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Taking Her Away

The next morning, she could hear John getting ready. He slammed everything around, intentionally being loud. Like she had the day before, she didn't even bother getting out of bed. She ignored him, he ignored her.

She was still in bed when the phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, part of her wanted to just let it ring, but the other part couldn't resist him. She was upset for what he had made her go through, but in the end, she couldn't stay away.

Less than thirty minutes later, she was showered, dressed, and on her way to his house.
 
He met her at the door of his house with a warm smile. She wasn't wearing her collar; he wondered if she'd brought it. He could tell she was irritated. He pulled her to him and gave her a kiss.

"You're mad at me," he said. "Well how about I try to make it up to you today, you know I'm good for it. What did happen after I cut off the camera? Did he rise to the occasion?
 
She decided not to return the smile when she walked in, wanting her irritation to show. She softened a little after the kiss, looking up at him.

"Well.. before I just had a husband who couldn't please me. Now I have one that doesn't talk to me either." she said bitterly, recalling the events of the night after he had found her bound by the tape.
 
"Well," he said, leading her inside, "I have to say if I cared very much about whether John was happy, I wouldn't be fucking his wife. But as for last night, between the two of us we offered you up to him on a silver platter. And when the moment came, he wasn't up to it, and he got snippy. That's hardly my fault. And it's not yours either.

"Now. How about you show off some of your cooking class skills for me for lunch, and then I show you what I would have done in the same situation? So you can compare, you know."
 
Jayde followed him into the kitchen, gathering the things she needed to make the two of them lunch. She worked silently as she prepared the food, looking over at him occasionally.

"I don't know what to do." she said after a few minutes. After pausing for a moment, she continued. "About John." Ever since she had become involved with Mr. Harris, things with her husband had just gone downhill, and she knew that if this continued, things would only get worse. She wasn't willing to give the affair up though.
 
"Well," he said, "I, personally, am having a whale of a time fucking a married slut. It ads a wonderful level of obscenity to the whole thing, don't you think so? But I think you're looking at the problem the wrong way.

"You currently have two men in your life. Both of them want to control you. The real difference is that John says "aw honey, why," and I just tell you to get on your fucking knees and start sucking.

"So that having been said; what do you want to do about john?"
 
"Is there a right way to look at it?" she asked doubtfully. She loved John, but the more time she spent with Mr. Harris, she realized that the two of them really weren't as compatible as she had originally thought.

"I don't know.." she said, continuing to prep the food. "I'm just not happy."
 
He stood up and walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her on the cheek and holding her affectionately to him.

"I don't like to see you unhappy," he said. "I like to see you suffering, when I'm the one inflicting it, but not unhappy. So forget him today. Like you did the first time, when you sucked me off. This day isn't for him, it's for me and you. So focus on me and you, and worry about him tomorrow. Alright?"
 
Jayde leaned back against him, immediately feeling comforted by his touch. She smiled slightly as he kissed her cheek, loving how he could make everything better so effortlessly. "Yes sir"
 
"Good girl," he said, giving her ass an affectionate squeeze before going back to wait for her to finish their lunch. "Oh, did I tell you slut? The stew you cooked was absolutely delicious. I was actually sad when it was gone. Didn't I tell you going to that cooking class was a good idea? You really do have talent."
 
"Thank you." she said, gladly accepting the compliment. He had been right. Not only was she good at it, but it turned out to be something that she had enjoyed, and without him she probably wouldn't have ever realized it.

As she finished up, she got two plates ready and served him his food, taking a seat next to him after getting some for herself.
 
He smiled at her as he took the first bite.

"This is amazing," he said. "I should have you cook for me a lot more often. I can't cook half this well."

He wasn't leading her on; he was legitimately impressed. In fact, his original decision to fuck John's wife had come from his simple urge to dominate; to do things that harmed people he saw as challenging him or, if he was honest, just because he could. Deep down, he knew he wasn't a very nice man.

But his goals had changed. No, not changed; been added too. Now he legitimately enjoyed Jayde's company. Liked having her nearby, like seeing her happy with him and seeing her weeping at his feet. He had been attracted to her instantly; to his great surprise he was starting to care for her.

Which made him want to spend more time with her...and increased his urge to crush John's life. And a definite part of that plan would include making Jayde Cooper into Jayde Harris before he was through.
 
"Glad you like it." she told him as she took a bite. It felt nice knowing that he complimented her and truly meant what he said. John did compliment her, but she felt like he did it because he felt obligated to, not because he actually meant it.

The more time she spent with Mr. Harris, the closer to him she felt. This was the complete opposite of what she had expected. At first, she had hated him, but now she could honestly say that she cared about him. For the first time in several years, she actually felt like she was important, needed.
 
When the meal was done he sat back with a satisfied look on his face.

"This is after one class?" he said. "Absolutely fantastic. I can't wait to see what happens after the second class. By the third you'll probably be qualified to cater a whole wedding.

"But now," he leaned in, "I believe I was going to get my turn to play the little game I left for the idiot we aren't mentioning last night. There's duct tape and clothespins in that drawer over there; get them and come into the living room with me. And please, if you brought it, put your collar on for me."
 
"If you say so." she said laughing, taking his plate and putting it in the dishwasher.

She turned to him and smiled as he told her they were going to continue there game. She knew she would enjoy it much more today now that she was with him and not John. He would do all the right things to drive her crazy, give her both pleasure and pain.

As he walked into the living room, she took the collar out of her purse, putting it on and grabbing the items he requested.
 
This time he didn't make her tie herself up; he ordered her to strip, then did it himself, tying her wrists and ankles in duct tape, placing the clothespins on her sensitive areas. He say back and left her there for a minute for her body's circulation to adjust to the clothespins.

"So," he said after a moment, "this is what I come in on; this tasty little slut, all tied up with clothespins on her. Let's see now....the VERY first thing I do is this."

He reached out to one of the clothespins on her and slid it off. Slowly. Very, very slowly. Instead of the sharp, sudden pain that was quickly over, she received the same burst from each patch of skin he uncovered as he slid the clothespin off of her. It took him a few seconds, and god knows how many bursts of pain to her tit, for the first clothespin to come off.
 
Jayde stood silently as he began to bound her with the tape. She both excited and scared at the same time, knowing that he would please her, but inflict pain on her at the same times.

Unlike she had done with John, she didn't try to hold back her cries. She whimpered in pain, trying to resist the urge to pull back from his as he removed the clothespin agonizingly slow.
 
The first clothespin popped off her nipple with a snapping sound and he threw it aside, leaning down and placing a gently kiss on her tortured nipple.

"See?" he said. "This is a much better game. Taking everything nice and slow."

He slid the second clothespin off her other nipple, the whole time nuzzling and hissing her neck, holding her bound form to him as he pulled it painfully from her skin. Then he reached down and started to slide the clothespin from her clit.

"And again," he said, as the clothespin slid along her sensitive skin, "I've got you helpless and begging and all to myself. I really do love this game."
 
Jayde flinched slightly as he moved down and kissed her tender nipple. She tried to let his lips at her neck relax her as he pulled the second one off, but all her mind could focus on was the pain.

She took a deep, shaky breath as he moved down to her clit, knowing that this would be much painful than the removal of the other two. Tears began to form as she tried to hold back a cry, groaning from the pain as he slowly slid the pin off of her.
 
The pain only got worse as he slowly removed the pin from her clit. She cried out in pain as he tugged slowly, tears running down her cheeks.
 
"Oh, that's like music," he said as the clothespin snapped off of her clit. Her smiled down at her bound, tormented form.

"Now," he said slowly. "I suppose you want my cock. I don't know, slut, I did say I'd punish you for losing the game. Maybe you don't really need my cock today."

(whatever it says I'm online. I have to do something on another device and my wireless router died, so I'm on the phone.)
 
Jayde stood, shaking slightly as the clothespin finally came off. She took a few deep breaths, trying to regain her composure.

Hadn't the clothespins been a good enough punishment? "Please sir.." she said, looking up at him with a hopeful look in her eyes. Even though it had only been a couple of days, she needed his cock.
 
She spread her legs as his hand moved over her pussy, feeling herself get wet as he began to rub it slowly.

She would go crazy if he didn't give her his cock, especially if he kept teasing her like this. "I need it" she whined.
 
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