Diamonds Forever by Justine Elyot Page A

with heavenly efficacy. She could feel it melt into her pores, while his strong hands worked out the knots of anxiety beneath them.
    ‘Oh, you’re good,’ she moaned.
    ‘Another way I could have earned a living,’ he said. ‘If I’d thought of it. I’d like to paint the way your skin shimmers and moves underneath me. I’ll have to pose you like this some time.’
    ‘Is your next show going to be full of nude studies of me?’ She laughed lazily, thinking she was joking.
    ‘Yeah, I think it might be.’
    ‘Jason …’
    ‘Relax. Shh. Lie still now.’
    How her muscles seemed to unloop and roll out into carefree ribbons beneath his touch. Oh, her masseuse in LA had had nothing on Jason …
    But her masseuse in LA hadn’t slipped her hands beneath Jenna’s breasts to squeeze them either.
    Neither had she made quite such a meal of her upper thighs, pushing fingertips into the sensitive inner skin, teasing and easing right up to her outer labia. He massaged them delicately, pulling the lips apart as he applied his heavenly pressure, making her long for him to reach over to her clitoris, or push a few fingers up inside her.
    But he wouldn’t. He gave his full absorption to those fringe areas of her sex, knowing well how their stimulation sent waves of pleasure in turn to the inner sanctum. But she would have to wait, wet and longing, for him to arrive there.
    Because now he was out and up and on to her bottom, grabbing great greedy handfuls of it, slicking and oiling it up until it must have shone.
    He pressured and pummelled her, making her muscles ease and then begin to ache. He opened her cheeks wide and used his thumbs to draw deep circles in the sensitive insides until she wanted to buck and jolt with the need to be entered and taken.
    ‘Easy, love,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘I don’t want to rush you.’
    ‘What if I want to be rushed?’
    ‘Are you telling me to get on with it?’
    ‘I wouldn’t put it quite like that … but …’
    Jason’s reply was to coat his fingers in lubricant and dig deeper between her cheeks. Her muscles, still relaxed from having the plug inside, allowed his fingers in without undue contraction.
    How very different a proposition fingers were compared to a plug. The plug had sat, ever-present but motionless, while Jason’s fingers crooked and twisted and tested her limits until she squirmed and tried to pull her bottom away from him.
    ‘Nuh uh,’ he said, grasping her firmly by the hips. ‘You don’t get away that easily. Don’t you like it?’
    ‘It’s just … weird.’ She couldn’t even describe it to herself. It was invasive but not as uncomfortable as she’d thought. There was a faint pain, but it wasn’t enough to dispel the constant pulse of need situated around her sex. It wasn’t so much the sensation in itself that was arousing, but the knowledge of its being done to her.
A man’s fingers are in my bottom.
    Mere articulation of this thought was enough to make her bury her face and groan with shameful excitement.
    ‘Good weird or bad weird?’
    ‘Both.’
    Jason seemed to accept this as an insightful answer.
    ‘That’s how it should be,’ he said. ‘You’re doing well, babe. I’m proud of you.’
    This made Jenna feel at once very small and very happy. She was the junior partner now, the novice. When they were in bed, everything changed and she shed her high-powered persona to become this strange, submissive person, subject to Jason’s will.
    ‘OK,’ he said, scissoring his fingers inside her until tears came into her eyes. ‘I think you’re ready.’
    He pulled them out very slowly – agonisingly slowly. He seemed to know how difficult this was for Jenna to take, but her tossing of hair and plaintive little yelps made no difference.
    ‘Got to keep those muscles in good shape,’ he said. ‘You’ll need to clench and unclench them a lot, as an exercise, like the pelvic floor stuff. If we’re going to be doing much of this. Which we