Pain Lesson chapter 1.2

When his arm came around my back and pulled me to him, smashing my nose into his chest, I knew I was totally lost. At that moment he could have killed me, or striped me naked on the dance floor, or fucked me and I would have been in total agreement with his desire.

But naturally nothing like that happened. All we did was dance. And dance and dance. I'm sure that some of those dances were fast ones, but we danced slow. My arms were around his neck and his around my body, occasionally a hand would slip down to grab my ass but I was far from protesting anything he did.

"You are mine," he said into my hair as he crushed me to his very solid frame. I felt his huge, massive, aroused cock pressed into my stomach and didn't even pause to answer, "Yes." "Good. I like women who know their place." I wasn't quite sure what his words meant, but I sure wasn't going to argue with him about them. If he liked my response, I was more than content. "Do you know youplace, Kate?" Know my place? I could hardly remember my name, but he did deserve an answer, so I asked, "With you?" "Yes. With me. Let's go." He took my hand and began to lead me out of the Delta House. I didn't even glance to see if John was there to say good-by to, in fact I wasn't even sure if I was aware of John at all. The early November air was cool but I assigned my jacket to the lost and found department as he lead me to his car. Naturally it was a Vet. Naturally it was red. And naturally it was parked directly in front of the front door of Delta House. Where else would it be parked? Jason didn't bother to open my door, and somehow I knew not to expect him to, as he just pointed and I followed the order of his finger as he slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, told me to fasten my seat belt, and we drove away into the night. I had no idea where we were going and didn't give a damn either. All I cared about was I was with Jason and he was with me. "Unbutton your blouse and take it off." "I... I beg your pardon?" "Take off your blouse now, or get out. Which is it to be?" What a dumb assed question."The ahhh the blouse." "I thought as much. Take it off and hand it here." I never recalled having problems with my fingers before, but I sure as hell did then. For some reason it felt like I was the possessor of ten thumbs, all working a cross-purposes of each other. The buttons seemed to be five times bigger than the buttonholes, but I did finally manage to get them all undone. Then it was a fight with the seat belt. I swear there were at least ten straps holding me in place as I tried to dodge them to get my arms out of the sleeves. But finally I did succeed in doing that simple chore, too, and handed it to Jason as he drove down the street. "Sweet," he said when I handed him my blouse. A second later it was flying out his window to swirl around before landing on the blacktop as we sped away. What had I gotten myself into this time? I couldn't believe it. Here I was. With a total stranger. My blouse was lying somewhere on the road behind us. All I knew about him was that he turned me on like no one else had ever done. But that did seem to be enough at the moment. "Now the bra." Bra? What was that? "Take it off and give it to me." Right. Sure. And you'll throw it out the window too, I suppose.What could I do? I took off the bra and handed it to him just like he wanted. "Nice touch. I like silk." He tossed it in the back seat. Maybe I could retrieve it later. But that was later. This was now. What would he do or say next?"Place the seat belt between your tits. Good. Now lace your fingers together and put them behind your neck. I want your tits pointing straight out and available for my hand. Fingers? Neck? Oh, yea, I can do that. Available for what?His hand. It was a very warm hand that touched my left tit. He slid his hand under my tit, as if weighing it. I recall wondering if it passed inspection or not.