by Siobhan Muir
“Keep your hands where I can see them.”
The statement reminded me of every cop I’d worked with and I twitched in surprise. Had she figured out what I was? She gave me a sharp look and I licked my lips, trying to reassure her that my attention hadn’t wandered.
“How are you feeling, Coop? Are your arms okay?”
“I’m fine, Ma’am. My arms are fine.”
“What color?”
She fixed me with a stern look and it took my endorphin-addled brain a few moments to understand the importance of the question.
“Oh, uh, green. My arms are green.”
The sweet smile curling her lips as she straddled my waist made the momentary efforts at thought worth it. But even better was the placement of her sweet-smelling pussy not more than eighteen inches from my mouth.
“Very good. Now, here’s your reward. You’re gonna eat my pussy and make me come.” She chuckled at my wide grin. “But you can’t let go of the headboard until I allow you to do so. And you can’t use your hands. You can only make me come with your nose, lips, and tongue. Is that clear?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am.”
I wanted that pussy more than I wanted my next breath, but it was so damn hard to wait for her to get her body into position without using my hands. My knuckles strained as I gripped the spindles of the headboard when she maneuvered closer to me.
The scent of her pussy made my mouth water and I whimpered a little as she knelt above my face. If I extended my tongue, I’d be able to lick her lips and get the first taste of the honey coating them. But something held me back. I understood if I tasted her without permission, I’d be in a heap of trouble and might not get the reward she was offering.
It was weird to hold back. All the previous times I’d had sex with a woman, I’d never restrained my efforts or waited for my partner’s explicit order. But with Karma, my gut said I needed to wait for her to give me the go-ahead. If I did, I’d get more than I’d hoped.
“Are you waiting to kiss my pussy, Coop?” She tilted her head and met my gaze as she positioned herself over me.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good man. Now, move your hands to my ass.”
I widened my eyes with my grin but did as she ordered, letting my palms fill with her glorious ass. The skin of her butt cheeks felt silky smooth in my hands and I wanted to squeeze and caress them.
“You’re allowed to caress my ass as you eat my pussy, Coop, but you better leave those hands there because if they leave my cheeks, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”
“How will I be punished, Ma’am?” I wasn’t planning on moving my hands from her ass, but I wanted to know what the stakes were.
Karma reached down between her legs to stroke my face with one hand. “You won’t be allowed to come again tonight. I’ll give myself pleasure with a toy or my own fingers and I’ll make you watch, but you won’t be able to touch me or yourself. Your body and orgasms belong to me now.”
“And if I still disobey you, Ma’am?” I wanted to know what might be worse, although watching her come without participating might just kill me.
“Are you planning to be a brat, Coop?”
“No, Ma’am. I just need to know all the stakes.”
She nodded, her expression growing thoughtful. “You won’t be allowed to sleep with me tonight. I’ll either banish you to the floor or send you on your way back to your campsite with your cool car.” She lost some of her amusement as she met my gaze. “Do you understand, Coop?”
Part of me wanted to test her to see if she’d uphold her statements, but another, stronger part of me handcuffed and gagged the first part. There was no fucking way I’d to go back to my campsite in the hills above the compound. Not only had I packed it up before I met with the junior members of the Concrete Angels, but I wanted to stay close to and serve Karma.
“I understand, Ma’am.”
“Very good, sweet man. Now, hold onto my ass and lick my pussy.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I wrapped each hand around a perfect, taut globe and pulled my Ma’am’s cunt to my face. She probably expected me to just chow down like a dog going after soft food, but I used my tongue to outline her perfect lips, tickling the hairs along their fleshy edges. Her sweet and tangy flavor burst over my tongue as she sighed, the sound full of pleasure. Satisfaction bloomed in my chest and I kept sipping at her lips.
I separated her inner labia and ran the tip of my tongue between her folds, stroking the sensitive skin there. Her hands gripped the headboard above me and her breasts bounded as she twitched when I hit a particularly ticklish spot. I kept my eyes on her as I stroked, trying to learn what she loved based on her reactions to my tongue.
Her wet cream slipped into my mouth and filled my senses. I loved eating women out, but this felt like more to me. More pleasing, more satisfying, more flavorful. I couldn’t get enough of her personal taste - like Rainier cherries, sweet and tart together. I took my time enjoying her lips before I’d even touched her clit because I might have been the one pleasuring her, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t tease. I’d figured out the best sex wasn’t the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am variety. A little extra effort went a long way toward satisfaction, even during one-night-stands.
“Oh, Coop, yes. Rub your tongue on my clit.”
Your wish is my command.
I realized how true that was as I pushed my tongue into the hood of her clit and massaged it slowly, listening to her throaty moans over my head. I laved the stiff little nub before I sucked it into my mouth and increased the pressure on it like she had on my cock. I’d learned years ago that the clit was a mini-penis and had just as many nerves there to elicit pleasure when rubbed just right.
I rubbed and sucked on her nub until it started to relax then I dropped my mouth to her slit and thrust my tongue into her hot vagina as my nose rubbed her clit. Hot tangy cream dripped into my mouth as she whimpered and rocked on my face.
Aw yeah, making my woman happy.
It became my ultimate goal to give her pleasure, even if I never got more of my own. I’d always taken care of my lovers during sex, but the need to do so for Karma took on a whole new level. She was my queen and my goddess. I’d make sure her pleasure outstripped mine because mine derived from hers. If she was satisfied, I was satisfied.
I rubbed my nose harder against her clit as I thrust my tongue into her wet pussy, and moaned along with her as her sweet cream filled my mouth. She rocked her hips on my face and I enjoyed the play of her ass muscles under my hands. I couldn’t contain either my delight at her erotic motions or her pussy juices as they spilled over my chin.
I desperately wanted to use my fingers and thrust into her cunt while I sucked on her clit, but she’d required me to do this with my tongue and failure wasn’t an option. I glanced up her body to gauge where she was in her pleasure and damn near lost my focus in her beauty.
Karma rode my face with determined intensity, her hands white-knuckled on the headboard in pleasure. Her full breasts bounced as she rocked and I wished I could hold them, tweaking their velvety nipples as my tongue drove her to ecstasy. She whimpered and moaned with each thrust of her hips and I couldn’t help but moan with her. She embodied the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and I wanted to just stare.
You have a job to do, jackass. Oh, yeah, right. I gently squeezed her ass cheeks as I sped up my tongue on her soft folds and clit. Her sweet tangy cream filled my mouth and covered my chin, but my scruff would hold her scent for hours and I was all for that.
“Oh glory, Coop. Make me come. Lick your Mistress hard and make her come.”
Yes, Ma’am.
I couldn’t disobey an order any more than I could sprout feathers - but if she ordered it, I’d try - and I rubbed the flat of my tongue against her nether lips before I grasped her clit and sucked hard. I pulled her butt cheeks apart as I squeezed their taut fullness and Karma exploded in my mouth. She wailed her release over my head and m
y own cock hardened to stone with both satisfaction and arousal. I’d made my Ma’am come hard and I reaped the joys of drinking down the flood of her release.
Karma’s moves became jerky over my head as I tenderly cleaned every inch of her clenching pussy. I wanted to feel those spasms on my fingers or cock, but deep satisfaction settled into my heart with the knowledge that I’d made her come. I kept up my ministrations on her pussy lips and clit until she moved off of me, but that small action had opened up a deep well of “rightness” inside.
I’d been satisfied and pleased when my orgasm rippled through me and I filled her mouth with my cum. But it was a thin puddle when compared to the vast lake of pleasure I felt when I’d done what my Ma’am required of me. Seeing her pleasure and contentment fed my system like a drug and I needed more. This was the man I was meant to be and I’d strive every day, every hour, to be that man for her.
****
Karma
Coop was perfect. He’d come on command and he’d eaten my pussy with the skills of a pro, never moving his hands off my ass. He might have been new to the official rules of the lifestyle, but he learned quickly and seemed ready for the next step.
I want to collar him.
Whoa. That thought came out too soon. Yes, he was my true mate according to the Goddess, which meant I’d never be able to truly outrun him, but he knew too little about me. And honestly, I didn’t know enough about him. Oh, I knew he’d be the best sexual partner I could ever have, but there was more to the man than what he did with his tongue and cock.
Although, right now, I want to try the cock.
“Good man, Coop.” I sighed as I pulled away from his mouth and settled on the bed beside him. “That was perfect.” I glanced down at his groin to find his cock straining with desperation and need, pre-cum leaking from the tip. But his hands and body relaxed at my words and a satisfied smile curled his lips. “Give your Mistress a few moments to recover and I shall take care of that cock.”
He frowned a bit. “If it pleases you, Ma’am. I’m okay lying beside you.”
“What’s the frown for, Coop? Did I hurt you?” I hoped I hadn’t. Sometimes the human men I fucked just couldn’t handle what physical power I carried. I didn’t mean to be stronger than them, I simply was.
“No, Ma’am. It’s just you called yourself ‘Mistress’ and I think of you as Ma’am. I hadn’t heard you say you wanted to be called that.”
“Oh.” I nodded. “Well, I am your Mistress, but if you want to call me your Ma’am, I don’t mind.” I bit my lip. “Or to make things easier, I can be your Madam, since Ma’am is derived from that.”
He snorted softly, humor curling his lips. “Most people think of Madam as a reference to a brothel owner.”
“Ah, but we aren’t most people and when it comes to this relationship, we make the rules. You may call me “Ma’am” in public and I’ll be your Madam in private, and the rest of those people can make their own ass-making assumptions. Okay?”
His smile warmed and his gaze filled with hopeful yearning. “Yes, Ma’am.”
I liked being his Madam, and at least with regards to him, I was running a kind of brothel. A pleasure brothel where the rules were clear and he got what he needed at my say-so. I served his needs to be dominated so he could be the finest version of the man he already was. I provided release and relaxation, as well as pleasure. And giving that to him gave me the greatest satisfaction as his woman and his Madam.
“Hmm, I think your cock need some attention, Coop.” I reached down his body and took his long, curved shaft in my hand. “Are you sure you were never a porn star? This big, bad boy could’ve had a good career.”
He snorted and shook his head. “No, Ma’am. Never got into producing flicks. Watched enough of them, but never thought to participate in them.”
I stroked his dick and enjoyed the velvety skin over organic steel. “Then the world missed out because I only want this cock on display for me and me alone. Are you into exhibitionism, Coop?”
He pursed his lips in thought. “You know, before today I would’ve said no. But if you asked me to do it because you liked it, I might consider it.”
His response made my stomach flutter with pleasure and approval. He’d do it because I wanted it and I might require him to do so in the future. But at the moment, his honest response was enough.
“Not today. For now, I want this cock all to myself and I don’t want Dollhouse, Calhoun, Viper or Numbers getting a good look at it. Hell, even Attila and Michael would love to see it.”
He swallowed a bit nervously. “Attila and Michael are gay?”
I shook my head. “They’re both bisexual. Does that make you uncomfortable?” I kept squeezing his cock in my hand, stroking slowly, but the shaft wilted a little.
“No.” I squeezed harder and he grimaced. “Well, yeah, maybe a little. I’m straight.”
“Oh, I know you are, and they know it, too. But there’s a good chance they’re not attracted to you or they realized you were already taken.” I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes. “You know they’re just as normal as you, right? They have “types” in all genders and they don’t hit on someone they know is taken. They just have a wider variety of people too choose from. You get that, right?”
He frowned and shrugged, but I didn’t accept non-answers.
“Answer me, Coop.”
“I don’t know.”
I sighed. “You don’t hit on everyone woman you see because she has tits and a pussy, do you?”
“No. I’m attracted to only certain women. Age, shape, and personality make a difference to me.”
“Yeah, it’s the same with bisexual people. They don’t see all men or all women as a target-rich environment. They have their types based on age, shape, and personality just like you, but instead of just one gender, they’re looking at both men and women. The challenge they face is finding those men and women who are partial to their own gender.”
“Why’s that a challenge?”
I raised my eyebrows. “What if Attila falls for someone who wears a male body? He has to make sure that guy is into guys or it’s a no-go. And worse, gay guys are just as biphobic as straight guys, sometimes worse. Because like you, they believe the myth that bisexual people are always looking for something better, even while they’re with someone. It’s bullshit, but it persists.”
I could see he didn’t quite believe me so I tried one more tack. “Would you hit on Scott’s old lady, Numbers?”
He frowned. “No. No way in hell. Not only am I yours, Ma’am, but she’s taken.”
“But aren’t you attracted to her?”
He shook his head. “She’s attractive, but she’s not who I want. And I don’t poach.”
I rolled my eyes. “Women aren’t big game and men don’t own them. In fact, if you’re going to be my lover, I technically own you. And last I checked, I’m the woman in this relationship.”
“You know what I mean. She’s taken and it’s disrespectful to her and to Scott to hit on her with the intention of hooking up.”
“I’m glad to hear you think that way. I’m pretty sure Michael feels the same when he sees an attractive man or woman. He might think they’re sexy, but he refuses to be a disrespectful dick and try to hook up with someone who’s taken.” I narrowed my eyes again. “Here’s another question. Would you go looking to hook up with someone single, like Dollhouse, if you’re with me?”
“Fuck no!” He rose out of the bed and took my hands, meeting my gaze with earnestness. “I want you and only you, Ma’am. You have my focus and my faithfulness. I’d never cheat. Hell, I didn’t cheat on my ex, even when she cheated on me.”
Anger kindled at his ex-wife’s infidelity, but I didn’t allow it to derail this discussion. “Easy, Coop. I’m not suggesting you would, I’m trying to make a point. Neither Michael nor Attila for all their rough looks would do that either. They’re just as faithful as you with whomever they’ve chosen. Just because they’re
attracted to all genders doesn’t make them less faithful. Or less respectful. They won’t hit on you because they know you’re both straight and taken. Do you understand now?”
He met my gaze, searching my face for something. I wasn’t concerned about the likelihood of his straying—I knew he wouldn’t—but I wanted him to treat the other members of the Concrete Angels as people, even if Michael was no more human than I was.
He nodded slowly. “Why are you making sure I know this?”
“Because I won’t tolerate you treating the bisexual members of the Concrete Angels with any less respect. I expect you to treat them as normal while you’re with me. Because they are normal. Do you understand, Coop?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” But he frowned as if I’d given him a lot more to think about than he’d expected.
I decided not to push him on it, but the mood had shifted away from sex and I didn’t feel like recapturing it. But I was in the mood for his hands on my body again.
“Come on. Let’s go take a shower and I’ll let you wash my body.”
Some of the arousal returned to his eyes and his lips curled into a smile. “Yes, Ma’am.”
I rolled off the bed and he followed me, all sexy masculine grace. A little spike of lust shot through me as his muscles flexed with his movement, but I kept the flare off my expression. Maybe I’d give him another orgasm in the shower with my hands because I definitely wanted to get my hands on him again.
I want to collar him.
No question about it. But all things had their time, and now wasn’t it. But it gave me something to strive for.
Chapter Eight
Cooper
After one of the sexiest showers I’d ever taken, and another orgasm for me, Karma watched me dress in my jeans and t-shirt with the intensity of someone viewing a dance performance. It made me conscious of my movements enough that I slowed them down to show her the best versions of my chest, arms, shoulders, and ass. The unspoken request settled over me and I took pains to make it enjoyable for her.
