It’s natural to take out your frustrations on your partner.
Jasmine and May had made an art of it.
And it was exactly what Jasmine needed as she trudged the last few steps up to their apartment, back aching from carrying her work bag the long walk home from the train station, a walk that should have been a ride except her phone had died and she hadn’t been able to call the ride share.
Her phone had died because the thirty minute client call at the end of her day had become a two hour call, of talking in circles with the client because they insisted they’d already asked for a feature despite signing off on a scope of work that didn’t include it.
As she turned the key in the lock, she was feeling more riled up than exhausted. She’d learned to not shy away from that fire, lately.
May was there to greet her. She wore nothing but an apron and a thong, and her plump thighs and arms jiggled as she waved Jasmine in. She was of Chinese descent, black hair and monolid eyes, though Jasmine actually spoke more Mandarin than May did, after a multi-year project with a Chinese client.
Jasmine was a few inches taller, Black, with her natural hair cut to a long ‘fro. May always said it looked angelic. Right now, Jasmine felt devilish.
Jasmine slumped her bag against the wall as May stepped over to give her a hug.
“How was work?” May asked.
“I need to hit something,” Jasmine said with a wry smile.
May sidled in a little closer, kissed Jasmine’s cheek, then looked up at her. “I volunteer as tribute.”
Jasmine reached around and smacked May’s ass.
May gasped and whimpered, clinging closer to Jasmine’s chest.
Jasmine’s hand stung, but it was worth it. She dug her fingers into May’s shoulder and turned her around, steering her over to the bedroom.
May happily complied.
It was not so long ago that Jasmine had felt guilty to even use a sharp tone of voice with May. Even if May asked for her to, what if it was still too mean? What if it made Jasmine an ‘angry black woman’ after all?
But then, Jasmine had learned how to ask different questions. What if she was afraid of how much she loved it? What if it made her powerful? What if it made her happy, the first and foremost thing that black women were not allowed to be?
So, Jasmine had embraced it, much to May’s delight.
By this point, they had worked out the kinks.
So very many kinks. (Bondage, name-calling, impact play and more…)
Jasmine shoved May onto the bed, though May was already swooning. Jasmine flicked open the nightstand drawer and grabbed the paddle that was ready and waiting, cracking it against May’s ass without warning.
May gasped and jumped and then moaned into the pillow. “What did I dooo?”
It was part of the game. Jasmine smacked her other ass cheek with the paddle, and didn’t answer. She loved the way May’s plump ass and thighs jiggled with each strike.
May asked again, “What did I do?”
Jasmine answered with as hard a strike as she could manage.
May gasped, the cheeks of her face tinging pink, her eyes fluttering with pleasure, her open mouth falling against the bedspread.
An expansive, powerful feeling welled in Jasmine. She had needed to keep herself reined in, polite with the clients and now she did not.
Instead of tamping down this energy, she had held it, kept it ready and waiting for this moment.
Jasmine swung another hard strike at May’s other ass cheek, the sharp snap echoing in the small room.
She learned that while she did not necessarily enjoy inflicting pain in and of itself, she loved to inflict sensation. To make herself felt. To flood May’s body with the hot, heavy feelings that May craved, to send her spiraling down, down into sub space, to turn the other woman into a quivering pet and then to take very, very good care of her.
“W-what did I do…”
“Hush. I’m using you.”
May yelped and quivered. She loved it when Jasmine said things like that. Jasmine followed with another series of spanks, savoring May’s squeaks and gasps.
When both the cheeks of May’s face and ass were rosy red, Jasmine set the paddle aside and traced her fingertips down May’s spine.
May gasped and shivered.
Jasmine cupped her hands over the warm skin of May’s ass and kneeled behind her, trailing soft, tender kisses along her cheeks.
May sighed and melted into the bed, totally surrendered to Jasmine’s touch.
Jasmine curled her fingers to claws and raked them lightly down May’s thighs. May shivered and moaned.
Jasmine moved smoothly from impulse to action in this headspace, polite inhibitions set aside, and May loved it that way.
Jasmine grabbed May’s ass, pulling her cheeks apart to get a better look at May’s vulva. The inner labia were already puffy. Jasmine gently dipped her finger between them, pulling out a deeper moan from May along with the wetness on her fingertips.
Jasmine grinned and swirled her now-slick fingertips over May’s clit.
May moaned open-mouthed into the bedspread.
Jasmine tsked. “C’mon, you know better than to drool on the bed. Don’t make a mess.”
May squeaked and struggled to collect herself. “I c-can’t help it!”
Jasmine reached her hand around the front of May’s hip on one side and pulled. “C’mon, roll over.”
May obliged. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her expression dazed.
Jasmine stepped over to the closet and grabbed the waterproof blanket, throwing it over the other side of the bed. She patted the middle and May eagerly shuffled over.
Before May even had a chance to settle, Jasmine was on top of her, her fingers inside of May and curled up to her g-spot.
May cried out with pleasure.
Jasmine smirked. “Oh, do you like that?”
“Y-yes… fuck, you feel so good…”
“Oh yeah? How about now?” Jasmine started fucking May with her hand and May’s face became the most perfect picture of desperate bliss. She was incapable of answering Jasmine’s question, just as Jasmine had hoped.
May was clever as they come, except for moments like these when she sunk into sub space, and that made it all the more fun to remind her, “You look like such a useless whore.”
All May could do to respond was gush pre-orgasmic bliss over Jasmine’s hand.
“F-fuck, I’m close…”
Jasmine worked May right to the edge, then abruptly stopped stroking.
May gasped and shook, looking up at Jasmine with those big brown eyes, full of desperation and indignation.
“Please!”
“No. Not yet.”
“W-why?”
“Dunno, just don’t feel like it yet.” And that was the truth. Jasmine loved this part. She loved saying ‘no’ for no reason at all, just because she felt like it, just because she wanted to tease and torment May.
At work, clients expected ‘yes’. Any ‘no’ had to be exactly justified, carefully delivered.
Not here. The more arbitrary, the more whimsical the ‘no’, the more May loved it.
Because May loved to unravel like this, to be totally vulnerable and utterly safe, to feel all of these delightfully tortuous sensations and know that she would be so much more than alright.
Before May could protest any more, Jasmine resumed finger-fucking her and May’s protests melted to moans.
May squirted again, quickly approaching orgasm.
Jasmine edged her a second time. May sputtered, lifting her hips to grind up into Jasmine’s hand.
Lucky for May, Jasmine was getting similarly eager for the climax.
That warm, expansive feeling surged out of Jasmine’s chest and sent her whole body tingling, alive with the consciousness of what she was doing to May, of how it made herself feel, every nerve alight with electric power.
This, to Jasmine, was what it meant to be a sadist.
As May approached the edge again, her moans became louder.
Jasmine smirked. “Remember, we got that noise complaint. Be sure to cum quietly…”
May’s eyes widened, briefly brought back from the edge. She looked desperately worried. “Y-you know I can’t when you make me squirt!”
“I believe in you.”
“N-no, Jazz, I c-can’t, you have to—”
Jasmine cut her off by fucking her harder. “Nah, I know you can be quiet if you want. If you scream, it must be because you want the whole block to know what a slut you are.”
The words pushed May even harder towards the edge, deepening her predicament.
May now gripped the blanket, trying desperately to keep control of herself. Her eyes rolled back and re-focused, she gushed over Jasmine’s hand again.
“Ohhhh fuck…”
Jasmine grinned, her own heart beating fast and her own arousal surging. Inflicting this most intense of pleasures on May was her favorite of all.
Every muscle in May’s body was tense, like a wound spring, her inner walls squeezing around Jasmine’s fingers, her hips bucking.
May’s breath turned to rapid panting, her chest heaving. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
She screamed — indeed loud enough for the neighbors to hear — and squirted hard. Jasmine fucked her through the surge of the climax and then the long tail of after-shocks.
Tension drained out of May with each pulse, until she was left soft and exhausted on the bed.
Jasmine grinned and licked off her fingers, taking a moment to strip off her clothes and toss them into a pile by the nightstand before returning to the bed and curling around May, her cheek on May’s forehead.
May moaned softly and tried to stir, too tired and dizzy from sub space to form actual words, but Jasmine knew it was something about reciprocating.
Jasmine was aroused, certainly, but she was also sated. She’d gotten the release that she was after.
The powerful heat had gone soft and warm, and all she wanted to do was caress the beautiful, brave little woman.
“Shhh. You can make it up to me tomorrow.”
May nuzzled into Jasmine’s cheek and Jasmine kissed her forehead and together they drifted off into bliss.
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