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Desire || Jinn

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Who: Quinn Fabray and Jason Chang

When: Wednesday, May 5th, 2015

Where: Quinn’s Suite

Notes: It took three months, but we wanted it to be perfect. Jason fully gives himself to Quinn. For one night he was completely hers. Her good boy. (Smut)

Quinn kept her hand in Jason's as they made their way back to her room. She had every intention of enjoying a little bit of the fair with him before calling it a night but the gravitational pull she was feeling towards him in that moment was far too strong and even though Quinn was never embarrassed, she was also not big on public displays of affection. The Switch wasn't sure what it was, but she was sure something shifted in her dynamic with Jason. Perhaps it was his being there for her as she tried to deal with the loss of a friend or perhaps it was the prospect that she wouldn't get many more moments with him like this. But she knew that she needed to cherish and savor it all. As soon as she opened her door, Quinn pulled Jason in behind her and reconnected their lips once more. There was always passion behind the kisses she shared with him and there was very often an underlying desperation she felt when they were alone, one that left her wanting to be completely filled and consumed by the boy in front of her. Her hands curled into the collar of his shirt as she pressed him against the door, fitting her body against his perfectly.

Jason shouldn't have been surprised when they skipped over any usual trips for ice cream or attempts at showing each other up to win the other a prize. After the three quietly spoken words and the kiss the pull between them was kicked into high gear. Quinn's hand was warm in his only releasing to let them in and within moments their hands were back on one another, Quinn physically tugging him near as his arms curled around her to press her body into his in that familiar way he could not get enough of. This kiss was more than anything they exchanged in the booth. The door was shut behind them and now all that mattered was the two of them as if there wasn't anything or anyone else in the world. He lifted Quinn against himself and sighed into the kiss as he let Quinn explore his mouth. His pulse picked up in the telltale almost frantic way that accompanied his time alone with Quinn and he was sure she could feel it as she pressed into his chest. Needing to feel skin, Jason slipped one hand under her top and smoothed up and down her back of her spine, teasing where her bra clasped.

Quinn felt her body react to the simplest of touches from Jason in the form of goosebumps that broke out the entire top half of her body. She welcomed the touch as she pulled him closer, wrapping her leg around his waist so she could feel the way he reacted against their close proximity. His need to feel skin was shared by Quinn and it showed in he way she pushed her fingers into the collar of his shirt so that she could scratch at the blades of his shoulders. It wasn't enough, however, and she broke the kiss just long enough to pull at the hem of his shirt, flashing a devilish grin as his shirt found it's way to the floor. She returned the favor and put her hands above her head to signify that she wanted the same thing to be done to her in return. It couldn't have been fast enough in any way and as soon as she was rid of he garment, she returned her lips to his, allowing her hands to explore the newly exposed skin.

Jason could never get enough of Quinn when she gave him that look. The knowing smirk of sorts that told him she knew exactly what he wanted as if she was in his own head and was there gifting it to him. He rid her of her shirt, their lips connected as soon as the fabric was tossed aside to be worried about later. Quinn's small hands gripped at him, somehow possessive even with their slimness as it dug into his muscles. Jason's approach was on the other end of the spectrum, hands flat and looking to cover as much of newly exposed flesh from the taught muscles of Quinn's toned abdomen to the small of her back. His breath hitched in a needy way when she curled her leg around him and his hand went to steady it. He rocked his hips into hers and moaned at the friction before turning to rotate them and switch them so Quinn was now the one against the wall. He hitched her leg ever higher, cupping underneath her so that he could press her up and into the wall. He realized he'd made getting to her bra clasp difficult so when he started a line of hot open mouthed kisses down her neck and to her collarbone he simply pushed the last bit of fabric up and out of the way so he could cup at the soft flesh. "Fuck, I want you so much," Jason breathed, eyes glancing up to catch her lighter ones and let her see the desire that laced his tone. "From when you kissed me on my shift." Sometimes their kisses were chaste and a casual sign of affection, but this time it had been barely holding everything else at bay.

Quinn yielded just enough for him to press her against the wall and smirked as his impatience kept him from removing the bra completely, instead pressing it up to cup at her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips and her body pressed into him even more, as much as possible. Craning her neck to the side, she provided more room for him to explore with his mouth. She was vulnerable to him in moments like that, giving him far more than she's given anyone else when it came to exposing herself. He made it so easy for her to do that. Slim fingers pressed against the tight muscles of his back and worked their way up to the base of his neck and even further up to dig into the roots of his hair until she was pulling his head back by the grip of her fingers. The smirk that was lost to the ecstasy he was providing her returned with a vengeance as green orbs trailed over his face. The way he gave into her was always satisfying but there was a small part of her that wanted more. There was always a part of her that wanted that. Leaning forward, Quinn pulled the lobe of his ear in between her teeth. "You're my good boy, right?" She asked in a whisper. "Kneel for me." It was bold for her to be asking this of him, but she was too lost in the moment to stop herself and with the way things lead up to it, it was hard for her to hold back. She needed this from him a lot more than she realized.

Jason let his eyes flutter closed with the tug of his hair and Quinn nipping at his ear. She knew all the little things that drove him crazy. And then there were those three small words, her name for him that settled right in his chest and at times like this made him feel as though he might burst. Everything could be upside down but he was her good boy. He was already nodding his head in affirmation when the command came, voice husky but firm. His mouth went dry and pulse picked up which he was fairly certain was only in part due to arousal. He pulled his head back just enough to find her eyes, knowing she'd see the uncertainty there, but he needed to see her for the reassurance. It was never about Quinn and trusting her. He'd follow her to the edge and back without a second thought. But himself - there his trust faltered. It had been probably over half a year since he had kneeled for anyone. Maybe more. He'd come up short with so many people lately - Billie, Franklin, even Ash, that the thought of adding Quinn to that list even if he wasn't consciously running it over in his head had anxiety threatening until he locked on to those hazel eyes to anchor him. He was safe with her. Always safe. He fingered at his dog tag as he repeated the order before he could stop himself. "Kneel," his voice rose like a question but he wasn't really asking one. And then with a quick hard kiss he made up his mind and slipped to his knees in front of Quinn, lips catching at her skin on the way down, his dark wide eyes, never straying from her face. He nodded, lips set in a line even though Quinn might not know it was in answer again to who he indeed was with her.

Quinn watched closely and proceeded with caution as her command lingered in the air. It was one thing to demand and order those who were seen as submissive to her, but with Jason it was so much different. He was her good boy but it wasn't just about roles with him. there was a sense of trust that she had with him that she shared with no one else and he wasn't a submissive personality. Not completely at least and despite the struggles he had in the past, Quinn was convinced that she was the exception. Her hear beat, she swore, could be heard echoing around her entire suite as she waited for him to follow the simple order. She nodded and let out an audible sigh as he fell to his knees and she couldn't recall ever feeling so satisfied with such a simple gesture. To others it was just kneeling, but to them it was much more than that and the trust and commitment that came with it was almost overwhelming. With their eyes still connected, Quinn moved her hands to cup at his face, expressing her gratitude in the simple touch. The smirk that played on her lips prior to them entering her suite returned and found shelter there as she pulled away from him, swaying her hips as she worked on the top button of her skirt. "I'm in the mood for a little strip tease. What do you say to that?" Quinn pulled back from his vicinity and pushed the fabric so that it was polled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments after she kicked her sandals off as well. Continuing to move her hips back and forth, Quinn/s fingers trailed the edges of her bra then her underwear as she studied the boy's expression. "How badly do you want me to take these off?" She asked in nothing louder than a whisper.

Jason immediately had the small tendrils of anxiety tempered with Quinn's hands on his face, connecting them and communicating that Quinn knew what the gesture meant for him. And then came the smirk and the teasing actions he knew so well. Even on his knees it was just them and the solid familiarity of the pull between them. Jason groaned as he watched Quinn's secutive motions, eyes locked where each new part of skin was exposed as he nodded his assent to Quinn's question. When would he ever refuse such a thing from her. He watched, hand going to his groin to press the heal of his hand against his swelling erection. All was left was her underwear, the anticipation making Quinn look in some ways sexier than if she had shed it all in one fluid motion. Fuck he wanted her so much. "It's all I can focus on," Jason answered, his own motions touching himself had stilled as if in confirmation. "You're all I want. Take them off, please?" Jason licked his lips once, bouncing up on his knees to get closer to Quinn. "Please, and I can use my mouth on you then." He wasn't one to always tack on the the small word for asking permission, but here it felt right with Quinn standing over him, waiting for what he was going to say.

Quinn couldn't help but feel proud at his using the word please with no prompting. He knew her so well and it was one of the reasons that title was engraved on the back of the dog tags she gave him. Her good boy and it was for good reason. Still that didn't stop her from wanting to take even more control. This was the first time this dynamic had been introduced to them in this length and Quinn needed to see how far they could go. Pulling his hand from his groin, she pushed it behind his back. "Hands behind your back and you're not to move them until I tell you to, understood?" She could see how much she was affecting him and for him to be in that position, Quinn knew she needed to treat him as if she would any of her good boys or girls. To reward him for the job he had been doing so far, she moved right back to where they were before pushing at the fabric of her underwear and letting it fall to the floor along with her bra that came tumbling down right after. "Now what was that about you using your mouth on me?"

Jason gave a choked breath as Quinn pushed his hands away. It was simple enough - hold them there, choose to do what she expected of him. He locked a hold on each of his wrists behind his back to obey, pulse fluttering. "Yes. Okay," he agreed, the swallow that followed making his prominent adam's apple bob. The sound of appreciation and sheer desire was immediate as the final two garments dropped away. One hand unconscously loosened wanting to reach up to Quinn's perfect breasts but he stopped himself just in time. The previous dryness in his mouth vanished, his mouth now watering in anticipation as he took the few somewhat awkward steps on his knees to get closer to Quinn's sex. "Let me do this for you," Jason asked his eyes conveying more the pleading than his tone did. Do enough. Be enough. Be good for you. He didn't say any of those things but the words tugged in his chest. The air felt heavy with a familiar desire between them, and Jason leaned in tongue out to lick the length of Quinn's already wet sex. He moaned at the taste but didn't stop pushing himself more into her, kissing and tongue darting out over her folds. He strained to listen through the pounding of blood in his ears for what Quinn wanted, knowing she would soon start to push back so that she was over him more, better in control.

Quinn moaned out involuntarily at first contact and given the amount of time and foreplay that lead up to it, it was to be expected. Her head fell back and her hands immediately rooted themselves in Jason's hair. He was always so good at making her lose control, but given their current situation, she fought even harder to maintain that control and it showed in the way she pulled his head back and away from her to get a better look at his face. With the light coming in the windows from the setting sun, she could see the glimmer of arousal on his face and it caused a growl to push from her throat. With almost no further warning, Quinn slammed his mouth back onto her and leaned against the wall behind her as she did so, hands still locked in to his hair. Even if he wanted to escape her hold, it would have been damn near impossible. "You're going to make me come if you keep going at it like that." Her eyes fell shut and she tried to just concentrate on his mouth and the sensations it was providing, but she failed, unable to keep her eyes off of him on his knees as he fought to pleasure her. "You look so fucking good on your knees for me right now. My good boy." Her orgasm came unannounced and with no warning, but as she bit on her bottom lip and shook above Jason, not once did she pull her eyes away from his. It was a reward. One that no other submissive received from her. Then again, Jason wasn't just one of hes other submissives.

Jason had expected Quinn's hands in his hair, but he hadn't quite expected the force of her grip and how it made his whole body tremble beneath her. He was smirking up at her, licking his lips as he regained his breath when he was being pushed back against her, nose bumping into her as he went back to work as furiously as he could. He knew when Quinn got like this she didn't want to wait and Jason wanted nothing more than to do exactly what she wanted. He could hear she was close and that was almost all the praise he needed to keep moving his mouth against her, tongue sliding into her and then sneaking up to swipe at her clit. He was so focused on Quinn that he almost missed what he wanted most. The name for him reserved for their private moments, though this was more powerful than anything before. She had tugged at his hair so he could look up just enough and watch her come undone, and he had to will himself to hold himself though the feel of Quinn climaxing against him just after she called him hers. One hand slipped but he kept it from coming forward as much as he wanted to hold her though her release. Instead he kept his eyes locked on her, the unspoken connection there even if physically his hands weren't on her. He kissed gently at her thigh as she trembled a needy moan coming out of his mouth. "Quinn... oh... fuck," he couldn't be expected to make sentences with as beautiful as she looked above him right now.

Quinn With an electric buzz still settling on her skin, Quinn detached herself from Jason, pulling back even her hands as she tried to regain the small composure she could after an orgasm as intense as she just experienced. Green eyes still lay on the boy on his knees as Quinn pushed off of the wall and moved so that she was behind Jason. A big part of her wanted to wrap a leash around his neck and pull him into the bedroom, but she knew that things needed to move a little slower with Jason and while they would be more comfortable in the bedroom, that was also exactly what caused a small spark of fear in Jason. They were chartering new waters and while they were still getting to know each other in this new way, Quinn thought that perhaps it would be best to stay somewhere new for the both of them. At least for the time being. Bending down and reach around Jason's body, Quinn nipped at Jason's shoulder and neck as her hand pushed against Jason's groin and very apparent erection. In one swift motion, she pulled his jeans and boxers down so that he was completely free from the confines of his pants and Quinn wasted no time in wrapping her hand around his cock. "Mm. You're so hard for me, my good boy. How badly do you want to come right now." She started slowly, stroking him from base to tip in an agonizingly slow pace. "Does that feel good, hm?"

Jason was torn between angling into Quinn and giving her more access as her mouth teased along his exposed skin. His body decided for him, head lolling forward as soon as she put pressure on his crotch, his body arching up conveniently allowing his pants and boxers to be pulled down to his knees. A long whine, more needy than he intended, fell out as he looked down and watched Quinn stroke him painfully slowly. He leaned back so that his shoulderblades came in contact with Quinn, needing the touch though her hair tickled as she leaned forward to speak to him. "I..." she called him her good boy again and a different desire settled in Jason that was unfamiliar to him as of late, competing with the needy tug that was currently settled in his stomach and building with each slow teasing stroke of Quinn's hand around him. "I want to come... holy fuck, you just... you make me need it... oh, oh," Jason was trying to be coherent but it was difficult to string together words. "It feels incredible. I want..." He was about to tell Quinn how much he wanted more and release but the words stuck in his throat a different desire overriding. "I want to do what you need, be what you need..." Jason swallowed hard, the words coming out smaller even though he meant them. He closed his eyes, focusing on how good Quinn's slight fingers felt moving up and down, his body breaking out in goosebumps as he trembled. But he could feel Quinn there behind him and that was what he held to.

Quinn only tightened her grip at his words. Not only around his cock, but also where her fingers pressed into his shoulder. Him begging for her to let him come was not something that she hadn't heard before, but as soon as his last words were whispered into the air, Quinn found herself at a loss for words. This entire experience was a first time for them, in a lot of ways, but for Jason she could see the shift in his head space as he fell into a more submissive state of mind. It was a rarity, of that she was sure of and the fact that he was sharing it with her made this moment even more special. Quinn tried to keep herself together as pride and happiness took over and she reminded herself that this was still very much the middle of a scene and Jason needed her more than anything. Refocusing back on the man on her knees, Quinn blew some air on his neck and stood in her spot, completely releasing his cock from her hand. "What I want from you is to crawl into the bedroom and wait for me kneeling by the bed. You're going to be my submissive for tonight and together we're going to make this a memorable experience for both of us, is that understood?" Quinn couldn't fight the excitement that filled her chest and she realized that she'd never been as excited to perform a scene with anybody. This was going to be extremely special.

Jason shuddered as Quinn simultaneously hit his neck with a gust of breath as her strokes stopped. He choked back any noise that would sound like a wine, instead his body responding to Quinn's order by leaning forward onto his hands even as he could feel his heart pounding through what seemed like his entire body. He'd been on his knees in Quinn's room before, crawled even, in what felt like forever ago and yet somehow so closely familiar, like that connection hadn't been lost. However, never had he gone to the bedroom and the moment felt bigger as Jason knew he had already given in and decided to go. The last time he'd heard that tone from her he'd been her partner in Dominating, and now he was just as much her partner only the submissive. "Yes, I understand," he confirmed clearly as he made his way deliberately to Quinn's room for her. Each new foot he crawled, his breathing evened and he readied himself for what Quinn had in store for him. My submissive. The words still rang in his ears and the small part of him that riled against that thought was silenced by his desire to just be Quinn's. To be enough. To be good for her. He looked over his shoulder as the realization hit him, catching Quinn's gaze only long enough to quirk up one side of his mouth in a look of anticipation that let her know he was all in. When he reached the foot of the bed he settled back on his heels, hands resting on his thighs and his head tucked down ever so slightly in deference as he waited for Quinn's voice. As much as he wanted to look up and see her, his domme for the night, he knew patience was necessary.

Quinn needed that moment alone to prepare herself for what was to come. Jason wasn't just another submissive and while she understood this was probably going to be a one time deal, she was excited that it had finally come and she was going to savor it as best she could. Her clothes were left by the door to be dealt with later for right now, there was only one thing on the Switch's mind and that was the boy that was waiting for her in the other room. Quickly, she grabbed a tray of ice from the freezer in the kitchen and entered the bedroom to find Jason kneeling and waiting just like she asked him. The tray found it's way onto her desk, the same desk that she pulled the chair from. "Come, submissive. Sit." It was a simple enough order and as soon as he followed suit, his hands were tied behind his back and his feet were tied to the chair. A blindfold covered his eyes and it was obvious what would happen next. Quinn took her place in Jason's lap, making sure to leave his cock untouched as the first cube of ice pressed against his shoulder.

Jason could hear Quinn set something on the desk and the chair scraping across the floor, but he resisted the urge to turn around until her heard her order him. He was momentarily relieved and pleased she hadn't called him pet, ever a trickier place for him to be. He was quick to the chair, silent, more out of focus than anything else. Quinn's sparse words building a tension that Jason did not want to break. He looked up at Quinn proudly as he let himself be bound, his desire to please her mixing with that of knowing she wanted this from him. He had steadied himself as the ties were tightened, watching Quinn and knowing she had things under control. The realization almost floored him, in that it had been so long, maybe never that he had felt this level of security with a Dominant. Though the sensation was short lived as the blindfold slipped over his eyes. His mouth dropped open, a soft sound of surprise escaping. Had Quinn not taken her place on his lap just as he tugged involuntarily at his binds to try and touch her, anxiety might have spread. Instead, she was warm and firm in his lap, contact just far away from where he wanted it most. His brow knit together as he kept himself from attempting to rock into her, his head falling forward with a hiss at the contact of ice on his warm skin. The cold was unexpected and he jolted, "Ahh, Quinn." Again his tone was desperate. He needed her, and while he could feel her so close everything was on edge as he waited for what she had planned for him. Her couldn't help but worm beneath her, but he didn't tug at his bindings.

Quinn smirked at the reaction she got from him as the ice touched his skin. Her legs stretched out as far as they could so she could keep her toes gripped into the floor as much as she could in case Jason's body reacted more violently to the things she planned to do to him but it seemed as though he was determined to keep as much control as he could over his body. Quinn wanted him to let go completely, however, and decided to continue what she was doing, pressing the ice and leaving a trail from his shoulder across his chest to the other shoulder. "It would do you well to remember my title, submissive." Quinn pressed forward, allowing her tongue to flick against his ear. "I'd hate to have to tease you even more." Her fingers just trailed up his cock and she couldn't help but smile as it twitched against her hand. Picking up another piece of ice, she placed it in her mouth this time and decided to step off of him, letting her hands rest on his legs to keep contact, and moved the piece of ice down his chest. Streaks of water started to form where the ice was and it left a trail down his abdomen and right to the bottom of his stomach before it melted. Placing another piece of ice in her mouth, she smirked at where this was going to lead. This was going to be the fun part. Her lips barely touched his length as the ice moved from the tip to the base but her eyes were fixed on his face. She loved watching his reactions.

Jason shuddered from both the trail of the ice across his collarbone and the words of Quinn in his ear, firm but not harsh. His mouth dropped open as if to speak, but nothing came at first and then only unintelligible sounds of pleasure as Quinn followed through with her teasing, finger tips dancing along his erection. It sent a thrum of arousal through his entire body and he knew he was flushing. He couldn't stop the whine that came with the loss of weight when Quinn got up, but her hands holding him kept him grounded. The next piece of ice had his muscles clenching involuntarily as it ran a line down to his crotch, but that hardly prepared him for what came next. He could feel Quinn close but the barest graze of her lips and then the freezing cold of the ice cube running down his length both tempered his erection and somehow fueled his overall arousal. His unrestrained moan would have been louder had he not tucked his chin into his chest and twisted his shoulder up as far as it could go with his hands tied. The blindfold made everything more focused, intense. This time when his mouth opened to speak he remembered the words spoken to him and it was almost startling how naturally the title fell from his lips as if he wasn't trying at all. "Miss... oh please, Miss," he said, completely hers then. Any lingering worry or anxiety that pricked at his mind had dissipated only to leave him with all that mattered - him with his Miss and what she had in store for him. His chest heaved with his breathing and his toes curled into the floor, the wait building his tension to a fever pitch.

Quinn "Good boy." Quinn's fingers gripped even harder at the flesh of his thighs, an attempt to ground herself. Her title left Jason's mouth surrounded by complete submission and arousal and it elated Quinn. Her chest puffed out in pride and her own arousal grew, causing her to press her legs together. But none of it broke concentration, the focus she had on her submissive, her good boy, was far too strong. As much as she wanted to taste him and wreck him over all, she opted to follow her own rule of thumb: showing patience and restraint would make it all worth while in the end. When the ice finally melted, leaving her lips numb from the cold, she finally gave in to her desire and wrapped her mouth around his arousal, moaning around the flesh as her nails broke into the skin of his legs. It was only a small reward, however, and she let go with a pop as soon as she took all of him in her mouth. Then with another piece of ice lodged between her lips, she ascended his body. From navel to shoulder, taking a different route than the one earlier, and biting on he opposite ear. "I don't think you've begged nearly enough, my good boy. I think you need to try a little harder. Unless you want me to just keep teasing you."

Jason shuddered in complete response to the praise that came from Quinn's lips, her nails digging into his thigh muscles helping him to feel as though they were locked together. Even without seeing her, Jason knew her focus was completely on him, and unlike almost all previous experiences he finally welcomed the attention despite the fact he was submitting. Quinn's lips when they wrapped around him next felt different than he was used to, cold and almost firmer somehow. The moan that it extracted from his body was deep and almost a growl in how it rumbled through him. The pleasure was all too short, and Jason slumped as much as he could bound to the chair. The realization of how confined he was made his breathing quicken involuntarily with some anxiety, but again the nails of his Miss, this time cutting into him, let him know they were connected. He steadied himself but it wasn't long before he was panting again, though this time do to Quinn trailing the ice up his body, strands of hair tickling up his chest as she went. He wiggled underneath her, and bit hard on his own bottom lip when she found his ear again sending a throb of pleasure right to his erection. Begging wasn't something Jason was used to. In exams it essentially motions he had to go though. But this was different because Quinn was asking it of her good boy and there wasn't anything that he could have refused her right then. Jason let out a huff of a breath as he released the lock his teeth had on his lip. "I need you, Miss, please," Jason begged. "I can't get there without you. Oh fuck, please. Let me have more. Miss, I want," he panted as he struggled to keep stringing the words together. "Please don't stop touching me." This time it wasn't a conscious thought that led him to use the title. It was the only name that came to him, lost in his submission to Quinn. The blindfold had the effect of keeping him almost isolated in the state, the touches familiar enough that he knew it was Quinn and he felt safe, but the newness also leaving no doubt he was with his Miss and would be her good boy. "I need you, Miss," he repeated this time his voice more desperate, asking for more to get him closer to release but also just more of her. He craned his neck to press his face to Quinn's while she was still close to him, wanting the connection the only way he could reach for it.

Quinn couldn't help but smirk as she pulled back, green hues washing over his features. To see his lips lodged between his teeth and the restless expression that was etched on his face. The feeling of power when someone was completely at her disposal. It was one she knew well but one that also didn't seem as rewarding as when given to her from the boy in front of her. She had many that submitted to her, but he was different. He was always different. Perhaps it was the history they had, just everything they had been through together. She had seen him at his most vulnerable and vice versa. There was a place in her heart just for him. Feelings that involved more than just friendship, more than just sex, and in this particular moment of time, something more than just submission. He was her good boy, that much was true, and while that had been true for the past two years, this was the first time that actually felt true. She was just as much at his disposal as he was at hers and while she held the power physically and mentally, emotionally he stood just as much ground. Each word of his begging brought Quinn closer and closer to where he needed her most and with the blindfold obstructing his vision, she was able to surprised him with her hand finally wrapping itself around his length. It was a series of moments of touch and go, of Quinn fully enveloping him and of her letting go so that she could circle around him. Stop and go. So that by the time she was ready to reward him for his patience, it would be well worth it. The sun was low in the sky, bringing in minimal light into the bedroom, but Quinn didn't mind. It somehow made the setting a little more intimate. She didn't need her eyes, all she needed was to feel his flesh against hers. After a few more painful minutes and Quinn finally gave in. He had begged well enough and waited long enough for his reward. As she wrapped her hands around his neck, she could feel the droplets of sweat that collected there from her exerting him and that only further verified that he'd suffered long enough. Her arms rested on his shoulders and she settled herself in his lap, her sex hovering over his cock, teasing him to the point that she was sure he would want nothing else but for her to sink down, but first she removed the blindfold without a warning, just to get a proper look at his face when finally sinking down on to him. There was an audible gasp from her as her eyes locked on to his. "Fuck."

Jason jolted when Quinn's hand curled unexpectedly around him, his mouth opening but no clear words coming out. She was teasing him but in a way that made everything mount to a higher peak. Each tug of her hand seemed to build the tension inside his body, stopping before she took him too far. "Oh, Miss, yes," he finally managed to say, feeling her close as she circled around him with her touches. For being tied to a chair, Jason had never felt so much exertion in a stationary position, sweating and breathing hard in anticipation of what was coming. The muscles in his legs and torso were clenching, not because he was rocking away from the chair like before, but because he was straining to hold back. As soon as her body settled against him he became lightheaded and almost leaned forward. But instead her hands were on his face, the touch so familiar and comforting and then finally removing the blindfold. The room wasn't bright so he blinked only once as his eyes locked on Quinn's, the connection he'd been feeling the whole night sealing as he could read just how much she was there for him. Time hung suspended in that moment until Quinn lowered herself. Jason's jaw went slack with an unrestrained groan of pleasure both from the feel of Quinn finally completely and fully around him and from the look of pleasure on her face. He couldn't look away, the smallest whisper of <i>Miss</i> escaping in place of any other cry. If asked later Jason would say he'd had moments of completely intimacy with Quinn before, where she had seen all of him and she'd let him see the places she rarely opened up. But none of those compared to this where even without his hands around her, holding Quinn to him, he never felt so connected or consumed by her. He had given her all of himself and he had no doubt that Quinn had equally invested in return. He was grateful for her arms around his neck so he could feel the closeness, but still he leaned to press his forehead to hers. They were so close he could feel her hot breath over his face while he angled his hips up slightly, unsure if she wanted him to move at all but needing to have her feel all of him. He desperately wanted to kiss her, but he waited. Her good boy would wait.

Quinn was lost in her own senses, but the groan that left Jason's mouth reverberated around the quiet air around them, matching the intensity of the curse that left her own mouth. She pushed her forehead against his, an immediate reaction to burst of affection from her submissive. It was a feeling she never felt before and it overwhelmed her. Often times, though she would never admit it, her intimate moments with Jason were the cause of tear . Tears that were a reaction to the intensity and vulnerability she often felt when she was with him when she was stripped and bare. When dominating, there was often a shield that went up, giving her complete control. But here, with her eyes locked with Jason's and her natural reaction to the intensity that lay beneath brown hues, that same vulnerability and openness took over her. The combination of it all was almost too much for the Switch and she nearly buckled, once more, at how much it was affecting her. Quinn's hands connected behind his neck and she pressed herself even closer to him. As much as she wanted to divert her gaze to the wall behind him and just focus on the feeling of being completely consumed, she opted not to. Instead she gave into the gaze and for once didn't try to cover up any part of herself from him. If he could give himself to her completely, there was no reason she couldn't do the same. "My good boy," she whispered again. This time it was more for herself than for him, a reminder of who he was to her always, but especially in this moment. Slowly, Quinn started to move, savoring each time she moved up and sank back down on his length. The build up was enough to leave her teetering on the edge, but she was determined to make this last longer. She kissed him, with as much passion as she could muster, finally giving into the urge to close her eyes but as soon as she pulled away, short of breath and flushed in the face, her eyes were on his, bent on capturing every reaction he had to offer.

Jason found himself short of breath under Quinn's intense gaze, the way that she didn't hold back as felt as though she peered right into him. Saw all the parts of him that had felt lacking lately, the places where he didn't measure up or simply didn't fit the mold. She saw all of that, and it didn't matter because she was showing him that he wasn't lacking to her. He was more than enough. And while she physically held him, fingers threaded at the back of his neck, Jason knew he was just as there for her too. His role as her submissive included buoying her up, and she was letting him instead of holding it all herself. For once he was the one who shed a tear, moisture leaking from the corner of one eye when the three special words were breathed across his face. Now there was no higher standard he could hold to than that. "Always," he choked out. "Completely." The addendum was new but necessary. His body rocked with hers, the motions slow, deliberate and with a building passion that burned through his whole body. When her lips finally found his he felt as though he might burst, chest filling with affection and emotions he couldn't quite place along with the enthralling sensation of being so close to the edge again. He lost himself in the press of his mouth to hers to distract from his need to let go elsewhere. He couldn't touch her, hands tied, when she pulled away so he rubbed his nose to hers his body sensitive to even that little touch as it was to the way she clenched around his length. His lips were kiss swollen, parted in labored breath, each muscle in his body tensing and releasing in time with Quinn. "Miss, I'm so close," he confessed, his self-control waning under the feeling of being consumed by Quinn. It was too much too hold on to when all he wanted was to give in to her. "Please, so close." The corner of his bottom lip got tucked between his teeth again as he set himself in determination.

Quinn There was no real separation between Jason and Quinn. Her body molded into his in more ways than just where their bodies were actually joined. Hands, legs, and lips all alike. His words sunk to the pit of her stomach and without thinking, she brushed away the stray tear that leaked from his eye and down his cheek. Even without the words, that would have been enough. This was the most vulnerable she'd ever seen him and she just savored the look on his face for as long as she could. Quinn lodged her hands to the side of his face once more, hovering her face close enough to his that he could feel it's presence, but still left breathing room so she could keep her gaze intense upon his. He was begging without prompting and while it awakened a sense of pride within the Switch, she resisted in her temptation to give him exactly what he wanted. However close she was and no matter the overwhelming amount of affection she had for him, he still needed to work for his reward, a consistency she had for EVERYONE who submitted to her. "It's not going to be that easy, my good boy. You will wait for permission, is that understood?" Quinn's voice was firm, just as the hand that took hold of his chin. This was the part where she tested his resolve. Did he deserve to finish? Only he could tell her. Quinn kept the pace smooth and slow, drawing out every thrust and she moved above him.

Jason breathed through his nose, rocking as Quinn rode him with her own determined pace. He sighed along with how she took his face and kept him locked in on her, no room to sway his gaze elsewhere. Not that he wanted to be fixed anywhere else but on his miss right then. Her hand came to his chin and her next words should have been expects as they proved Quinn to be every bit the Domme he knew her to be. He knew it could only be at her command. There was complete confidence and a need for his obedience just in the tone. All of Jason wanted to give her that. "Yes, Miss," he said, his nodding shallow but sincere as he worked to keep his body from letting go. He stopped trying to will himself to keep himself from toppling over the edge and instead honed in on Quinn. His climax was linked to her now and not determined only by what he was feeling, the pleasure building in him. Instead what mattered was her and what or more importantly when she wanted this from him. It didn't mean that pleasured strained sounds stopped, Jason's focus on keeping himself together requiring substantial effort. But it meant in his mind there was no way he was going to fail Quinn because the only option was to wait for her.

Quinn didn't expect anything different from Jason but the answer that left his lips still left her in complete awe of the situation and how easily he submitted to her in this moment. She tried her hardest to memorize everything. The way 'Miss' fell from his lips, his body completely bound and at her disposal, the intensity behind brown hues as he matched her gaze. It was all too much but at the same time she wanted more. The slow pace at which she moved above him left her with the opportunity to feel every inch of his length pressing at her walls as she filled herself up with him. She was able to concentrate on every single sensation and every single reaction, making it easier to memorize everything. "Good boy, such a good boy. Always a good boy." There wasn't much time for Jason to bask in the glory of her words. As soon as she moved down on him, her orgasm took over her, causing her entire body to shake uncontrollably. No matter how hard she fought to remain still or to regain some control, it was useless. "Come for me, my good boy," Quinn whispered, into the space between them before locking his lips in a kiss. More than anything else, she wanted him to lose control with her.

Jason: Her words were washing over him, like a solid refrain binding the bubble they were in together just before Quinn's orgasm came crashing down. Jason gasped himself as soon as he felt her muscles around him begin to flutter and the rest of her body tremble against his skin. He fought to keep his eyes open and watch her and were it not for all his focused being trained on her he might have missed the command whispered into the stillness. His cry was swallowed up by Quinn's mouth as Jason shattered. The razor thin measure of control he held for Quinn was gone and he was arching what little he could into her, spilling his release. His world seemed to go white and were the kiss not so passion, so intuitively familiar, so completely Jason's anchor he probably would have forgotten how to even do that in wake of his climax. It was all given up to his miss and release was unlike anything he had experience - the physical pleasure mixing with the emotional euphoria. My good boy had never resonated in him more than then. His lungs burned, his swimmer's body spent beyond his usual capacity. But he only broke the kiss for a second, not wanting to lose the connection he had there. For the second time he could feel wetness prick at his eyes.

Quinn was quiet in the moments after their fall over the edge and she held on to him. Long after she needed to, with lips burning a trail over his skin as she moved from his lips and down his jaw until she was brushing against his shoulder. Satisfied with just his touch and his smell. Even though she'd let him slip out of her and untied his hands from behind him, it wasn't until the sun was completely out of the sky that she removed himself from him to turn on the light. Her eyes were slanted as they readjusted to the light and she made quick work of untying his legs from the chair and pressing kisses to the skin there, indented with the shape of the ropes that previously pressed into his skin there. But it didn't stop there, the affections she felt towards him in the aftermath of their blissful encounter was shown by her gently massaging his legs, then even more so with her brushing her fingertips against his chest until her lips descended upon the top of his forehead. Grabbing on to his hand and pulled him from the chair that held them both in during their throws of passion and she knew that it would hold the fondest of memories she had at Roselle once she left the confines of the campus. "Let's get you to bed, hm?"

Jason was caught in a post orgasmic haze that extended through the release of complete submission. The lips of his Miss, softly trailing over him kept him steady, his body still sensitive to every press of her lips and connection they communicated. He breathed her in deeply, hopeful some part of him committing it to memory as he let Quinn hold him though his drained state. His arms fell as soon as the ropes weren't holding them in position. A sudden burn in his shoulders and the across the top of chest that he wasn't even aware of until it flared. Weakly he curled one arm around Quinn's middle and buried his face into her neck. They stayed like that, the room slipping into darkness, the weight of the woman on top of him letting him settle from the experience he just had with her. He ducked his chin into his chest when the light came on, arms too sore to bother lifting them to shield his eyes. Quinn was so gentle with him, her touches, how she rubbed his tense muscles, the kisses she left on the marks that were made on his skin. She cared for him exactly how he knew she would, how he trusted her to, and a complete sense of contentment filled Jason when the last kiss was dropped to his forehead. He couldn't speak, but he didn't need to, simply looking up at her with his wide brown eyes and a small smile in an unspoken thank you. Her hand was firm around his and it was good she had taken her time in letting him up or else his legs would have been shakier than they were. The bed wasn't far, and as soon as they were on it Jason curled his body into her. For once there was no desire to play the strong guy and have her lay on his chest, but he didn't feel small either as he clung to her and settled some of his weight against her. Quinn didn't make him feel small, she made him feel complete as her submissive. He craned up to press another soft kiss to her lips because right then she meant more to him than he could even express, and a kiss was all he could do.

Quinn lost track of time once they hit the bed, not that she'd been tracking it previously. She was just content to be holding him close to her. She knew it was needed, the sense of security. She needed to be sensitive to his head space, especially because it wasn't a place he was used to and if that meant holding him against her and peppering kisses on his forehead and face, then so be it. Eventually they would make it to the bath and she would make them both smoothies in bed, a nostalgic sentiment she shared with the other Switch, but for the time being, she was content with just holding him and savoring this moment with him because she knew that it was probably a once in a lifetime deal. Quinn would remember this for the rest of her life and that thought alone made her appreciate living in the moment so much more.

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