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Chapter 11
If I had thought taking a shower would help to alleviate the arousal I felt- wrong; think again, Shannon. Jon was still moving slow and I knew it, even though he had obviously chosen to display some of his dominance over me already. I knew breaking my habit of masturbating upon waking would be difficult, but I hoped that there would be plenty of other things to fill the void, if I was patient.
After dressing, I went down to the kitchen to find that Jon had already “made” breakfast, so to speak. A banana, muffin and cup of tea sat waiting at my usual place at the table. Jon was just popping the last piece of an orange into his mouth while reading the newspaper. I sat down, wrapping my hands around the cup of tea. He smiled as he chewed and tossed a piece of the orange peel towards the trash can. When it sailed into the can without hitting the edge, he raised his hands as though he’d just scored a touch down.
My eyes rolled as I made a silly face at him, “So what’s the plan for the day?” as I snatched the newspaper from his side of the table.
Jon made a silly face back at me as he placed his cup in the sink. He thought for a moment before replying, “I’m going to go shower now while you eat. After that we can talk a bit more.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He nodded and ruffled my hair as he passed by me.
As I unpeeled my banana, I couldn’t help but giggle to myself as I realized that I was tempted to lick the banana as though it were certain tempting parts of Jon. I almost felt guilty as my teeth sunk into it while I scanned the newspaper.
My thoughts weren’t on the words in front me. My eyes scanned each line of text but mentally, my focus was on day dreaming about Jon. When I tried taking a bite out of the banana’s now empty peel, I realized just how distracted I had been. Actually, I couldn’t remember a single thing I had just read. I tried tossing the peel towards the trash can, but my aim was horribly off. Sighing as I got up to pick it up, I muttered, shaking my head, “Well the NBA won’t be scouting me anytime soon.”
I ignored the newspaper while eating the muffin, and had enough common sense to fully remove the paper from it before allowing my mind to wander off again. My whole body felt consumed by desire as I thought about Jon. I’d somehow managed to stave off those emotions for months, but now with things unraveling, it felt like the invisible barrier I had kept up was crumbling, and fast. I found my heart beginning to race as I heard Jon’s footsteps on the stairs, every nerve in my body tingling with uncertainty.
Not wanting to delay our talk because I wasn’t finished with breakfast, I quickly stuffing the rest of the muffin into my mouth. I tried washing it down with tea, but the piece was too large and I started to choke. My first instinct was to try and quickly swallow the offending piece of muffin, and force it down, but started coughing and gagging instead. My hands gripped the edge of the table till my knuckles turned whiter than white as I leaned forward trying to hack the piece out. I was surprised and quite grateful when Jon suddenly appeared behind me and cracked his hand hard against my back. Bits of half chewed muffin and saliva shot from my mouth, coating the table. Jon’s arms swiftly hauled me into a standing position as his fists pushed roughly up against the bottom of my rib cage. I gasped for air, coughing as the mushy piece of muffin flew out of my mouth.
I was still coughing as Jon supported me against his chest. He calmly stroked my hair and when I cleared my throat, handed me my tea, “Shannon, do you know how to do the Heimlich maneuver on yourself?”
As I swallowed the tea gratefully, my head bobbed up and down, “I do, honest I do, but in that moment, I just couldn’t think of it.”
Jon smiled gently and cupped the base of my throat between his thumb and first finger, lightly rubbing the skin till I shivered. His tone was serious, but the chuckle he allowed himself at the end made me relax, “Shannon, I’m not into breath play.”
My still tense muscles relaxed a bit more as I laughed, “Good. Neither am I!”
Jon surveyed the crumbs and wad of muffin on the table, “That really is gross looking.”
He moved away from me and put the kettle on as I grabbed some paper towels and began wiping up the mess. Jon watched as I cleaned, “helpfully” pointing out spots where I had missed crumbs.
Each carrying a fresh cup of tea, we made our way into the living room and settled into our familiar spots on the couch. Jon picked my laptop up off of the coffee table and switched it on, “I wanted to talk about our interests. I know some of what you enjoy and don’t enjoy, but I wanted to get a better feel for what sort of things we want to explore together. Have you ever filled out a BDSM Questionnaire?”
“Once, but I think I responded to it based more on fantasies than things I could realistically do.”
I leaned against Jon’s side as I watched him navigate to a website with “BDSM Questionnaires” written across the top of the page. He clicked on a few of the links, quickly dismissing the shorter ones. When he found a lengthy one, he angled his body towards me so that I was forced to sit up and look directly at him.
“You’re grinning. Why does that grin look so wickedly evil?” This only made Jon grin wider.
So naturally, he ignored my question and continued speaking about the questions, “I’ll ask you about a topic, tell me your thoughts on it, and if you have any experience with it.” His left hand moved so that it was inches away from my crotch, the grin never wavering from his face, “Also, tell me if a topic arouses you in particular.”
I gasped and moaned as I fought the urge to squirm, “That arouses me and you know it!”
I was surprised when instead of withdrawing his hand as I’d expected, he firmly cupped my crotch. His voice was warm and husky as he leaned close, licked my earlobe and whispered, “And this? You don’t have to answer; I can feel the dampness seeping through your jeans.”
My head fell back in ecstasy as Jon’s finger wiggled against my slit, putting slight pressure on my clit. Ever the master of the tease, Jon withdrew his hand after a moment, smiled and said, “Lets begin then.”
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