He grabbed my arm in a deceptively tight grip. “Let’s go….now!” he growled just loud enough for me to hear it…and feel the simmering anger. I kept a well practiced expression of nonchalance on my face, knowing that to alarm the other guests at the party would not do, and any hint of my pleasure at his reaction would ruin my careful planning.  He had seen the artfully arranged encounter between myself and a striking brunette model a few minutes earlier.  She was an acquaintance of mine, who had hinted at becoming more…friendly…in the past few weeks.  I was definitely interested, but hesitant to jump into untested waters, especially with Jake recently taking full possession of me.  But I had let her approach me tonight and I could see the longing in her dark brown eyes, I let her lean in and kiss me on the cheek, I even touched her arm suggestively. I felt bad that I was using her to get Jake jealous, but then again…who knew what would happen in the future?Jake is under the impression that he is training me to be his submissive. He fails to realize that he is actually being trained to be my dom.  I’m not sure how he would take it if he found the tables being reversed, since he has really taken to his “role”.  Even though almanbahis şikayet he insists that he has never done this with another woman, his early hesitation has quickly given way to full bore dominance. I have to work very hard at not letting myself show the least bit of pleasure at his severe treatment of me. It all has to look like he is the one with all the power…if he realized that HIS chain was the one being yanked, he might really make me sorry!I made excuses and said goodbyes as we meandered to the front door to leave. Jake never let go of my arm, and I am sure he was wishing I would hurry it up.  I saw my best friend, Jill, glance at Jake and then shoot me a “you’re in so much trouble” look as I flashed her an “yeah, and I love it” smile. She shook her head and laughed as we finally got our coats and left. Outside, Jake tightened his grip and stepped up the pace to the car. I was having trouble keeping up in my ridiculously high heels, but managed to get to the car without spraining anything. He opened my door and shoved my inside…as he virtually sprinted around the other door, I allowed myself a tiny grin of satisfaction that was wiped off instantly when he opened the driver-side door.He peeled out of almanbahis canlı casino the drive way and raced down the dark streets of the stately neighborhood. My heart raced as he found the almost hidden entrance to the heavily wooded park that had been there for over a hundred years. He put the car in park and leaned his seat back as he unzipped his pants. I didn’t say a word, but yelped in surprise when he grabbed a fist full of my hair and forced me down onto his throbbing cock.  I thought about resisting, but decided to let him have some fun. “I saw you with that bitch”, he snarled as he pushed my head further down so his head lodged in my throat. I fought the urge to gag.  He was large, but I could handle him…usually. “So you want to try women now, or what? You fucking slut!” he had started thrusting his hips up while he forced my head down so his entire length was being forced into my mouth and down my throat. “You are only allowed to do what I demand! Do you understand that?” I managed to make some type of affirmative sound between thrusts and gasps for air.He was being a bit more forceful than he had been on previous occasions, and I could feel myself getting really moist. I could hear his labored breathing almanbahis casino and his grip on my hair tightened painfully. His cock swelled in my mouth and I knew he was about to erupt. Even as I gasped for breath and gagged at the force of his thrusts, I felt myself throbbing with arousal as I braced myself for his climax.”OH FUCK! YES! This is what you’re good for, you whore!” he held my head down on his lap as his cum spurted into my throat. I was seriously scared that he was going to forget to let me breathe, but I tried not to struggle. As his body relaxed a bit, he let me up. “Thank you, sir,” I whispered hoarsely.Jake laughed and said “You’re not of the hook yet.”I sat up-right in my seat and pulled down the visor mirror.  My face was beet-red, my hair was a wreck, my mascara had run with the tears that gagging had produced and my dark red lipstick had migrated from my lips to his dick. I fished a brush and a gloss from my bag and did what I could to make myself somewhat presentable as Jake started the car and drove us to my place. I could barely contain my excitement, wondering what his plans were when we got home. We drove the short route in silence…he wouldn’t even hold my hand.  I saw his grip on the steering wheel and shifter getting tighter and tighter. The throbbing in my clit had been joined by a pit of fear in my stomach, which just made me more insanely horny.When we pulled into the drive way, Jake opened the glove box and pulled out the leather collar.