A Reunion Ch. 03

She was humming to herself as she made her way downstairs. Reaching the living room, she saw that Jason was on the computer. She held back a chuckle when she noticed that he could barely concentrate on what he was reading.

"Getting some good information there, hon?" she asked, startling him. She was standing behind him, her hands on his shoulders.

"Uh, yeah. Some of this sounds like fun." In his mind, he was the one dominating her.

"Time's up for today. Get ready to go; I'm taking you toy shopping, hon," she smiled as she stepped back. When he got up, he made no effort to hide his arousal. He stepped toward her, wanting to take her in his arms and kiss her. He wanted to prove to her that he was better than Jack. She backed away from him, shaking her head. "We're leaving. We don't have time, and you don't get to choose what happens when. I come to you when I want you, Jason, not the other way around." She was going to have to fight him off the whole time he was there.

"You're kidding, right?" She shook her head, and with that, he went to go change.

She was sitting on the couch when Jack came downstairs. He sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap.

"I thought you were leaving, babe."

"I had to fight him off first. I'm no mistress, Jack; what if he sees that?"

He kissed her softly. "You'll do fine, love. Now, how about I help take your mind off it by being really mean?" He caught her attention knowing that curiosity was a weakness of hers. She was wearing a pair of black lycra pants with her corset boots. The pants were perfect for what he was planning. As they kissed, he slid his hand down her pants, knowing she would be wet. As he began to finger her, the kiss became more intimate, and soon, he had her moaning. That was the scene Jason walked in on: Jack's hand down her pants, and her rocking her hips for him. Even when he cleared his throat, they didn't stop. Both of them heard him, but neither gave him a second thought. He tried again, and still nothing.

"Mistress." Nothing. "Mistress!" They were ignoring him. Jack had her very close to an orgasm now, and his mouth moved to her neck where he began to nibble and suck. No longer were her moans muffled. "Mistress Kat!" he yelled, and that's when Jack stopped. Still, neither of them acknowledged Jason.

"Think of this as a reminder to hurry home," Jack whispered loud enough for Jason to hear. "I promise I'll have you screaming once you're home." Giving her one last kiss, he set her back on the couch and disappeared into another room.

She was dazed from the teasing. As much as she knew he liked to keep her aroused, he had never done anything like this before. It caused a shiver to go through her and excited her even more. Finally, she noticed Jason, who was standing there in shock. Either what he just witnessed caused his arousal to return or he hadn't been able to get rid of it. She stood and fixed her clothes. "Are you ready to go?"

Her voice snapped him back to reality. How could she act like nothing happened, lick he didn't walk in on them? "Um, I can finish what he started for you." He just wanted her.

"Oh, I'm fine. Jack will take care of me once I get back. He just enjoys knowing that while I'm shopping, I'm dripping wet and thinking about all the wicked things he might do to me when I get home." She was loving the expression on his face. She decided to go on once they were in the car. "What's even more fun is when he goes shopping with me. I don't know how many times we've fucked or gotten each other off one way or another in many stores." The thing was, she was being honest. Whenever she went clothes shopping, Jack loved going with her, insisting she try on several different things. The way he devoured her with his eyes always excited her.

"So, why isn't he going with you now?" And why was she telling him all of this? Why would she fuck Jack and not him? Then again, didn't she tell him that Jack was going to come first with her? Nothing was making any sense.

"Because we're going toy shopping for you, sweetie. I figured we'd buy some whips, paddles, riding crops, maybe even an anal plug or two for you." She had to fight back the laugh as his eyes widened. "Trust me, Jason. You'll grow to love them...even the strap on I have...and maybe we could get you some anal beads too." The reality of it was that she didn't own a strap on or very many toys. What she was really shopping for was things she and Jack could use on each other. Anything else she bough for Jason would remain unopened as long as she could return it. She could see he was already worried about his "virginity." Maybe she really would buy him an anal plug. Hmmm, now that could be fun. What would be even more fun is if he was turned on by it. As she drove on the highway, thinking about all of this, her hand drifted between her legs, and she began to play with herself through her pants.

Jason was wondering what he had gotten himself into. "Do you think maybe we could skip the whops and....the....riding...." his voice trailed off as he watched her hand disappear between her legs. His eyes were glued to her as he watched her pet herself, and he began to inch closer. He wanted his hand to replace hers, and he was going to try sliding his into her pants.

Without even looking at him, she said, "Don't even think about it." Her hand was back on the wheel as if nothing had ever happened. They were almost there. As she parked, she noticed that he was still very much aroused. She couldn't help but smile, wondering if he'd want to calm down before going in. Granted, what he wanted didn't matter to her. Over the weekend, she had managed to grow cold to him by remembering how much he hurt her, remember how long she hurt for. He may have missed her, but he didn't care for her as much as she did him. He wouldn't have kept away when he got letter after letter asking for a reason why. It might have taken him a little while before he realized that he fucked up, but that didn't matter to her. She was good to him while they were together, but she wasn't going to do that again. She wasn't about to let him fuck her over again, not after she moved on and was happy. She was happy with Jack. He was good to her, and he loved her. They were a perfect match. Turning off the car, she turned and looked at him. He was staring out the window, almost as if lost in thought. Softly, she said, "Let's go, Jason. We're here." She lightly touched him arm, wanting his attention.

He slowly turned to her. Couldn't she tell? Was she really going to make him going out like this? Did she care? He sighed and opened the door, waiting for her to get out. When she walked over to his side of the car, he walked with her towards the shop. Why was he allowing her to put him through all of this? Did being with her mean that much to him? At this point, he didn't know what he really wanted. It had been so long since he had been with someone. Maybe that was the problem. As they walked into the store, no one even looked twice at him. He felt like he was being choked by the collar, and he longed to take it off, but he know he couldn't. It would hurt her...or piss her off, and he didn't want to do either. He was slowly breaking inside. Maybe this is what it meant to submit to someone. They had to break you and then mold you into who they wanted you to be. He shrugged the thought away because it really didn't matter to him. Nothing mattered to him but getting her away from Jack and back to him again. He knew he would be able to get her away from Jack. He had done it before, and he could do it again...whether or not it was going to be a challenge to him.

They walked around the shop together, and she left him alone in one of the sections to pick out a few things that appealed to him most. Nothing did. She really did have to leave him in the anal department, didn't she? She walked off on her own, talking to the girl at the cash register. As long as what she bought was in a sealed package and remained that way, she could return it. That meant if she wanted a whip or a riding crop...well, she could deal with keeping those around the house. She liked the look of whips anyway. When she was done, she went to go check up on Jason. He was still looking, so she walked off to go choose a few things for herself. By the time she was done, she had two different paddles, a nice, thick whip, and two different riding crops, along with some other toys for herself. As she walked toward him, his eyes widened as he saw everything she had. She walked by him, dropping every thing off at the register and made her way back to him again. Neither of them said a word to each other as she picked out a few objects for him. His eyes stayed on her the entire time. He really didn't want to see what she was picking out and what she was planning to use on him. He held back a shudder as he walked with her to the register. Every thing was packed up after she paid, and he took the bags, holding the door open for her as they walked out.

The trip home was uneventful. He just wasn't sure what to say to her. What could he say after seeing every thing she held in her hands? Was she planning on practicing with that whip before she used it on him? Did she already know how to use it? He was terrified at the thought of what could happen, of the marks she could leave on him. Could she really start with something so severe? Or was it only to be used as punishment, and if so, had he done something that bad already? Too many thoughts were racing through his head as she drove. His eyes remained watching everything whir by. He couldn't do this. They would seriously need to talk about limits.

Her mind was full of images, and she had pretty much forgotten that Jason was in the car with her. In her mind, Jack was testing out the paddle on her, then the riding crop. She shivered, not being able to wait to show him their new toys. She had been wanting to experiment for a long time, but only recently had she told him about her desires. He was more than happy to try everything out that she had in mind which made her ecstatic. Although, she couldn't help but wonder if that was the only reason he gave in. She wanted them both to be happy and at ease with everything going on. Forcing him to do something just because he thought it would make her happy wouldn't have the same effect. She would know when she showed him what she bought. His face would tell her everything.

Only when she pulled into the driveway was she torn away from her thoughts. She looked over at Jason and found him lost in thought. He was tugging at his collar, and she knew that he hated wearing it – especially out in public. That didn't matter to her; she was trying to make him uncomfortable. Still, they didn't say a word to each other when they got out of the car and entered the house. She took the bags from him, and almost as if on cue, Jack walked in. She smiled at him, and they disappeared together, leaving Jason alone.

"Before I forget, Jason, the computer's yours for the rest of the day. Have fun," she smiled and waved and disappeared up the stairs.

Jason knew what they were up to. He knew that the sounds would drive him mad with desire. He knew this was a form of torture on him. Still, he sat at the desk and began to read, knowing that the stories wouldn't help his problem, knowing he would want release. She was going to drive him crazy by the end of his vacation.

As soon as they were in their bedroom, Jack gathered her in his arms, kissing her. "Tell me about the trip," he whispered as he nibbled on her ear. She told him every detail and about what was going through her mind. Jack never left her thoughts as she shopped.

"I couldn't wait to get back home," she said softly when she was done. He already had her stripped down to her panties and bra. They kissed again, her hands exploring him, her body calling out to him, and then, he pulled away.

"I want to see what you bought." She showed him what she "bought" for Jason first, explaining that she'd return them later. His smile grew as she got to her own toys, and his eyes widened at the whip.

"We don't have to use this, but I would like to keep it. There's just something about it that draws me to it," she said softly, the scent of new leather filling up the room.

Without another word, he rose from the bed, walking to one of the dressers. He pulled out her collar and restraints and locked them into place. He felt her shiver each time a lock was closed. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her to him, kissing her. "Wait here," he growled, watching her shiver again. Desire clouded her eyes as she remained on the bed, anxiously awaiting his return.

Jack made his way back to the living room. As she showed him their new toys, he couldn't help picture using them on her. She drove him wild, and he loved her all the more for it. As he reached the living room, he realized that he forgot to blindfold her. He would do it when he restrained her. She always looked so beautiful with her collar and restraints on. He knew she loved it as much as he did. There were days where he'd come home from work to find her already collared. She loved it when he took control over her, although they never did take on the Dom/sub roles fully. All they did was enjoy each other, but tonight would be different. He had been planning this all day, knowing she'd enjoy it. The fact that she played with herself in the car just gave him a "reason" other than wanting to. Let Jason get a taste of what it's like to be a submissive. Jack knew how much she could take; he knew her body as well as the sound she made. Jason was at the computer when he reached the room.

"Jason," he waited until he looked at him. "Your Mistress has given her permission for you to join us."

"Um, okay." What the hell did that mean?

"Follow me," was all he said before he turned away and went back upstairs. Jack didn't wait for him. Why should he?

Jason hurried to close everything until he saw Jack walking up the stairs. Shouldn't he have been waiting for him if she had sent him for him? He left every thing as it was and hurried up the stairs after him. He didn't want to keep her waiting if she wanted him. Soon, he was right behind Jack, and when they reached the bedroom, he was shocked at what he saw. She was sitting on the bed wearing a collar and restraints. She was also in nothing but her bra and a thong. She was sitting straight, her eyes focused on the wall in front of her. His eyes devoured her, but he had to wonder why she was waiting as she was, dressed like she was.

Jack walked to her, his hand caressing her cheek. "Very good, my pet. You didn't move an inch." He grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back, and kissing her. Her moan was muffled, but Jason still heard it. Her hands were folded in her lap, and she didn't move, except to return Jack's kiss. It was almost right out of one of the stories he had been reading, as if he was watching it come to life. So, what was his role in all of this? "I've got a surprise for you, love. Are you ready?" Jack's voice cut into his thoughts.

"Yes, Sir. Anything for you, Sir," she replied eagerly.

Jason watched as she moved onto all fours as Jack cuffed her wrists to the headboard, as he slid the blindfold over her eyes. When did her bra disappear? He watched as Jack pulled off her thong, leaving her nude and completely exposed. Was he supposed to take her like this? He hardened even more at the thought. Taking control over her would be fun. As he went to move closer, Jack stopped him.

"You are here to watch, nothing more. You are to obey her rules and refrain from touching yourself. You are not allowed to interrupt us in any way, nor can you leave. These are the requests from your Mistress." Jack turned back to her, caressing her ass, teasing her by keeping her on the edge. "You've been a very bad girl today, haven't you, my pet?"

She moaned as he lightly smacked her ass. "Yes, Sir, I have."

"Would you mind sharing what it was that you did wrong?" Again, another light smack on her ass, causing her to moan again.

"Playing with myself after specifically being told not to and almost bringing myself to an orgasm." She bit down on her lip, waiting.

"For how long?"

"I'm not sure, Sir. I lost track of time," she said softly.

"Guess," he demanded.

"Half an hour? Almost the entire way there." She was squirming, wanting anything that he would give her.

Jack took the paddle in hand and tested it out. They both watched her jump at the sound. Her breathing was heavy, and she was already dripping wet. Next, Jack tested out the riding crop. He would definitely have to use both. Without a word of warning, the paddle came down on her ass.

"One, Sir. Thank you, Sir, may I please have another?" she moaned out. He spread them out over her ass until it was giving off heat and a beautiful shade of red. She counted out until he stopped at twenty.

"How's that feel, love?" he whispered right next to her ear, making her shiver.

"Really, really good," she moaned.

"I'm not done yet, sweet." He tilted her head in his direction and kissed her. "I love you," he whispered soft enough for only her to hear before kissing her again. "Jason, come here."

Jason had been watching Jack paddle her with his jaw on the ground the whole time. Each smack made him jump, and he wondered why she was moaning. Didn't it hurt? The redness of her ass had told him that it had to. When Jack called him over, he didn't hesitate. He no longer thought she had Jack wrapped around her finger. He knew who was in control.

"Feel how hot she is, but don't touch her. You can feel the heat radiating from her ass." He reached down, running his finger along her slit, causing her to moan and squirm and try to impale herself on his fingers. "Look how wet she is already. See how much she enjoys it? Love, behave; we're not done yet." He withdrew his fingers, and she stilled as best as she could. One look and Jason was retreating to his chair, still in shock. Jack was loving this. "Count," he demanded as he began striking the riding crop on her thighs and still tender ass. She counted and still begged for another. When he was done, she was trembling, so close to an orgasm. There were ten marks altogether on her, and he spread lotion on her, soothing her skin.

"Please, Jack," she begged, and again, he smacked her ass. "I'm sorry, Sir. Please, Sir, I need more."

"Patience is a virtue, pet." He was placing kisses down her back. As he moved lower, his fingers teased her opening, causing her to moan. As he slipped his fingers inside, he felt her clenching on him, almost as if to keep him there. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, causing another moan. His eyes landed on the riding crop. Did he dare? Jack smiled to himself as he picked it up and let it idly slide up and down her slit. She was rocking her hips, wanting more. She was biting down on her lip, trying to lead it to caress her clit, but Jack never let it linger long enough. He slowly slid the handle inside her, causing her to cry out. As he gently thrust it in and out, he reminded her that she wasn't allowed to come without his permission. He knew her body well. He knew what she could take. He withdrew the riding crop, placing it off to the side along with the other toys and reached for his keys. He released one of her hands so she could turn over and lie on her back. Once she was in position, he re-cuffed her, kissed her, and removed the blindfold. Her eyes were filled with lust and she ached for him.

"I need you," her words were softer than a whisper.

He knew what she wanted, and he wouldn't deny her; he just enjoyed teasing her. Keeping his eyes on hers, he reached over and picked out one of her toys, one she had been asking he use on her. It was a seven inch, clear glass dildo with cobalt blue veins on it. It was one of her favorite toys even though it was only one and a quarter inches thick. He toyed with her, lubricating it with her juices, sliding it up and down her slit, letting the head of it tease her entrance. She knew better than to say a word; that would just make him take even longer. She cried out as he slowly slid the toy in.