Jada and Ayano - Collection 01

"Okay." she agreed and helped gather all of their belongings.

INDIAN DINNER

After they both got showered and changed at Vantage, they walked to an Indian restaurant full of colored Christmas lights on the walls. It smelled like cumin and Nag Champa incense, the kind they always burned in Jada's dorm at art school.

"Do you want to come out to the bar with me and a few people on Friday?" Ayano asked her, halfway through the meal.

"Um, no. I can't. My friends are doing this thing Friday night. It's kinda no big deal, but I said I would go." she said. Her twenty-fourth birthday was Thursday and they were celebrating it on Friday. But, it was too early in their relationship to expect birthday stuff, she determined.

"So, cancel." he said, shrugging his left shoulder. He took a serving spoon and took some more saag paneer from the serving dish.

"I can't." she insisted, then stayed silent. Ayano didn't say anything, but he raised his eyebrows, like he knew she was withholding some piece of information. "It's my birthday but don't feel like you have to acknowledge it or anything. Really."

"You're turning twenty four?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah..." she said, tearing off a piece of naan.

"Are you and your girlfriends going to dance and scream? And they put a tiara on your head?" he teased. The waiter brought them more water and Ayano nodded and said thanks.

"No. Well, maybe dance." she said. She undid her braids, unconsciously judging them to be too immature. She tucked her now wavy hair behind her ears and tried to think of a subject to change to.

"Can I at least get you a present?" he asked.

"Okay. Something small." she relented. Ayano looked at her and smiled for a while, like she was doing something cute, but she wasn't aware of anything cute happening. She just didn't want to talk about her birthday and expectations and their relationship. "I can spend some time with you tomorrow, if you'd like. And probably Tuesday or Wednesday."

"Splendid." he said in a joking tone. "Do you want to get dessert?"

"Nah, I don't like Indian desserts. Let's get some wine and go to your place."

"Alright." he agreed. He asked a passing waiter for the check. When it arrived, he took it immediately, glanced at it, and put more than enough cash in the booklet.

"I thought I was buying." she inquired.

"I was joking, Jada. My chivalry would never allow you to buy me dinner." he said airily. The waiter returned and asked if he wanted change, which he didn't.

"It's probably a good sign that you tip well." Jada said to him, thinking aloud as they strolled down the sidewalk.

"Hmm. Haven't made up your mind about me, eh?" he asked as he lit a cigarette. "Do you want one?"

"No thanks. I only smoke if I'm really drunk. Or maybe after really good sex." she told him.

"I'm sorry." he said lightly and exhaled some smoke.

"No, it's fine." she said.

"I was apologizing to your lungs. They are going to suffer a lot because of me." he said, his eyes narrowing to give her a flirtatious look. Damn, Jada thought. He is really too attractive, she lamented.

SPANKING ON THE COUCH

Soon, Jada was letting him hang out at her apartment. Ayano was sitting on Jada's couch on Wednesday night. It had been about a month since he arrived in Gotham. He had been in meetings all day, developing plans for getting rid of impurities encountered during the copper extraction process from his mines. They had dinner together at an outdoor cafe and went to Jada's to spend the night. Jada changed into pajamas that were somewhere between sexy and sleep clothes, not having any particular motive for the evening. She wore a sapphire blue camisole, cotton with lace detail, and matching boyshorts. She came into the living room and sat beside him, watching TV as she waited for him to stop working on his PalmPilot.

"I'll be right off, printesa mea... we just have a tellurium problem." Ayano said distractedly. Jada hadn't a clue what tellurium was, nor did she care to ask.

"I need the other remote, pass it to me?" Jada asked, pointing to it on the end table on the other side of him. He kept typing.

"Hmm?" he asked.

"Forget it." she said, and leaned over him to reach it herself.

"Oh, sorry." he said, realizing he hadn't been listening. The length of her body was across his lap. He smacked her on the ass playfully.

"Oh!" she said in surprise, but also to get his attention.

"You like that?" Ayano said, putting down the PalmPilot on the end table. He smacked her ass a little harder, three more times.

"I think I do." she wriggled on top of him, still lying across his lap. "Keep going." Each time, he hit her a little harder. It hurt a little at first. Then, she just let it happen and felt the pain melt into pleasure. Her skin started to tingle and get very hot.

"What else do you want?" he whispered, his hand lingering on her ass.

"Slap my bare ass." she told him softly, covering her mouth with her hands, which were balled up nervously. She felt his erection beneath her, pushing against her stomach. This gave her a rush of heat.

"Alright." he complied calmly, pulling down her pajama shorts slowly with one hand. Then, he left her thong halfway down her thighs. He slapped her ass, this time making a louder sound and inflicting a little more delicious pain.

"Aaaaugh!" she moaned, savoring the shock and the thrill. And maybe performing for him a tiny bit. He grabbed a handful of each ass cheek, squeezing and spreading them apart.

"Look at your pussy," he marveled. "So fucking juicy."

"Mmm... please touch my pussy..." she begged, writhing and pushing towards his hands. "Make me cum..."

"You think I should let you cum already?" he asked her. He slapped her ass a few more times and then squeezed it again, biting one of the cheeks.

"Fuck! Ayano..." she panted. She felt so turned on. She pulled her tits out of her top, aching to be touched everywhere. He grabbed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. "Aaaaah!"

"Did that hurt?" he asked her.

"Mmm hmm... do it again..." she murmured, captivated. After he pinched her nipples again, he wondered what he would do next. Inexplicably, she trusted him completely and would let him do anything to her body, just as she had their first time together. He hit her ass again and lightly grazed her pussy's opening with his fingertips.

"You ever been spanked before?" he questioned, very intrigued.

"No, never. Just with you..."

"But you used to want someone to spank you? A disciplinarian, when you were younger?" he pressed. Her face turned as pink as her ass.

"Yes...." she admitted hesitantly.

"Who was it? Who did you fantasize about?" he asked, steadily caressing her ass and thighs and deliberately avoiding her pussy.

"Mmm, I don't want to say..." she said, genuinely embarrassed.

"Tell me." he demanded, abrupting pushing his middle finger inside her pussy. It slid in easily.

"Uhn!" she grunted, shocked. She resolved to save her orgasm for a little longer.

"Was it... an older man?" he guessed.

"Uh huh..." she said, holding her breath. She tossed her long black hair away from her face.

"Tell me, or I'll stop." he pushed his finger inside her and spanked her again with his other hand. He felt her squeeze his finger and her pussy got even wetter and hotter.

"He... he was my friend Ana's father..." said said. She couldn't believe he was questioning her like this, but she didn't want him to stop.

"Why did you want him to spank you?" he asked, fucking her pussy with his fingers slowly.

"The way he looked at me... He thought I was a bad influence on his daughter, but he liked my paintings... He liked talking to me...but he wanted me to stay away."

"Was he right, were you a bad influence?" Ayano took out his soaking wet finger and spanked her again. She could feel how wet his fingers were against her flesh. Then he went back to rubbing her inner labia.

"Mmmph..." she moaned, breathing heavily in an effort to not cum yet.

"You liked that he knew you were bad..."

"Uh huh..."

"What did you like about him?" he asked.

"He was British, and very restrained... Everything between us was a secret." she felt like she was going to lose her mind if he didn't fuck her soon.

"Was he right about you?" he pressed again, spreading her labia apart.

"Yes! Oh god, Ayano, please fuck me! Don't make me beg!" she leaned back, searching for his fingers.

"Did he fuck you?" he pushed her back on his lap and held her in place.

"Um, no..." she said in a small voice.

"What did he do?" he was getting so hard listening to her talk about this.

"He..." she began. Ayano hit her ass one more time. "He ate my pussy..." she said in a whisper.

"Where were you?" he held her down against his lap firmly.

"It was on a ski trip... I didn't tell anyone..." she felt her pussy tremble.

"Good girl." he said, reaching forward to stroke her clit. That was all it took for her to have a powerful orgasm. A tremble went through her, all the way down her legs, and she made a beautiful erotic sound. Her heart pounded in her chest. When she caught her breath, she slid backwards to place her head over his lap and find his cock. She undid his belt and fumbled with his pants, desperate to have him in her mouth. She pulled it out and quickly put her tongue over his entire cock before she shoved it down her throat. Her lips made a tight O around his shaft as her head bobbed up and down. Ayano ran his fingers down her back, enjoying the passion they created. Her lips smacked loudly as she released his dick. He quickly pulled her on to his lap and kissed her intensely. He took her panties the rest of the way off and threw them aside.

"You gonna fuck me now?" she could feel his hard dick under her thighs.

"I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop." he said, rubbing her pussy again. He loved how incredibly wet she was, how responsive she was to every touch.

"I'll last longer than you..." she challenged.

"Not if I smack your ass while I fuck you."

"And bite my tits?" she asked and bit his lip. She faced him and they positioned her open legs over his cock. He spread her lips open again, watching as she took his cock in, inch by inch. Then he began to squeeze and smack her ass as she bounced up and down on top of him. He felt how she contracted around his shaft every time he made contact with her ass. The sounds she made were so grateful, so appreciative. She held him close and clawed her fingers through the hair on the back of his head as he kissed her neck. When she leaned back slightly, he put a nipple in his mouth and lightly used his teeth to stimulate it.

"Oh fuck, Ayano!" she rocked her hips against him quickly. She could not get enough of his hard, hot flesh. Each movement felt even better than the last. They kept going as long as they could. He slapped her across the ass one last time and they both climaxed. It felt profoundly satiating to experience it simultaneously. They clutched each other, both feeling the light dew of sweat on each other's backs. Her erect nipples were pressed hard into his chest. Every nerve in her body was throbbing with intensity. It was hard to believe she could feel like this without the help of drugs or alcohol.

"I don't want to move from this spot." he whispered into her ear.

"Me either." she purred. She held him for a long time.

"Mmm, let's go shower. We'll do this again later." he said sensibly. "I promise." he smiled and kissed her again.

Jada wanted to be with him as often as possible to see what else they could do together. She was tempted to tell him how she felt in that moment. Like many young women, she thought that being with him was a panacea for all types of old wounds. She needed him and she loved needing him- that is all there was.

MORNING AFTER

The next morning, Jada had to be at the gallery at 8 for a delivery. Ayano didn't have to be anywhere until lunch time. Around 6:30, Jada's alarm clock went off. She groaned in protest as she extracted herself from Ayano to shut it off. For a moment, she laid her head back on the pillow. Then she reminded herself that no one else was available to meet the truck and the delivery company would be pissed if they had to come back again some other time. It would be a stupid move to piss them off, they delivered to her gallery frequently.

She got up and swung her legs off the bed on to the floor. Before she could stand, Ayano stealthily grabbed her around the waist and pulled her backwards.

"You sneaky fucker!!" she laughed. "I have to get going!" Ayano pulled her closer and closer to his body, kissing her bare shoulder and neck.

"I can't keep my hands off you," he claimed, pulling her under the sheets once again. "Just be with me for a few more minutes." he requested suavely. One of his hands rested on the soft flesh where her hip met her belly, caressing it in invitation. Jada felt her body's familiar prickle of excitement.

"Mmm, don't tempt me. Five minutes." she stated, wrapping his arms around her and avoiding any naughty parts.

"I think you can spare twenty minutes. Let me adore you just a little longer, Jada. I'm so lucky to have met you. You know, in Romania, I was hopelessly bored, not interested in anything anymore. I forgot the effect a good woman can have on life. You inspire great things in me." he purred into her ear. His hands kept still as he tried to persuade her to stay with his words.

"I've never met anyone like you. I don't stop thinking about you all day." she whispered with the candor of a young woman who had no idea how hard a heart could break. Why not throw caution to the wind and love him?

"I want to awaken everything inside you..." he rasped. He kissed her neck again tenderly and moved his fingers gently along her stomach.

"Oh god, Ayano, you do things to me I didn't know were possible..." she said, arching her back. She was afraid she sounded sentimental and young. Her body begged her to stay in bed. She wore Ayano like a cloak, surrounding her and sheltering her. All of the "ought-to"s and "should"s slid right off.

"Yeah, you liked what we did last night, didn't you? You're going to try so many new things with me. We'll find out what else makes you cum like that..." he promised in a low voice. She exhaled shakily. She knew he was trying to captivate her and make her stay but she didn't care.

"You've got goosebumps." he said quietly. She moaned softly, curling her toes in anticipation of what he was going to do next. "Maybe I should spank you some more. Would you like that?" he whispered.

"Yeah..." she admitted helplessly. Her body temperature was starting to rise.

"You want me to lean you up against the bed and smack your ass?" he said, not touching the parts she wanted him to touch, keeping her arousal just out of reach.

"No, it has to be over your lap..." she started to say, picturing him dominating her again like he did the previous night.

"Tell me why." he instructed. He was withholding pleasure until he got what he wanted from her.

"Because I like to lie across your lap and feel you get hard while you slap my ass." she whispered, remembering the hot sting on her skin. "And my nipples getting hard while my tits bounce when you smack me. And you grab my tits. And make me tell you everything you want to know..." she continued. Ayano's hands made little movement, waiting for her to earn her release. But unexpectedly, as she pictured fucking him, the images in her mind made her orgasm. Not once, but twice, as the fantasy played on in her head and she felt his hands on the precipice of doing it all again. She let out a surprised and delicate moan.

"Fuck, Ayano, just fucking thinking about that makes me cum." she gasped. Immediately, she felt him press his hard cock up against her from behind.

"You came just thinking about playing with me?" he asked incredulously, feeling her hard nipples.

"Twice." she whispered in a scandalous tone and moving her long hair off the back of her neck. He ventured between her legs to feel for himself. His fingertips got very wet the second he touched her pussy, enticing him further.

"You did... fuck... you are so fucking wet it's unbelievable." he breathed. He could only play with the lips of her pussy for a moment before he had to be inside her. Still spooning her, he raised one of her thighs to stick his cock inside her smooth pussy. She gasped again. "Your pussy is so fucking wet." he said excitedly, feeling his dick getting covered in her hot cum.

"Fuck... I really have to go soon, go fast..." she insisted, moving her hips with the subtle skill of a belly dancer.

"You're so cruel." he told her, grinning as he kept pushing his cock in and out. She brought her hips back and forth roughly, hoping to make him cum soon. He grabbed her bouncing tits roughly.

They kept going as she moaned. Concerned about the time, she made her muscles squeeze his cock as tightly as she could.

"That's so... fucking... good..." he grunted, cumming for her easily. They both paused to catch their breath. Jada turned around and gave him a kiss.

"You're making me late." she said playfully.

"You're making me want to fuck you all day." he told her.

"Don't pout. You can punish me tonight." she grinned while he slapped her ass as she left the bed to get ready. She took a quick shower, having no time to wash her hair. For the next fifteen minutes, she ran around the apartment getting dressed and assembling things that belonged in her purse. Ayano half-dozed in bed, vaguely watching her hurry.

"Here's my key for when you leave. See you for dinner?"

"Yeah, but we're not going out." he said, interlocking his fingers behind his head. "The second we're done eating, we're coming right back to bed."

"Okay. Call me at the gallery." she instructed, giving him a kiss goodbye. And then another, in that new couple-y way of not wanting to leave each other. She saw him bring his arm forward to grab her again and she slapped it away. Her leather heels clipped and clopped on the floor as she walked away, giving him one more flirtatious look before she left.

The sex was amazing, no doubt in her mind. There was rarely a problem with the sexual aspect of her relationships. In the past, she was always drawn to those that couldn't reciprocate the affection, loyalty, and romance that she freely gave them. Now, she shied away from it because he withheld it sometimes. It was addictive, to pursue risky people. The sex would make them happy together temporarily, but the dance of almost having emotional intimacy was the real gamble. Yes, buying a lottery ticket rarely worked, but people all over the world buy them because the payoff would be enormous and buying the ticket was also buying a daydream of a better life. Dating men like Ayano rarely led to a happy ending, but the daydream that it might distracted her from any and all problems, large and small.

JADA'S BIRTHDAY

A few days later, it was her birthday, June 12th. It was a well-known day in Brazil-- it's when they celebrated their Valentine's Day each year. Jada kept that to herself most of the time, not wanting people to know how special she thought this was. Surely, she'd be laughed at for her sentimentality.

During the day, she was at the gallery as usual. A delivery truck pulled up outside. A man with a large bouquet of exotic flowers walked in and had her sign for it. Her employees "ooh"ed and "ahh"ed but dared not ask who it was from. The card was attached to a large manila envelope. She opened the card.

"More to come, Ayano. P.S. The metals in the vase are from Romania." it said in perfect cursive letters. Underneath the red roses and bougainvillea was a metal vase with flattened copper handprints wrapped around it. She thought it was an awful lot of effort to put into a fling... He was making it difficult to be aloof, or at least appear that way. The large manila envelope instructed her to open it in private, so she took the delivery and brought it into her office.