Chapter 1: The promise
This story takes place a couple of weeks after all the other adventures. Jane now awoken sexually again and in a dominant mood. used Jack for her pleasure alone. Using toys in place of the black men they had met with recently.
The velvet drapes swallowed the moonlight, leaving only the flicker of tea lights casting long, dancing shadows across the bedroom. Jasmine incense coiled thick in the warm air, sweet and heavy, clinging to skin already damp with anticipation. Jack knelt on the plush fluffy towels that Jane had ordered him to lay out on and around the bed to save the plush carpet beside their massive bed and the mattress that Jack would soon be strapped to, to protect from the lube and squirt from Jack’s repeated anal cumming that Jane would produce. Jack was utterly bare. Apart from the red jock strap that Jane favoured. The cool air raised goosebumps on his arms, a stark contrast to the heat pooling low in his belly. He kept his gaze lowered, fixed on the intricate pattern of the towel beneath his knees, focusing on the steady rise and fall of his own chest. Waiting.
Jane stood before him, a silhouette against the dim light. She wore a pair of faux leather jeans, high heels and a black Lacey top over her Victoria’s Secret underwear. Over this for now she wore a loosely belted silk robe, hiding something underneath. Her leather high heels with her toe nails painted a deep crimson, that matched her lipstick and her nails. were inches from his knees. He could smell her familiar scent beneath the jasmine candle and her clean skin, the faintest trace of her expensive Jean Paul Gaultier pour fem. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing in the quiet room, with the only other sound some very quiet and gentle background music.
Her hand descended, not gently. Fingers tangled firmly in his thick silver hair, gripping tight enough to make his scalp prickle. She tilted his head back, forcing his gaze upwards. Her eyes, dark pools in the candlelight, held his. There was no softness there now, only a focused intensity that sent a fresh tremor through him.
"Look at me," she commanded, her voice a low, resonant purr that vibrated in the stillness. It wasn't loud, but it filled the space, leaving no room for doubt.
He met her gaze fully, the familiar love in her eyes momentarily eclipsed by this new, thrilling authority. He saw the flicker of her own nerves, quickly mastered. He saw the fierce determination. He saw her.
"You belong here," she stated, her thumb brushing the hinge of his jaw. The touch was possessive, grounding. "At my feet. Where I decide what you need and give it to you"
He swallowed, the sound loud in his ears. "Yes, Jane."
A ghost of a smile touched her lips. "Good." Her grip in his hair tightened fractionally. "Tonight isn't about your pleasure first, Jack. It's about mine. About my satisfaction. About pushing you." Her gaze drifted pointedly towards the bed.
Jack followed her look. Laid out with deliberate care on the clean crisp white towels covering the bed were the tools of their exploration. Gleaming black and steel restraints, their clasps open like waiting mouths. Syringes of J-lube lubricant catching the candlelight, viscous and promising and the toys. Oh, the toys. Starting with the modest, escalating to the frankly intimidating. The first one, gleaming a deep, unnatural crimson red, was thick and smooth, resting prominently on a folded white towel. Its appearance made Jack’s breath catch. They called this one of the twins as one was for annal and they had a second identical toy, the other was for virginal that Jack used on Jane when she wanted it. He knew the progression planned. Knew where it ended. A flush, hot and undeniable, crept up his neck, spreading across his chest and down his thighs.
Jane watched the colour bloom on his skin, her own breath hitching slightly. She traced the flush with her eyes, a predator admiring its effect. "You see it," she murmured, her voice dropping even lower, becoming intimate, dangerous. "You see what waits for you."
He nodded, unable to speak, his throat tight.
"You will take it," she continued, the velvet command wrapping around him. "Every inch. Every toy I choose. You will take it all." She leaned down slightly, her breath warm against his ear. "Until I decide you’ve had enough. Until I am satisfied. Do you understand?"
The tremor became a full-body shiver. Fear and lust, yes, a sharp, bright spike of it. But beneath it, roaring louder, was a desperate, aching need to obey. To please her. To surrender completely to this woman, he loved more than breath, in this terrifying, exquisite way. His voice, when it came, was rough, scraped raw. "Yes, Goddess."
The title hung in the jasmine-scented air. Jane’s eyes flared, dark and hungry. She straightened, releasing his hair only to trail her fingers down the side of his face, over the pulse hammering in his neck, coming to rest possessively on his shoulder. Her touch burned.
"Then prove it," she whispered. Her gaze flicked back to the bed, to the monstrous red dildo glinting under the candlelight. Her fingers tightened on his shoulder, a silent command to rise. "On the bed. On your knees. Legs spread." She paused, letting the image sink in, letting him picture himself bound and exposed before that gleaming threat. "Now."
Jack moved. His limbs felt heavy, yet propelled by a current of pure, submissive adrenaline. He rose from his knees, the cool air hitting his sweat-dampened skin anew. He didn't look at Jane as he climbed onto the bed, feeling her gaze like a physical weight on his back. He climbed onto the yielding fluffy towels, the texture familiar yet suddenly alien. He lay back, the canopy above him a dark void. Slowly, deliberately, he spread his legs, exposing himself utterly. The flush deepened, staining his skin crimson from chest to groin. He stared at the ceiling, his breath coming in shallow gasps, waiting for the first touch of the restraints, the cold kiss of the lube, the impossible stretch of that first red toy. Waiting for her.
First, she bound his wrists cris crossed. The soft snick of the first restraint clasp closing around his left wrist jolted through him, cool metal against fevered skin not move his arms but his hands were directly under his head so he could still use the poppers when ordered. Jane moved with deliberate efficiency, securing his right wrist. Unwrapping a bottle of poppers and handing it to him, as she leaned in placing it in his hands, she whispered you’re going to fucking need these, slut! This made Jack’s cock twitch in the jockstrap. She caressed and slapped his cheek gently before covering his eyes with a leather blindfold.
Then without warning smacked his ass cheek hard, this brought precum to the head of Jack’s cock and a gasp of pleasurable pain from his throat. Jane then moved swiftly securing both ankles to the straps held down by the weight of the mattress, leaving him spread-eagled and utterly vulnerable on the fluffy towels. She smacked his other cheek hard. You’re all mine now slut, remember what I told you, my pleasure not yours. “Yes goddess” he replied. He heard the pop of the fisting warming lubricant pot being opened as well as the J-lube being pumped from the syringe, the sound obscenely loud in the hushed room. Cold, thick gel hit his inner thigh, making him flinch and moan with please of what was to come. Her fingers, slick with it, found him next.
"Relax," she murmured, her voice low but firm, her own breath slightly unsteady. Her touch wasn't gentle; it was purposeful, working the cool lube over his tight ring of muscle, everything started to warm up, Jane had used the warming fisting lube pressing insistently. One finger breached him, a sharp, familiar burn that quickly turned into the slick stretch as she pushed deeper, crooking it, finding that spot. Jack gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily against the restraints. "Fuck, Jane..."
"Shh," she commanded, withdrawing her finger slowly, leaving him achingly empty. "That was just the warm-up, pet." She squirted a copious amount of lube into his ring with the syringe. Then added more of the warming fisting lube with a couple of fingers. She reached for the first toy, the 8” red dildo, glistening unnaturally under the candlelight. He waited, heart hammering, as she coated it liberally with more lube, the thick strings drooling down its smooth length onto the towel beneath.
The girth of it was perfect for opening him up, as thick as three fingers at the tip and just over 4 fingers at the base, this gave about 7” that Jane could push inside him and Jack sometimes liked to suck this as she fucked him with Marcus or Tyrone, as she talked dirty to him. She positioned the slick, blunt head firmly against him, the pressure intense, unyielding. "Take a deep breath of poppers Jack. Now." He inhaled and about 5 seconds later, just as the rush hit him, she pushed.
He moaned loudly as the widest part stretched him open, the wonderful burning pressure and the rush of the poppers was just what he wanted, stealing his breath as she bottomed out in him in one solid thrust "Fuck! J-Jane.!" he gasped, the words tearing from his throat.
“My pleasure Jack, you’re my slut remember” she stated. She held it there, the pressure holding but not increasing. Her eyes snapped across the bed looking for her next tool of pleasure. Jane was waiting, then she felt it, Jack relaxed a little and pushed back, almost unnoticeable but it was there. She pushed in and pulled out almost to the tip then thrust back in again. She repeated this for the next 30 seconds or so. Jack was taking it, already in a submissive state and moaning at the pressure and intrusion of being fucked hard by his beautiful goddess.
He gulped air, forcing his body to yield against the impossible intrusion, the burning ache, without him realising the red dildo was already altering his hole ready for more. "Keep going. Please." He begged. Jane stopped, pushed in all the way, twisting it round and watching Jack squirm. She held it there, whist she prepared her next intruder. Precum dripping from his cock head, like a long thread. Jane reached up and wound her fingers around the dripping precum like she was coiling up a long thread of silk. Then used it to coat the next toy before lubing it, so she could fuck him with his own cum. She told Jack this and he moaned with lust at her dirty mind.