Exhibitions and Adventures Ch. 02

She arched forwards, experimenting with the position of her hands.

"Yes. " Her position brought my semi hard cock up under her buttocks again.

"I am the complete package, and will be. Have you ever read the Story of O Ed?"

I started to trace her ears with an index finger, to weave my hands through her hair.

"Yes..."

"I wanted to be that woman, but I wanted to be the improved version. I wanted to know more about how to be that woman but to live and work, about how he would tell me to stop being Miss Professional and become Miss Submissive."

"Did you work it out?"

"Not yet, but I've got somewhere this week..."

"Did your ex not talk about this sort of stuff?"

"Are you kidding? She couldn't organise a meal without a debate about who was in charge, or who was responsible for the other's oppression. Talk about denial..."

I put one hand firmly on her buttock, coaxed my stiffening cock between her buttock cheeks, towards the wetness at the base of her crease.

"Maybe you were in denial as well. Better a woman than the wrong bloke."

"mmm..." Her voice was stiffer, so was her body language.

"What's wrong?"

She'd turned her head down towards the pillow, muffling her words.

"I know what you're going to do."

I was glad she knew. I was just rubbing my cock in her wetness, feeling the hardness return, but without any ache to get to orgasm immediately. So I leant forward, put my mouth against her ear and whispered

"And? Should I stop?"

She shook her head.

I wanted to hear her voice, so took her left nipple in my hand, squeezed it tight, then twisted it.

"Should I stop?"

"No." Clearly spoken this time, even though her head was still resting half on her upper arm, and half on the pillow. I moved my hips away from her a little, thinking about rolling her onto her knees for penetration, felt her stiffen and realised, with my cock resting against her arse, what she was expecting.

So I did it.

I started to press the end of my cock against her arse, felt my foreskin retract, felt her tense then try to relax as the muscle gave way, a little at a time. She started to pant, little short breaths, as I held my place for a moment to allow her to become accustomed. Was I doing the right thing? Patience may be a virtue, and the key to painless anal sex, but I had a flash of insight. Painless wasn't necessarily what she was looking for.

I moved my right knee under me, turning my body so that I was half above her. I put a hand on each of her hips, held her firmly, then pushed my erection into her at the same time as pulling towards her.

She groaned, and sobbed a little. I was up to my hips in her, embedded, her bottom grinding against my pelvis, and I decided to stick to the plan. Hard, uncompromising, penetration.

Joss responded. She rolled under me, so that she was face down on the bed, her hands stretched above her head again. She didn't try to muffle the sobs that came from her as I pushed hard down into her, but didn't try to respond either. When her hips raised to meet me, and make the angle of entry easier, it was because I pulled her upwards. If she came it was a different orgasm to her earlier ones, more desperate, more pained, like a gasp of achievement at the end of a race.

I came, inside her; holding her hair in one hand, arching my back and supporting myself on one hand. I untied her hands, went to wash myself in the bathroom, and came back with a face cloth to wipe her face. She accepted the gesture, wide eyed, staring at me. Her mascara and eye shadow were a smear of half diluted shades around her eyes; I found a makeup remover wipe on the desk and tidied her up. She kissed me then and muttered something. I kissed her back, wiped her face again, dried it with a towel and asked her to say it louder.

"You cruel, cruel bastard. Why couldn't you just do it and leave me?" I kissed her cheek, lemon scented now, and sat back.

"Do you want me to go?"

She shook her head and I climbed back into bed, and fell asleep with her head resting in the crook of my arm.