Part 77 (2/2)

She looked up, unsure of what else I might want from her.

”What do you want, truly? You can include Christi if you want. If she wants.”

Jane took a deep breath. It looked as though she'd made a decision that she wasn't sure that she wouldn't regret. She let her breath out slowly and spoke.

”You know what I'm like. Right?”

I thought about it. ”Stubborn. Strong willed. Caring.” I smiled at her.

”And m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic. No matter how much I hate it,” she continued.

I nodded slowly.

”I might never get another chance to experience this. Being completely in someone else's control. Let's face it, I'm unlikely to discover this on the real timeline. Right? Not safely anyway.”

I nodded again, slowly. I was getting aroused just antic.i.p.ating her request. I had a feeling I knew what it was going to be, though not the specifics.

She turned slowly to Christi. ”Christi? Honey? I know how you feel about him. I won't ask if you don't want me to.”

Christi lowered her blonde head and stared at the floorboards for a moment. She took a deep breath. She obviously knew what Jane was talking about, even if I hadn't figured it out yet.

”It's alright. I don't mind,” she attempted a smile, not completely succeeding, but close enough.

Jane nodded her thanks to Christi and turned back to me. She pulled against the handcuffs on her wrists.

”I. I want to be your slave. One last time. I want to put myself in your hands. I want to be taken,” she s.h.i.+vered slightly at the words coming from her pretty lips. ”I. I don't care what you do to me, but I only ask not to hurt me more than I can take. You know where that is better than I.”

Tears began to form in her eyes. I watched as she struggled to will them away. Her strength prevailed as I watched the tears recede. Her mind was at war with her body again. But she knew that her mind had lots of time to win on the main timeline. She might never experience what her body wanted ever again.

It took me a moment to respond. I have to admit that I wasn't completely surprised by this, but nevertheless I had never been sure if she would ever accept this part of herself that I saw so clearly.

”Are you sure, Jane?”

”I'm sure,” her voice became a little stronger.

”Do you want s.e.x to be involved?” I just wanted to be clear what her intent was.

”I ... if you want it, I am going to be your willing slave. I'm not sure I have a choice.”

I swallowed. This wasn't the answer I wanted.

”No. Do you want s.e.x to be involved?” I asked her again.

She thought about it for a moment. I had never taken her, never forced her into s.e.x. At least with me.

She licked her lips. ”Yes,” she answered simply. When I didn't say anything she continued softly. ”What is the point of being all hot and bothered if I don't get to climax?”

I nodded slowly.

She whispered again, ”You can't tell right now, but I already am. Hot and bothered.”

I looked up at her. Her breathing was heavier than normal, but with the dress between her skin and I, I couldn't see the other outward signs of her arousal. If they were even there. I took her word for it. For now.

”Would you like Christi to be involved in this?” I asked slowly.

Jane nodded slowly, almost shyly.

I didn't want to offer Christi's services if she had an objection. I had a funny feeling that she wouldn't, especially considering the circ.u.mstances. I turned to Christi, a look of questioning on my face. Christi nodded slowly, giving her permission for me to include her. If I ordered her, she wouldn't have a choice. She knew that. But this was no longer about my control over them, and I think that Christi sensed that. If she'd objected, I wouldn't have forced the issue.

”Who am I?” I gently asked Jane.

Her eyes clouded for a moment as she considered her answer. Then, as naturally as if she was in church, she slipped off the windowsill and sank to her knees on the hardwood, the black fabric of her gown flowing around her feminine form. Her bound hands rested easily between her kneeling thighs; she was no longer twisting in her restraints.

She spoke clearly but quietly, looking up at me.

”You ... are my Master.”

Chapter 125.

I rose from my chair. Leaving Jane kneeling on the floor, I approached Christi. She looked up at me as I approached, her blue eyes boring into me.

She remained seated, so I ended up towering over her. She held my eyes with her own and licked her lips.

”Just because I've agreed to help you with Jane doesn't mean I've given up my wish.”

I was aware of that, but I thought that given her position, her words were a bit s.p.u.n.ky.

”You would have helped if I'd told you to anyway. I haven't let you go yet.”

She flushed a little, but lowered her eyes at my words.

I smiled, having gotten the desired effect. I continued more gently. ”I haven't forgotten you. I'm still going to give you whatever you want. Just tell me when the time is right. Fair enough?”

She looked back up, a smile curling her lips. She had a secret. She knew exactly what she wanted, and I didn't. And she didn't have to tell me. I wasn't going to punish her until she told me her secret. Her life was changing, and even I was finding it difficult to keep her in the slave role. Especially as she sat there, looking up at me with those irresistible eyes. She was still wearing that sweater and the tight jeans that would have looked more at home on Jane. The only concession to her role as mine was the handcuffs adorning her wrists, that she couldn't remove. Nevertheless, she looked spectacular. She should have been a model.

”What?” she asked in confusion, not understanding why I was staring at her.

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