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Taking Her Away

"Yes sir." she said with a slight amount of uncertainty. Cooking wasn't something she did often, she usually left that to John. Speaking of John.. she knew he would be wondering where she was by now, wondering why she wasn't home yet.

Again, she felt that small pang of guilt, but still it wasn't enough to influence her decision.

Sighing, she allowed John to be pushed out of her mind as she kissed Mr. Harris, pressing her lips to his as his hands moved over her body.
 
He lead her into a bathroom just off his bedroom and adjusted the water so it was nice and warm. He stepped into the shower with her, water cascading down their bodies, outlining his chest, her breasts. She couldn't help but notice that there were manacles on short chains hanging from the wall of the shower opposite the show head, but he didn't say anything about them.

"Wash me off," he said, handing her a shower sponge. "It's your fault I'm so dirty anyway, being such a needy slut."
 
She stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to relax her aching body. It took her a minute, but as she glanced around, she noticed the chains on the wall. She looked over at him with a look of curiosity, but he said nothing about them, and instead commanded her to wash him.

"Yes sir" she said, taking the sponge from him and applying soap to it. She ran the sponge over his body, covering him in the suds. She dropped to her knees so she could wash his legs, gathering a bit of soap in her hand and using it to slowly stroke his cock, cleaning it.
 
"Mmm, so obedient," he said as she ran her warm, soapy hands all over his cock. "What was it, less than two days ago I ordered you to suck my cock and it made you cry? Look at you now. That'd good, slut. Now get up. It's your turn."

He took the soapy sponge from her and gave her a quick kiss. He gently lifted her hands and closed them into the manacles. There was enough room to turn her around, and he began washing her back, sliding the sponge down to her bruised, beaten ass.

"Look at what I did to you," he said, giving the bruises a quick squeeze. "It must hurt."
 
Jayde blushed as he spoke, taking it his realization. Before, the thought of his cock had sickened her, and now she practically worshipped it.

She stood up, the helpless feeling washing over her yet again as he secured her hands.

She felt relaxed as he moved the sponge over her, gently washing her body. She jumped as the sponge brushed against her sore ass, whimpering as he squeezed it. It did hurt, and she wasn't exactly sure how to explain to John without him questioning her.
 
He turned her back around and began to wash her front, starting at her neck, sliding down her breasts, over her belly and between her legs. He kept their faces close together, just short of a kiss.

When it was done, he pulled the detachable shower head off the wall and washed the soap off the front of her. Then he suddenly pulled her close to him, his hard cock pessed against her, and placed the shower head at the opening to her pussy.
 
Jayde stared longingly at his lips, wanting them pressed against hers as he slowly washed her body, moving gently over her skin with the sponge.

She felt herself growing wet as his hard cock pressed against her, teasing her. She shifted uncomfortably as he pressed the shower head at her pussy, squirming against the restraints.
 
"Struggle," he said. "Fight. Try to get away. And you'll find there's nothing you can do."

He pressed the shower head up into her pussy, the metal pressed into her, the water pouring into her and cascading out of her cunt as he pulled their bodies together and kissed her.
 
She tried to relax, letting his kiss calm her. She hoped that if she remained still and took what he gave her, he would remove the shower head.

She stared up at him helplessly,trying not to move to much.
 
Jayde groaned as he moved it inside of her, the metal moving roughly against her. It wasn't an enjoyable feeling in anyway, she she stared at him desperately, hoping he would remove it.

"No sir." she responded quickly, wanting it out of her. "Your cock." she begged.
 
"Mmm, alright," he said, pulling the shower head out of her. "But I'll remember the shower head if you ever make me mad. Now come here..."

He slammed her against the wall of the shower and pushed his cock inside of her, filling her up with it again as he began to fuck her for the third time. He put the shower head back in it's cradle, letting the water wash over both of them as he fucked her.
 
Jayde had no intentions of making him mad. Not on purpose at least. All she wanted to do was please him, as and long as they kept this up, thats what she planned on doing.

Relief washed over her as he removed the shower head, moaning as he replaced it with his cock. No matter how many times he fucked her, it always felt amazing.
 
He loved that little moan. That slutty little moan. How long had she been married to that loser? How long since someone had come to really satisfy her?

It wasn't like the last two times they fucked. It was fast and dirty, riding both of them to full, strong orgasms. When it was done he let his cock slide out of her again and kissed her, unbuckling the shackles.

"There we go," he said. "Now cook me breakfast. Everything you need is in the kitchen."
 
She thanked him as he finished and pulled out of her. She loved feeling completely satisfied after he fucked her. That never happened with John.

Wandering into the kitchen, Jayde began to prepare the food. She didn't make anything too extravagant, but she made a decent amount, making sure there was plenty of variety for him.
 
He walked downstairs dressed for work and found her setting the table. He sat down and took a bite.

"This is very good," he said. "Come on, sit down, eat. You made enough for both of us. You're not a very confident cook, though, are you? Looks like you have talent for more than sucking cock. There's a cooking class just down the street from the office. You should go."
 
Jayde smiled at the compliment, taking a seat next to him after she got a plate for herself. "I hardly ever cook," she said with a slight laugh. Cooking was the one thing John actually did around the house, although she wasn't sure why. He had never been very good at it.

She considered what he said. A cooking class was something she would've shown interest in before, but now she rarely was able to do things for herself.
 
"You'll be cooking any time you stay with me," he said. "And I hope that will be often. I'll expect you to be good at it, whore. I like to get what I'm paying for. And you shouldn't waste the talents you were born with. It's like the loser has been trying to keep you locked up in a box; keep you from...I don't know. But you're an amazing woman, Jayde. Take the cooking class. For me."
 
She sighed, realizing that what he said was true. She wasn't sure why, but John did seem to keep her locked up, kept away from everyone else. They had only been married for two years, together for almost 4, but in that short amount of time, her dreams seemed to have gone down the drain. There were so many things she had wanted to do, but John seemed to keep her on a leash, not letting her ideas stretch too far.
 
He finished his breakfast and wiped his mouth.

"That was wonderful," he said. He reached into is pocket and placed another fat roll of bills for her on the table. "I believe your clothes are all over the living room. I'll call a cab to come and take you home on my way to work. Don't hesitate to call me if you want to spend time with me again. Clean the kitchen up before you leave."

He gave her a kiss and headed for the door.
 
Jayde hugged him tightly as he kissed her, not wanting to let go. She smile slightly, thanking him as he walked out the door. She wished that John could make her feel that way that he did.

Sighing, she went back to the kitchen and cleaned up the mess. After getting redressed, she walked out to the driveway where the cab was already waiting for her. She hoped that John would already be on his way to work when she got home.
 
When she got home, John was indeed already at work, and he didn't return until the end of work that day. When he got home, he saw her and his face lit up.

"Honey," he said happily. "I'm glad to see you. I'm sorry you got angry last night, did you have a good time? And which of the girls talked you into wearing a collar? It looks nice."
 
As soon as Jayde returned home, she sat down on the couch and fell asleep. Though she had gotten a considerable amount the night before, she was still tired after everything that had went on.

She didn't wake up until she heard John coming in the door. Sitting up, her eyes fluttered open, smiling weakly as he walked in. He seemed much happier to see her than she was to see him.

Her face turned bright red as he pointed out the collar. "Um.. truth or dare." she said with a laugh. "You know how that goes." she smiled slightly, reaching to unclasp it.
 
"Oh," he said. "I thought it didn't look like the kind of thing you'd usually wear. Well I hope you had a good time, but I'm glad I've got you back. Why don't I whip up some pasta for dinner? Maybe we can have a nice romantic evening finally. It's been a long time hasn't it? I bet we could both use a little TLC from each other."
 
She nodded in response, trying to act as happy as he was. She felt bad. She felt guilty that she could so easily hurt him, and then act so coldly around him. Sighing, she tried to put on a happy act. Maybe if she gave him a chance, she could enjoy herself.
 
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