My Psychotic Master

Chapter 11

I woke up, and I was so sore that all I wanted to do was go back to bed, but I wasn't mentally tired. I rubbed my head on the bed, but it was hard and warm and I realized it wasn't a bed at all.

"Morning," Jack said. His voice was deep as ever but he seemed so awake, which made me just mad at him. How could he not be physically affected by what happened last night? How did him not doing all those things to me make him tired?

Also I was mad because I had to be awake now, he knew I was up. I shouldn't have shifted any.

"Hannah is not here right now, leave a message after the mph" I mumbled. He laughed and pulled me tighter to him. If he expected that to make me want to get out of bed any more than he was wrong.

"Why aren't you tired?" I asked him, "You were doing all the work." Because he definitely was, for I was just a pile of orgasmic mush last night.

"I don't know, I guess I just don't get sore like someone I know, who just kept on saying "stop," then immediately "don't stop." You know that you are so very confusing?" He asked. I just pushed my face further into his chest in embarrassment. He laughed, knowing that I would be just like that.

"Can I sleep more?" I asked him, I was so very sore. He laughed, "Hmm, no. It's already noon, and I want the last few hours with you. And no, not just in bed." I groaned but agreed and sat up. It felt like my whole body was mush, sore and used... I absolutely loved it. 

"What are we doing today?" I asked. It was a typical question but it meant quite a bit on our last day. What would we do? I'm sure he was up to fucking all day but he knew that I pretty much was physically incapable of doing that, no matter how wet I could be.

"I have 2 meetings today and then how about I take you out onto the floor?" He asked. I nodded frantically, I really wanted to be in the atmosphere of the Casino, especially on a Saturday night. He laughed and walked over to me from the closet. I stretched out and was not expecting it at all, when I was picked up into his arms. I giggled and then blushed.

He walked us into the bathroom and turned on the bath, holding me while it was filling up and I just rested my head on his chest. His arms were so hard but warm and I loved them around me. The scars on his chest were rough but not in a bad way.

He put me into the bath and got in after me, sitting behind me. The water was so warm and it was so nice on my sore body, relaxing me immediately as I leaned back against Jack.

"This isn't helping me stay awake," I mumbled. He laughed and kissed my neck, running his hands around my bruised and used body, his hands were soapy and he was washing me but it didn't stop the fact that I was getting me wet.

He started cleaning in between my legs and I couldn't stop the moan from escaping my mouth. "St-stop," I barely got out, it was more of just a breath. He circled his finger around my clit.

"How about one orgasm, can you handle that?" He asked me. "Just one? I don't believe you," I told him. Knowing him from last night, I did not trust that he would stop at one.

I was just watching his hand through the water, going around my little nub, not touching it, but somehow I was still feeling so much pleasure.

"I know what you went through last night, so I promise only one. I know I'm a lot to handle." I could tell he was being all smug so I had to try and mess with him. I couldn't have him walking around with an even bigger ego.

"Psh, what, last night? That was nothing, a walk through the park." I felt a grumble from his chest and knew that I had angered him, and that I shouldn't have if I wanted to be able to walk anywhere today.

He pinched my clit with his fingers and I screamed out, trying to close my legs but he held them open.

"Then you won't mind if I use you again?" He asked, his mouth so close to my ear I could feel his breath.

"I'm sorry Master I'm sorry, no I'm so sore. Please don't f-fuck me again." I really wanted to feel him inside me again but I think I would split into two. He laughed and started rubbing my clit. I knew the only way to get him satisfied with my answers is to use that name on him.

"You are so very lucky that you slept in and my first meeting is soon," He told me.

I threw my head back, it felt so good; the warm water and his fingers rubbing against my most sensitive area made me want to cum already.

His other hand came around to my neck and he grabbed onto it. I gasped and my eyes rolled back, I could feel my head start to fog up and my vision went fuzzy, I loved when he choked me.

I started squirming and you could hear the water moving and creating little waves around us. He pushed one finger into me and now I was really turned on and really getting close. Apparently, he could tell.

"Someone is getting close. Do you want to cum? Cum just for me?" I moaned out so loud, "Yes! Yes I really really want to!" He laughed and tightened his hand on my throat.

"Cum," He growled into my ear and I came, thrashing around so much in the water that he had to hold me down, choking me more and his legs coming around to trap me down even more securely.

After I was done cumming he was just kissing my neck, letting me breathe. We got out of the bath and dressed, me in my last dress of the week, which was another black dress but this one had mostly strips of cloth instead of a full outfit, if that makes sense. It was quite revealing, let's just say that.

I wore red lipstick and my winged eyeliner was perfect. Jack didn't care, he kept complaining I was taking too long and that I looked beautiful without makeup but I needed to look perfect if we were going to be around people.

Before we got to the meeting room he pushed me against the wall, "Now listen, we're meeting with my brother. He owns a bar, so yes we do business together but I bet we won't be talking much business, as we never do. Now, don't give him any reason to think you are flirting. If you can, don't even look at him. He'll obviously know that I told you not to. Now, he's more horrible than me. Trust me, I'm not blind to how I am, but it is how I am... and he's worse."

I raised my eyebrows, "I didn't think that was possible," I teased but he laughed a little, not very humorous, with a small smirk.

"Don't get all excited, he isn't getting you, even if you think you want to since you like the bad boys." My eyes widened and I tried to say something, protesting, but he stopped me. I never have before I met Jack. Yeah, I did have a major crush on him, of course there was no denying that.

He held the side of my face, but in a rough, yet sweet, way. "No one is getting you from me. Ever." His eyes were dominant but there was a part of him that I saw that was scared of losing me. I knew that I was leaving tonight, I knew that much... But I wasn't sure if I was going to stay away.

How could I? He has shown me so much, cared for me so much, in his own way of course, and could offer me so much in life. He was part of something, I knew that, but the side that he's shown me was nothing bad... Well, not the bad I didn't like. Why was he so sad that I leave though? He could have any girl and I was so... bland. He kissed my forehead and we walked up the stairs.