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Taking Her Away

Jayde was both disappointed and confused at first when she heard the women's voice. "Oh.." she said as the woman spoke of the cooking class. "I would love to" she said after a moment. She asked the woman for details and then hung up, feeling somewhat happy. She hadn't done something for herself in awhile, something that she wanted to go out and do, and she knew she would enjoy the opportunity.
 
The cooking class was in sight of Mr. Harris's building. The little old lady who ran it was delighted to meet her, and it built on what little she knew about cooking and gently coaxed her to more advanced levels. She learned a lot in the two hour class, and even had a Tupperware full of a simple stew she'd made at the end of the day. When the teacher asked her to go put some things away in the closet before she went home, Mr. Harris met her in the hallway.

"Jayde," he said. "I'm glad you came. Did you have fun?"
 
It was nice to get out and spend time away from the house, even if that time was spent with the old woman. She really did enjoy herself, and she was pleased to be able to catch on so quickly and learn so much.

As she put everything into the closet, she was surprised to see Mr. Harris. A smile spread across her lips as her eyes met his. "Yeah, it was really nice."
 
"I figured I'd come by and see how you were doing," he said, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. "I didn't expect to find you so soon though. But since we're lucky enough to have a handy closet right here, I think we shouldn't waste this little moment together. Do you?
 
Jayde settled into his arms, returning the kiss. She loved the way she felt when she saw him. It almost reminded her of when her and John first got together, but still, what she felt with Mr. Harris was stronger than that.

She smiled at his remark, nodding as she leaned in for another kiss.
 
He pulled her into the closet and hiked her skirt up. The both knew they didn't have much time. There were no orders, no tortures, not games. They didn't even fully undress. He just pulled up her dress and unzipped his pants, groping her all over, the both of them consumed in passionate fire as he pressed inside of her.
 
He didn't even have to do anything to her, she simply grew wet in anticipation of what he was going to do to her. She tried to stifle her moan as he pushed himself deep inside of her. She sighed happily, finally getting what she had been wanting.
 
He pumped in and out of her, holding her tight to his body. He kissed and nuzzled her neck, pressing her against the wall of the closet, biting into his favorite spot on her neck again.

"Did you miss me last night?" he whispered in her ear. "Did you wish it was me in the bed with you?"
 
A soft moan escaped her lips as his cock moved perfectly inside of her, his lips and teeth teasing her skin. "Yes sir.." she replied. He had no idea. The experience with John had left her needing him even more.
 
"Mm that's right," he purred in her ear. "You're not wearing you collar, are you? Where is it, by the way? You wore it home didn't you. I bet that was fun to explain to your husband. Did you forget it was there, or did you want it to stay on?

"Well I want you in it, slut. From now on keep it with you in case I decide to drop by. Is that understood?"

He started thrusting into her harder, slamming her hard against the walls of the closet.
 
Jayde had completely forgotten about the collar. Luckily, her husband hadn't paid much notice to it when she came home with it still on. "Yes sir.." she moaned, trying to contain herself as he slammed into her roughly. As he fucked her, she reached down to play with her clit.
 
She returned his kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth. She groaned slightly in pain as he grabbed her ass which was still bruised and hurting from the paddle. She jumped slightly, trying to pull he ass away from him.
 
Moving away from his hand meant thrusting her hips towards him, burying him deeper inside of her.

"Ohh," he said, when he felt himself plunge deeper into her. "I like that, slut. I think we just found a new game. I'm gonna keep that poor ass of yours bruised and red all the time; it's fun to see you begging me to stop, and it's just as much fun playing with you after."

He squeezed her ass a few more times, keeping her fucking him hard and deep with the pain.
 
As she pulled away, she felt him being pushed further into her, which she really didn't mind at all. He noticed this as well, and continued to grope her sore ass.

She begged him to stop, whimpering in pain as she tried to escape his grasp, sending his cock deeper into her tight hole.
 
"Even I've never been this deep inside of you," he hissed. "So no, I'm not going to stop. Not until you come on my cock, whore. I like to hurt you and I like to make you feel good...do you really think I'm going to stop now that I've found a game that lets me do both at once?"

He sank his fingers deep into her ass cheek.

(I dunno if you read it, but when I first wrote this post it said "I like to hurty." It may be the dumbest thing I ever wrote.)
 
"N-no.. sir." she managed to say as he dug his fingers into her tender skin. She had to bite down on her tongue to keep herself from crying out as he continued to assault her poor body.

The sensations were overwhelming, the combination of the pleasure and pain sending her over the edge. She lost control, moaning as her orgasm took over her.

(I hadn't noticed haha)
 
He came as she did, pouring his cum into her, gripping her tighter to him, his fingers clamping down on her as. He shuddered his orgasm into her as her walls tightened around him and gave a satisfied grunt.

"That was good, slut," he said, kissing her again. "Is this the meal you cooked today? Excellent. I can't wait to try it. I'll be thinking of you when I do." he kissed her one last time and left with the Tupperware.
 
Jayde brought her hand to her mouth, covering it as he came inside of her to try and keep herself from moaning too loudly. She stood leaning against the wall for support as he adjusted himself, buttoning his pants back up.

She kissed him softly, smiling slightly as he took the food she had made, hoping he would enjoy it. She felt disappointed when he left, wishing that she could go with him, but she knew that it wasn't possible. She would only be able to stay from home so often without John becoming suspicious.

Honestly, she wasn't sure how he hadn't figured anything out yet. She pulled her dress back down and pulled her underwear up, feeling his cum leaking onto them. She went and paid the woman for the class and made her way home reluctantly.
 
Another simple, boring night passed by with her husband. She had never realized how plain their life was until she became involved with Mr. Harris. It was the same thing almost every night. John came home, cooked something distasteful, they relaxed for awhile, and went to bed.

The next morning, she didn't even bother to get out of bed to go say good bye to her husband like she usually did in the mornings. What was the point? After awhile, she urged herself to get out of bed and get ready for the day.

After making her way downstairs, she found herself dialing Mr. Harris' number on her cell phone.
 
"Hello," he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. "It hasn't even been twenty four hours yet. I guess you really are addicted...hold on, let me get somewhere private."

There were sounds of motion on the other end of the line.

"There we go. Now, whore, I'm afraid there's no way I could see you today, as happy as I am to hear your voice."
 
Jayde had never really felt lonely when her husband wasn't around. She always found something to do to occupy herself, but now that she was home alone, all she wanted was company. Preferably Mr. Harris.

She had smiled when she heard his voice, but that smile immediately faded as he told her it would be impossible to see her. "When can you?"
 
"Oh it might be a while," he said. "But maybe we can do something else. I know you've got a computer at home, what with your husband stealing it and all, and I think it has a webcam on it. Why don't you go and get it all set up, and put your collar on? I'm alone in my office, we'll see what you're willing to do to substitute for my cock."
 
She knew that she was in too deep when she felt the disappointment flood over her. Every time she saw him, she just wanted more. How was she ever going to get out of this? Each day she found herself wanting Mr. Harris more and John less.

"Yes sir." she told him, knowing it wouldnt be as good as actually being with him, but better than nothing.
 
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