by Joey W. Hill
After he strapped the ring gag in place, he couldn’t deny it fucking turned him on ten different ways, to see her mouth held stretched open, ready for his cock. Because of his taunt, she was keeping her gaze on him, and that made the hard-on even worse. If she looked up at him when he had his cock deep in her mouth, he was going to lose control entirely.
He dropped a cushion on the floor and saw her expression become ice crystals as his captive queen realized what he was doing. He retrieved a serviceable collar, a simple strap, from the trunk supplies. As he straddled her, his knees pressed on either side of her rib cage, his steel cock brushing her lifted breasts. That caught his attention and he indulged himself. What good was being a conqueror if you couldn’t change course, take a moment to savor life’s most wonderful treasures?
Setting the strap aside, he gripped his cock, ran the damp tip over the valley between her breasts, then used both hands to grip those lush curves and fuck that channel, his pre-come providing the necessary lubrication for a few perfect strokes.
Her eyes were angry, but he could see the reluctant arousal of a submissive warring behind the façade. He could imagine the picture they made. Her arms bound behind her back, her legs spread with the bar, and her mouth occupied by the ring gag, while he was fucking her breasts. One more second and he was going to jet his release against her chest and throat, mark her upper body in a way that he liked entirely too much.
Choking himself back in the face of that image was perhaps the hardest thing he’d done in his life, but he knew how he wanted to come, and he wasn’t going to let his inner caveman take the upper hand. Plus, it was fun to watch how pissed off she was that he was using her this way. He was about to make his captive queen even more furious.
Backing off, he picked up the strap again and released the gold collar. “My slaves don’t wear gold,” he said shortly, as he leaned forward and ran the strap around her throat.
He felt the stillness that gripped her as he buckled it. Mine, he thought. Always. From the moment he’d seen her. Maybe even before then. Deep in his soul, she’d been waiting.
Unhooking the spreader bar, he scooped her up in his arms to guide her down on her knees on the cushion. He snapped a tether to the collar and wrapped it around his fist to keep her standing on her knees, and close enough to him she couldn’t refuse her punishment.
She tried, but he wrapped her hair over the tether around his knuckles and gripped the back of her head, holding her still as he pushed his cock through the ring gag and into her heated, wet mouth. She made an angry, whimpering protest that shot fire into his balls, and he pushed deeper, knowing she wanted the fight, the aggression.
She did fight him, trying hard to bite down in a way the ring gag wouldn’t permit, trying to wrest away, yanking at her bonds so she was writhing on her knees in a fascinating way. He thrust deep and hard a few times to make her behave and, when she wasn’t fighting as much, he slowed, forcing a leisurely pace on himself that made him groan internally.
Her tongue bucked beneath the gag, adding extra teases to his length. The saliva that gathered around the ring gave him lubrication to push deep. He did, to tell her who was in control, making his queen work for it.
The muscles in his thighs and ass tensed, his balls drew up tight.
“First time in your mouth, sweet queen,” he growled. “Next time in your incomparable ass, if you still won’t call me Master.”
He couldn’t help how much it fucking turned him on, knowing not only how helpless she was against his strength, but that her awareness of it was spurring her closer to orgasm. He could hear little noises in her throat, feel their vibration. As he pushed her down on him, her hardened nipples brushed his thighs, rubbed against him. When this was over, he was going to suck on them as he fingered her pussy. Then he’d lick the wetness off her thighs he was sure was marking them now.
Just imagining that was the final straw. He released, shooting hot fluid into her throat, feeling the tether straps pull over his knuckles as he gripped her thick hair even more tightly. He thrust deep, thanks to that ring holding her mouth open, and stroked against the back of her tongue with his movements.
“Fuck…” he groaned through the climax, the power of it a deep pleasure. But it couldn’t compare to how it would feel when he came in her pussy, those feminine muscles tightening on him.
As he finished, he dropped his touch to massage the neck and shoulder muscles he’d abused. She had her eyes closed, her breathing like a bird’s, quick rises and falls of her lovely chest. From the twitching of her body, he suspected she was powerfully aroused.
“There are few things in this world as perfect as seeing you on your knees, your mouth stretched over that gag as I make you take my cock.”
She looked up at him, struggling to maintain the haughty or pissed off demeanor of a captive queen, but having a tougher time doing it right now. He could tell from her scent, the tension of her body, how close she was getting again.
He withdrew slowly, and unbuckled the ring gag, drawing it from her mouth with one hand and dropping it to the side. He used that hand to stroke her lips, the corners of her mouth, easing that strain. She didn’t try to bite him this time. He could feel her raw need, and the desire of a few moments before came back in full force.
He unsnapped the tether and left it on the floor as he lifted her once more and put her on the bed, this time with her legs draped over the side. He knelt between them and saw he’d been right, that her tender inner thighs were marked with new signs of arousal. He was glad she wasn’t wearing the spreader bar, because he wanted it to be his hands alone opening her for him this time. Gripping her above the knees, he spread them even wider and put his mouth on one of those tracks. He licked his way up to her slick center, but deliberately passed over it to work his way down the arousal on the other upper thigh. A tiny moan escaped her throat, and a softly whispered word, bitten back.
“Did you call me Master, slave? Beautiful queen.” He sucked on her flesh, bit, and gave her pussy a chaste kiss that made her shudder and jerk. When he nosed her clit, she nearly came off the mattress. “Say it.”
“You’re…mistaken. I said…bastard.”
He smiled against her flesh and bit her labia, holding on with a tight clamp that had her mewling in surprised discomfort before he eased it and licked instead. Along…across…over… A teasing circle that had her gasping again. She tried to close her legs, but he held her open with his hands, and a warning.
“Keep them open, or I’ll put the spreader bar back on. And that’s the last time you curse around me without getting twice the strikes with the belt as before.”
He lifted his hands, daring her to defy him, his eyes meeting hers. She licked her lips nervously, and looked down again. Satisfied, he bent to kiss and lick her thighs, adding those teasing contacts to her cunt.
She trembled so hard the bed shook, and he saw her swallow repeatedly. He moved up to those lusciously tilted breasts, pressing his abdomen against her sex as he captured the soft mounds in his hands and bent to suckle.
She cried out this time, her legs thrashing as she rubbed herself against his stomach muscles, marking them with her scent.
“That’s my lady,” he murmured, lifting his head to stare at her desire-suffused face. Her gaze flicked to him then away, but he touched her cheek and dropped his hand to her throat, covering the collar there with the grip of his hand. Her gaze snapped back to him. Her lips were parted, eyes luminous with desire and need.
“Say it,” he ordered. Something surged up in him, an unexpected culmination of those years when he’d wanted her so badly but had to bide his time, wait for the right moment. His sudden spike of sharp need went back to the fear she’d spoken in their bedroom, about how everything they’d ever wanted had balanced on the head of a pin, the odds damn scary.
On that fateful night in his board room, a small, dark corner of his heart had known she might not choose to be his. If he’d failed to figure out th
e right combination of actions to convince her she could trust him, she would never have emerged from the fortress she’d built around herself.
“Say it,” he repeated. His voice reflected every ounce of the Dominant he was. It made the demand a requirement he wouldn’t allow her to refuse, no matter what role she was playing.
She stared at him. She picked up on his moods, the state of his heart, as well as he did hers. She knew where his mind was.
“Master.” She didn’t say it out loud, but she formed the word with her lips. He wasn’t completely hard again yet, but he was hard enough. He drove into her, and she made a soft shriek he savored with a conqueror’s pleasure…and a husband’s love. He thrust in once, twice, three times, and she started to come once more, a gift.
“Scream for me,” he demanded harshly, and she did, wailing out her climax as she thrashed beneath him, her breasts quivering, slender neck arched as he drove in harder. “Fuck…come, keep coming. Let me feel you, baby.”
She obeyed him in all of it, her body his to command. She convulsed beneath him, those cries wrenched from her throat by every wave of the climax that crashed through her. Greedy to keep her going as long as possible, Matt bent and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting as he plunged into her, again and again. He snaked an arm around her, gripped her ass with bruising fingers, holding her up so she was mounted on him even more deeply, and her screams increased in volume.
Never enough. It was never enough. He kept going after the height of the climax, taking her over smaller crests, but crests all the same, ones that drew softer cries from her, intense pleas that eventually were formless whispers. There were tears on her face, and he kissed those away, too.
“Mine,” he said. “You’re mine, my lady.”
She was still and silent, but her gaze stayed latched on his face. He kissed each eyelid, her nose, her mouth. He hooked his fingers in the strap, held it taut as he kissed her throat with thorough pleasure. Her head tilted back, the curve of her breast brushing his jaw. She always melted when he put his mouth to her throat, her head tipping just like that. If her hands had been free, they would have been gripping his shoulders, holding on in a way he treasured.
He was a conqueror; she a captive queen. He needed to remember that. Easing back to his knees, he slid his hands along her spread legs, though he paused long enough to run a thumb over her pussy, pleased with her tiny jerk of reaction from the sensitized nerves there.
“My queen deserves to wear jewels,” he said.
He gave them some time first, though. He removed all her bindings except the strap collar, with the warning that the restraints would be put back on if she misbehaved. From the tightening of her jaw, he couldn’t tell if she’d challenge him on that or not. He enjoyed restraining her, so he’d leave that decision up to her.
He laced his pants again before he brought her fully onto the bed, and turned her onto her stomach, putting a couple pillows under her hips. It had a dual purpose, one selfish and the other not-so-much. The selfish part was the pleasing view of her with her round ass in the air. The not-so-much was ensuring he wasn’t putting any undue stress on her lower back. He kissed his way down to that part of her, then continued over her buttocks, and made her part her legs once more, shoulder-width apart. The pillows made the resulting view of her pussy even better.
“You keep your legs apart when you’re naked,” he told her. “A message that your pussy is always available for your Master to take.”
She immediately tried to close her legs again and he chuckled, giving her ass a hard swat that made her yelp.
“Want that spreader bar again, woman? No escape opportunity if you don’t have the ability to run.”
The legs eased open, reluctantly. From the tight line of her lips, he could tell his using the bar on her had aroused her. He knew it sure as hell aroused him, watching her struggle between her defiance and the desires of the submissive beneath. The two elements could work together, though.
He smoothed a hand over her smarting ass. “It’s all right to admit it makes you wet, my lady. Giving up control, being overpowered, your arms bound and legs spread open by irresistible force. It’s difficult, being queen and not having anyone to trust. Not having anyone’s love for a shelter from the storm, all while so many others depend on you to rule and protect them.”
Her fingers curled into the covers. “Even conquerors need that,” she said.
“Of course they don’t. They’re invincible,” he said, and saw her lips curve in a smile. “But they can offer it. Provide it.”
Rising from the bed, he went back to the trunk, opening a separate compartment in front. Withdrawing the carved wooden box, the only item in there, he sat back down on the bed by her hip and opened the lid. He was satisfied to see what he’d requested was there.
She was watching him, but he didn’t let her see what was in it. Instead he curved his palm over her buttock, gave it a light squeeze, his fingers teasing in between the seam. “We’ll put the first jewels here.”
Since they didn’t do a whole lot of anal play, Matt had discussed with Ben, their dedicated ass-man sadist, what ideas might be pleasurable to her. Now he lifted out the result of that discussion, a silver plug with an end cap of diamond chips, encircled by a smooth silver ring that wouldn’t allow the rough-edged jewels to abrade her skin. There was an unmarked tube of lubricant resting inside the blue satin lining of the box, and he used it to cover the business end of the plug. The lube was one of Jon’s concoctions, one that created a heated, tingling sensation when it came in contact with flesh. That effect would be particularly significant on her sensitive rim.
Which would start taking his queen back to a full state of arousal, exactly where he wanted her. He still had her full attention, her lips moistening as she watched him lubricate the plug. Setting the box aside, he adjusted to one knee so that he could better probe between her buttocks with his slickened fingers, massage the rim, prepare her.
He saw the ripple of reaction over her skin, the tightening of her mouth. When she tensed, he knew where her mind was going. “If you resist, I’ll bind your arms to either side of you, and return the spreader bar to its proper place. I’ll also grab a handful of those glittering gold dress strands and make them into a flogger to stripe your ass. They’ll feel like little knife blades, and make a pretty framework for this sparkly plug.”
She sneered. “I’m not afraid of pain.”
“No, you’re not. But be still, my lady. There’s no one here but you and me. No one to see that you might find pleasure at my touch.”
“You said your soldiers could hear me.”
“Well, I said that, but I’ll tell them that shrieking was me. They’ve heard me get into my tub when the water has gotten cold. It will create reasonable doubt.”
Her lips twitched in that near smile again. She pressed her face deeper into the mattress. “Your slave girls would never allow your water to get that cold. You’d have them beaten.”
“I’m not an unreasonable Master. It’s not their fault, if I get distracted by my plans to conquer the world, and forget to bathe before the water becomes cold.”
He stroked his other hand down her spine, exploring the shallow valley above her buttocks. She had a small mole over the right one. He’d explore every inch of her with his mouth, his fingers, his eyes, relishing her sighs and shifts under his touch.
He slid his oiled fingers back to her rim, probed, using several of them to part her buttocks, so he could position the plug.
“This is a reminder of what my cock will feel like in here. I won’t leave any part of you unclaimed, my lady.”
She bit her lip as he slid it in, slow, easing past the muscles. She didn’t tighten up, showing her trust. It was thick, so she had to work with him, lifting a little and making a small noise as it was finally seated, stretching her. He liked the look of it intensely, the sparking jewel nestled between her buttocks.
Withdrawing a slender pair o
f chains from the box, he fixed them to a small eyelet at the base of the plug. He adjusted her over onto her back, moving her off the pillows. He brought the two chains between her legs and draped them over her thighs.
“Now, to keep your clit stiff and aroused for me…”
He coated the piece of thick bent wire that looked like a curtain pin with more of the lubricant. Her fingers were back to gripping the covers as he slid it over the base of her clit, the two sides of the pin keeping it compressed so the tissues started to swell before his appreciative gaze. Another little noise escaped her throat as the lubricant started to have its effect on her rim. It would only be a minute or two before she’d feel the same effect on her clit.
He hooked the two chains draped over her thighs to the eyelets on the pin. “You’ll keep squeezing down on that plug to ensure it stays put,” he told her. “Else I’ll be punishing you the way I described.”
He took her hands and lifted her off the bed, onto her feet. Her hair was still sexily disheveled from her last climax, her body pliant and flushed. She had the look of a well-fucked sub. He turned her in a full circle, letting her experience how the plug felt, the tight fit of the clitoral jewelry, the brush of the chains draped along her inner thighs.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured. “Come, my falcon.”
Taking a matching pair of diamond chip encrusted cuffs out of the box, he drew her over to the center pole and put them on her delicate wrists, before he tethered her to it again with the chains.
When a sea breeze coming through the open tent flaps made her shiver, he frowned. He wouldn’t tolerate her being cold. Moving to the brazier, he stoked it up further, then retrieved the box.
This time he removed a pair of rose quartz stones dangling from loops of silver wire. They looked like earrings, except for the tiny wires that were intended to tighten around her luscious nipples. He cupped a breast, thumbing the taut bud with pleasure. She bit her lip, making a little sound as she shifted.
