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Silence reigned over the room next door, unbroken save for the freshly consummated couple’s quiet panting as they recovered from their inaugural romp. As soon as the haze clouding his mind cleared enough to notice his partner squirming awkwardly under his weight Justin rolled away to one side, his rapidly softening cock slipping out of the blonde teen’s sweat-slick ass with a wet plop. Coming to rest on his back near the edge of the bed, he let his head fall heavily against a stack of pillows and closed his eyes with a contented groan. He breathed deeply as his thundering heart gradually calmed, smiling at the heady scent their passions had left in the air.
A few moments later Jessie came to rest next to him, the former innocent perched somewhat awkwardly on one side with her still-cuffed hands trapped behind. Justin turned lazily towards her and let his eyes slide open once more to take in the glorious sight of his newfound bedmate. Her face was faintly flushed, her golden tresses mussed, and those pale, pretty eyes of hers gazed hopefully across the inches which separated them. So radiant she looked, with a shimmer seeming to hang all about her, that it was as if an angel had come down to sleep beside him.
“Hey…” he murmured, a gentle smile adorning his lips.
“Hey…” she answered, the corners of her own twisting up in answer.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Justin’s voice was all quiet confidence, his words more statement than question. They both knew the answer.
“I… uh… I did. Yes.” Jessie’s eyes drifted down towards his chest, the question drawing out a slightly darker shade in her cheeks.
“Well, well, well,” Justin mused, letting his grin grow a little wider. “Who would’ve thought a sweet little thing like Jessie Gray would ever cum so hard from being tied up, spanked, and butt fucked, eh?”
The blonde squeaked at that, her corn flower eyes going wide and flying up to meet her lover’s, then flitting away again just as quickly while colour rushed to her cheeks. “I don’t… that’s…”
But Justin cut the teen off before she could turn away, reaching out with one hand to caress her cheek. “Aww,” he cooed, lifting her face back towards his own. She nuzzled against his hand a little, seemingly without even realizing it, and slowly lifted her gaze to meet her partner’s. “It’s tough, isn’t it? Being a good girl who wants be treated like she’s bad?”
Jessie’s mouth started to open as if she meant to speak, but then she paused and just bit her lip instead, answering only with a hesitant nod. The teen, so recently a virgin, just oozed an almost impossibly alluring blend of uncertainty and vulnerability, so much so that Justin fleetingly contemplated pushing for an encore before letting the urge pass. It could hardly be more clear that Jessie was but a sheltered neophyte in the art of lovemaking, one who knew just enough to recognize her own ignorance. She was like a fresh batch of clay, soft and yielding as she awaited the expert hand which would craft her into the perfect work of art she was always meant to be. Between her natural instincts and his own guiding hand, Justin had no doubts at all that his sister’s best friend could be molded into the perfect woman for him. And in all his life he had never found anything he wanted so fiercely as to do just that.
Shaping her, perfecting her, it wasn’t a process that would happen overnight, but already Jessie had so much of what all he could ever hope to find in a partner. She was fun and easygoing, someone whose company he doubted could ever become tiresome. She was quite pretty as well, and seemed to have a natural inclination towards submission that would make her a treat in bed. Most important of all, though, was that she was sweet and kindhearted, the sort of girl who would make a wonderful mother for his children.
That last reason was why Justin’s previous relationship had collapsed in the end. Once upon a time Gwen had seemed the love of his life, but as they grew older it became ever clearer that she simply wasn’t that interested in starting a family. Not nearly so much as he had been, at least. No, she had always been too invested in her career to engage in such frivolity, too focused on the next promotion. The more he had raised the prospect the more hostile she had become until the argument hung like a thunderhead over them at all times, erupting into more and more fights during which she would throw words like ‘incubator’ and ‘broodmare’ in his face. In the days since their final shouting match Justin had started to realize that his and Gwen’s relationship had always been doomed.
With Jessie, though, he was sure things would be different. In all the hours he had spent with the blonde and his sister never once had he heard her discuss the sort of grand plans for the future that some like Gwen and Lily clung to, the sort that would drive her to constantly put off living her life. Even better, with as timid and pliable as she had already proven herself it would be a simple task to convince his new lover to take the plunge sooner rather than later, especially if the matter could be presented as fait accompli. So long as she stayed off the pill and they continued sleeping together Jessie would eventually fall pregnant, and he had no doubt she was far too gentle and caring a soul to ever contemplate the alternative once that happened.
Justin was reasonably confident that the blonde’s parents wouldn’t be much of an obstacle either. With her and his sister having been tight for so long he knew the Grays quite well already and the older couple had always been very cordial to him. Fortunately they were rather traditional folks, not the sort to make a fuss over their daughter seeing a man a little older than her or providing them grandchildren a little sooner than expected. So long as they saw Jessie was happy and her father never found out exactly what his little girl would be getting up to in bed, Justin was confident he would have their blessing. The match would certainly appeal to them more than one with his sister, at the very least. She… would be more of a problem. Then again, judging by what he had heard coming from her room, perhaps not so much of one as he might have thought.
“Justin?” a soft voice shook him out of his musings and back to the present. “You look…” For a moment he could see a hint of concern lurking in the girl’s eyes, but it faded as he smiled at her.
“Sorry, sweetie, just lost in thought.” He leaned in to plant a kiss on Jessie’s lips, the teen accepting her lover’s apology enthusiastically. “Now where were we…” he trailed off dramatically, flashing a playful grin at her before she could even begin to remind him. “Oh, yes. I was about to promise to spank you every day, whether you deserve it or not.”
Jessie’s breath caught as she heard his words, their implications clear. She swallowed nervously, but there was a sparkle in her pale blue eyes as she spoke. “You mean…”
“Of course,” Justin’s hand had drifted to the teen’s side while his mind was wandering, but he lifted it to cup her cheek again as he spoke. “Only a madman wouldn’t want you as his girl.”