her lips were open and slick and he could see some of her juices also trickling down her inner thighs. Jack could see Miranda’s vaginal opening as well, but it didn’t seem much like a “hole” to him at all; instead he thought of it as just another part of her very pretty cunt and after he blew on it lightly, he placed a tender little kiss on it as well. Then his tongue flicked out to tease her clit for a second too. If she was going to share herself with him like this, he definitely wanted this to be fun for her as well; and by “fun” Jack meant “scream her super smart brains out with pleasure, not pain” or words to that general effect.

Jack slipped around behind Miranda but instead of immediately hopping up on the bed behind her he took a moment to do something that probably would have seemed quite odd to most folks; he looked down at the bottoms of her two petite feet, which were now just as exposed to him as her pussy and ass. Jack knew how sensitive her arches were and his two hands stroked them lightly as he thought about how extra sexy Miranda had looked earlier in her heels. Then on a whim he cupped one of her insteps in a hand while he stroked the back of her calf with the other, and rubbed his slick glans over one of her arches. It was as silly as it was weird, but actually felt rather nice to him and also hopefully delivered another little message to her; when she had the collar he’d gotten her on, her entire body was his to use as he pleased.

After a few moments Jack released Miranda’s leg and knelt up on the bed behind her, his thighs between her widely parted ones. He scooted forward and with one hand rubbed his swollen glans over her slick lips, coating the tip of his head with her juices as thoroughly as he could; as he did he also thought that in a small way, he was also spreading his pre-cum over her sex. Without a condom on Jack immediately felt a big difference from last time; besides being warm and sort of wet, his cock could feel the silky smoothness of Miranda’s cunt in a way that went straight to his balls and suddenly got them simmering. He’d been aroused since she first opened the door a million years ago in her classy dress and sexy heels, and despite the one setback when he’d had to discipline her had been ready to come to a boil for awhile now; he knew he was going to have to be very careful to make sure he didn’t cross the finish line for the first time before she did for the second. The thought of this working out any other way never entered his mind and he simply resolved to do what he’d been doing for all his adult life; making his body do what he wanted it to, regardless.

Jack put the tip of his cock up against Miranda’s pussy, grasped her full, womanly hips gently but firmly and used his abs to rock his hips forward. And as he did the hard, swollen shaft of flesh jutting from his groin started to push its way inside the sexy doctor’s slender, trembling body …
 
Jack knew exactly how to prolong a moment, leaving his waiting lover in agonizing anticipation. Miranda held her pose, determined not to screw up again, though did her best to relax as much as she could while restrained by the position. Her mind raced while he took his time, eagerly awaiting the moment he would fuck her. As he moved around behind her, she closed her eyes and steadied herself.

His breath on her waiting hole caused her pussy to clench, though it was the tongue teasing her clit that made her moan. The brief contact left it needy and pulsing, heightening her arousal. She drew in a deep breath when his hands began to explore, enjoying his touch, both sexual and otherwise. As he rubbed himself against her, using her body in new ways, she realized that she'd given him permission to do whatever he liked with her. If he wanted to lay her on the table and lick honey off her tits, she'd lie there and enjoy it. If he wanted to bind her feet and fuck them, she'd do whatever she could to heighten his pleasure in the process. She wondered how kinky he'd gotten with some of his other partners. Even more so, she wondered how kinky he'd let himself be with her. She wanted to explore everything he had to offer, even if it frightened her. Especially if it frightened her.

The feel of his cock head sliding through her wetness made her groan in approval. Knowing how close he was made her stomach quiver and her sex tighten. She bit down on her lower lip when she felt the first slow thrust. Her body welcomed him eagerly, hugging his shaft tightly in slick silk, dripping with more than enough desire to provide an easy passage. Her tightness stretched to accommodate his girth as before, proof enough that she was no gaping whore, no matter how slutty she acted when safely in his presence.

As he thrust forward, her body shifted backward automatically, helping to drive his cock deeply inside. Unless he demanded she remain perfectly still so she could (literally) get fucked, she wasn't going to be a passive participant. Their joining was as much about Jack's pleasure as it was her own, and she was already proving that she was eager to please. A low, guttural groan rose in her chest as her body acclimated and cried out for more. Her first orgasm seemed a distant memory. His efforts sparked that flame of lust deep within her once again, causing her to crave what would undoubtedly be her second climax of the evening.
 
Jack groaned and shuddered as Miranda pushed back and impaled her slender body on his shaft; as his hard cock sheathed itself in the tight silky warmth of her pussy, the big soldier’s balls started tingling and he immediately latched onto the sexy doctor’s full hips to hold her still. “Easy sweetie” he managed to get out hoarsely. “I don’t mind you moving now, really. Your pose was just perfect and I want this to be fun for you; you said this was your favorite position after all. But …” another, smaller shudder went through Jack and Miranda could feel it as well. “I just need a sec, okay? You got a head start on me. So if you don’t want this to be over too soon …” She could hear the strain in his voice and feel the strength of his hands; he wasn’t trying to hurt her, but clearly needed her to hold still for just a minute.

To help himself settle down Jack started using his thumbs to massage Miranda’s lower back while he admired the smooth expanse of caramel skin that stretched up to her slim, collared neck; even though he was holding her relatively still he could still see her muscles moving ever so slightly as she breathed and her body adjusted to being joined so intimately with his. That prompted Jack to start lightly stoking over her back as far forward as he could reach, then very lightly scratching his (rather blunt) fingernails back down towards Miranda’s curvy rump; he didn’t mar her skin at all, but was still pleased to see her muscles twitching a little in response to the stimulus.

That gave Jack an idea and so he then leaned forward a little more, balancing some of his weight on the hand that rested on Miranda’s left hip; his right hand reached under her torso and lightly cupped one of her full, dangling breasts. Instead of caressing the orb he just swayed it about a bit, emphasizing to the sexy doctor how exposed and vulnerable her bosom was when she put herself into the doggy-style position. To drive that point home Jack’s fingertips lightly tapped on the side and bottom of Miranda’s breast; the contact wasn’t even remotely painful, but hopefully did serve as a preview of sorts, of what she could expect if Jack had to discipline her again that evening.

Then the big soldier’s hand twisted around and his fingertips took her orb as high up towards her torso as he could reach, while his palm pressed against her nipple in a sort of U-shaped grasp. Then Jack’s fingers stroked firmly downwards towards Miranda’s swollen bud. If she’d just had a baby and her milk had come in, the polite term for what he was doing would have been ‘expressing milk from her breast;’ less politely, he would have been milking her tit. Of course no mother’s milk squirted from Miranda’s nipple, and in lieu of that his fingertips tenderly teased her swollen bud for a few moments. “Sweetie I really think I’m going to have to find you some nipple clips” he cooed at her with a smile in his voice. “Your boobs are just so sensitive. But a guy has only so many hands after all.”

After shifting his hands around and playing with the sexy doctor’s other breast for a little Jack thought his own body had settled down enough to continue. So he straightened up, took hold of Miranda’s hips and began rocking his own back and forth. His strokes were short to begin with and he just enjoyed the feel of her needy grasping cunt as his cock began to move inside her. Jack maintained a nice slow pace, to give Miranda’s body a little more time to get reacquainted with being penetrated this way; but soon enough he found himself pulling almost all the way out and then pushing forward, until his hips pressed against her tender ass and his sack swayed forward to lightly slap into her swollen clit …
 
Was he to keep her in perpetual agony? His cock filled her and made her groan with the delicious pressure as it stretched and forced her to conform, but she wasn't allowed to move. She remained still, tingling from his touch, her skin rising in goosebumps wherever his fingers teased. She trembled with the effort to remain in place, not truly because of the position she held, but because she desperately wanted to surge forward and then back to send his shaft plunging into her depths. However, she did understand his need to wait, and sincerely wanted to prolong their encounter for as long as possible, so she did little more than whimper in protest.

As he'd already guessed, her breasts were extremely sensitive. Not only did her nipples contract at the slightest touch, but his rougher fingers running over the silken flesh caused her to shiver. They hung heavily beneath her for his enjoyment, and it gave her a secret thrill to know that he did enjoy them as much as possible. She certainly loved when he fondled and teased and batted them about, and didn't mind in the slightest when he was a bit rough with them. The thought of wearing nipple clamps caused the warmth in her sex to increase. His fingers were wicked enough when they pinched. What would it be like to have hard, unyielding clamps squeezing those sensitive buds. Or better yet, have them attached to a thin chain that he could jerk and tug upon at any possible moment. She wasn't certain where he could find them in such a backward place, but she hoped he was serious about using them.

At long last, she felt his hands drop back to her hips and his cock began to move inside of her. Her initial orgasm and the punishment that followed left her somewhat desensitized. While his strokes felt wonderfully, they were still far too shallow and mild to drive her wild. Even so, it felt amazing to finally have his bare cock driving through her, sliding back and forth her tight wet channel. Her body quivered as he seated himself fully that first time, causing her body to rock forward a fraction and her breasts to sway. Still locked in her pose, she bit down another moan, waiting with trembling anticipation for the proper fucking she knew was to come.

The only question in her mind at that moment was which one of them would be able to outlast the other.
 
Jack’s hips stopped rocking for a moment when he was fully sheathed inside Miranda, and he lightly stroked her back as spoke to her in a husky voice. “Alright sweetie, I know staying still must've been really hard for you; you did say this was your favorite position after all. And you’ve done great. So … oh wait.” Jack leaned forward and gently turned Miranda’s collar back to its proper position, so that her leash was available to him; she could feel him take hold of it and exert just enough pressure to keep her head up. “Okay, so. I think I’ve settled down enough for you to go ahead and move around any way you want. But …” Jack gave the leash the slightest little tug “… your head stays up.”

Jack’s hips began moving again, stroking his hard cock slowly but fully into Miranda’s needy little cunt; he wanted to start out slow to see how the sexy doctor reacted, now that she’d been given some leave to move her hot body around more or less as she wanted. As he leisurely fucked Miranda, Jack began speaking to her in almost a conversational tone. “So learning to keep your head up isn’t just me being kinky sweetie. For instance back at the Governor’s place, I was thinking of taking you into one of the restrooms and … well, taking you in one of the restrooms. Bending you over the fancy marble sink, flipping up the back of your pretty dress and peeling those lacy white panties off, so I could bang the shit out of you while you watched it all in a big, gilt covered mirror. Would you have liked that sweetie? Would you have been able to stay balanced in those pretty little heels you were wearing, on a marble floor, while I fucked you hard from behind like a little slut? And would you’ve been able to stay quiet, or would you’ve started moaning like you do?” Jack’s voice paused but his hips didn’t. “Though I suppose I could have broken one of my rules, and just pushed your wadded up panties into your mouth to keep you quiet …”

Jack looked down at his shaft sliding in and out of Miranda’s body; he couldn’t see her pretty face or her lovely boobs in this position, but it did give him quite the view of her marvelous ass flexing and bouncing. He imagined her butt was probably still quite sensitive from her spanking, but also wondered if that was such a bad thing given what a little pain slut she was proving to be. On impulse his right hand, the one that wasn’t holding her leash, grabbed one of her cheeks and squeezed it, then landed a light little slap on her tender flesh; it wasn’t as hard as the spanks she’d previously received, but given the cumulative effect of those … he had to imagine it almost certainly stung. For a second Jack thought about making up some reason for the additional punishment, but then dismissed the idea; her body was his to use as he pleased, plus he was pretty sure by this point Miranda actually enjoyed this kind of low level pain. So on a further whim he shifted the leash to his other hand and made sure her left cheek also got a grope and a spank; he didn’t want it feeling left out after all.

Jack’s balls were at a constant low simmer but he felt like he was back in control of not just Miranda’s body but his own too, so he picked up the pace a bit. And on top of that he also started mixing things up, with some of his strokes circling around a little to push at the sides of her grasping vagina, while others were angled downwards to run the underside of his cock against the front of her hole, where it would hopefully glide over that one special spot she liked so much. But even though he paid close attention to how her body responded, in the end Jack ended up defaulting to the old reliable; trying to thrust his hard cock not just into her pussy, but straight into her womb as well. Of course a part of his mind knew that was physically impossible, but that part was growing smaller by the second as his hips started smacking into her curvy ass, and his heavy sack bounced off her swollen clit …
 
As agonizing as it was to wait, her patience proved well worth the effort, for that first quick stroke that plunged into her was even sweeter. She trembled and bit back a moan at the slight tug on her collar. It was difficult to keep her head up, for normally she would have bowed it forward to gain a bit more leverage or glanced behind to watch her lover's body slam into her own, but neither were possible with his restrictions. However, she did make use of her new freedom of movement to plunge back against him as before. Each of his forward thrusts were countered by one of her own, driving him close toward that fantasy realm in his head. As he his strokes increased, so did her panting and the droplets of sweat that began to form upon her skin.

The teasing smacks to her ass pulled a soft cry of protest from her, for the flesh was still very tender from her punishment. He already knew her so well. That slight amount of pain drove an immense amount pleasure into her sex, causing it to throb even more about his cock. She couldn't help the shudder that rolled through her as he released her flesh. The sting was momentary and fleeting, but the memory remained long after the pain died.

Though her eyes were still closed, and her body still rocked back and forth on his cock, his questions made her smile. Thinking back to the governor's home, she couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, I'd say that I almost pulled you into one of those bathrooms to fuck you silly," she panted back at him. "After seeing how good your ass looked in that uniform, and knowing what we were going to do when we got back here, I found it difficult to wait. "Do you want to fuck me in heels, sir? If so, I bet I can find a special pair just for the occasion, and will surprise you at how balanced I can be when you're balls deep in my ass."

As far as Miranda knew, that might be next up on the agenda. He seemed to have particular ways that he enjoyed doing things. How was he going to make her present herself so he could invade her ass? She simply couldn't wait to find out.

His pace increased and she began to moan in earnest as he worked her from all angles. Each of his swinging taps against her clit made the sensitive nub jolt with electric lust that struck her sex like a freight train. She used that sensation to heighten her pleasure, allowing it to drive her closer to her second delicious climax of the evening. She was there, lingering at the edge, but did not let herself spill over. The moment needed to be just right.

"I'm close," she warned him with a groan. If he wished to stop her, to drag her to a halt, or control that pleasure, now would be the time. Otherwise, he'd soon feel her walls tightening mercilessly about his cock.
 
Jack laughed out loud at Miranda’s raunchy reply about what could have happened at the Governor’s Residence; he could see why she’d enjoyed Bridesmaids so much, though a part of him still thought Brideshead Revisited really just had to be the classy doctor’s ‘thing.’ And what the hell was it with her and his ass in uniform? Though Jack also quickly realized that it was his years in locker rooms and barracks that had completely desensitized him to the sight of guys’ butts; if she liked his, well so much the better. But he couldn’t keep himself from playing around with that a bit, though he had to bite his tongue to get his next sentence out without laughing again. “Really sweetie? You didn’t think my battledress, well … made me look fat?” He paused for a moment as if thinking, then went on. “Especially since your ass …” Jack lightly slapped one of Miranda’s tender cheeks again, then squeezed it firmly “ … is so nice and firm?” But he as thought about what she’d just said … well, a few more thoughts entered his mind about how to handle the dessert course. But that would come later ...

Jack’s attention turned back to Miranda’s actual response as he continued to fuck her. “Mmm, so it was a missed opportunity then; too bad. But one opportunity I won’t miss is the one I mentioned to you in the shower; Doctor Blake trying to give me a physical. You know we’re going to sneak into your clinic one night and act that one out, right?” Jack’s voice was as strained as his body, but he felt like he was holding himself together okay. “Of course old Doc Blake isn’t going to end up being as 'in charge' as she thinks, and after I’ve pushed her to her knees to fuck her mouth …” Jack slammed his cock into Miranda particularly hard and just held it there “… I’m gonna yank her to her feet by her braid, push her over the exam table, and take her sweet pussy too, doggy style, while her stethoscope flops back and forth around her slender little neck.” Jack tugged on Miranda’s leash a bit before his hips started moving again. “How’s that one sound to you sweetie?”

When Miranda groaned and said she was ‘close,’ Jack smiled broadly; it wasn’t a warning as far as he was concerned, but just confirmation that he’d gotten the sexy doctor to exactly where he’d wanted. So the first thing he did was lean forward a bit and kiss the sweaty, flexing muscles of her toned back. “Good girl. You’ve been almost perfect so far.” Then she could feel him release his grasp on her leash. “So I’m giving you back your body for now. You go ahead and move around any which way you like.” His hand lightly slapped her butt and then fondled it. “Though I do sort of hope you’ll keep moving this cute ass of yours, for me to enjoy.” Jack paused. “Oh, and cum for me too. Yeah, I think it might be time for that.”

Jack spit on the fingers that had been holding Miranda’s leash, then wrapped his hand around her waist and sort of hugged her. But his hand quickly moved down to press his fingers against her furry little mons, so that his fingertips could slide over her slick clit as her hips bucked; his other hand held onto her hip, not so much to keep her still but more so that he could stay in contact with her as she pushed back against him and he pleasured her. That limited Jack’s range of motion so he started ramming his hips forward in short, hard thrusts, which were intended to force his cock not just into her womb, but up into her throat as well; another fantasy to be sure, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t trying to make it happen for her, and himself as well. And after every thrust he’d corkscrew himself back out of her a little bit, pause for a moment and then just slam back in, so hard that his balls almost hurt as they slapped up against his teasing fingertips. But what was a little pain between friends … and lovers …
 
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Each time he slapped her tender ass, Miranda flinched beneath his hand and moaned. Her cheeks no longer stung without stimulation, but they remained raw and sensitive and flushed. Had he not been required to punish her beforehand, his teasing blows wouldn't have been nearly as effective. Miranda didn't want to disappoint him again, but it did give her several delicious thoughts for their next encounter. Perhaps she might even bring it up as desirable foreplay if he hadn't already figured out how much she'd enjoyed that particular little kink.

It was his talk of the clinic that pushed her over the edge.

She'd never once thought of fucking a patient, nor of being sexually assaulted by one. She'd been hit, squeezed, and pinched many times by those in pain, or those too drugged up to know what they were doing. She'd been cursed at, insulted, spit on, pushed, and struck, and many of those were by females, who could be just as violent and sometimes even more vindictive than her male patients. Several men had made lewd threats, of course, but those had mostly come via the handcuffed prisoners of Cook County Jail that their hospital had contracted to service.

"I think... Doctor Blake... needs someone to fuck her senseless," she moaned.

The thought of having a bit of role play with Jack in the clinic had significant appeal. She imagined him as he described, forcing her to her knees and shoving his cock down her throat, fucking her mouth as he seemed to enjoy until her face was a dripping mess and her makeup ran with her tears. She imagined him stripping away her panties and fucking her hard on the exam table or even bending her over her own desk and fucking her until she begged him for mercy. Either was an equally pleasant scenario, and she looked forward to the encounter.

Released from her pose, she bowed her head to ease the ache in her neck and forcefully pushed back against his cock, riding him faster and harder than before. The teasing pressure at her clit made her cry out in pleasure as the two sensations merged into one and sent her soaring upward into a massive glorious orgasm. She came hard on his cock, body tightening and seizing around him with no other warning, and a violent shiver ran down her spine. Twitching, breasts bounced about as her body jerked, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut to surrender herself to that pleasure. Her moans deepened, low and lusty, and her ass slapped against his stomach several more times before she began to inadvertently slow. That sweet feeling coursed through her, blinding her to all else but her own bliss.
 
After he’d given his pet free rein Jack had to grin as Miranda put her head down and started to push; he’d seen that she had some muscle under all those curves when they were dragging Aldo to safety, but now he really got to see them. The sexy doctor’s back, shoulders and arms were all flexing and moving in unison, and while she knew her anatomy way better than he ever would, it seemed to him like she was also trying her best to force the head of his cock into her womb. Her cry of pleasure when he started teasing her clit was like music to his ears; he’d driven her hard that night and she’d won the “race” between them just like he’d wanted her to. Even better her O seemed like a nice big one, as evidenced by the way her hard body seized up and started twitching and jerking; he’d never heard her moan quite like that and the way she kept forcing herself onto his cock told him she really wanted to draw this one out.

Despite the feel of Miranda’s pussy clamping down on his shaft Jack kept his hips and fingers moving; he also wanted to prolong the bliss she was feeling for as long as he could. But as soon as Miranda began to slow her hips Jack knew he had to make a decision real quick; he was on the edge of blowing and no amount of discipline was going to stave that off for much longer. So without hesitation he slipped out of her and as quickly and gently as he could, rolled her onto her side and then her back. Then Jack slid between Miranda’s thighs, grabbed her toned legs and put her curvy calves up on his shoulders; after that it was a piece of cake for him to slip back inside her. His cock was still rock hard and her pussy was still wide open and sopping wet, and he didn’t even have to use his hand; one quick thrust of his hips was all he needed to again sink his shaft into her silky warmth, and this time gravity was on his side.

Jack took a moment to look down at the woman beneath him. Miranda’s long hair was a sweaty, disheveled mess and her makeup was a disaster area, yet her pretty face never looked more beautiful to him. Her eyes were still tightly shut and she seemed completely at peace, as little tremors of pleasure still ran through her hot body; the way her cunt was still fluttering told him she hadn’t come back to earth just yet. Now it was Jack’s turn to join her in orbit.

The big soldier leaned forward, putting his hands on the mattress between the sexy doctor’s slender torso and her limp, splayed out arms. As he did Jack essentially bent Miranda in half with her knees pushed up towards her armpits, turning his pet into a nice, tight, caramel colored and eminently fuckable little package; his package, a tasty little treat to use and enjoy as he saw fit. Despite her being out of it Miranda’s pussy was now as nicely presented to him as he could ever hope for and Jack started to just pile drive himself into her, using all his weight to sink his shaft as deeply into her as was physically possible; something that now seemed absolutely critical to him. A very small part of his mind worried that he might be hurting her as he started almost forcing the breath from her body with every thrust, but he was pretty sure she could take it, knew it wouldn’t last long and quite frankly, also didn’t care right about then.

Jack closed his eyes and tried telling himself “Let go, let go, let go …” But what came grunting out of his mouth in time with his thrusts was “You’re mine … you’re mine … you’re mine …” And then he happened to open his eyes and saw Miranda’s pretty little feet wiggling around in the air next to his head and he finally, finally lost it; that sight was so delightfully decadent to him, and so sweet too that his balls couldn’t help but clench up, try to climb back into his body and start spurting thick jets of his warm seed into her. That last thought – that a part of him was going to be inside of her – made Jack so incredibly happy that a tidal wave of pleasure and relief and contentment blasted through him. And as it did it also started washing away all the worry and stress and tension that he’d been carrying with him since before Sumbola. His body knew what to do and like always it locked up just like his mind, trying to squeeze all that shit out of his system while it had the chance. A part of Jack always envisioned all that venom also jetting out of his cock, but he also thought that gals somehow magically knew how to just let it pass through them and evaporate back into the fucking cosmos; if there was ever a gal who could do that, he was sure it was Miranda.

Jack’s petrifaction lasted a good long time but once it passed he collapsed onto Miranda and did an absolutely shitty job of keeping his weight off of her; he felt like he was paralyzed and couldn’t even dredge up the strength to ask if she was okay. But in the back of his head he heard an annoying little voice pestering him about something, and so he finally mustered up enough strength to roll off her and just lie there, staring blindly at the ceiling. And with the last of his energy his hand groped out to his side and found one of hers, and just held on …
 
Jack's continued pounding after her orgasm sent Miranda through an entire range of emotion that she hadn't known she could experience. Her body was extremely sensitive, and his violently thrusting cock dragged against her deepest places. Her climax soon spilled into another smaller version of the first, though she still cried out as another round of tremors caused her to clench tightly around him. She barely registered the change in position until he'd moved her and was slamming his body into hers. Bent in half, she reached for him as he forced her body into an unnatural position, digging into his skin. Were she not a regular practitioner of yoga, she might have found the contortion extremely uncomfortable, but as it happened, she was surprisingly flexible.

Her fingers dug into his neck and shoulders as she writhed beneath him, arching though he pumped far too quickly into her well-used snatch for her to do much more than that. Each powerful thrust caused the bed to shake beneath them and her breasts to bounce about wildly. Each time he compressed her, she found the air pushed from her lungs with a sound that was half whimper and half grunt, but she did not protest his rough treatment in the slightest. His plunging cock was divine as it raged against her inner walls, threatening to completely destroy her cervix to gain deeper entry. A medical impossibility, of course, but she still admired him for trying.

Drifting in the wake of her third orgasm of the evening, Miranda watched Jack through a lust-filled haze as he rocked his muscular body against her. There was so much strength in his body, in the way he held himself, and the power he commanded, both over himself and over her. She could see how his muscles tightened and stained as he pushed himself closer, using her body to pleasure himself. Her hand slid from his sweat-slick skin to wrap about her legs, pulling them further against her so that he could concentrate on fucking her to completion rather than keeping her limbs out of the way. And as she felt that surge of warmth splashing through her body, and watched his face contort as his orgasm took him, she couldn't help but marvel at the man who had completely captured her attention.

Oh, Jack... I don't want to hurt you...

It was a mournful thought, for she knew their relationship couldn't last forever. How could she possibly leave after this? How could she let him go and move on with her life? Hearing his chanted muttering as he shot his load, and knowing how much she'd given him by wearing his collar, Miranda felt her heart break a little. How could she withdraw from her situation with Carson and still be able to keep Jack?

Though he wasn't terribly heavy, she was relieved to be able to take a full breath once he'd rolled off, and then allowed herself to stretch out on the bed with a loan groan. She clutched his hand tightly in her own, nestling it against her chest as she rolled to her side. She didn't cuddle, for they were both hot and sticky, sweaty messes, but she did curl up beside him and rest her cheek against his shoulder after giving it a soft kiss.

Her body felt like a boneless heap after such welcome abuse. The aftermath was almost as sweet as the deed itself. Her heart thrummed against her chest as she panted for breath. She could still feel the heat of his harsh hands upon her rear. Their combined juices oozed from her cunt and down her thighs. Soon, perhaps, it might also be oozing from her ass after he pumped her full.

How is he ever going to recover to continue his meal? she wondered idly as she studied his face. He looked half dead and completely spent.
 
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