"Pole dancing lessons don't wait for nobody" Jade announced spinning in circles trying to get what she needed, waiting for that last piece of paper to come out of the printer. Watching the copy machine spit out chapter of chapter. Jade was just happy that the press machine was already finished and cleaned up.

Kipp spit his dinner out hearing Jade's announcement. How could a girl as sweet as Jade be so wreckless. Kipp had no idea. He didn't know if he should say something or not. Jade ran out the door before he could bring it up.

Everything was turned off in the office. Kipp turned off his laptop then put it in his briefcase. He rubbed his eyes. He couldn't get the idea of Jade and poles out of his mind. "Chains and whips excite me" his mouth betrayed him. Kipp was glad that Jade wasn't there to hear him but then thought of all the things Jade could have said back to his remark. Kipp locked up. Then gunned his motorcycle. It came to life. Just a few days ago, Jade was on that bike. And yes, he was trying to make Jade hold on tighter to himself. He still had those bruises. And silently begged to the night that he'd get more from Jade. Hopefully in a different way than he got the first ones. He was a bit of a sadist. That night he sketched Jade. He sketched her so hard that he broke the pencil.

"Bloody hell" he hoarsely screamed throwing the pencil on the ground. He needed a drink. Kipp walked into his bedroom. A bottle of whiskey was stashed in his nightstand. He took a few sips. He paced back and forth. Then went back to his discarded mess in the kitchen. He continued to sketch late into the night. Each time he thought about her, he took a sip. Each time he didn't think about Jade, he took a sip.

The room felt too hot even though it was raining out which meant the temperature was most likely freezing too. Kipp unzipped his pants. They hung low at his ankles. He stroked his thighs where the bruises still remained. He didn't plan on touching anything else that night - just his thighs. Slowly his hands traveled upwards. Rubbing very lightly and slowly so that the ridge of the head of his cock at the front flicks on the arc of skin between his thumb and index finger. Kipp relaxes and continues slowly. After a few minutes there comes a feeling that he cannot get any other way. The soles of his feet begin to tingle, his penis-head gets the same sensation. Gradually his cock starts an involuntary jerk each time that Kipp rubs himself. Kipp continues as long as he can like this. He feels as if it will explode at any given moment. But it doesn't and there is a temptation to put some lube on and rub the knob-head to make it happen quicker... but he doen't. He thinks more about Jade. Going without lube is his punishment he made for hisself. He waits to build up the sensations again until he feels as if floating to another place, and when it does finally shoot itself off his whole body convulses. He's been told by a few people that when he cums, he screams. He screams now. Eventually, he pulls himself out of the chair and goes to bed hoping that one day Jade is in his bed with him. Showing her how BDSM he can get. He wonders if she'd like that sort of thing but then laughs. He knew she would. He thought of her being the submissive one and how he'd push her around.