For Her Pleasure

by Maya Banks

  She sank to her knees, her eyes lowered in perfect submission. If she only knew how beautiful she looked. He should feel like the lowest scum for being so turned on, but he couldn’t deny the surge of lust that raced through his veins.

  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He laced one hand through her hair and pulled her forward. “Suck me,” he ordered. “Take me deep. Make me like it or I’ll spank your ass.”

  Her lips slowly parted. She looked up at him, uncertainty flashing in her gorgeous blue eyes. He nodded to her, showing her his approval. He positioned himself at her lips and plunged inside her mouth in one hard thrust.

  God, she felt like hot silk surrounding his cock. Wet, hot, so erotic. He dropped his hand from his cock and wrapped both hands in her hair, holding her tightly against him.

  He allowed his dominant nature to take over. This was something he didn’t have to pretend. The act that wasn’t an act. He called the shots. Just like he always demanded.

  He blocked out their surroundings, shoved everything from his mind but the woman before him, his most precious fantasy come to life.

  “When I come, I want you to swallow every drop,” he rasped. “If you spill even a drop, you’ll be punished. Do you understand me?”

  His cock buried so deeply within her mouth prevented her response, so she nodded her head.

  He withdrew, giving her time to catch her breath, then he pressed forward again, seeking more of her silken heat. One hand slipped around to her jaw until he cupped her chin, squeezing slightly.

  “Open wider, relax your jaw,” he directed. “You can take all of me. I want you to do it.”

  She struggled against him, but he wouldn’t allow her to dictate the action. Eventually, she stopped fighting him and relaxed in his hand. He surged to the back of her throat, pausing to enjoy the sensation of being completely buried in her mouth.

  When she started to struggle again, he withdrew again to let her catch her breath.

  “Very good,” he purred. “One would think you’ve been sucking cock all your life. Now open wide, sugar. I’m going to come.”

  He cupped her jaw again and began pumping deeply into her mouth. The wet sounds of her sucking and his hips slapping against her cheeks filled the room. Semen surged from his balls, tightening every inch of his cock.

  He swelled in her mouth, and the first bursts of cum blasted against the back of her throat. She moaned softly as she swallowed and swallowed again.

  He jerked against her, the muscles in his legs clenching as every last drop of his seed filled her mouth. She continued to suck softly at his penis, licking and swallowing the last drops from his skin.

  Finally, he pulled away. He cupped her chin and forced her to loop up at him. “Did you like that, slave?”

  Her eyes glittered brightly with need. Her lips were swollen from his harsh use of her. “Yes,” she whispered.

  He wiped at her lips with the pad of his thumb. “Stand up,” he directed.

  She rose shakily to her feet, wobbling a bit as she stood in front of him. He reached out to cup her full breast in his hand. He tweaked her nipple with his fingers, pulling it to a stiff peak. She shivered underneath his hand and leaned into his caress.

  “Did you like sucking my cock?” he asked.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Yes, master,” he corrected.

  “Yes, master.”

  “Very good. I’m pleased.”

  Jack wanted to see her bend over the bed, her pussy bared to him. He wanted to spank her, witness the red glow appear on her ass, but he didn’t know what she’d already been subjected to. He couldn’t do this, even though it was common practice for a master to punish a slave, and the observers might expect it. He’d never seek to hurt Mia. He wanted to bring her as much pleasure as he would find.

  “You may go lie down on the bed,” he said. “On your back, legs and pussy spread. Allow your legs to dangle off the bed.”

  She turned and walked toward the bed, her steps uncertain. He ached to reach out and comfort her, to let her know he would save her, but right now, he had to convince anyone watching that he was merely sampling the goods.

  She did as he asked, lying down on the bed, scooting to the edge and letting her legs fall over the side. She spread herself so that the pink folds of her pussy were visible.

  He undressed then walked over, settling between her thighs. He reached out to touch the soft blond curls, letting his finger linger over her clit. She sighed softly and jerked in reaction.

  He trailed it lower until he circled the rim of her pussy entrance. Then he slid one finger in, fucking her in slow, easy motions. He pulled away, and she moaned in protest.

  “You exist for my pleasure, slave, not the other way around,” he reprimanded. “Remember that, and we’ll get along quite well.” He let the words slip from his mouth even as he sought to give her satisfaction. To make her burn for him the way he burned for her. To make her forget that they were being watched. He wanted her sole focus to be him. Only him. And the pleasure he could give her.

  He lowered his head, finding her soft folds with his mouth. He nuzzled between them, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Her thighs trembled around his head. Her body shook and quivered, and a series of soft gasps escaped her lips.

  He slid his tongue from her entrance to her clit, tasting her, loving her. He circled the tiny button with the tip of his tongue before finally sucking it into his mouth. She was close to her orgasm, but he knew he couldn’t give it to her yet.

  He pulled away. Then he climbed up over her body and straddled her face, placing his knees on either side of his head. “Suck me until I’m hard enough to fuck you properly,” he demanded.

  He leaned forward, bearing his weight with his hands. His hips arched over her mouth, and he rocked forward, sliding back between her lips. The position was erotic as hell. He could fuck her face as if he were fucking her pussy.

  He slid in and out, rotating his hips and bucking forward again. His dick sprang to life in her warm, soft mouth. Soon he was hard again. He sank lazily to the back of her throat, enjoying the sensation of her tongue rubbing over his cock.

  Finally he withdrew and slid back down her body until he once again stood between her thighs.

  “Spread yourself for me,” he said. “Use your fingers.”

  She hesitantly reached down, spreading the plump folds of her pussy. The rosy button puckered and strained. Her entrance glistened with her juices. She was turned on. Wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

  He thumbed her clit, rolling it in a circular motion. Her hips bucked, and she let out a low wail. Holding his thumb firmly against the tiny mound of flesh, he positioned his dick and thrust to her hilt.

  She gasped aloud and twisted underneath him. He pinned her against the bed, pressing tightly against her. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size. When her pussy clenched, milking him, he began pumping into her.

  His hand left her clit, and she sobbed her protest. He spread her legs wider and sank deeper into her. He reached up with both hands and twisted her nipples between his fingers.

  He held onto them, pulling and tugging at the tips as he slammed repeatedly into her. Her body tightened and convulsed around him. Her pussy clenched, grasping at his cock. He knew she was close to her orgasm.

  He began pounding harder, and when he felt she was nearing her peak, he gave each nipple a sharp pinch.

  She cried out, and he felt a flood of wetness around his cock. He continued to thrust. His own orgasm was close. Finally he ripped himself from her pussy and directed the spray of cum onto her stomach and breasts. He pumped with his hand until the last drops splattered onto her skin. Then he slid back into her and stayed there for several long seconds.

  For a brief instant, their eyes connected. He held her gaze for a long second, willing her to understand. She stared back unblinking, her acceptance there for him to see. An unnamed emotion swelled in his chest, raw, hot and aching. He wanted to
gather her in his arms, carry her as far from this place as he could. Somewhere he could love her and take care of her.

  He pulled away from her and helped her from the bed, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Go into the bathroom and clean yourself. When you come back out, I want you to suck me until I’m hard again.”

  “Yes, master,” she said quietly.

  She walked into the bathroom a few steps away, and he could hear the faucet running in the sink. A few moments later, she walked back out. He stood in the middle of the room, and she moved over to him. She knelt gracefully in front of him and put her hands on either side of his hips.

  Her tongue slid over his semihard dick, and he groaned. She sucked him into her mouth, working her tongue over the sensitive head. She was an absolute goddess, and he’d give anything for them to be anywhere but in this hellhole.

  He allowed her to do most of the work this time, patiently waiting as she found her rhythm. Her hands glided over his skin, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine.

  Soon he swelled and filled her mouth. He’d never had such a reaction to a woman before. He was ready to fuck her again after two of the most explosive orgasms of his life.

  “On your knees,” he gritted out. “On the floor, face to the floor.”

  She released his cock and knelt in front of him, placing her cheek on the floor, her ass in the air. His hands trembled as he palmed her ass.

  He leaned over her, positioning his cock at her pussy. He bent his head to nip at her shoulder. Then he murmured in a low voice.

  “When I try to fuck your ass, you scream and pretend to faint. Understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

  He flexed his hips forward, surging into her wet pussy. She felt magnificent. So tight. She fit him like a glove, stroking over his dick like molten lava.

  He fucked her slow and easy for several minutes. His mind raced to ready himself for the coming scene. He wasn’t sure how many were watching, but they’d come running quick enough. Mia was their paycheck. Hopefully he could disarm them, using the element of surprise, and at least he’d have a gun, a way out.

  “Get ready,” he mumbled without moving his lips.

  He pulled out of her and smacked her ass crudely. “Let’s see how you like being ass fucked, slave,” he said loudly.

  He parted her ass and tucked his cock against the tight, puckered opening. “Now,” he whispered.

  He rolled his hips forward, pretending to fuck her ass. She let out a scream worthy of any Oscar. Then she slumped forward on the floor.

  Jack leaped up. “Goddamn it!” he roared. He whirled around angrily. “What the fuck is up with this?”

  As expected, the door burst open and two men rushed in, guns drawn. Drake was behind them, his face angry.

  “Stupid bitch fainted. What kind of operation is this?” Jack ranted.

  “My apologies,” Drake said, his cheek ticking with annoyance. “You can be sure the situation will be remedied. Immediately. She will be punished and better prepared.”

  Jack waited until Drake took a step closer, and then he struck with deadly speed and precision. He lashed out with his foot, knocking the gun from one guard’s hand. He rotated around, kicking the other guard in the gut. As the guard bent over gasping, Jack hit him on the neck with the edge of his hand and the guard went down, unconscious.

  The second man lunged for Jack, and he twisted, bearing both of them to the floor. Suddenly the man went limp, and Jack shoved him aside in confusion.

  Above him, Mia stood with the gun in her hand. She’d knocked the shit out of the guy with the butt of the pistol. She raised it and shakily pointed it at Drake, who stood there, mouth open in shock.

  “Don’t move, fucker,” she hissed. The gun shook harder as she curled her finger around the trigger.

  “Mia, sweetheart,” Jack began soothingly. “Let me have the gun. We don’t have time. Give me the gun.”

  Her eyes remained steady, staring at Drake with so much hatred, Jack feared she was going to shoot right there. Not that he’d regret such a slime bucket meeting his maker, but they needed Drake in order to get out alive.

  He cautiously wrapped an arm around her shoulders and reached for the gun. “Give it to me, sugar. We need to hurry. There will be others.”

  She turned to look at him, her blue eyes blazing with so much hurt and anguish it took the breath right out of him. She eased her grip on the gun and handed it to Jack.

  Jack took the gun and walked forward, pressing the barrel into Drake’s head. “Get my shirt on, Mia.”

  Mia yanked on the shirt. It hung to her knees covering her nudity, not that it mattered. Better naked than dead in Jack’s mind.

  “Now get my jeans, sugar.”

  He pulled them on with one hand while holding the gun on Drake. When he’d finished, he yanked Drake around and began walking toward the door.

  As they passed the unconscious guard, Jack bent down to retrieve one of the fallen pistols. He handed it back to Mia. Then he wrapped an arm around Drake’s neck and dug the barrel into his temple.

  “You won’t get away with this,” Drake finally spoke. “The house is surrounded. You’ll be dead before you can get off the grounds.”

  “Then I guess you’ll be dead too,” Jack said harshly.

  At the doorway, Jack paused and looked back at Mia. He nodded reassuringly at her. Then he looked down at the gun in her hand. “Know how to use that?”

  “I can manage,” she said through clenched teeth.

  “Then let’s get out of here.”

  CHAPTER 11

  Mia gripped the pistol with both hands and followed Jack into the hallway. She shook like a leaf, but she wasn’t about to be the cause of them getting killed.

  The day’s events fast caught up to her, and she struggled to cope with the traumatic last few hours.

  Ahead of her Jack stopped, nearly causing her to run into him. He paused then whispered back to her.

  “There are more in the front room. Get ready and follow my lead.”

  Panic swelled in her chest, and she shook harder. Would they be able to escape?

  As soon as they rounded the corner, Jack nearly dragging Drake, the room exploded into action. Three guards yanked their guns out, pointing them in their direction.

  Jack dug the pistol harder into Drake’s temple. “Put the guns down or your boss gets it. Comprende?”

  “Do as he says,” Drake gritted out.

  One by one, the men slowly dropped their weapons onto the floor.

  “Mia, get over by the door,” Jack ordered as he sidled in that direction, still dragging Drake along with him.

  Mia hurried toward the door, careful to keep her attention on the guards. The gun felt slick in her hand, and she gripped it harder to keep from dropping it.

  “I want you to open the door. I want you to dive out, and roll down the incline. And keep going. Don’t stop for anything. You understand?”

  “What about you?” she asked.

  “I’ll be behind you. They have guards at the front entrance. There’s a winding drive from the front gate to the garage. But just outside the door, there is a drop-off. You’ll have to jump over a row of bushes. I’ll provide cover fire.”

  “Okay,” she said with more confidence than she felt.

  “Go!” he said as he sprang into action.

  As Mia reached behind her to yank open the door, Jack shoved Drake across the room toward the guards. She heard shots ring out as she turned around and dove.

  She landed with a painful thud, her bare skin scraping along rocks and roots, and she slid down the incline. She threw out a hand to stop herself and crawled frantically back toward the top. She didn’t care what Jack had told her; she wasn’t going to leave him to die saving her ass.

  She gripped the gun in one hand while she struggled for a handhold with the other. Pain sliced down her leg, and she felt a warm trickle. She must have cut herself in the fa
ll.

  Gunshots above her spurred her faster up the hill. When she reached the hedge, she tunneled through the prickly branches to peer out the other side. Lights from the house illuminated the area enough so that she saw Jack taking cover behind one of the large