Break Me Open, part 2

This is fan fiction piece from Chris Jackson’s chapter about Violet and Jason. It seemed like there was more to the story and I was intrigued. Massive credit to Chris for his characters, atmosphere and storyline.

This content is for mature audiences only.

Jason left in a hurry, didn’t close the door, didn’t say good night, nothing.

He was scared, unsettled, very unsure.

I knew I’d see him tomorrow. So I broke down the table, put everything away and went to bed. It took awhile to get to sleep, feeling the weight of him releasing to me, letting go. I slept deeply and awoke with purpose, a clear path forward.

In the morning at the Harjo offices, I greeted Katie. With coaching, she was different now.

She had settled into herself, into her confidence and was owning her position. We had established her board presence and how she would be protecting herself going forward. Her ability to read not just Jason for his needs and moods but also her surroundings. She was a natural and would be an excellent business partner.

I entered Jason’s office before he arrived. This was part of my wrap up of our services. The check in, the assessment, the conclusion of the assignment.

The view from the office penthouse was breathtaking, the city below, the view into the distance, particularly on this clear and cloudless day.

Jason arrived slightly later than usual. He didn’t realize or hadn’t grasped that I was already there and seated before the view. When he saw me, his reaction was visible. He stilled and swallowed. ‘Ms. Das, I didn’t expect you this morning.”

I rose from my seat and approached him obliquely, making space. ‘I like a debrief of my methods and the outcome before I conclude an assignment. I would love your input.” At the conclusion of that thought, I was standing beside him, both of us facing the view, shoulder to shoulder.

He closed his eyes, reopened them and focused beyond the glass. His mask now back in place and the openness of last night shuttered. We gazed at the view together for a few moments, his body still next to mine. Something had to be done.

He startled as I took his wrist and moved behind him. In my heels, I could just see over his shoulder and I moved into his space. My left hand found his chest over his heart and my right hand rested between his shoulder blades as I pressed up against him.

‘Jason.” A single soft breath out. My forehead tilted forward to rest on his back above my hand.

His breath was shallow, hitching in the quiet. Drawing a deep lungful of air slowly in, releasing it just as slowly, I melted into his back until I could feel him doing the same.

After a few breaths, I moved my right hand to just below his rib cage and held him with intention, still breathing deeply and pressing my cheek against his back, in that vulnerable place between his shoulder blades. He was softening under my hands, with the breath in increments. Slowly opening and releasing.

‘Violet.” A soft exhalation. The way I loved hearing him say my name.

‘Mhm?”

Again, in his quiet voice “I can’t stop thinking about last night. I’ve never... I didn’t know...”. His voice trailed away.

My arms tightened around him and his hands came up to cover mine as his head dropped forward.

‘I have you. You’re safe with me. You’re who you were before, there’s just more now.”

Both of us turned our gazes toward the bright ribbon of the river as it flowed through the heart of the city.

I pressed my hands into him again briefly, feeling his new softness and released him. He turned and held my gaze, open and vulnerable. I felt such a wave of tenderness for this man. This beautiful man who dropped his mask for me.

We both took another breath. I captured his hand and brought it to my chest. He spread his fingers out as I placed his hand over my heart. His hand was big enough to span the breadth of my chest with his thumb at one nipple and his little finger on the other, over the thin lace of my bra. My nipples hardened in response and Jason closed his eyes briefly.

‘Come to dinner again tomorrow night. Let’s continue this.”

He nodded and I turned to go. Clicked across the floor and closed the door to the office quietly behind me.

“Katie, Mr. Darjo will need a lighter schedule for the next two hours - would you please clear his calendar until this afternoon?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Katie put on her headset and clicked through the calendar as I walked to the elevator. As the door dinged shut, I could hear her, softly redirecting Jason’s morning.

Saturday afternoon arrived and I was enjoying the focus of preparing the meal for the evening. I’d spatchcocked and marinated a chicken, prepped the potatoes for roasting and washed the spinach. A bottle of Grenache and a chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc as options. The table was set and the plates were warming on the back of the stove.

I’d gone for a run that morning and finished a yoga session so my body felt relaxed, calm and open.

The massage table was set up in the sitting room/library, prepped with sheets and the coconut oil within easy reach.

At 5:30, I put the chicken and potatoes into the oven, olive oil, garlic, rosemary and lemon zest to season the mix. Spinach was prepped to go, serving dishes at the ready.

While the chicken was roasting, I showered then slicked myself with the richest body lotion I had. Unscented and quick to sink in. I’d waxed the day before - my pussy and legs were velvety smooth. Hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, I pulled on a pair of yoga pants that highlighted my ass and a sleeveless wrap top, no bra needed. No makeup other than a lip tint that I was going to put to the test tonight.

At 6, the doorbell rang. A thrill ran through me as I opened the door. Jason smiled at me as he walked in carrying a bottle of wine. He was dressed in a faded, soft black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, comfortable and relaxed. As he stepped over the threshold he caught the scent of the seasoning wafting from the oven. “Wow, that smells so good!”

“Comfort food is always right. Shoes off, please. Barefoot is the way here. Thank you for the wine.”

“Dinner has a few more minutes in the oven before it needs to rest.”

I led him to the kitchen where he perched on a barstool. “Red or white? We’ll keep your bottle and drink it later.”

“White”

I pulled down two wineglasses and handed him the Sauvignon and a corkscrew. “Will you pour?” He poured.

“Cheers, here’s to twice in one week.”

Jason tapped his glass against mine with a wry smile.

The oven dinged and I opened it in a cloud of fragrant steam. The casserole dish went on an unused burner. I added huge handfuls of spinach into a waiting skillet, olive oil shimmering. After the spinach wilted, lemon juice and capers went in, tongs turning the greens and coating them with the glossy sauce. Burner off and spinach covered, I turned back to Jason and stepped into his space, wineglass in hand.

Leaning forward, I nuzzled his cheek, kissed the corner of his mouth and breathed into his ear. “White or dark meat?”

He smiled. “I love a juicy thigh.”

‘Ah.” Holding his gaze, I pressed up against him, kissed the other corner of his mouth then bit his lower lip softly. His arms came up around me and he opened his mouth to mine, to my tongue. His body relaxed against me, even as I could feel his cock thickening in his jeans.

The second timer dinged. I squeezed Jason and reluctantly let go. Carving the chicken took no time. The skin was burnished and crisp, the meat underneath succulent. I plated everything, spooned over the jus, added a sprinkle of coarse salt and handed Jason his plate.

‘The plates are warm.” he noted as he sat.

‘Never serve hot food on cold plates, it’s disrespectful to the food.”

I sipped my wine as I watched Jason take a bite of everything. He hummed his appreciation and smiled at me.

‘You are very gratifying to cook for.” I dug into my own meal.

As we ate, the conversation came easily. He told me about his love for national parks, his most recent trip to Yellowstone, how he was sketching out a canoe trip to the Boundary Waters. He wanted to figure out the right time to go before the mosquitos came out in force. His enthusiasm lit his face and I thought there he is, there’s the man without his mask. He doesn’t know how desirable he is.

Jason paused. ‘What?”

I smiled. ‘You. I’m so enjoying this; spending time with you. Seeing you. You are delightful.”

He looked down at his plate then back up at me. “No one ever says that to me, about me. This is new. I like being seen.”

‘Then let me see more of you.”

I stood to clear the empty plates and he helped me carry the dishes to the sink. We tucked the food into the fridge, stacked the plates and refilled our glasses.

‘Come with me” as I caught his hand and led him to the sitting room. He glanced at the table. ‘Round two.”

Jason turned to me. ‘I’ve been thinking about this since you left the other night.” I murmured. Running my palms from his shoulders down his chest, I pulled his t-shirt away from his hips and slid my fingers under his waistband, pulling him to me. ‘You know you’re gorgeous, right? Let’s get these clothes off you.”

He pulled the shirt over his head while I sank to my knees, unbuttoning the fly of his jeans. The outline of his cock showed through his black briefs, a damp patch at the tip. I leaned into him and pressed my face between his thighs, inhaling deeply. ‘Fuck, you smell so good, just like I remember.” His cock stiffened as I rubbed my cheek and face against him.

I skimmed his jeans and briefs down his thighs, looking up at him, as he stepped out of them, then ran my hands back up his calves to his ass and squeezed. ‘You are perfect. Get on the table, face down to start.”

He climbed onto the table and exhaled. I stood to the side of the table and placed my left hand on his back over his heart and my right hand on his sacrum, pressing down with intent. We both settled until we were breathing deeply in tandem.

When I was ready, I moved to the head of the table and poured the coconut oil into my palms, coating my hands and forearms. Jason exhaled as my hands found his shoulders and pressed. Taking long slow sweeping strokes, I moved from his shoulder, down his back, over his hip, along the length of his thigh, calf to his heel before squeezing the arch of his foot and retracing back up to repeat on his other side. With repetition, Jason was softening, his muscles opening to me. As I worked, my palms were getting warmer.

I worked him deeply, thoroughly and slowly. The deeper the press, the slower the movement. Switching between using the heels of my hands and body weight, my knuckles and forearms, I moved down his body to his glutes and thighs. His body was opening and his breathing was deep - letting me in.

Sometimes, when the conditions are right during a massage, the person on the table releases so much that I feel like I could sink my hands into them, under the skin. The trust that takes makes those sessions feel sacred. Having Jason allow me to touch him in this way was...intense. In turn, I could feel myself opening to him.

Shifting to midway down the table, I propped one hip up next to his knees and, starting just above his knee, ran my hands up his thighs, into the space where his ass met his thighs and back down around his glutes and hips. He was so tight there - from holding himself in, being in control, holding everything together. Concentrating on pressing with my thumbs against his inner thighs and up, slowly, slowly as I went deeper.

“Mhm” he breathed as I finished another pass. “I didn’t know I was so tense there.”

I smiled. “Are you ready to turn over?”

“Yes”. He shifted and turned. His voice had deepened, was rougher. As he settled, eyes closed, his face at rest, I returned to the head of the table - pouring more oil into my palms.

Using the same long strokes, starting at his shoulder, down the right side of his chest, belly, passing his erect cock, over his hip to his foot and squeezing the arch. Same on the other side, my hands hotter now. Repeating, slowly, deeply, now catching his nipple between my fingers on the way, palms brushing closer to his hard cock but not touching. Watching his face relax further as I moved.

Again, the move to mid table, more oil, both hands holding his quads just above his knee and moving slowly, deeply up the thigh to the crease where it meets the hip. Jason pressed up into my palms. ‘Good?” I murmured. A slow nod, the response. His skin warming, muscles spreading open.

My hands spread wide over his belly at the base, brushing the sides of his cock with my thumbs. His cock flexed, lifting up, inviting me to slide my fingers to the very base of his belly, fingertips brushing the tender skin there, knuckles grazing his shaft. I rotated my other hand to slide under his balls, gathering and raking them lightly with my nails.

Jason exhaled and brought his hand down to cover the hand on his belly. “Please” he breathed, “please...” I lifted my gaze to his face “yes”. I poured a bit more oil over my fingers and slid one hand to the base of his shaft and the other underneath his balls to his taint, circling the flesh with two fingers.

‘Yes?”

He moaned in response.

“Would you like it if I licked you here?” His breath stuttered in response.

My fingertips drifted lower, pressing the soft entrance of his pucker lightly, circling, as I watched his face. His hand covering mine at the base of his cock tightened even as I could feel the ring of muscle opening for me. Pressing further gently until I was inside him, my other hand squeezed the base of his shaft lightly, middle finger stroking slowly along his interior wall.

‘Fuck, fuck” he exhaled. My hand moved from his cock to the top of his belly and pressed, other finger moving softly inside him.

“Yes, breathe, feel everything” I murmured. Jason’s body was opening further to me, his edges blurring and I could feel his pleasure in the letting go.

My hand drew back down again to the base of his cock, stroking the shaft slowly. I withdrew my finger from inside him, feeling him groan as it moved away. I shifted further up the table, hand still on his cock, so I could see his face.

“Jason, open your eyes, look at me”.

His eyes were heavy lidded, unfocused with pleasure under my gaze.

My voice velvet. “Jason, I want to fit a plug into you and then I want to ride you on the couch until you make me cum.”

It took a moment for those words to land, a combination of trepidation and thick desire on his face.

‘I, uh, I never... I don’t know? About the thing, not you cumming.”

“We can stop if you don’t like it. I think you will with the weight, the heaviness and fullness inside you. Let me try.”

He nodded, taking a shaky breath. I kissed him deeply, sucking his tongue into my mouth, groaning with the pleasure of him. “You are being so good for me.”

I turned, opened the drawer with the plug in it and held it up so he could see it. Metal with a flared base and a fingertip indent for positioning. Not huge but wide and very heavy.

I shifted back down the table to next to his knee. More oil on my hands, on the plug. Lifting his knee to put his foot flat on the table, I slid my hand over the shaft of his cock, full light strokes now, fingers spreading his precum over the engorged head, even as I positioned the round tip of the plug against his pucker.

“It’s cold” he gasped.

“Not for long.”

Jason’s cock kicked in my hand as I continued to stroke him lightly from his balls to the tip of his slippery cock. Squeezing the head, I pressed the plug gently, rhythmically against him, the tip sliding in a bit further each time. Looking up, I could see his head thrown back, mouth slightly open, nipples hard.

As the plug slid deeper inside him, he moaned under each breath.

“You’re doing so well, taking this for me, letting me open you.”

The muscle had softened enough for me push the fat rim of the plug right up against him. Matching my strokes on his cock, I pushed the plug in and out of him, circling the tip inside him. I felt his breathing change, deepen and I pressed the plug all the way in, the flared base seated against him.

“Fuck, god, fuck” he breathed.

“Oh, that is so good, seeing you filled like that.” I rocked the plug up and down incrementally while his cock started to stream precum.

“You are so fucking delicious!” I growled as I took him in my wet mouth, sliding my tongue over his slit, sucking the precum out of him, running my lips over the fat rim of his cock. My hand and mouth now moving in tandem while the other pressed against the plug and stroked his balls. They were starting to tighten now so I slowed my stroke and looked up at him.

“It’s time for you to fuck me. We’re going to move to the couch and I’m going to ride you until I cum.”

“Roll onto your side and get up from there.”

Trembling, Jason did as he was told and stepped gingerly over to the couch where I’d spread a blanket. He sat, knees apart, chest and face flushed, cock hard and flat against his belly. I stood in front of him and pulled my wrap top over my head, then shimmied out of my yoga pants and tiny thong. As I stood, Jason’s eyes dilated. Both of us could smell how wet I was. I cupped one breast and slid my hand over my mound.

“My pussy is so smooth and soft – I can’t wait for you to feel it.”

I slid two fingers through my slick and pressed my fingers and thumb together. Stepping closer, I leaned down and ran my thumb across Jason’s bottom lip.

“Open your mouth.”

He looked up, opening for me. My thumb slid past his teeth and pressed gently against his tongue. “Show me how you’ll suckle my swollen clit, my nipples later.”

His mouth closed around me and I felt the soft pull of his suction.

“Good boy. Being so good for me.”

I straightened then climbed onto the couch, knees on either side of his thighs and leaned in to kiss him, his mouth now redolent of my juices. His hands came up to caress the sides of my breasts as I leaned into him, moaning into his mouth.

“Yes, like that…” as his hands stroked the full length of me. He hadn’t really touched me until now and the weight of him, his surety was electric.

My hips were moving against him independently from my thoughts. The feel of him against me, his cock pressing against my slippery mound was making my brain stutter.

I slid my hand between his belly and against his cock, pushing it down so it was trapped between my thighs.

“God, you feel so fucking good, so right against me. Do you like my slippery pussy? Do you want to fuck me?” Breathing these words against him, gazing into his eyes, my lips millimeters from his. Skating my pussy lips over his cock, Jason’s pupils were blown wide.

“Yes” he barely exhaled the word.

I slid the heavy head of his cock against the entrance of my pussy, the length of my slit, feeling the heat of him, coating him with my juices. I rose up higher and lowered onto him slowly, rocking and circling my hips as he slid inside me. The feeling of him opening me, his thickness and the heaviness of his cock was exquisite,

“I want you to watch me, what you do to me.” He tilted his hips, allowing me to sink all the way to the base of his cock. I shut my eyes briefly with the sheer pleasure of it and reopened them as my clit rocked against him.

“You are filling me so perfectly, so beautifully. Your cock is everything.”

Eyes open, holding his gaze, I rocked against him. He had bottomed out inside me and I could feel the thickness at the base of his cock stretching my pussy lips apart. Completely opened to him, completely filled. The head of his cock was pressed up against the front wall of my cunt and I was tight around him.

Jason’s gaze was intense as he watched me, rocking on his cock, feeling his hips spreading me wide.

“Touch me, just here.” I pulled his hands down to my ass and thighs, pressing his fingers lightly to the edges of my slit, the wettest parts of me, where he could feel his cock sliding into and out of me. He stroked me softly there as I began to rise up and down, brushing my clit against his belly, the base of his cock.

“God, yes, fuck, that’s so good.” The sounds coming out of me weren’t words and I was lit up and liquid as he fucked me. He leaned forward and kissed me while holding my gaze, my hard nipples grazing his chest, watching me become feral. My hips were jerking against him, hands pulling his shoulders into me, panting.

The energy coiled in my core from the way his cock was moving inside me, his touch, his body against me, my cunt clenching him. I detonated and dissolved, making feral sounds I didn’t recognize and gushed over his balls.

Jason steadied me as I collapsed against him, his arms pulling me in, pressing his forehead into mine. Shockwaves were still running through me as my sensitive clit continued to pulse, my juices dripping down over his balls. I dropped my head to Jason’s shoulder and attempted to clear my throat. “Oh my god” I rasped “You are fucking perfection. I knew you were.”

He leaned in and kissed me deeply, his eyes open and clear. He smiled “My turn.” He rolled me onto my back so we were stretched out, his cock still hard inside me. He pushed my wrists over my head and nuzzled my breasts while putting one foot on the floor. I did the same so I could rock myself further open to him, my other leg wrapped around his waist.

When he released my wrists, I brought my hands down to his hips pulling him further into me. He was fucking me so deeply my soaked cunt was making squelching sounds. As he bottomed out inside me, my legs as wide open as possible, I reached around to touch the plug, still buried inside him. Rocking it inside him with my finger, I could feel his cock getting thicker. He was still looking at me but now his gaze had a faraway quality to it. His breathing was starting to hitch and he was fucking me harder, faster, sliding into me with desperation.

“Baby, you feel so good, I love what you’re doing. Give me everything”

The head of his cock was swelling and getting slicker inside me, the finger on the plug pressing into him, the weight filling him. He was panting now, his body starting to stutter, his cock thickening further.

“Cum, I’m gonna, fuck, yes...”

“Baby, give it to me, cum inside me, fill me!”

I watched his gaze dissolve as his orgasm broke over him, his cock pulsing deeply inside me, the heat of his cum filling me, moaning. His hands under my shoulder blades pulling me into him, his heart beating heavily against me. His body relaxed in slow increments as he stayed inside me, his head dropped to the hollow of my shoulder.

Jason rolled off me slowly, back pressing against the back of the sofa while we both got our breathing under control. He opened his eyes and I captured his gaze, smiling. I pressed my palm to his cheek before kissing his mouth. He pressed a kiss into my palm.

“You are magnificent.” He chuckled and looked back at me. Eyes still open and clear, this beautiful man with no mask. “I love seeing you like this.”

I rolled off the couch and stood. “Turn over and we’ll free you from this toy.”

He turned and dropped a knee to the floor which spread his ass for me. I gently stroked his taint, then with a little resistance, pulled the plug out of him.

“Be right back. I’m going to get you a clean wet towel cause you’ve got girl cum all over you and both of us could use some water.”

When I returned a minute later, Jason was sitting up on the couch, eyes closed and face relaxed. I handed him a glass of water and both of us drank deeply.

“We might both need electrolytes after that.” I laughed.

“Here, stand up for me for a minute.” He stood in front of me, cock softer now, and I wiped him down thoroughly. “Please turn.” He turned and I cleaned his ass and the back of his thighs where my squirt was drying.

I wiped myself down after and took the towel back to the bathroom.

When I returned, he was still standing, now looking out the window, somewhat pensive. Oh no, none of that, thank you. I was going to nip that in the bud.

“Hey, will you come with me into the bedroom?“

He nodded and followed.

“After that amazing session, I’m going to need a little snuggle time. Does that work for you?”

He laughed. “You do know how to read me - I was just going some weird place in my head.”

I pulled the duvet off the bed - it was too warm for that - and threw the extra pillows on the floor. “Come here Jason.” I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him onto the bed. He sprawled then moved to one side, pulling the pillows under his head. I dropped in beside him and nestled up under his arm, my hand falling to his chest over his heart.

We breathed together in silence for a while and I could feel him settling, relaxing into the moment.

I gazed up at him. “I want to know you better. Want to see more of you. Will you stay tonight? Tomorrow is Sunday and we can do Sunday things.”

“Are you sure?”

“100% sure, there’s a breakfast place I’d like to take you to and after we could hike the Mississippi Gorge trail. What say you?”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

Then he rolled over and kissed me.