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One of the things Jason had learnt from his past dealings with the opposite gender, was that no matter how much a girl claimed that she 'didn't need a man in her life', or that she had been so busy with her life that she hadn't got the time to pay attention to men, was that it was simply the case of them having not met the man for her that was outstanding enough to deserve her prioritising her attention on him over all else. In her case, a man more dominant than she could be. Benji was a strange outlier who managed to steal her heart somehow. It could have been down to a novelty factor. But even novelties would lose its appeal over time without substance. Once the dust settled, the appeal of it might well be gone over time.

At the end of the day, Jason's past experiences had him convinced that its still the case of the tried and tested brute strength - literally and figuratively - that forms the bedrock and foundation to keeping a ferociously ambitious and wilful girl like Aliyah reined in. A girl like Aliyah just needed a man who could overwhelm her, who had the balls of steel to tell her to shut the fuck up and get down on her knees, to take her into his arms because he knew for certain that was where she belonged, whether she realised or agreed to that. His ability to tame her, was the prove that he had the capabilities and attitude to keep her under control, unafraid to tell her in her face, even discipline her when and where necessary, if she ever walked astray from her path. Girls like Aliyah were no more different from any other girls - at the heart of most of them, all that they ever wanted, was a man who could prove to them that they could entrust their lives to, even with their eyes closed. That was Jason's belief.

"That's a lot of history between the two of us that you want to change. Isn't it a little unreasonable?"​

"Is it, really? If the future is what you're looking towards, the past shouldn't matter, should it?" Jason rebutted ever so nonchalantly. Of course she was going to be reluctant. Her reactions thus far had made it clear to him that she was still very much in two hearts, as much as she claimed that she was his. But that wasn't enough. He wanted her to want him, irrevocably. That meant doing anything for him. Because he would be willing to do anything for his lover all the same. She wasn't on his levelled terms yet. And that really propelled him to want to make it his mission from that point on, to keep persisting and convincing her through his actions that his steep and unreasonable demand was going to be worth it, for him.

"I'll try General, I promise I'll try! I don't know if he deserves it. I just... don't."​

Try was a good first step. It was better than an outright no. But that was a clear sign that her mind was slowly being steered towards his right direction. And that was a fine enough achievement for the evening. It was good enough for him to comfortably shove the sensitive topic into the backseat, for the time being.

Had Jason been privy to her view about what she thought in regards to the difficulty to accede to his demand, he would have laughed it off and, if anything, even take it up as a challenge, to prove to her that with him, no matter how implausible an objective or a request was, if there is a will, there is a way. One could count on Jason to be able to try to find a way to steer a situation in his favour - through whatever means necessary. The only uncertainty remaining, laid in just how much resolve Aliyah held to her beliefs, before they crumble - or would her conscience prevail against the devil, against all odds?

"I'm sorry Sir, I'm sorry for hanging up early."​

"I'm glad that you are sorry. That also means I hope you're motivated to not upset your General anymore from this point on, and that you'll do whatever it takes to please your Sir."

Jason paused, before he pressed his lips against her shoulders, peppering soft kisses along both width of hers. His ensuing voice, lowered to a half whisper. "Do you want me to show you how I can love you in a way no other man could ever do, Marshmallow?"

"If so, you're going to need to trust and follow every single word that I say. Surrender yourself to me, truly, unconditionally. For what I'm going to give you, all that I intend to do to you, is for your own good." His finger nails, dug deep into the flesh of her ass cheeks, particularly along the areas that the flog had landed on multiple times earlier.

"And that starts with… this."

Without warning, the vibrations and swiveling both jacked up to max strength at speed hundred.

"Don't you dare cum yet, Marshmallow. The night is still young. Don't you dare cum for me, not without my blessing and permission. Be my dutiful slut. And I promise to take great care of you, for as long as you stay true to me."
 


Their little debate over the past could go on for hours. The past was important because it brought a person to where they were today, it helped shape them and influence future choices. But Aliyah was in no position to start any real debate on a deeper level. “How about we agree to disagree on that matter, for now at least.” She knew she had been the one to bring them into this small little squabble, but the unfair advantage Jason held over her almost made her want to agree, just to rid herself of any distractions around her.

Aliyah's head dutifully bobbed up and down in consideration for Jason. If she had learned anything from those initial fifteen minutes, it was that she never wanted to upset Jason again. If the results of him being upset with her was abandonment, then she needed to do better, be better. Every little movement in her body seemed to freeze the moment he leaned into her, the sensation of his lips on her skin elicited a sharp gasp before she held her breath to help keep her body still despite the toy trying to encourage her to keep dancing.

With his lips at her skin came his honeyed words, sweeter than anything she had heard before. Even as he pressed his nails into the tender flesh of her ass, she barely gave more than a wince. Her chin dipped into an eager nod as words failed her, the breath she had been holding escaped into short nervous pants. Each one harder to draw in than the last as her throat slowly started to dry out.

“Oh G-God!” The moment he brought the toy up as fast as it could go, the darkness that swallowed Aliyah's surroundings nearly seemed to explode into color as she fought for each ragged breath while Jason warned her off of her orgasm like he wasn't pushing her to the brink of insanity. Her fingers alternated between a tight grip and a looser one as pitiful little cries began to work their way into each moan that slipped past her lips. “P-Please, please please please, oh, please, I can't hold off. Please can I cum Sir?”

She swallowed hard as the movements of her body returned in full force. Her hips pressing desperately into the seat she was laid over before relaxing to try to reduce the pressure of the toy inside of her. The squirming of her body was no longer to try to draw the pleasure out, but to try to force her body into a position where she might feel the toy less intense to help stave off her orgasm. The muscle in her jaw feathered each time she gritted her teeth as a result of the strain she was putting on herself. It wasn't purely physical restraint that was needed, but mental as well.

Suddenly she wished they were in the middle of a debate of some kind, anything to take her mind off of the dopamine flooding her brain. She wanted to show him that she could obey, especially after being disobedient. But could he really fault her if she slipped when he was the one pushing her to her breaking point? Would it be fair to punish her for failing to listen when he gave her no choice? The tears that had subsided with the pain were reforming in her covered eyes, the occasional crack in her voice hinted at the fact that she was choking down the sudden need to cry.

It wasn't as if she was hurting currently, even the throb that had returned once Jason had applied pressure where the flog had lashed against her skin was nonexistent. She wanted to cry from frustration. No one had ever denied Aliyah anything before until she had met Jason, when she wanted something she always got it, one way or another. She didn't dislike the fact that he was willing to do so, but she didn't like it either.
 

Jason was reveling in every single small detail coming from Aliyah, of which, were telling of a bigger story. He noticed how even the gentlest of touch from his lips could elicit such a strong reaction out of her body.

Her perceptibly exaggerated gasp that in all honesty, wasn't exaggerated at all, came out to be genuine; the sudden jolt of her body simultaneously with her gasp, made it seem as if she had been pricked by a needle. Her body even turned rigidly catatonic, as her attention was steered away from the intrusive toy that was wrecking havoc deep within her crux, onto his kisses that were objectively much milder in the sensation that they had elicited. Her mind, now seemingly more corrupted, was looking like it was taking full control over her steering wheel of her consciousness at that very moment. If a touch was all it took to coax such a reaction out of her body, then what of an orgasm?

It might come full circle to her, that every single word and action that he had dished out unto her, weren't pointless. Each, had a part to play in kindling her towards a perpetual state of sensory overdrive. And a sensory overdrive, was what he wanted Aliyah to have him associated with - her source of overdrive, her aphrodisiac.

Watching her desperately trying to rein herself in was an absolute joy. To think this was the girl that attempted to snub him. Now, she was begging for his permission - to cum. How often was it that a girl would offer up such an intimate experience, one that she should technically have full agency over what her body could feel, surrendering and offering the metaphorical remote control over to another man?

"No, you shall not cum."

Jason's voice was sharp, and stern.

"You've failed me earlier. And now, you still have the audacity to put up a request?"
"Remind me again. Who are you, and whose pleasure do you serve?"
"I've given you the rabbit not because it is for you to indulge in, but for my amusement."
"How long more do you need, before you understand your role as my Lieutenant, my Lover?"

Slowly, he was working his way into propagandising, conflating and drawing parallels between what it was to be a mindless slut, and his lover. He had a big appetite to love, as much as he had for the more depraved things in life.

He noticed how after some time, Aliyah was deliberately stretching her limbs out wide, especially her legs, if her eagle spread wasn't already uncomfortable enough for her. That had him eventually concluding that she was likely going all out just to keep to her promise.

That was admirable, and comforting for Jason to see that Aliyah had already on a few occasions now, meant what she said when she said she was going to try. It made him optimistic that they will eventually be making enough progress to steer and defile Aliyah more and more into accepting his warped methods and ways of thinking.

Quietly delighted as he was with Aliyah's performances, that didn't convince him to go any more lenient with her. At the end of the day, he wanted her to see him as a strict disciplinarian who has zero tolerance for nonsense and anything less than perfection. Perfection was after all, what Aliyah had preached about when she first told him weeks back of her ambitions and how she would let nothing in her way stop her from achieving them. So this was an opportunity for her to walk the talk.

The man was hell bent on stretching the freshman. Her time at trying to spread and relief the clamping pressure of her walls against the hot pink device was short lived, as Jason grabbed the handle, and began to thrust the silicon girth in and out of her at an increasing crescendo. If she wasn't already backed to a corner, he started to rain down spanks against her ass cheeks at unpredictable intervals.

The rugby captain was about to introduce a new perspective to the girl - that unlike her past up until that point, her life was no longer just about what she wanted, but that every thing that she is going to do, is going to implicate the feelings of a significant other. It also served as a tragic revelation, that even Benji was never afforded before, the extend to which she would sacrifice her own wellbeing, in exchange for the happiness of her other half.

Benji would have been a much more confident boy if he had felt that way. But such was the cruelty of fate. Aliyah loved him - but it was just not enough.
 


There was a small moment where Aliyah had found that perfect window she had been searching for. The joints in her shoulders and legs stretched to a degree of discomfort that completely overpowered the toy inside of her. It was exactly what she needed as she begged for him to give her that release, which, arguably, she could take at any moment if she insisted on continuing to defy him. Though she had begged, she wasn't disillusioned to think he would agree so quickly, but that didn't make the resulting no any less painful to hear.

A distraught sob slipped from Aliyah's lips as her bottom lip trembled when Jason firmly denied her request. She had hoped that with his refusal, perhaps he would lower the vibrations of the toy, but he didn't touch it. “I'm sorry.” The frantic whisper was repeated over and over again like a prayer. Like those two words would be enough to reach him and get him to relent for her. “M-Marshmallow. I'm… your Marshmallow and I-I serve your… my General's pleasure. I understand. I understand, I promise I do!”

If someone had been listening in from the outside without seeing the two, it would sound as if Aliyah was on the brink of hysteria. And maybe she was. Total loss of control, loss of her sight, it was enough to drive anyone mad, and what did she really know about Jason? If she asked him to let her go, would he? If she said she couldn't take it anymore, would he relent then? The conflict and doubt fed into a fear she had never experienced before. But with every tablespoon of fear was an ounce of excitement, of overwhelming adrenaline that almost made her tongue-tied.

Each swat of his hand forced her body to lurch, and her core to tighten around the toy. “Wait, wait! Please!” The tension she had put into her legs was quick to change as her efforts shifted from making herself uncomfortable to fighting the restraints in a pitifully useless attempt at closing her legs. The toy sitting idly inside of her was one thing, having the toy thrust inside of her to truly cover every inch was utterly unbearable. The lewd wet sounds of the toy were quickly drowning out Aliyah's pleas, as the seat under her body was only growing damper by the second.

“Too much. Too much!” Her pleas were devolving into babbles as tremors wracked through her body. “Please don't make me cum. Please, Sir!” It wasn't that she didn't want to, of course they both knew that she did. But he made it clear she wasn't allowed to. It would have been a simple thing to merely relax her body, ignore him, and just let go. She was doing everything humanly possible to prevent that from happening, despite his efforts. It was a battle of wills in a sense, doing her very best to exercise obedience, but Jason's actions contradicted his words.

If he truly didn't want her to cum, he should be taking the pleasure away from her, not giving her more. In her heightened state of pleasure, even the spanking served as its own explosion of pleasure. It should have been hurting from how tender her skin had turned, but each smack was like a knife against the thread of control that she had, cutting it thinner and thinner as she shook her head back and forth in refusal. She didn't want to let go, she didn't want to displease him, but he was backing her into a corner where she would have no choice if he didn't stop.

“It won't happen again. I'll be good from now on, I swear. L-Let me make it up to you! Let me please you! Please General.” With a quick shift in strategy, she changed her tactic from begging for her own release, to trying to bring the attention around on him. But with it came an unspoken plea; stop the toy, stop the torture. Those were words she refused to say, the word stop never once daring to even sit on her tongue. Because she didn't really want it to stop, she merely wanted the agency to do as she pleased. To have the freedom over her own body. But Jason was more important than a momentary bliss. What was one stolen orgasm to the whole experience?
 

The manner in which she kept apologising profusely in hushed semi whispers, along with her subsequent renewal of vows was fast getting him on the hook. His calm exterior was in stark contrast to the fireworks that he was experiencing deep within. Her words and the way her body moved and obeyed his every demand? It was so darn intoxicating.

One could just imagine the sheer amount of effort it takes to get someone else to lift their finger. For a start, he had no right to be able to control any inch of her body. The odds were overwhelmingly stacked against him. She was the one who had absolute agency over the network of nerves coursing through her body that gave her the ability to manoeuvre her head, her figure, and every appendages.

Yet, somehow, he was able to highjack her central nervous system, and got her to move or not move in the ways that he willed. And through what? The chemistry that they shared, an invisible antimatter, abstractly wired to her in delicate bonds that could be broken any moment, if any one of them decide to cut loose. Paradoxically, the grip hold that he had over her was as brittle as it was strong as steel. He could bent her in any ways to his will. But all it takes was for tragedy to strike, and that conduit between the both of them could well be snapped apart in a blink of an eye.

Precarious little love.

She could be painted as a patient going through a hysteric episode, or a torture victim that was being put to the blade. It was honestly hard to tell. There was a rich mix of an array of emotions that Aliyah was showing through. Exhilaration aside, even when drowning in overwhelming pleasure, she was almost screaming in fear - which was surreal. It was like the blade had been stuck into her. But what was she being fearful about? He did muse. He felt like her mind was overthinking things. But he supposed that didn't make her concerns any less valid.

"Please don't make me cum. Please, Sir!"​

Please don't make her cum, she said. Which girl in her right mind would say such a thing? She must be too drunken in whatever that was poisoning her mind to be putting forth such a request. But even when she begged, he persisted the thrusting of the toy in and out, in and out of her wetness, which was by now, surrounded by a pair of ridiculously engorged lips. And the random spanks just kept coming.

"Don't cum, baby. I'll be so disappointed in you." He softly spoke. Yet, one could sense the underlying threat beneath what seemed like a sensual tone otherwise.

"It won't happen again. I'll be good from now on, I swear. L-Let me make it up to you! Let me please you! Please General."​

That sounded like a good proposition. In a last ditched attempt at an evil twist, he pulled out the rabbit out of the blue, just when she looked like her body was tensed up to the point of her being figuratively scrunched up with a ginormous magnitude of gravity crushing down on her, her body like a densely packed group of atoms, squished into one tiny ball.

Her orgasm was denied, yet again.

"Your wish shall be granted, my love."
"I shall not make you cum.. "
".. for the rest of the night."
​
She asked for him not to make her cum anymore. Now, he was really going to make her suffer the consequences of her own words. Aliyah could never really win. The high school cheer captain had finally met her match, humbled into knowing her place in the world, in Jason's sick little world.

Jason then got to finally removing the binds off her wrists and ankles, but kept her blindfold on. He tenderly assisted her back up onto her knees, his right palm cupping her left cheek, stroking softly.

"Will you have a problem with that, darling?"
"I want you to keep your blindfold on."

Not only did he wish to deny her of the very thing that she seeked, yet not wanting to seek at the same time, but he wanted to deny her the sight of him. Not the sight of his sumptuously chiseled form, not the sight of his masculinely handsome face, not the sight of his glorious, gargantuan cock. She would have to make do with her remaining senses of touch, audition, taste and olfaction. That was all that she was going to get for the night, all that she deserved for the night. The man then walked over to the edge of the bed, and settled down on it, expecting the blinded girl to navigate her way towards him.

"Now. You were saying you wanted to.. please your General? Show me how."
 


Aliyah couldn't take it anymore. She was trying every little thing she could think of to make Jason relent, but she was going to lose her mind before that happened. He warned her that he would be disappointed if she failed him, but she was already beginning to resign herself to the fact that she would just have to deal with that disappointment. What other choice did she have? Clearly none. The sound of her nails scratching into the post of the bed grated on her ears, but it was all she could do to hold on.

She was sure her teeth were on the verge of cracking from just how tightly she was clenching her jaw. But just when she had finally made her mind up to let go, Jason pulled away the toy from her. She wasn't sure if she should scream in agony, or breathe a sigh of relief. Aliyah opted for the latter as every little bit of tension in her body drained away. It took far more energy out of her to hold herself back than she ever thought it would.

“What?” The tiny, almost imperceptible squeak rushed out of her lungs as her body seemed to practically fall limp without the toy sparking her struggle to life. She was finally being given a chance to breathe, but that was far less important than the bomb Jason had just dropped on her. “But I didn't… that's not…” Aliyah stumbled over her words feebly, but what was the use?

I didn't say that, yes she did, that's not what I meant, it doesn't matter. What mattered was how Jason perceived her words, her own lack of clarity was her real downfall.

While he set to work on undoing her wrists and ankles, she moved slowly off of the seat, with him helping her onto her knees in a small puddle of her own mess she had made. The gentle hand on her cheek was a stark contrast to the one that had reignited the burning sensation radiating from her rear end, but she was starting to realize that she truly did love both sides of it all. Her throat bobbed the slightest bit as she damped her throat before bringing her left hand to the back of his own, using his hand as a guide while she slid her fingers along his arm.

“I will have a problem with that.” It was bold of her to admit it rather than blindly agreeing with him. But he had told her not to lie to him, so she took it to mean even in a situation like this he would want her honesty. “I took my punishment. I even managed not to cum, just like you asked. You said that once I get through it, you would treat me like your queen. I have a problem with it because it sounds like you're going back on your word now.” The difference that having some semblance of control back could make in a girl like her.

Aliyah kept her tone low, as non-confrontational as she possibly could, but she clearly wasn't one to let go of her attitude so easily. With a nervous breath, she reached her hands out during her attempt to follow the sound of his voice. It was frustrating to keep the blindfold on and have to feel her way around, but it was such a small issue in comparison to the thought that he would try to deny her all night long from a release.

It made her want to give him the same treatment, but unlike him, she was in no position of power to exert that authority, and so she made no attempt to. Despite her slight protest at his plan of denying her all night long, Aliyah's fingers still blindly worked their way along the edge of the bed until she bumped into the outside of his thigh. Once she had found his body, she placed herself between his legs. If she thought being spread between the bed and couch was uncomfortable, the ache already starting to set into her knees from the hardwood flooring quickly taught her just how wrong she had been. She was in no rush though, instead taking her time to work her fingers up his thighs, committing every inch of his body to her memory until she finally found her destination.

The fingertips of her left hand rested softly on his phallus, like a marker for her, as she brought her right hand to her mouth. It was almost like déjà vu, the way she collected a generous amount of saliva to wet her digits before replacing her left hand with her right. She wasn't foolish enough to try to stroke him dry, instead taking care to make sure she was providing enough lubricant to let her fingers glide easily. “You aren't going back on your word, right, love? You wouldn't do that to me, would you?”

Her question came as she leaned herself forward. It was an incredible thing, the way every other sense heightened the moment one was taken away. She could clearly smell the combination of his natural musk and herself on his cock where she might not have ever noticed it before, or at least not to the degree she did now. It wasn't an overpowering scent that turned her off, but rather, it was the perfect tool to help guide her lips to his glans. “Can't you have just a little mercy for me? Just this once? This is all so new to me, and I do want to make you happy. But I'm still learning.” The warmth of her breath washed over him on every word. She was laying it on thick, but it was the only thing she could think to do in order to backtrack.

With her right hand helping to hold him in place, Aliyah traced the length of his shaft with the tip of her tongue before flicking off of the head. Rather than repeating the motion again, she turned her attention lower, letting her lips envelope his left testicle as she carefully coaxed it into her mouth. Her hand not once slowing down in its deep strokes, while her left slid along his thigh instead of trying to get herself off. It was just another small, subtle show that she was trying to be obedient.
 

There was no doubt that Aliyah had game. But in the face of Jason, it was always going to be difficult for her to get him beaten. The man was just more experienced. And his wit was one of his strongest suit. Aliyah would need to learn the name of the game. That, or she needed a moment of magic during the near term to even have a chance of getting the better of him.

How did it feel like for Aliyah to know she had been consistently humbled by a man, greater than she was? On the flip side, would she find comfort in knowing the fact that she would probably be in a very safe pair of hands, belonging to a man who had been able to convincingly show time and time again by outsmarting her, that he had the wisdom to be able to shelter her under his protective wings?

A man who was confident, intelligent, composed, and knew just exactly what he was doing. Would Aliyah delight in knowing that she would be surrendering herself to a man that had proven himself to be so capable? Was it all that bad that she was losing out to him?

Watching her struggling to complete her sentences after he so calmly threw a spanner in her works, brought him immense satisfaction. First, he had overwhelmed her physical limitation. And now, he had the finesse to outwit her with just a snap of his finger. Aliyah was an absolute joy. Jason could already envision how he would thrive in their budding relationship in the months, or even years to come down the road, should what they have going on develop into something that is going to be serious and substantial. Aliyah kept claiming that she was absolutely certain that she was in it with him for the long run. But only time can tell if her words truly meant any weight. After all, they were still pretty much reacting to each other whilst in the heat of the moment.

"What?"
"But I didn't... that's not..."

"I will have a problem with that."
"I took my punishment. I even managed not to cum, just like you asked. You said that once I get through it, you would treat me like your queen. I have a problem with it because it sounds like you're going back on your word now."​

"You said, and I quote you, 'Please don't make me cum.' What part of the semantics did you mean to say otherwise?"

Jason rebutted nonchalantly. He could see that Aliyah was more than eager to try to regain some footing in the power play at the first instance that she was given a chance to do so.

The girl did not know when to rest. But that was probably also one of the reasons why she had managed to enrapture him. She was ambitious, and had a very infectious, positive albeit aggressive attitude. It made him yearn to wrestle the girl down back into submission like he had done so to her over the past half an hour or so. It was particularly fulfilling when it was executed against her because he saw her as a noteworthy competition. And it was starting to look like they were going to be entangled in an endless fluctuating cycle of power dynamics. For Jason, that sounded like his kind of fun - engaging, stimulating.

"Make no mistake. I want to treat you like a queen."
"At the same time, I think you of all people would understand the importance and significance of owning up to one's mistakes, and bearing the consequences that come along with it."
"Unless you're telling me that you're… a hypocrite."

Jason was showing that he could be as ruthless as he was loving. The man was frustratingly diametric in his personality. But that was what made Jason uniquely Jason.

"I'm not going back against my word, baby."
"I'm merely halting my promise to give you an opportunity to show me what you're truly made of."

"Tell me, Marshmallow. Have I not given you pleasure beyond any man had given to you before?" Jason wouldn't know. But his gut feel had him pretty darn sure that he had topped her chart. Such was his sheer arrogance confidence. "Hadn't I already given you more than you've ever longed for? Are you that greedy?" The man kept compounding. Obviously, any person of typical intelligence would be able to read between the lines what Aliyah truly meant when she asked him not to make her cum. But did Jason really care for that? Probably not. As far as he was concerned, it was yet another opportunity to bond with Aliyah in his very eccentric ways.

If Jason had known that she had only just moments ago, thought what was another stolen orgasm for the whole experience, he would have never stop hounding her for her fickle mindedness.

"You aren't going back on your word, right, love? You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"​

It was cute. Jason swore he could sense an increasing desperation in her voice, even if she might be trying her darnest to hide it.

"I didn't go back against my word, darling. You did it to yourself. Perhaps you'd learn to be clearer with your intentions in the future. I appreciate the honesty you have shown to me so far. But if you want our relationship to work, you're going to need to brush up on your communicating skills. Wouldn't you agree that communication is key to the stability of any relationship?"

Jason calmly reasoned with a smile. It wasn't fair that he was drawing parallels in that manner. But then again, life is never fair. By signing herself up to be with the alpha, this was something she would have to learn to adapt and accede to him for as long as she decided to remain by his side.

"Can't you have just a little mercy for me? Just this once? This is all so new to me, and I do want to make you happy. But I'm still learning."​

"I'm sorry I had been harsh on you. But I truly believe a person learns most effectively through pain."

"How about you redirect your attention onto how you can do better, and show me what you are willing to do to make up for past mistakes, instead of sulking over spilled milk? Because the latter is simply not productive, and would do you no favours at all."

"Shouldn't you be focusing on being thankful instead, that you have been gifted the opportunity to worship one very amazing cock?"

"Focus, on what you can do now to pave a better way for your future, my love. And good things will come naturally."

"So let's try this again."

"Do you have a problem not cumming for the rest of the night for your man, for me, my darling?" It was also immediately after that she managed to coax out an unbridled moan from him, when he felt her unexpectedly engulfing his man ball. One could see how precarious Jason's fatherhood was put on the line. If Aliyah wanted to, she could effectively crush the very thing that defined his manhood by simply biting down hard on his testicle at any second. She had a knife on his throat as much as he had a leash strung around her neck. The pair was bind together like that.

She was vulnerable for him, as much as he was vulnerable for her. Yet, both were probably too egotistical to admit so. Jason even flirted with fire, by running his fingers across her hair streaks, while his balls were still buried deep in her mouth, giving her scalp tender strokes that served as a subtle motivation to get her to relent, and to coax her to continue serving his cock with her undivided attention, which was currently split at that moment.
 


There was always a risk, when she got a little too smart, that Jason could punish her. Could she have worded things differently to sound not as accusatory? Absolutely. But that wasn't who she was, and the fact that he took it in stride rather than punishing her for speaking her mind was incredibly important to her. He could have easily squashed her down to make her consider the need of changing the very way she talked just to satisfy him. The fact that he didn't, showed he wasn't trying to change who she was for his benefit.

"You know what, you're right. I should have been more clear. I should have said please don't make me cum yet. But are you really going to hold one slip of the tongue in a heated moment against me?" Under normal circumstances, Aliyah might've found the entirety of the situation to be frustrating. But this was an opportunity for her to learn more about how Jason's mind worked, especially in situations like this. She was loath to admit her own error, but it wouldn't do her any good to try to deny it or fight it. He was right, she should have been more clear and while she knew he was smart enough to read between the lines to get to the true meaning of what she had said, she shouldn't put her partner in a position where they needed to.

"Do you want the honest truth?" Of course, he did, he had already told her twice how important honesty was to him. His cockiness over his own abilities gave her a window to play coy and pretend as if he were no more than mediocre, but she would rather show him that he could trust her word. "You have shown me more pleasure and pain than anyone ever has, there's no question about that. But you have no idea just how greedy I can be. I haven't had nearly enough to be satisfied, so I certainly hope that wasn't all you had to offer."

She finally allowed herself to lean between his legs, hoping that her soft pleas would work at least to some degree, though Jason was hardly a man easily swayed. It was just another stark difference between him and Benji, where one well times pout with Benji could get her everything she wanted. At first, she had found her lack of an ability to manipulate Jason how she pleased to be annoying, but the harder she tried and the quicker he shut her down, the more invigorating it was. To simply be handed what she wanted was boring in the end, but to fight for it showed her she wasn't the only one having fun.

For the first time, Aliyah was actually grateful for the blindfold covering her eyes, as it meant Jason had no way of knowing she was rolling them. He certainly did have a silver tongue, but that wasn't always a bad thing. She could admit that given the fact she had already gotten one orgasm, missing out on more wasn't terrible, but instead of admitting it, she made sure her mouth was far too busy for her to speak. Each soft stroke of his fingers through her hair was met with a soft hum as she worked her lips and tongue against his scrotum, careful to make sure her teeth never came in contact with the sensitive area.

The sudden moan she had managed to drag out of him was satisfying to hear, especially given the difference in their experience levels. She could hardly call her foray with the other rugby guys a learning experience since she hadn't been able to take her time, so for now all Jason knew was that Benji was all she'd had. But lack of experience could also play in her favor, if he remembered that.

After allowing herself to swap between both balls for a few moments to ensure they received the same amount of attention, Aliyah finally pulled her mouth away. Trailing slow kisses along the length of his shaft until her lips wrapped around his tip to allow her tongue to properly tease against his frenulum with slow strokes. With the slight hollowing of her cheeks, Aliyah let her head drop further down, forcing her hand to cover less of the difference as she replaced it with her mouth.

It was a far cry from the treatment she had received in the shower, or even that which she had gotten on the bed. She was able to bring herself to where he pressed firmly against the back of her throat, but couldn't bring herself to willingly choke herself out. It might not have been as satisfactory as what he had received before, but she was a far more active participant this time around with the control in her hand.
 

"You know what, you're right. I should have been more clear. I should have said please don't make me cum yet. But are you really going to hold one slip of the tongue in a heated moment against me?"​

"Are you now intending to go against your very word about trusting me wholeheartedly and doing anything for me now?" Once again, Jason was ever so adapt at using her words against her. If it was Aliyah's intention to ever place herself in a position to stand a remote chance of winning a fight against him, or to attempt the seemingly impossible task of taming a beast as wild as he was, it was that she needed to be more mindful about the things that she says.

"I'm letting this be a lesson for you about the importance of clarity in communication in a relationship. Better to forfeit an orgasm for this lesson to be seared into your mind, than to end up losing me to some unfortunate misunderstanding in the future, which could potentially damage, or end our relationship, don't you think?" The man was acutely aware of her fear of loneliness, as she had so outwardly made it obvious earlier. Whether she truly meant it when spoken in the heat of the moment, or to what extent of the degree of the impact she had felt, he wouldn't know for certain. But he decided it would only do good to his cause, if not ineffectual but not harmful, as he very subtly threatened her with the remote prospect that what they had between them shouldn't be taken for granted, that all the euphoria she had been bestowed with so swiftly and out of the blue, could well be taken away from her as quickly as they came.

"So will you promise to be my good girl, and take this punishment up your chin for me? As long as you put in your utmost effort towards being my perfect queen, I've no doubt you'll get your due rewards. I just need you to be… incredibly patient, my darling."

"You have shown me more pleasure and pain than anyone ever has, there's no question about that. But you have no idea just how greedy I can be. I haven't had nearly enough to be satisfied, so I certainly hope that wasn't all you had to offer."
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That elicited a smirk from Jason. He could sense her possible attempt at trying to bait him in with her words. "Nice try, sweetheart. I have complete confidence than I am capable of giving you more than you have the capacity to receive. You will eat your words with regards to your claims about yourself being 'greedy', eventually. I get a sense that you will be begging me to stop from being.. too full from my adoration for you. But until you've satisfied the completion of your punishment, you won't be getting close to finding out."

"So perhaps you should consider zipping your lips more often while you're in the process of being disciplined, so you can be quicker done with it, and get to move on to the good stuff." It was a bit of a dilemma for Jason. On one hand, he enjoyed the times in which he was able to tame wild Aliyah down to subservient obedience. Other times, he reveled in the adrenaline rush coming from the competitive and rebellious spirit of Aliyah that always never failed to spur him to life. This was another reason why he adored Aliyah so much - she was able to strike that delicate fine balance between when to wrestle with him, and when to submit. It was quite impressive how she seemed to be so telepathic in that respect. In a sense, one could say that Aliyah was like his ideal punching bag, for a lack of a more endearing analogic - he felt the rush trying to beat her tough, heavy front down, and the ensuing euphoria and sense of accomplishment whenever he had successfully managed to deliver a swift blow that sent her down into submission, only to then rinse repeat the entire process.

"Please me, Marshmallow. Worship me, like your one true king. Bear sufferance and humiliation in the name of me. And I swear by my life, you will always be inordinately doted upon and cared for under my arms." It was in that brief moment, that he reduced himself to his knees, just before he settled himself onto the edge of the bed. In that one minute, he pulled Aliyah into an extremely tight embrace. He made sure his form was just about able to cover up as many inches of her body as his broader, over towering frame could possibly do. His left hand, slide up against the back of her head, scrunching up to gather a fistful of her hair, pulling it firmly. His nose on multiple occasions, inhaling deep breaths to take in the scent of her hair, her scalp. He even lowered his head towards the end, biting down firmly against her left shoulder, hard enough to form teeth marks on it, as if he was branding her with his bodily signature. He did so, because he needed an outlet from the overflowing passion that he was feeling for her in that blissful, one minute of absolute silence.

Aliyah's subsequent pampering of his glorious member once he had presented his manhood to her after the hug, was to him, the first indicator of where she might be standing with his most recent request of her.

In just over five minutes in, Aliyah was treated to the sight of the powerful sinewy body in front of her, shivering and shuddering to her very meticulous treatment. It was a rare, surreal sight that was full on paradoxical. She was on her knees, and he had the authority over her. Yet, he was in a state of vulnerability. The young lady was handling his manly joystick like a pro. Every touch elicited either a sudden full body jolt, or a loud groan, or both, from his majestic form. It was almost as if the servant was able to bring her master, so big and brawny, down to his weakened knees.

"Mmff.. god, if this is what you'll be giving me every time I return home from work, you have given me another good reason to put a ring around your finger. I wonder.. just how you'd be waiting for me at home." Jason's eyes were shut. A smile crept across his face, seemingly fantasizing that very scenario.

After allowing her a generous fifteen minutes of giving his manhood the tender treatment that he needed, he pulled away and shifted himself over to the backboard of the bed. He positioned pillows into a stack, before he settled his back against it on a rough sixty degrees of elevation, sitting up, then beckoning the younger woman over.

"Ride me, wife. Show me how you would treat your husband after he had endured a long day's stress from his job."
 


“I would trust that you wouldn't let a simple misunderstanding ruin what we have together. But I will work on making sure I am more clear the next time I make such a request from you. So, I suppose the proper response I should be giving you, is thank you for the lesson.” Though Aliyah's thanks came begrudgingly, it did give her a bit more insight into the man she was pining after. She needed to learn how to think before she spoke in order to save herself any future frustration. But just because she had thanked him didn't mean she had given up hope of weaseling her way into getting what she wanted.

One last ditch effort. It was all she had left, to try to trick him, but why she thought it would work when nothing else had so far was beyond her. With a slight grumble of disappointment, she knew she had been bested. Resigning herself to the fact that the odds of her being able to outsmart someone like Jason just wasn't going to happen. Not yet anyway. One night of being outwitted didn't mean she would stop trying, but for now at least she would admit defeat.

With her eyes covered, Aliyah was not expected to be so suddenly and tightly embraced. Letting out the smallest squeak of surprise as he practically squeezed it out of her before her own arms wrapped around him with her hands resting on his shoulder blades. His hand wrapped in her hair helped to lock her into place as he gave them both a moment of merely enjoying the feeling of one another. It was just a hug, and yet it was exactly what she needed to help wash her attitude away. She had thought that when she felt his head move down he would give her skin more kisses like he had when she was bound, instead he sank his teeth into her flesh, forcing her to hiss lightly from the pain while her nails scratched at his back just as hard in response.

Her shoulder ached when he let her go, and yet, like everything else, she wanted more. She wanted her body littered with marks from him, marks that would take days to fade, so that even once their trip had ended she could still bear the proof of their explosive chemistry together. That single bite served as encouragement to do all she could to bring out every sound, every twitch that she could draw out of him. It seemed he wasn't the only one capable of making another person dance for them.

She felt like she had dodged his earlier talk of marriage rather well by making her feelings on the topic known. Though over the last few minutes Aliyah had received a crash course on the consequences of ambiguity. Marriage was the furthest thought from her mind at any given moment, and yet when Jason pulled away from her and called her wife, there was a flutter in her chest. Maybe it was the culmination of everything that had happened thus far between the two of them this evening, but suddenly the idea wasn't as daunting as it had been before.

“Can I take the blindfold off now?” The question came quietly while she used her hands to blindly guide her to join him on the bed. “I don't think I'd be waiting for you with a blindfold on. Not every time, at least.” Instead of simply settling herself on Jason's lap, she continued her earlier treatment of taking her time. He wanted to know how she would treat her husband? She didn't even know how she would do that, but it was an easy enough scenario to imagine given the current emotions running rampant through her.

With a soft hum, Aliyah's hands found their way to Jason's hips to serve as her marker, her thumbs lazily circling the bone underneath with the slightest bit of pressure as she paved a trail. A gentle mixture of kisses and licks along his pelvis and up his abdomen. Rather than using her hands, she used her tongue and lips as a way to feel every inch of him, to commit it all to her memory. As she worked her way up his body, she lowered her chest to allow his saliva covered cock to glide between her breasts, taking a moment or two to teasingly work her way down again just so he was able to enjoy the sensation before she was working her way up to his pecs.

The higher up his body she got, the more she was willing to involve her teeth, nipping at his muscles in a much lighter bite compared to the one he gave her. Aliyah settled her legs on either side of his waist once she found her way up to his neck, carefully rubbing her swollen lips against his cock as she brought her left hand up to gently cup his cheek, her thumb brushing along his lower lip. “Don't worry, baby, when you're with me, you can forget about everything that's stressed you or upset you. I'll take all of that away for you.”

Sliding her hand down to Jason's shoulder to help keep her balanced, she finally put her teasing to rest as she lined his member just right before lowering her hips. The slower pace as she settled herself onto his lap gave her body the chance to adjust, not that she truly needed it. But the new position made it feel as if he were reaching even deeper within her than he had before, sending flutters through her nerves while she adjusted her weight. She knew in a position like this her lack of experience was truly going to show, and frankly, she was worried about that.

It was clear that Jason seemed to have a preference for things hard and fast, but she was forcing him to accept things at her pace of slow and steady. Unlike when she rode Bentley, it wasn't done with the intention of trying to torture him. With each rise of her hips, she was steadily picking her pace up, doing so to draw out the sensation she got every time he was buried inside of her.
 

Jason's smile was soft, when Aliyah very reluctantly thanked him for the disciplining he was meting out on her. It was clear cut in her tone and her demeanour that she had to drag herself to express her gratitude. And the manner in which she still found herself having the urge to scrap the barrel and throw a wild, proverbial mud sling back at him by cautioning that she was 'trusting him' to do the right thing? It was evident to Jason that the girl definitely didn't know when to back down, probably would never learn to back down. But that was precisely what drew Jason to the willful girl - a competitive partner to keep him on his edge, who would keep getting back up to her feet for him, just so he could wrestle her back down again to sate his fiendish taste for the darker pleasures in life.

When the man got down to her level to indulge her in the unexpected embrace, it was done wordlessly. Yet, he could feel from the way she just practically slumped her body on a near deadweight onto his body, like she was ready to entrust the whole welfare of her to him with unconditional blind faith, that his hug was all it took to soothe and tame her wild spirit. There was no greater gesture a woman could give to her man, by bestowing her body to him without even the slightest display of mere doubt. Slowly, Jason was starting to appreciate that Aliyah truly meant her words when she said she was going to be his. Now, it was just the matter of getting her to express that intention in the ways that he wanted.

For now, he was contented with how she was reciprocating his passion for her. He winced a little, but out of her sight as his head nested just right beside hers, when she dug her nails deep into his skin. In a warped display of affection, the pain they were dishing out to each other was an indication of their fondness for one another. It felt truly symbolic like that of a wedding vow - a promise to be with one another through good times and in bad.

"Can I take the blindfold off now?"
"I don't think I'd be waiting for you with a blindfold on. Not every time, at least."​

"No, you may not. I want you to take this time to embed the memory of my body deep into your head, so much so that when you're not with me, every time you close your eyes, it is my body that intrudes into your memory first and foremost, every.single.time" The man whispered towards the end. He was certainly taking active steps to ensure that his presence progressively latch its tendrils into the depths of her mind, residing rent free.

When Aliyah began to press her tongue and lips on his rock hard form however, his shoulders completely relaxed, along with his head, which lolled back softly. It was as if she was waving abracadabra with her tongue against his granite hard frame, turning him into a boneless but heavy sinewy body mass that slouched back against pillows. Too long had he been sat by the driver's seat of his life, weaving through the different perils and obstacles of his journey that had been far from a smooth ride. He was masterful with his gear and steering wheel. But he had been driving for so long, he was starting to feel the effects of mental and physical fatigue setting in.

So when a girl like Aliyah who had it in her to stand up for and against him like a walking stick made of steel, turned up at his proverbial door step out of the blue, he knew deep down, he couldn't be more thankful for the god-sent life support of a gift.

Every bad boy just needs a good girl bold enough to step up to occasion for him at times. And in Aliyah, he thought he had found his sanctuary.

Jason's bullish body got more and more putty over time, the longer the freshman cheerleader took her time to savour his packs of muscle dunes. It was evident in the way his body twitched involuntarily more frequently, as her nibbles had him feeling tickled in a number of sensitive spots. He even found himself tightening his grips against the sheets, while his eyes went shut after he was starting to feel like the heat of the situation was legitimately beginning to bother him.

"Don't worry, baby, when you're with me, you can forget about everything that's stressed you or upset you. I'll take all of that away for you."​

Coupled with the way she caressed his cheeks, and her pussy constantly massaging the length of his shaft, he was so tempted to surrender himself to her in that moment, and just enjoy being in the backseat for once. That would have made her the first girl ever to fell him. And wouldn't she like to know she was that close to doing so.

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"Mmmhh."
"You're going to make me seed you, baby?"
"You're gonna bear me a baby?"

Jason couldn't help, but let the wild thoughts that were gushing into his mind slip out from his lips. He was clearly very much indulging in the role playing scenario of them being wedded husband and wife, talking fervidly about their future.

"Think about it."
"After you put the kids to sleep every night, it is me after, that you need to work to help fix me to slee-."

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"Ohh fuck."

"Harder."
"Faster."

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"Fuck."
"Please."

Then he went silent, teeth biting down into his lower lip. It was almost as if he regretted let slip out of his tongue in the moment of mad lust. He didn't want to say it. But as much as her slow, deep plunges were executed with the most finesse of body rolls that stimulated his every nerve along his manhood, capping his cockhead with utmost deliberate pressure, all the more, her tightness was taunting his cock that it was holding back what it could truly offer to him.

It was completely uncharacteristic of Jason. He could have taken her and forced her down onto him, or chose to work his pelvis and pound her to his heart's content at his more desired pace. But he didn't. A small part of him wanted to give Aliyah a chance to express herself without his intervention. She claimed that she would take all the stressors of his life away from him, that he needn't need to worry and he was in her good hands. He needed to see for himself.

Aliyah had no idea, how far he had gone for his mind to convince himself to drop the baton, just for that one moment, of passing the authority of his body, over to her.
 


Aliyah had frowned for a moment when Jason denied her permission to take the blindfold off. There was nothing stopping her from simply doing it regardless, nothing but her clear desire to please the senior who had taken the time to show her the error of having done something once without permission. “And what about you?” She spoke gently between the kisses she offered his body, feeling the way the natural tension within him slowly faded out.

“Am I the only one meant to become addicted?” One could say that question alone spoke on her inexperience. Not realizing that the way she was showering his body with worship was just as powerful as each lash he had given her. She was the soft to his hard, able to go from tears of frustration and pain to revering him as though he were her God. She could take the brunt of his punishments when she needed to, but it wasn't necessary for him to always maintain that control over her. It showed just how perfectly the two naturally melded together.

The fact that Jason was willing to let go even the slightest bit for her showed a level of trust between them. It was necessary for her to be able to properly show him her determination, but he was a control freak. It wasn't something that had gone unnoticed by her, and only made her fall harder for him.

Before meeting Jason, before this trip, Aliyah would've thought that any talk of the future whether it was a fantasy being played out or not would have been a major turn-off. Yet hearing that clear desire in his voice, the way his chest vibrated with his low moan, she found herself wanting to feed that fantasy. With a mischievous smile, she let him talk, before waiting until he was mid-sentence to finally sink her body down on top of him. She might not be able to outwit him, but she still had ways to render him speechless.

Ignoring his demand for her to ride him harder, she guided her hands down to his chest as she spoke up. “Would you like that? The perfect little wife, willing and happy to be your personal fuck toy that you can breed whenever you want. I think we'd make some pretty cute kids.” The words coming out of Aliyah's mouth were completely unlike her, but she knew they were merely talking fantasies, and that made it easier to play along. Since having her join him on the bed, Jason had kept his hands to himself, giving her full control, and it was clear from the way she kept her moderate pace she had ever intention of milking that control.

Aliyah had thought that being able to get a guy like Bentley to beg her properly had been a rush, but it was nothing compared to the exhilaration she felt hearing Jason beg. She was doing her best to contain her smile, which was a mixture of pride and triumph. Who would ever be able to believe that while she couldn't beat in him their verbal sparring, she had managed to get the alpha male to say please, and so beautifully too. Despite his soft plea, her body began to slow until she came to a sudden stop.

“I suppose when you ask nicely, I can oblige.” Her tone was almost mocking, but she had no intentions of torturing or teasing him further. In fact, she had only come to a stop to allow herself to readjust her body. Her hips swayed just the slightest bit so that he wasn't forgotten about as she drew her legs in closer to his waist as if she were locking him in place before bringing her feet flat to the mattress so she was squatting rather than kneeling. She prided herself on being a quick study, and she had realized with Bentley that merely relying on her abdominal muscles and back wouldn't be enough.

With a new base created and the use of her thighs, she was able to lift herself properly before letting herself drop harder than before. Her pace started off slow again as she was forced to make small adjustments to the positioning of her legs, but one she had found the perfect spot, she didn't hesitate to move faster. The sound of their bodies clapping together quickly filled the room as she straightened herself out so she was no longer leaning toward him, allowing her to ride him properly.
 

"And what about you?"
"Am I the only one meant to become addicted?"​

"That's not up to me to enforce, is it? I made you an addict, because it was my desire to do so. It is up to you to do the same to me if you too fancy that."

The irony of it being that seconds later, Aliyah was already working her natural magic on him. His first moan was abrupt, but pure. The jolt of his body hinted that the man was caught off guard from her sudden decision to plunge her womanhood down onto his throbbing phallus. Though petite she might be, she was surprisingly, the perfect fit for his marvellously endowed appendage, as she was able to settle on him balls deep. His glans, firmly pressing against the hilt of her cervix every time she drove back down on him.

That didn't mean her tightness wasn't a challenge for him. Being sat at the backseat this time, he was able to fully dedicate his attention to the sensation he was receiving. It was only then that he realised just how tight Aliyah actually felt when wrapped around his member. Her pussy was literally, designed to milk. And every thrust had him keeping his legs on two arches, his toes curling and digging into the duvet.

But Jason wasn't one to cum easily. The sheer length of his manhood meant that more was needed to be done against the force of gravity for him to get anywhere close to his peak. Slow and sensual just wouldn't cut it for him. He needed her to go faster. Yet, she seemed to be deliberately putting his request on deaf ears.

"Would you like that? The perfect little wife, willing and happy to be your personal fuck toy that you can breed whenever you want. I think we'd make some pretty cute kids."​

"Mmh hmm."

"You will make yourself wet an hour before your hubby comes home. So by the time I return, you're all slick and ready for my free use. On your hands and knees, your waxed sex that you spent the afternoon grooming, already perked up into the air, in front of our main door, ready for my abuse."

"Would it be your kind of romantic?"

Jason painted the picture. The rule of the game seemed to be developing spontaneously. He refused to use his hands. Instead, banging on the appeal of his words to bait her to perform to his desires. The man was well aware of the torment he had put her through. And he had discreetly decided he would like to grant his muse a slight moment of reprieve - just a little bit.

"Your love currency, will be paid in orgasms."
"And just you know, I am loaded with it."

A grin of mischief flashed across his face. He could not, would not touch her. That was the primary condition of the bedroom sport they found themselves roped into. Words aside, he casted his dark chestnut pupils onto hers, not breaking even for a second for as long as she rode him like a seasoned equestrian. Symbolically, like a bond between a rider and her stallion, she was in full control of their pace. The rein she was holding onto, influenced and directed the degree of lewdness trumpeting out of his mouth.

When she actually stopped for a moment, it drew a long, loud groan from his lips. A hint of frustration, evident from him as his face was scrunched up. At the same time, he was quick to get a grip of himself no more than two seconds later, for his pride wasn't exactly enjoying the self-sabotaging game he had gotten himself into.

The things he did for love.

It turned out, Aliyah had the heart of gold. She could have used the opportunity to get back on level terms with him. But she didn't. What sane girl would do such a thing? She was willing to take his abuse without feeling the need to exercise vengeance in the way most women would have shown him the fury of a woman's wrath. Aliyah was insane - one could only wonder why the girl hadn't already discovered this side of her before Jason walked into her life. And insanity was the sort of aphrodisiac that made him feel alive. She was made to be manhandled by a man like him who needed a willing medium to exercise his depraved urges on, and then be showered by a healthy dose of aftercare to make her feel adored and treasured for her graciousness, rinse and repeat.

It took only a few seconds for him to appreciate her next course of action. The doubling... no, tripling of intensity down against his rod legitimately made him wail out in divine pleasure. His back formed an acrobatic arch, as his pelvis greedily lapped in all that her full body weight was pounding down onto him. Her bounces were violent enough to send her pussy completely lifted away from his pelvis, beyond the half way length of his shaft, only to slam back down against him with the force of gravity. It was too much.

Jason had to slip both his hands behind and underneath his head and pillow just to keep his hands restrained in a makeshift cuff hold.

"Fuucckkkk!"
"Don't stop baby, don't stop!"
"I'm close!"

Then, he finally relented, his right hand slipping out to give her neck a tight grapple hold, and his left hand, nimbly undoing the knot of her blindfold. But he needed to do so just to prove a point, by choking her at an angle so that her eyes were directed to stare at the vintage analogue clock that was hung above them. 11.51pm.

"Look at the time, baby."
"The next day is fast approaching, isn't it?"

"Do you know what that means, love?"
 


Each time Aliyah guided her body down the length of Jason's shaft, she was forced to tighten her core. She had every intention of remaining relaxed, to try to drag the pleasure out as long as she could, but the depth to which he was able to reach in this position sent stars dancing across her blinded vision. Small twitches of her shoulders seemed to match the jolts of his own body, as her head tipped back with a slight gasp. He had completely ruined her. If the day ever came where he grew tired of her and cast her aside, she knew it would be a difficult task to find anyone capable of bringing her a shred of pleasure compared to what he could give her.

She knew that meant she could never let him go. Even if he came to the conclusion that he wanted to walk away one day, she wouldn't let him leave her so easily. “That doesn't sound like a hard task to complete, knowing that it's you who's coming home to me. With the many gifts you've given me today, I know I'd be wet for you by the time you come home.” There was a small smile on her lips as she spoke, though he wouldn't touch her she didn't hesitate to glide her fingers down the plane of his chest to his abdomen, letting her trace each muscle with a featherlight touch as she did.

“Though if I had to guess, if you can manage to keep me hooked, I'll likely be wet for you all day long even without the toys. I might even have to visit you during your lunch break, just to make sure you don't forget about your needy wife.” She snorted softly at the mention of her payment being in the form of orgasms, while she brought her hands back to his chest to ensure her balance wasn't skewed. She could have easily given him a snarky response, but instead turned her attention to his need for her to ride him faster.

Jason's refusal to touch her was maddening. That was how deeply she had become entangled into his web. She had thought before that simply being left alone was bad enough, but that was far more bearable than the fact that he was here underneath her and was still delivering a form of punishment to her. She was able to get quite a bit of satisfaction out of the sound of frustration he made when she had come to a stop, but it wasn't just her devotion to his pleasure that had her moving again, but the desire to steal back the orgasm she had been denied earlier.

There was no denying the fact that Aliyah was a lithe and fit girl, yet even she could admit that within mere minutes the muscles of her thighs were screaming in protest. Never before had she worked the muscles in her thighs so hard in such a short amount of time, but she hadn't been named as a member of the cheer team because of her looks. She had the drive and perseverance to not give up, no matter how difficult the task. She could have made her job a bit easier by pressing harder into Jason's chest, using his body as leverage to give her legs a hint of relief. But she refused. Maybe she was trying to prove to him the depths of her devotion by being considerate at her own cost.

The sudden hold on her throat coupled with the blindfold slipping away had caused her pace to stutter only for a split second as she blinked with clear surprise. Surprise at the fact that he had touched her, and even more surprised at the fact that he had finally given her her sight back. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip as her eyes narrowed, fighting the urge to let them close and plunge herself back into darkness as she focused on the clock. It was almost midnight, but did she know what that meant? Had he said something earlier, she was supposed to remember now?

He had told her something about dawn, but Aliyah could hardly think straight. The orgasm she had been denied earlier felt like it was suffocating her more than the hand at her throat, and with Jason close to his own release which he hadn't gotten yet, she wanted to be the one to push him to that point. As she shook her head no slowly, she let her gaze drop back down to allow herself to look at Jason for the first time in what felt like hours. “I don't know… I'm sorry.” It wasn't that she didn't know, she genuinely just couldn't think beyond the burning need inside of her to bring him to release.
 

Jason would occasionally steal a few glances every now and then, marvelling at the sight of the nubile figure that was rocking on top of him with a paradoxical mix of aggression and grace, of innocent inexperience masked by her raw talent capable of seducing and ensnaring unwitting men. Aliyah was a fucking goddess amongst a sea of mortals, he thought. Her allure potent, as she could easily play the role of a succubus from hell if she wanted to, and he may well be unable to resist her draw, and find himself on the receiving end of the same irresistible temptation that he had sought to drown her in.

In fact, he might well already have fallen into her honey trap unknowingly all these time, up until that moment of clarity.

"That doesn't sound like a hard task to complete, knowing that it's you who's coming home to me. With the many gifts you've given me today, I know I'd be wet for you by the time you come home."​

"Mmh. You'll do the household chores during the day, with the Vulse buried deep inside you, baking yourself up for me, so I get to devour you by the time I get back, my piping hot meal for dinner." It sounded like toxic patriarchy. But there was no denying the appeal of it. There was a certain sense of power that resonated with the alpha male, of being able to dictate his woman's pain and pleasure, with just the wiggle of his fingers. The best part of it all, was that the said woman happened to staunchly believe in maintaining a firm grip over her sense of agency and independency. Yet, he had defied all odds, and managed to steer Aliyah's mentality towards surrendering herself to male chauvinism of the olden days.

The one distinction, was that Jason had managed to capture the essence of the reinvented new age definition of male supremacy. It was not authoritarian, but authoritative. He understood the balanced needed, the importance of affectionate display during before, and aftercare. He understood that a woman would be inclined to do anything for her man, if he could just show her that it was all worthwhile. Stories of how certain women who usually detested giving blowjobs, only to then suddenly discover the joy of doing so for the right man, was as prime an example one could get.

Give freely and generously, and the gifts will come in naturally with unconditional volition. Hence, the infinite positive cycle of back and forth between two sizzling lovers.

"Though if I had to guess, if you can manage to keep me hooked, I'll likely be wet for you all day long even without the toys. I might even have to visit you during your lunch break, just to make sure you don't forget about your needy wife."​

Jason moaned. The stuff that Aliyah had just said hit the spot for the sexual audiophile. "Fuck."

"Let's get a pair of tats first thing first after breakfast tomorrow morning."
"At least one of them has gotta be a padlock just above your slit. And the fitting key will be situated at the top of the base of my cock."

"That should remind you all day long, who is the only one who has the rightful access to your pussy."
"We're going to get the measurements leveled right. So whenever your cunt engulfs me in its entirety, my key latches perfectly into your padlock."

"... you like the sound of that, Marshmallow?"

"And yes. There are always going to be vixens prowling around in their tight fit office wear. I'd certainly need my wife around to help ward off those hungry foxes that are always waiting for the moment to pounce on me." Jason couldn't help, but seed the idea that she should never ever get complacent. He wanted to spark her jealousy, so she would be motivated to keep up with her performance levels perpetually optimal for him, for all of eternity. She asked for a hook. And a hook he had given her, pernicious as the omnipresent psychological threat that he had planted in her mind might be.

Being close to a professional athlete himself, he could appreciate the sheer amount of raw strength and stamina Aliyah must be putting in to be able to sustain such powerful slams down against his pelvis by the seconds with clockwork precision. His groans grew progressively louder, unabashedly filling up the air of the room with his mindless, genuine moans. It was so good, he finally relented, dropping his right hand from her throat, and gathered the other free palm, each reaching out for her tits to give the neglected pair squeezes, so tight, his nails dug into the skin of her soft mounds.

"I don't know… I'm sorry."​

"Nnngghh."
"Mmmfff."

"I said you couldn't cum for the rest of the night."
"When the clock strikes 12 am, you tell me then, if you're able to figure out the answer."
"Otherwis-... uuhh!"

"UUHHH!"
"FUCK."

Jason took his time. His response, delayed for close to a seven, eight minutes or so, until the clock struck 11.58pm. And when he did finally respond, he believed he had given her a crucial and obvious enough hint. At the same time, he didn't wish to give the game away so cheaply. That was why he didn't bring himself to complete what he initially set out to say.

But more distractingly, Aliyah had finally managed to coax from his testicles, their fresh brew from the week. Seconds before his bliss was set to arrive, he pulled Aliyah down closer to him, taking over the steering wheel once more. He gave her a series of hard pounding for a quarter of a minute, like a sprinter doing a mad dash at the end towards the finishing line, before his gargantuan shaft unleashed its torrential waves of rich, thick goo that completely filled and flooded up the entirety of her love canal. Aliyah could feel the bigger man's rod throb with the mightiest of squeezes, on each release he fired deep into her temple. When his manhood did eventually slip out of her sleeve, excess rapidly gushed out of her floodgates.

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"... Fucking hell."
"I demand you to give it to me like that, every.single.night, wifey."

Jason spoke sternly between his deep pants. He cupped a hand around her cranium, pulling her in for a deep kiss, whilst pressing her breasts against his bulging torso that chested out to meet her softer frame. The passionate exchanged lasted for a good one to two minutes, before he broke his kiss to whisper into her left ear.

"... It's 12.01am now. Baby."
"We could go to sleep, if you haven't yet already figure out the answer."
 


Aliyah let out a soft laugh as Jason set the stage for her, laughed because the thought of her being a stay at home wife or mother just sounded absolutely ridiculous. But for an idea that sounded absolutely farfetched, it was one that was easy to picture. “I'll make sure every inch of the house is cleaned properly, that way you have your choice of where to have your meal.” His fantasy was quickly becoming her own fantasy, and why should it not with how tantalizing he made it sound?

The idea of her visiting him at work had slipped out just as quickly as it had popped into her head. Until she had arrived at the University, the thought of having a man anywhere, but a house, never really appealed to her. But her desire for Jason came from more than just how good he made her feel, he made her feel desired beyond her body. This was a man who wanted everything she had to offer, but was able to give just as much as he could take. That was a big emotional difference between him and Benji. She knew Benji wanted all of her, but what did he have to offer her in return? Well, they both saw just how little he had to offer tonight.

She was wholly unprepared for his suggestion of the two of them getting tattoos together, in a way it was almost as binding as rings, and while she had scoffed at that suggestion earlier in the day there was actual careful consideration this time around. “You're suggesting we permanently brand our bodies for one another?” She bordered her words between a question and a statement. If he had tried to suggest she be the only one to make such a drastic move, she would have shut him down in a heart beat, but he was suggesting they do it together.

“Alright then, General, let's get tattoos tomorrow. Just know that once that ink is in our skin, you will have a much harder time getting rid of me in the future.” Agreeing to the idea and actually following through were two very different things, but the thought alone was exhilarating enough to make her want to agree with only the smallest bit of hesitation. “Those women are welcome to look, but we both know that none of them will be able to satisfy you the way I can. You won't be able to find a woman like me, no matter how hard you try.” That was a fact Aliyah was confident about. There was no one else like her. Others might talk the talk, but she had proven she was capable of more than just running her mouth. Confidence didn't equal complacency though, in the back of her mind she knew that effort was always going to be required, and she was more than fine with that.

Jason's resolve cracked, his hand at her throat falling to her breast as he finally gave her body a drop of attention. The tight grip he had forced the pillowy flesh to mold to his touch, while serving as fuel to her determination. The harder his fingers dug into her skin, the harder her hips dropped until there was a light sheen of sweat forming on her skin from the strain she was placing on herself.

Aliyah blinked slowly, her focus torn between the thinly veiled answer Jason was giving her and the feeling of his cock beginning to twitch inside of her, a fact she was truly only able to notice because of how tightly she was wrapped around him. Despite the distraction, there was a moment of clarity as her mind caught up with what he was suggesting. The night was coming to an end, and she had taken her punishment in full. It was that realization and the fact that he had finally relented on keeping his hands to himself that helped push her through the searing burn setting into her muscles.

There were no complaints coming from the younger woman as he took control, pulling her body down as he delivered the final thrusts he needed before stuffing her body full of his seed. It seemed stamina and how well endowed the men of UCB were wasn't the only thing they all had in common, given the amount of his load. There was no doubt Jason topped every single category as she lifted her body just enough to let him slip free and the ensuing flow that followed after him.

“Your wish is my command, dear husband.” Her soft whisper contrasted the more stern tone he used before he pulled her head down to meet his. What little breath she did have was stolen away as she brought her hands to the pillow on either side of his head, letting him take more of her body weight, though she still held herself up enough not to fully rest on him. As he broke the kiss to pull away, she was quick to nip his bottom lip with her teeth before turning her attention to his jawline as he whispered in her ear.

With a soft laugh, she tilted her head to let her lips find the soft skin just below his ear, giving him a playful lick up to the shell of his ear. “You were kind enough to hand me the answer earlier. My punishments done now, right? I think I've earned my turn to cum now. Besides, a proper reward for being able to break your abstinence streak would be nice too.” She spoke just as gently against his own ear before pressing her hands down enough to lift her head up so she could properly gaze down at him.

“Or is it possible that I managed to tire out the legendary Jason Fredericks and you just don't want to admit it?” Her words were both a tease and a challenge as she slowly and carefully folded her ankles to bring her body back into its original kneeling position she had over him while finally catching her breath. Suggesting that he was the one tired was laughable, given the fact that her legs were shaking on either side of him now that her muscles were no longer in use. If she had been made to stand, the likelihood of her actually being able to do so was slim.
 

"You're suggesting we permanently brand our bodies for one another?"
"Alright then, General, let's get tattoos tomorrow. Just know that once that ink is in our skin, you will have a much harder time getting rid of me in the future."​

"That is indeed, what I'm suggesting. And you shall know that anything that comes out of my mouth, are promises that I intend to follow through wholeheartedly. I'm serious about this."

"And if anything Lieutenant, I think the chances of you going AWOL on me is a higher likelihood than the reverse, given your present relational dilemma that hasn't yet already been officially resolved." Aliyah was making it all too easy for him to point out the irony and weakness of her statement. In response to her being willing to his suggestion, he landed a couple of hard, firm spanks against her welted rear, signalling his delight. At that point, it was hard to differentiate between what was reward and punishment coming from the man.

"Those women are welcome to look, but we both know that none of them will be able to satisfy you the way I can. You won't be able to find a woman like me, no matter how hard you try."​

He had expected to draw a different kind of reaction from Aliyah initially. So her arrogant reply actually caught him by surprise. Admittedly, he had mean to irk her with his words, just so he could experience that feeling of fuzziness inside of him if she did display any signs of jealousy. But her actual reaction wasn't that all too bad for him either. There was truth in the words that she spoke - no one could satisfy him in the way that she did. And there was a sense that she might well be right that he would not be able to find another woman like her. Once again, her oozing confidence won him over. But despite feeling reasonable satisfaction, he couldn't help but remind her.

"Neither will you be able to find another man like me who can satisfy you like I do. So don't fuck this up." He just had to stamp his foot onto the podium that they were clearly trying to wrestle away from one another in their struggle for power, to prove who was better than the other. Their competitive streak, showing through even in matters of their relationship.

It was not long, before he was fueled towards the precipice of his release, that consequently led to his body, violently convulsing underneath her. His bullish form, completely losing agency, actually turning putty for her in that vulnerable window of just over ten seconds.

"Your wish is my command, dear husband."​

His eyes were closed. But a wide smile formed along his lips as the words of warm and comfort soothed him, while he was still attempting to regain his breath from one of the most intense release he had experienced in recent times. For the next minute or two, he completely let Aliyah pamper him with her physical display of worship and affection, sinking in the warmth that few dared to even offer up to the man who seemed to be an intimidating figure to many.

"You were kind enough to hand me the answer earlier. My punishments done now, right? I think I've earned my turn to cum now. Besides, a proper reward for being able to break your abstinence streak would be nice too."
"Or is it possible that I managed to tire out the legendary Jason Fredericks and you just don't want to admit it?"​

"Firstly, your reward, was that you got to be filled up by my seeds. I don't just dish it out to any girl, mind you. But in you, Lieutanent, I know I want you to bear me sprogs that I'm sure, will be as pretty, intelligent, bold and vibrant as you are. I am merely playing my part in offering my share of genes that contained all the attributes that made you fall so hard for me. Isn't that a good enough reward?" His arrogance was almost nauseating.

"And I know what you're playing at, Aliya Fredericks. But that's fine. You wish to play the game of perseverance?"

Jason tease-taunted, shoved her in one attempt to have her flipped onto her back against the sheets, before he got out of bed. The next moment, he grabbed her ankles, and dragged her off the bed, down onto the ground, across the floor, until he found themselves against the wall by one corner of the room. One thing that particularly stood out from the drag, was Jason's humungous appendage swinging side to side, still remaining stiff in its full glory the entire time despite having just achieved his orgasm. Apparently, the bull's body had no concept of what it meant to have a refractory period. "It's going to be a long night ahead. Let's hope you don't regret this." That was when he lifted her entire body almost effortlessly, perching her mid air against the wall while he used his shoulders to pivot her in place. For the next quarter of an hour, he held the position firm and strong. His mouth, relentlessly attacking her cunt without a second's respite, furiously lapping, sucking, all while he maintained enough strength to pin her in place, her helpless and unable to break from from his grasp, if she ever tried.

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Once Roderick felt like Aliyah was ripe enough for the taking, he dropped himself onto the ground, bringing the freshman down along with him. Almost immediately, he pried her legs apart, and held her in yet another tight chokehold.

Without warning, he plunged his colossal shaft deep into the crux of her womanhood, pounding her on ruthlessly as if without the care in the world, but to get Aliyah to her promised reward. Barely three minutes in, the captain could already feel her entire body shaking uncontrollably. He knew exactly what was ripping through her body, but continued to plough her pussy with unrelenting intensity, powering through her orgasm, sending her into a state of overdrive.

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Jason barely gave her a moment to recover. He only stopped thrusting when he was certain Aliyah had died down from her orgasm. He was quick to slip himself away from her and got up to his feet. Within the next few seconds, he was already lifting the cheer girl's dead weight up with the admirable flex of his core arm muscles, before sending her slamming back down with her back against the bed. Almost immediately after, he pulled her back down closer to him by yanking her ankles. Aliyah had taunted earlier that she thought he was tiring out. The man had so far, deliberately made efforts to show her that he has got a lot left in him, dragging and tossing her around like a ragdoll.

It took seconds for his manhood to reconnect back deep into her tightness. This time, he supported her back with his palms and forced her into an arch. For the next twenty minutes, he maintained the bridge, jack hammering her with mechanical pace and force that still never showed any signs of wavering. His form however, was starting to glisten in clean dews and streaks of sweat, all over his body. His figure sparkled under the illumination of the full moon's light. The man only slowed down for a good half a minute mid way through, as he unloaded his second series of eight fulfilling shots of the night that was not much less in volume than the first. Again, his cock remained ever hard and resilient, with the pounding continuing. He only ever stopped, when Aliyah's body jolted violently away from him quite a while later for her second of the night to arrive.

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Jason relaxed just a little more the second time round, giving her two seconds to gather her composure, then flipping her around. Before she ever got the chance to recover her long lost breaths, the man was already beginning his next round of assault. A generous handful of hand pulling her scalp back with reckless consideration, before his cock plunged back to the g-spot that he had already brutalized for what seemed like an eternity.

The doggy well on for a record half an hour. Over time however, soft grunting and panting was becoming more and more evident from the beast of a man. There were signs of him slowing down - just a tiny bit. But for the most part, he powered through the arduous endeavour of wanting to get Aliyah across the line for the third time coming, only ever stopping once Aliyah eventually frog leaped herself away from his perpetually thrusting phallus for her third orgasm, that was probably her most intense yet.

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"... Has the legendary Aliyah Fredericks ran out of steam already, or does she not want to admit it?" Jason leaned over to her right ear and whispered in, using her words against her, while she was still lost in the violent trembles that was ripping through her entire body. By then, the clock was at 1.16am. It felt like it was only seconds ago before Aliyah last checked the analogue device.
 


“No, General, I'm afraid that's not a good enough reward for me. I warned you that I was greedy. I want more because I know you have more to offer me.” Hearing Jason call her by his own last name startled her, but not necessarily in a bad way. Aliyah Fredericks actually didn't sound too bad, and it made all of their earlier talk sound that much more obtainable. Her lips which had been parted with another sharp response immediately closed as she was pushed off to his side, groaning just the slightest bit as she stretched out her legs before he had suddenly taken hold of her ankle and pulled her from the bed.

She didn't even care that she was being dragged across the floor, in fact, she kept her body relaxed, making sure she wasn't hindering him in any way as he brought her to the wall. “I would never regret this.” Though her words were a whisper, there was still confidence in her voice as Jason hoisted her up against the wall. Her eyes slowly rounded with surprise the higher he lifted her, her cunt still weeping from his first release, and yet, he didn't seem to care at all as he buried his face between her legs.

The moan she released was one flooded with bliss, knowing she didn't need to try to keep her orgasms at bay now, and that he wouldn't be denying them to her either. Her head rocked back against the wall as her fingers threaded through his hair, one hand at the back of his head and the other on his forearm. She did nothing to control the twitches of her body, giving Jason all of her trust not to accidentally drop her. “Jason, please, please fuck me.” It was only five minutes in when she had started to beg him. That raw, desperate need clear in her voice as her hips bucked in delight from the attention.

It felt like forever before he finally pulled away, lowering the both of them to the ground and locking her body in place on top of his own, finally giving her what she had wanted all night long. Aliyah's hand slid down his arm until her fingers rested over top of his before pressing slowly, encouraging him to tighten his grip on her throat as her eyes rolled. A night of denial and holding herself back gave the same results that they had in the shower, having just barely gotten started she was quick to let go of the little piece of control she had been holding onto. What would have been a cry of relief was little more than a husky moan as the last of her oxygen fled from her lungs. Her legs tried to clamp shut, her body tried to twitch and thrash on top of him, but the way he held her body in place ensured she was forced to ride out her orgasm while he refused to slow down even the slightest bit for her.

What should have only lasted for a moment or two felt as though it dragged on forever thanks to the relentless pounding he was giving her. Once her body felt as though it had nothing left to give him, her grip on his hand loosened while her legs relaxed against his own. It seemed that had been the signal he was waiting for as he pulled out of her so he could get to his feet. She was still gasping desperately for air by the time he had lifted her, throwing her down like she didn't weigh a thing on top of the bed. If she had been able to, it might've even made her laugh, the way he was simply dragging her around. It was only a few days ago that Harvard boy was claiming this was how he would treat her if he had the opportunity.

But while Aliyah wasn't laughing, there was a big satisfied smile on her face as Jason pulled her down the bed to him. It was clear he was trying to prove a point to her, nothing about him seemed to show even a hint of being tired, and that was perfectly fine with her. As he guided her back into a sharp arch, she dug her shoulders into the mattress, clutching the sheets around her to help hold the bridge, so the efforts weren't solely on him alone. Earlier in the night, she had only gotten a small taste of the kind of stamina Jason had, but now she was getting a front row seat to an experience that would live in her memories forever.

Her moans were riddled with deep gasps and the occasional squeals that would cause her body to twitch under him. She had thought her own display of stamina had been impressive, but even she couldn't hold a candle to what Jason was capable of displaying. She was making no effort to try to keep track of time, yet it felt like nearly an hour before she felt him slow down just the slightest bit. It wasn't out of a need to catch his breath.

Each thrust churned his seed inside of her, as if he was trying to force it all past her cervix and straight into her uterus. If it wasn't for the fact that she was on birth control it would have been very likely that she did wind up pregnant by this point and while there was still a chance the likelihood of it happening was so small she had never once expressed concerns over him cumming inside of her. The heat that bloomed inside of her once he had filled her to the brim was almost as addicting as the feeling of him fucking her, to the point that she didn't want him to finish anywhere except inside of her.

That feeling of being filled for a second time helped send her teetering over the edge of control for a second time. Her second orgasm hitting her so hard, she had no choice but to pull her body away from Jason in fear of him making her ride through it again. Because he didn't have a grip on her that locked her into place, she was able to pull away this time, using the opportunity to take the slight respite she had essentially stolen before he could grab her hips and roll her over.

Facing away from him, she had no shame in wincing as he grabbed a fistful of his hair and went right back to ravaging her body like he had never stopped in the first place. She couldn't take much more, her entire body ached so bad that she would rather go through another round of lashes. Yet she made no sound of complaints, made no show of her discomfort other than the way her hips were starting to twitch away from him on every other thrust. But the pressure building inside of her was just too much to handle, despite the fact that her body felt absolutely spent, it seemed more than happy to show Jason just how much she loved the way he was handling her.

Aliyah jolted her body away from Jason for the second time as her third orgasm sent her body into convulsions, though it was almost more accurate to say she had ripped her body away from him. For the first time in her life, she found herself squirting from the sheer pleasure he was drowning her in, by this point their bed was utterly soaked from the both of them. Finding a clean spot was difficult, but at the moment she didn't care as she buried her face into the sheets to try to muffle her shuddering cries while Jason leaned closer to tease her. It wasn't just the fact that she had run out of steam, but Jason wasn't human.

“I want you… to cum again… I can take it until you cum one last time, and then I need to tap out.” She shook her head slowly as she picked it up so she could speak beyond the sheets. She wasn't really sure if she could last that long, but she had to at least try. As the tremors in her body lessened to a more bearable shiver, she gathered her legs underneath her to prop herself back up onto her knees. Stubborn and determined, just like usual. “Just one more time, please.”
 

"No, General, I'm afraid that's not a good enough reward for me. I warned you that I was greedy. I want more because I know you have more to offer me."
"I would never regret this."​

Jason let out a chuckle, before he calmly responded. "You have no idea what you're asking for, sweetheart." Jason genuinely felt like Aliyah was playing into his trap. It was either that, or she held too high an opinion of her tolerance threshold. But he could understand. Aliyah had been too used to being a big fish in a small pond. And for Jason, he relished yet another opportunity to serve the girl her humble pie. He needed her to understand who was boss of the other within their illicit little relationship.

When Aliyah started begging him to fuck her only after barely five minutes of tender loving care lavished out onto her cunt, that elicited a wide grin on his face. He didn't reply. Instead, his gaze locked up onto hers, puppy-eyed, feigning innocence. If anything, he slowed down a little, taking all the time in the world to savour her sweet, tangy feminine fruit. He was sucking and licking it with devouring passion, as if it was a scoop of fresh made gelato that he was digging into. It was only when he felt he had satiated his own thirst, did he decide he wanted to finally take her in the way that she needed.

The moment he brought the girl to her first orgasm of the night, it was when he felt total ownership of her body. She was doing everything in her power to break free from him as her nerves overwhelmed her. But she couldn't. Fit as she was, she stood no chance against the gym buff. Being able to be in control of how she was running through the motions of her heavenly release, orchestrating her every sensory experience down to the finest atom and detail, was a gift of an experience that was fitting of her promise that she made to him - that she was his.

As the minutes passed, Jason learned more and more about her body. Each passing orgasm, her twitches got more intense, her moans were louder and sharper, her releases, more violent than the previous. He understood that her body was one to grow progressively more and more sensitive, the longer she was being sexually stretched. If only Aliyah knew the thoughts that were coursing through his mind at the very moment in time at the acquisition of that knowledge, subsequent nights spent with him would be physically and mentally terrifying, as much as they would be no short on exhilarating fireworks.

"I want you... to cum again... I can take it until you cum one last time, and then I need to tap out."
"Just one more time, please."​

"You don't get to dictate the terms, when you let me take you to bed, baby." Jason pressed his chest down against her back to engulf her in his warmth, while her third peak was still rippling through her body. "I cum however many times I want into you. I take you however many times I want. And there is nothing you can do about it." He paused, his palms tenderly stroking against the side of her right arm, gliding up and down. "You wouldn't have an issue with that, would you?" He grinned.

Jason was already beginning to lift her near lifeless body away from the bed, brought her entire figure onto his chest on her side profile, mid air with his arms holding her in place. If anyone has got the strength to take on some of the more non-conventional positions, it was Jason.

What followed, was another mind boggling hour of sexual marathon.

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God knows where Jason managed to channel his energy from. Even with Aliyah's weight completely burdening him in an awkward lift for the next twelves minutes of so, he still managed to readjust her around toward the latter stage, just under two minutes before she came for the fourth time. What ensued, was a predictable trend of the bull giving the freshman barely any moment to recover her breaths each time she arrived at her peak. He had her tossed onto her side, back onto the edge of the bed, sliced her pussy side ways and seven minutes on, she came again.

Doggy for Fifteen. Creampie.
Doggy again for ten. Sixth.
Missionary for twenty. Seventh.

On his third release, he decided there was more to her pussy that he wished to lay claim. The man slipped his shaft out, and fired away across the length of her body. His load could be seen dwindling comparatively to his earlier shots. Even so, his combined produce since their night began, had been nothing short of an impressive display of virility.

Once he was done, he pressed his body back down against hers. His chest, smudging his load all over her front as he sensually grinded his body back and forth against hers. They had only just showered earlier. But they had gotten themselves back into a mess far worst than before their wash. But Jason didn't care, even though the overpowering musty smell of their raw sex and releases were densely filling up the air around them, thick enough to send them into a drunken haze.

"Regret taking me as your lover now, Lieutenant?"

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"I love you."

"So fucking much."

It didn't take long, before Jason slipped into slumber, and the two of them, tightly cuddled up in the full puddle, consisting of all the evidences of their intense workout for the night.


"Morning, sunshine. Although really, it is almost noon."
"I've got room service to bring in pancakes, a full English and orange juice for you, right here."
"Don't take too long, though. I've already got a tat session booked for us at 1.30pm back on the main island. A speedboat will come pick us up at 1." Jason smiled, as he walked over to her, full nude, from the desk he was at. He slipped his fingers through her hair, pulled her in slightly, before planning a kiss at the tip of her scalp.
 


The moment Jason gave her a soft chuckle, Aliyah knew she was willingly walking into the lion's den. She knew she wasn't underestimating him, this wasn't a man who was all talk, and he had already made that very clear to her. But it was that she just didn't understand the extent of what he was capable of. After having slept with the other rugby players, she thought she knew her own capabilities, even with the fact that Jason alone seemed to have more stamina and strength than all four of them combined.

She sighed softly as he pinned her shivering body underneath his own, his voice and the tender stroking of his hand down her arm contrasted against the words themselves. He would know by now that she tried her damnedest to keep her complaints to herself, tried to take everything that he gave her just so she could prove herself to him. “You know I can't say no to you.” He hadn't even waited for her response before he was pulling her from the bed.

With her arm wrapped around his neck to help stabilize herself at least a little bit, she thought he might be taking her somewhere again. Instead, he kept her side pressed against his chest, with her legs held together from the position it felt like a far tighter fit than usual. In his arms, she was completely at hit mercy, unable to twitch or try to pull away. Jason wasn't the only one realizing the sensitivity of her body was growing. Her nails were starting to dig harder and harder into his skin before he turned her, letting her get a proper hold of his shoulders as her spine arched.

“Wait wait wait, Jason… Jason!” She practically screamed his name to the heavens as she clung to him, her nails scratching into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks behind. He lifted her body just high enough to allow himself to slip free, to let the flood of her orgasm coat his lower body before she was tossed back onto the bed. By her fourth orgasm, she couldn't think straight anymore. The only thing she could do was to hand not only her body over to him, but her mind as well.

Every moment of pain she had experienced before, every bit of physical and mental torture she endured, was made worthwhile now. She didn't simply fall over that ledge into the pleasure, she was thrown head first. Once she was flipped over onto her back, she took every chance she could to claw at Jason's shoulders and back, to leave her mark on him and try to convey to him even a fraction of the emotions surging through her. She had lost count of how many times she came, lost track of time, lost track of everything except for Jason.

Each time she thought her body had nothing left to give, he showed her just how wrong she was, like he knew her own body better than she did. Maybe he did at this point. Time and time again he drew reactions out of her, both emotional and physical, that she wasn't always expecting but seemed to be what he was looking for. He had worked her mind and body to the point that they almost didn't even feel like her own.

Aliyah could barely keep her eyes open by the time Jason rubbed his chest to hers. She was completely and utterly drained to the point that even opening her eyes felt like an immense use of her energy. Somehow she was still able to let out a breathy laugh. “I told you… I wouldn't regret it. You haven't changed my mind.” Her consciousness was already starting to slip when she faintly heard those six whispered words, followed by a fresh spike of adrenaline.

Her eyes fluttered open, but Jason's were closed as he held her close to him. The slow, steady, deep breaths told her he had already fallen asleep. But even if he had been awake, she wouldn't have had a response for him. The tremors had finally come to a stop, but there was a new kind of shaking in her hands as she softly stroked his cheek before snuggling as close to him as she could get before trying to calm her racing mind enough to let her fall asleep.


Aliyah groaned softly as she rolled over, her hand reaching out to find that Jason was no longer in bed beside her. With a slight frown, she opened her eyes, wincing slightly against the sunlight streaming into the room, to find Jason seated at the nearby desk. “Morning.” She mumbled as she pushed herself to sit up, another wince at the ache in her body while her groggy mind tried to process everything Jason was telling her, her eyes shamelessly looking him over in the daylight. “I hope you didn't answer the door for room service looking like that.”

She pouted as she leaned closer to him, letting him kiss the top of her head before leaning back and stretching her back. “The boat comes at 1? At least that'll give me time to get cleaned up.” With another groan, she slipped off of the bed. Sleep had helped give her back strength in her legs but had also let everything settle as well. Her body felt as if she had gone through one of the most intense work-outs in her life, and then there was Jason, looking perfectly normal. She couldn't help but scowl as she grabbed the glass of orange juice before moving to take a seat. She was forced to ease herself into the chair as she pursed her lips. “Before we get the day started, I really want to talk to you, yesterday didn't really seem like the right time.”

Tapping her finger against the glass in her hand as she took a small sip, she set the glass back down slowly. “You want honesty from me. So, the thing is, I kind of… slept with some of your teammates after our date. N-Not that night! But, well, it didn't mean anything. I'm just telling you because I want you to hear it from me, not someone else.” She wanted nothing more than to hide her face, but Aliyah kept her eyes on Jason to try to gauge his reaction. If she had thought it was something that could stay a secret, she would have taken that night with her to the grave. But after the display that she had seen during Hell Week, she knew at the very least her antics at the club would come out. If he was going to find out about part of the story, she would rather he had it all instead of trying to fill in the gaps on his own, or through other people.
 

"Morning."
"I hope you didn't answer the door for room service looking like that."​

"I don't think baring my cock would be the most shocking of image for the service stuff." Jason paused, before he turned around to showcase the extend of damage her nails had done to him the previous night. She had dug so hard into him, there were multiple mild to moderate lines of claw marks that left visible red trails of dried blood. Her mindless scratching had tore into his skin.

"I look like I had been domestically abused. So yes, I got dressed before I received the breakfast delivery. But I went to take a rinse in the shower after that, thus this." Jason gestured his hands from top to bottom in reference. "Shower stung though, just so you know. The soap burns deep. You have no idea what you have put me through. That is pretty much going to be my bathroom life for at least a couple more days." The man calmly spoke, not so much to complain, as his beastly frame looked unmoved, but that he felt a puckish need to stoke some kind of guilt from her. The pain? He could bring himself to tolerate. By now, he was already finding himself settling into the routine of at least, wanting to take any opportunity to tease or mildly poke fun, to frequently draw some kind of reaction out of her. Call it gold tinted glasses, or blinded by infatuation, but pretty much anything that came from Aliyah seemed adorable to him, that it was hard to get mad with her.

"The boat comes at 1? At least that'll give me time to get cleaned up."​

"Yeah, you definitely need to wash up. You smell. Although I won't exactly say I abhor the scent of you, of us." Jason bluntly lowered his nose, to give her dry-stained body a long, hard whiff, before pulling away. The couple, or at least Jason, had found himself settling into a new level of sordid passion.

Jason himself was actually beginning to feel the sores throughout his entire muscular frame. Two hours of intense cardio and literal body weight lifting was something that went beyond his typical gym routine. But he didn't let it show, even though every swing of his arm, every twist of his hips, every step that he made, actually hurt.

He moved back to the table by the side and forked a sausage off his almost emptied plate, then tucked it into his mouth, when his attention was drawn to Aliyah's voice of elevated seriousness.

"Before we get the day started, I really want to talk to you, yesterday didn't really seem like the right time."​

Jason didn't verbally respond, but his eyes were attentively steered towards Aliyah, mouth munching away the half length sausage that he had fed himself with.

"You want honesty from me. So, the thing is, I kind of... slept with some of your teammates after our date. N-Not that night! But, well, it didn't mean anything. I'm just telling you because I want you to hear it from me, not someone else."​

Still, no response from him. No hint of shock, nor anger. He turned slightly, forked a potato tot from his plate, and slipped it into his mouth, then picking up his cup of morning coffee brew to take in a mouthful, before he finally addressed her, but not after he placed the cup back down.

"And why did you decide to sleep with them?"

"Did you enjoy the night?"

With her apparent 'willingness to be honest' however, he decided to test the integrity and true resolve of her declaration by stretching, making her confront the uncomfortable questions that he followed up with.

He spoke with complete nonchalance, showing not the slightest bit of dejection or misery. He had shown himself to possess a terrifying amount of strength that made his body seem like a formidable, impenetrable fortress. And now, it seemed even his mind was displaying some tremendous amount of fortitude in the face of the revelation, or what sounded like an unpleasant piece of news. At least, that was what it looked like on the surface.

Unlike Benji, Jason didn't feel as threatened by the other hook ups Aliyah had messed around with. He was confident he was at least a league above his lads. Besides, the fact that Aliyah had decided to come clean with him had him thinking that there was nothing in regards to how she felt about the boys that she wanted to hide from him. In the case of Benji, the only reason why he felt threatened by her boyfriend, was down to the fact that Aliyah herself had initially showed signs of wavering and hesitation when he first confronted her about the issue, although things seemed to have started changing promisingly for the better since then. Nevertheless, her indecision, unlike the courage that she had just displayed in her most recent confession, was the sole reason why he had been particularly strung up.
 


Aliyah gasped as she brought her hand to her mouth in shock while Jason turned his back to her. She had been so far gone that she hadn't realized how hard she was scratching him last night. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry.” Her apology was slightly muffled behind her hand, that bold attitude she had the night before was a little harder to find in the harsh morning light.

She could have easily pointed out the fact that the marks on his body were his own fault, that if he had listened to her when she had warned him about needing to tap out it never would have happened. But she didn't exactly regret losing control of herself last night. “Well, look at the bright side, it was worth it… right?” That quiet little question spoke volumes, not purely in regard to her lack of confidence but wanting his reassurance that he wasn't having second thoughts.

Her face flushed in utter embarrassment when he pointed out the reek coming from her. Even going so far as to make a point of audibly smelling her before she quickly swatted him away. “Oh please. Maybe if you hadn't exhausted me so badly last night, I would've been able to shower before going to sleep.” Despite her grumbling, there was a smile pulling at the corner of her lips as she forced herself out of the bed. She wasn't the only thing that smelled, they had absolutely ruined the bedsheets.

Once she had seated herself in front of her plate, she just couldn't bring herself to eat just yet. Poking and prodding at her pancakes with her fork while she sipped at her juice. It wasn't until the unease felt like it might suffocate her that she finally spoke up, and held her breath after doing so.

Aliyah had expected him to be angry or disappointed, maybe even disgusted, and yet here he was speaking to her so calmly, he might as well have been asking her what she wanted for dinner. The breath she had been holding while waiting for him to blow up released slowly as she finally allowed her eyes to drop back down to her own plate as she finally started eating. Rather than answering him right away, she took a moment to really consider why she had slept with them. “It was a moment of weakness. I had a few drinks to try to help me stop stressing over… well everything really.”

“It was a matter of convenience, they were there, and I just couldn't say no.” Her shoulders lifted into a tight shrug as she cut into her pancakes before taking a large bite. She hadn't realized just how famished she was until she had sat down in front of the food but had contained herself not to take a bite until she saw Jason's reactions. Seeing him so calm helped ease the anxiety that had been starting to build inside of her. Being able to talk about it like adults rather than devolving into an argument of any kind felt unusual, but reassured her that she had made the right decision to speak up on her own.

“For the most part, it was enjoyable. Not enough for me to leave my number behind, but I probably wouldn't have even if it had been the best night of my life.” She didn't feel the need to admit to him that she thought of him for most of that night, had resisted saying yes for as long as possible because of him and their one date they had gone on.

Aliyah was falling in love with him, even if she was afraid to admit that to herself, even after hearing him say it last night. But confessions of love in the heat of the moment could only be taken with a grain of salt. It was the easiest way to keep herself from getting hurt, and it wouldn't feel right to try to reciprocate his feelings, given the fact that she had still not dealt with Benji properly.
 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."
"Well, look at the bright side, it was worth it... right?"​

"Apology accepted." Jason spoke with a soft smile. The man had no care for playing an overly pretentious gent twenty four seven, especially with Aliyah, where most other men in the same circumstance might have told her that 'It's alright.' For him, there was a time to play a knight in shiny armour, and a time to play devil to indulge in the sort of sin that the both of them were evidently prone to - temptation. "I can literally say now, that I've shed blood, sweat and maybe tears, for you. I hope you appreciate the sacrifices I have made."

"I will do you all the same tonight, even if it means you reopening some of my wounds. You can tell me after if you think it was worth it for the both of us." Jason whispered softly after he brought himself within her touching distance, just right before he pulled her in to take a whiff.

"Oh please. Maybe if you hadn't exhausted me so badly last night, I would've been able to shower before going to sleep."​

"Would you have rather I hadn't exhausted you? I simply wanted to have the night ingrained in you so that if you ever decide to leave me one day, you'll be haunted with that memory for the rest of your life, about what you had given up." Jason nibbled against her earlobe after he was done inhaling her scent, teasing her with a tone of solemnity as a sign that he truly meant what he said. "If you thought last night was already too much, you hadn't even seen the worst of me, yet. I suppose Aliyah Fredericks might be now having second thoughts about being my wife now?"

The next moments involved him listening to Aliyah as she decided to come clean out of the blue, and him listening intently while he soothed himself with his plate of comfort food by the side desk. It was only after when he was done wiping his plate clean, that he settled himself on a moveable leather arm chair, rolling it over to the side of the bed just right by where Aliyah was settled, before he made himself comfortable, legs raised and supported by the bedside table.

"It was a moment of weakness. I had a few drinks to try and help me stop stressing over... well everything really."
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"Stressing over... what?" Jason probed. He was asking from the context of that night, which was a world of a difference from where they were presently at. After all, they had only went out on a date back then, and it was a wholesome one, with nothing too scandalous happening by the end of the night. It was an opportunity to really settle down and get to the bottom of every thread of thought pertaining to her, or them, like all properly functioning couples do - honest, unsensored, limitless talks.

"It was a matter of convenience, they were there, and I just couldn't say no."​

"And being in the heart of a gangbang had been one of your fantasies?" Again, he pried. It probably might have even served as a temporary distraction away from the greater topic. The calmness of his tone made it seem like he was pretty much capable of talking about anything under the sun with her, with utmost maturity.

"For the most part, it was enjoyable. Not enough for me to leave my number behind, but I probably wouldn't have even if it had been the best night of my life."​

"What would they have needed to do to convince you to leave them your number, then?" He had a brief idea what her answer might be, especially since he had managed to attain her number himself. Nevertheless, he still wanted to use the opportunity to understand Aliyah on a deeper level, to see if he might have also been missing out on a thing or two. Even if she ended up saying the things that he already knew, it would still serve as an assurance that he was playing the game right, and that they were heading in the right direction.

For all the confidence and exuberance he had shown himself to possess, which had been known by the people around him, none yet, not even Aliyah, was privy to the idea that even the man himself had his quiet moments of uncertainty - with Aliyah being the most concerning and unpredictable yet, for as long as the jarring outstanding issue of hers hadn't be settled. Thus for the time being, he needed to feed on the scraps that Aliyah could afford him with, to ease his riled and aching heart that simply could not be helped.
 


Aliyah tipped her head to the side as her eyebrows lifted just the slightest bit. Jason? Shedding tears? That didn't sound like a realistic thing, maybe it was because she didn't really know him like she thought she was starting to. “I don't remember seeing any tears last night, so next time make sure if you're shedding tears for me, I'm there to witness that moment.” Just hearing him accept her apology was enough to provide a bit of emotional support to her uncertainties.

“I didn't say I would rather not be exhausted, I'm merely saying that it's your fault I couldn't shower.” She sighed softly as she clutched the sheets around her rather than giving into the urge to cling to him. As her fingers relaxed, she leaned her head back just enough to create a bit of space between them as her eyes danced across his facial features while he teased her. “I wasn't having second thoughts last night, and I'm not having any now. Don't try to project your doubts onto me.” She felt confident enough in herself that she was able to joke around while truly not having any sort of doubts. But hearing him call her his wife when the emotions had settled was more nerve wracking than the idea that Jason might've been holding himself back last night.

“Well between coming to a new place with no one, working my ass off to make it onto the cheer team, and…” For another moment, Aliyah fell silent as she took a few more bites. She sighed with a slight roll of her eyes before looking back up to Jason from her plate. “And thinking that I had ruined what had been an enjoyable evening because I was being selfish and even a little stupid, it made me stressed.”

Leaning back a bit, she slowly stretched her body, stretching her arms over her head as she looked up toward the ceiling. “I just needed a night to let go and forget about everything for a bit, that's all. I didn't approach you at that event thinking anything would come of it, and I certainly didn't think it would result in us going on a date. I had a lot I needed to process.”

In all honesty, she was still processing it all, especially with the twist he had thrown at her by insisting she didn't need to make a choice yet. There was still a feeling of guilt over the fact that she was lying to Benji and over the fact that while she was still in a relationship with Benji, she couldn't truly give her all to Jason. She had just started to pick up another fork full when he suddenly asked her about if she had fantasized about being in a gangbang before, causing her to stop.

“No, no, it hadn't been.” She couldn't help but laugh, she never would have imagined herself even interested in a gangbang before. Clearing her throat quickly to settle her laughter, she took her bite. “I hadn't ever thought about anything like that before. Benji and I… our relationship started when we were really young, so we had just sort of fallen into a-a bland little pattern. I got complacent so the idea of something new never really stuck out to me, and even when I met them, it wasn't like I took one look and immediately thought of a gangbang. I wasn't even thinking about sleeping with any of them at first.”

Aliyah slowly finished off her breakfast as she hummed in thought. She might've given her number to Roderick if he had asked for it, but even then she wasn't exactly sure if she would have when everything with Jason had been up in the air at that point. Once her plate was clean, she polished off the juice before slowly standing up and stretching herself once again. “I honestly don't think they could have said or done anything to make me leave my number. I wasn't interested in them, not for anything other than a night of just forgetting.”

Working her fingers through her hair and knots that had formed, she headed back to the door that led to the outdoor shower before pausing in the doorway. “I wanted your number because even though I knew it was wrong, I felt an immediate attraction towards you. Maybe if you had shut me down after our date, I could've been more willing to consider leaving my number. But I spent a good portion of that night still thinking about you, I felt bad because I knew they were your teammates, but I slept with them anyway. I hated that I had shut you down but couldn't shut them down. I hated it, because they weren't who I wanted.” She spoke with her back to Jason before looking over her shoulder with a soft smile.

“I'm going to get cleaned up. Thank you for getting me breakfast.” She let out a soft laugh before slipping out of the bedroom. It felt surprisingly… freeing to get that weight off of her chest. To finally have that night out in the open and to have been able to hold a normal conversation. She could have understood if he had reacted negatively, she wouldn't have blamed him at all for it. Whether he was burying down his emotions to try to keep up an image he had built over the years, she had no way of knowing, but simply holding a real conversation was cathartic enough that every ache in her body practically seemed to have vanished as she headed outside to the shower.
 

"Thank you for being honest, love. There are not many other things I could really ask of you." He curated his words carefully. There was at least one thing more that he would need to ask of her, when the time is right. But otherwise, she had been such a lady of patience with his demands, that even he felt that he needed to remind himself to give her a breather every once in a while, so that he does not end up repelling her away in the same manner that Benji was doing to her through metaphorical suffocation.

For a moment, he sympathized with her boyfriend. It must feel horrible to know the love of one's life was slipping away from them, and that there was nothing they could do to stop that from happening. But such is the cruelty of the competitiveness of the adulting world that waits for no one - it is each man for his own. And if Benji did not have ability or resolve to stay afloat in the game, he might well be better off letting himself drown instead of trying to delay the inevitable, and only prolonging his misery.

Jason soaked in all of her honest thoughts and confessions in a non-judgemental manner. For the most part, he seemed unfazed. The man was fully aware that in order to get Aliyah to be honest with him, he needed to make their relationship a conducive environment to do so. That was why he approached their conversation in an objective manner. He would have hated for Aliyah to play the constant game of white lies with him, in the way that she was stringing Benji along, just to plaster the cracks of her relationship with him. Even the captain knew that it was only a matter of time before the web of lies would start to wear and tear from the weight of burden, as the root of the issue that was causing the rageful, unsettling flood which was damaging their metaphorical floodgate, remained unaddressed. It was a disaster waiting to break lose.

"So did I feel an instant attraction to you too that day. And there is no fucking way I was ever going to shut you down even once if you asked me for a millionth time. I knew I was going to make you mine by the time our first interaction ended. And that is what I will do. So don't you dare slip away from me."

"... I will tie you down and lock you in my basement, if I have to." Jason leaned in to whisper into her ear from behind while she began to prep herself for her shower. His tone was playful. But one might not be able to shake the sense that he might have actually mean what he said. When she eventually turned on the tap to the shower, he planted a soft kiss against her right shoulder blade, before dismissing himself to allow the freshman some alone time to herself.


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The pair managed to arrive at the tattoo parlour five minutes before the appointment. It had a certain moody aura to the atmosphere, but otherwise, conducive for any artistic pursuit. The artist, which was the only person that was running the store at that moment in time, spoke with Jason about what they wished to get done. The artist himself seemed pretty young in relative terms, probably in his mid to late twenties. He had a face that was soothing to the eye, while his physique was just about slightly on the skinnier side.

Apparently, he dropped out of college and crowdfunded his passion to pursue tattoo works, according to the initial small talk. Being situated on an island that was somewhat isolated from the rest of the country, his income relied primarily on tourists like Jason and Aliyah. The private resort island however, only catered to the rich. As such, that was the clientele that he had been dealing with over the past few years. That also explained the rather exorbitant prices that he was charging to get any work done. The silver lining however, was that his portfolio display was nothing short of impressive. The signed merchandises hung on his walls that consisted of a number of big household names and celebrities was a testament to his craft and reputation.

Once Jason had explained the padlock and key couple tattoo and how he envisioned it to be done to the young man, both him and Aliyah were asked to bare their bottoms, considering how close Jason had asked for their tattoos to be near their genitals.

Jason volunteered to go first. And whilst the tattoo was small, the man still took a good forty minutes to get the job done. It was clear that his attention to detail, was top notch meticulous.

When it was time for Aliyah's turn, Jason decided he was going to stick around and watch. Confident in his form, he did not put his shorts back on. Furthermore, he figured it was good to air his fresh tattoo.

"Numbing cream?"
"No. Don't give her that."

"I will be her numbing cream."

Jason smiled, before he settled himself by the base of the black reclinable leather bed. He dragged Aliyah down to the foot of it by yanking against her ankles, then straddled the back of her knees on each side of his shoulders. The artist's eyes widened at Jason's initiative. But otherwise, he still managed to hold much of his composure. Young as he was, it felt like he had already seen his fair share of bizarreness around the island, dealing with the eccentricities of the rich, and had fairly gotten used to witnessing such. "You're gonna need to hold on to her tight, Sir."

"Oh you can trust me on that, I will." The captain's smile persisted, cordial. But Aliyah probably knew better than anyone else, that there was nothing vanilla and innocent about the soft smile that was plastered across his face. "Let's get started."

The next moment, Jason lowered himself between Aliyah's legs. His two arms, hooked around her thighs to pry them apart, keeping them spread on a deathly steel grip, before he started to paint her well used orifice with gentle licks, suctions and kisses. It was at the same time that the artist began to sink his tattoo pen into her skin no more than two inches above the tip of her slit, as he tried to reproduce the sketch that he had practiced drawing just right before he got started with Aliyah.

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