My Psychotic Master

Chapter 7

This was getting horribly difficult to be here, and not for the reasons that I thought on the first day. The week was worse than I thought it would be, and I still had two more days. The last 3 days, nothing new happened, nothing that I wanted to happen happened. I wanted Jack to lose some of his control but he didn't and he just kept turning away from me whenever things got too heated.

I could barely be in the same room with him now without getting drenched. Let me just tell you, nights were the worst, when he was laying so close to me, as I had stopped staying close to the edge of the bed and more like migrated towards him.

It's not like he was making this any easier for me. He was torturing me every second of the day. He made me always stay close to him, especially when we were around people. His hand had claimed his place on my ass and was almost always there, which definitely didn't make it easier for me.

He also hasn't stopped kissing me, he will at random times, and usually it's just quick; not soft at all, but it leaves me wanting so much more. I blew up at him a lot, and all he did was laugh at me. I punched him in the chest once but I don't even think he felt it.

It was the middle of the day and we were upstairs, in the room overlooking the casino floor, watching TV. It was weird, I didn't think that we would do any normal everyday things, that we would just be running around all day, but we did things like this with our free time.

My head was on his lap; for some reason, he liked for me to be laying on him like this. His hand was just resting on my head, petting my hair. This was also one of my favorites because after the initial thought of where my head was passed, I was so relaxed and wasn't turned on anymore.

I was almost falling asleep, though it was only about 9pm, when suddenly I was pulled up by hands on my hips lifting me up and I found myself straddling Jack.

Already, I was out of breath. After more than an hour of not even thinking about anything sexual, he changed every thought in my head to be of him. He grabbed both sides of my head and kissed me so heavily that I was so shocked he had to hold me up against him so I didn't fall back.

I put my arms around his neck and I moved my hips around, up and down. I could feel him grow hard under me and knew that I had him, that I won... Well, he wouldn't have let this happen if he didn't want it to, but I still liked to think that I had beat him.

"Yes," I moaned out against his lips. He pulled my head back, "Oh, foolish princess. You aren't getting me tonight." I grinded even harder against him, "Yes I am!" I growled, so very frustrated with him. God he makes me hate him so much sometimes.

He growled deep in his throat and lets just say that his growl was a lot more powerful and persuasive than mine. "No. The only things that will happen, that will ever happen, is only because I let them. So just accept that or this will get worse for you."

He started kissing down my neck and I arched my back to give him more access. He pulled down the top of my dress and kissed in between my breasts, sending shivers through my whole body. He slipped my dress up over my head, leaving me in my bra and panties.

"I thought you said-" "I stick with what I said," He interrupted. I shut my mouth and let his eyes, mouth, and hands explore my skin. He touched every inch of my body except the parts I really wanted him to touch. Then, I felt his hands reach behind my back and unclip my bra. My eyes opened and I went to look down at him to see his reaction to this unobserved part of my body when his tongue flicked against my left nipple and I threw my head back, letting out a gasp followed by a loud moan.

My nipples grew erect as he focuses on them for a few minutes, leaving me wetter than I had thought possible. He easily stood up, me still in the same position, and flipped us around so I was now trapped under him on the leather couch. He pinned my arms above my head and then got so close to my face.

"Don't you move those arms an inch," He told me and his face was so dark in the already dim lighting. I just nodded once and looked at him, scared and also excited about what was going to happen. So, he wasn't going to fuck me, but what else would he do?

He slipped my panties off of me, then held my legs open as he just examined my pussy. It felt so weird, him looking and not touching. Then, I felt such exhilarating pleasure that I couldn't keep looking at him in fear of already cumming so soon, and I wanted to savor this.

He licked up and down my slit and then started flicking my clit and going in circles around my little nub. It's like he knew exactly what to do, exactly what I liked, and this was so horribly delicious. I wanted to hate that he was making me melt so easily but I couldn't hate him, not with what he was doing; how he was making me feel.

I felt something building up more and more, and then I was sent over the edge as I felt his fingers dig into my hips, holding me still.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" I moaned out. He thankfully didn't stop, which I thought he would because of how cruel he was, but I figured out why as I was soon screaming and wiggling around in overwhelming pleasure.

"Please stop!" I screamed out but I felt another orgasm coming and hoped that he didn't listen to my pleading... Of course, he didn't, and I was cumming again, grabbing onto the couch to have a hold of something, since I couldn't grab him, as his instruction felt very clear.

I felt something enter me and looked down to see his finger moving in and out of me while his mouth was attached to me as well... I wish I hadn't looked down, because the look in his eyes made everything so much more sensitive and I was having orgasm after orgasm. All that pent up sexual frustration was leaving me at once, and I was burning with so much pleasure that it was painful, and there were tears in my eyes as I couldn't stop the pleasure.

He smiled when he saw the tears in my eyes and his eyes just turned darker, his fingers digging even harder into my hips, holding me down so securely. I got the feeling that tomorrow I would be standing in front of the mirror for a little longer.

I couldn't even keep my eyes closed anymore and I was just a shaking, sweating mess and I was so out of breath. Suddenly, and also not soon enough, everything stopped and soon after so did my ability to stay conscious.