Lured By My Master

by Jenna Jacob

  Mellie shot him a shy smile, then slowly licked her lips.

  “I said later tonight, minx.” Joshua laughed.

  “Well, Kerr might have survived surgery, but I can guarantee he won’t be making an appearance back at the club for a while,” Sam assured.

  “Good. That gives us more time to warn the new subs who come to Genesis to stay away from him,” Leagh stated with a hint of gratitude.

  “Are you talking about the training classes?” I asked.

  Leagh nodded. Sam’s face lit up in approval.

  “Hey, we’re both off on Saturday,” Liz reminded with a scheming glimmer in her eyes. “Why don’t I pick you up at eight thirty and we’ll—”

  “Easy, my eager girl,” Ian warned. “Let Cindy decide if she wants to attend the sub classes first.”

  “But she has to,” Liz countered before turning her focus on me. “You have to come. At least to one, just to see what it’s like.”

  “I-I’ll think about it,” I stammered, wishing like hell I hadn’t opened my big mouth in the first place.

  “I think it’s a wonderful idea. You should go, sweetheart,” Sam encouraged.

  With a tight smile and a curt nod, I somehow managed to keep my mouth shut and not argue with him…for once.

  Thankfully, Julianna sauntered up to the table holding a sleepy-looking Tristan on her hip. “There’s a ton of food still inside. Help yourselves, but save room for dessert.”

  The little boy jerked his head off her shoulder. “Cake? I wike Cake.”

  “Yes, my love, I know you do. But there’s no cake tonight.” Julianna smiled shaking her head. “I’m going to put this little bundle to bed, but Mika has set out the tiramisu. Go on in and get some when you’re ready. I’ll be right back.”

  “Yum, tiramisu. Master?” Leagh moaned.

  “You may.” Tony said with a grin. “And yes, I’d like some, too.”

  “With your sweet tooth? That’s a given, Master.” She grinned.

  I automatically placed my palm to my stomach and shook my head. “I don’t think I could eat another bite.”

  Suddenly all the submissives stood and headed indoors. Liz tugged my arm. “Come on. Let’s get some dessert.”

  “I’m too full.”

  “Not for you, for Sam,” she whispered loudly.

  “Oh.” I shot him a quizzical gaze, wondering why he didn’t go inside and get his own, but then it slowly dawned on me. I was supposed to serve him, like the other subs. There was a fine line between stubborn and bitch, and if I refused to bring him dessert, it would only embarrass us both. Forcing my backside out of the chair, I followed my bestie into the house.

  All the subs were clustered around the big table, laughing and talking as they plucked plates of dessert off the table. None seemed the least bit put out having to fetch food for their able-bodied Doms. I hadn’t thought much about it earlier when none of the Doms were in the dining room loading up their own plates. Well, none except Ian, James, Nick, and Dylan. Since Liz and Savannah only had two hands, it made sense they had plated their own food.

  For a lifestyle that seemed riddled with rules, I found the lines being constantly redrawn. How were the submissives to know what to, or what not to, do without more structure?

  Lost and confused, I plucked up a plate, then hurried back to the table. When I all but tossed the dessert in front of him, Sam lifted his head and studied me for several long seconds.

  “Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiled as he clasped my hand and urged me back to the chair beside him. Sliding his fork into the decadent dessert, Sam slivered off a small piece, then turned and extended it toward my mouth. “Open.”

  Shaking my head, I placed my palm to my stomach. “I’m honestly too full.”

  “One bite,” he insisted. “Open.”

  The other subs returned as I pondered Sam’s command. A hush fell over the table, making me feel as if I were on stage beneath a spotlight. My pulse sped up, my mouth went dry, and my palms started to sweat. Maybe I was making a mountain out of a molehill. One bite didn’t necessarily imply that I’d tossed my torch of liberation into the abyss and proclaimed myself a submissive. Still, the idea of bending to his command chafed.

  Feeling every inch a well-trained Rottweiler, I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, desperate to ignore the compulsion of proving myself worthy to Sam and his kinky friends. The bittersweet cocoa, burst of tart espresso, and sweet, creamy custard battled for supremacy over my taste buds. A soft, appreciative moan vibrated from my chest as I savored the sinful dessert.

  “I love it when you make that sexy sound,” Sam growled low in my ear. Flashing my eyes open, I saw a lurid smile play on his lips. “We’ll have to say our goodbyes soon, because I’m suddenly craving a different kind of dessert.”

  “Ice cream?” I smirked.

  He simply shook his head at my smartassed reply. “Oh, I want cream all right…but it’s not cold. I want your hot, silky cream coating my cock.”

  “Eat fast,” I whispered, swallowing the sudden ball of lust lodged in my throat.

  Keeping true to his word, after we’d said good-bye to both our hosts and other guests, I was sitting next to Sam in his car as we headed toward my apartment.

  “Tell me the truth, Cin,” Sam began without taking his eyes off the road. “When Liz coerced you into bringing me dessert, were you angry at her, me, or yourself?”

  “I wasn’t angry, more like confused and frustrated. It makes me uncomfortable not knowing the rules, or rather, what’s expected of me. It makes me feel like I’m inside a carnival fun house. You know, the ones with those weird mirrors. It’s like I see this lifestyle one way, but when I turn, it’s all morphed into something unrecognizable, and I have to adjust my way of thinking all over again. I can’t figure out which reflection is the real Cin or if any of them are me while the floor pitches and rolls beneath my feet. I feel like I’m going to be knocked on my ass any second.”

  “What if all of the reflections are the real you?”

  “They can’t be.”

  “Why not? You’re not a one-dimensional woman. Not by a long shot.”

  “No, I’m not. But I’m not the squatty, rippling, twisted kind of woman you think I am, either.”

  “This has nothing to do with what I think you are, but what I hope you’ll eventually see inside yourself. But until you’re willing to strip away your perception of propriety, you’ll only see yourself as you want others to view you.”

  I snorted, then frowned. “And how am I supposed to break free? I’m comfortable acting like a lady. That’s the mold that suits me.”

  Sam grinned. “What makes you think finding your submission isn’t ladylike? All I’m saying is, you’re a grown woman. The only person you have to please is yourself.”

  “I know, and I do,” I replied defensively.

  “Then allow yourself to experience something other than what’s expected.”

  “Do you have any idea how my parents would react if they—”

  “Your parents? What do they have to do with this? Unless you plan to tell them you’re a sub.”

  “Of course not. Are you insane?”

  “Not according to Tony.” Sam chuckled.

  “Wait. You’re a patient of Tony’s?”

  “No,” Sam laughed. “Though I’m sure you think I should be. He and I are involved with a group of physicians who donate time to help out at a couple of inner-city clinics. It gives the overworked staff some much-needed time off. I’ve been picking up a couple extra shifts over the past few weeks for some of the doctors who’ve been unable to help out.”

  “I wasn’t suggesting you seeing Tony was a negative thing. So, you’ve been helping inner-city patients and not dissing me for Destiny these past few weeks?”

  “So that’s what you thought I was doing. Oh, Cin,” he tsked.

  “Well…yes. I mean, it seemed like you were trying to work me in, and I…I thought it was because of her.”


  “We really need to work on our communication skills, sweetheart. Why didn’t you talk to me about your feelings?”

  “I didn’t think I had to.”

  “Of course you do. I can’t very well read your mind, can I?” Sam’s exasperated tone filled me with guilt. I’d judged him unfairly.

  “No, you can’t. But why didn’t you tell me you were doing charity work and that we’d get together whenever you were free?”

  His face fell. “I didn’t realize I needed to. I thought there was a deeper bond of trust between us. These past few days have shown me that I was wrong.”

  I felt as if he’d kicked me in the gut.

  “I didn’t say that to make you feel bad, Cin. Don’t run off behind your walls now and undo all the progress we’ve made these past two days.”

  “What progress? I’m still on the fence about all this BDSM stuff.”

  “Progress in being truthful. I don’t have to hide who I am from you anymore, and you’ve shared your secrets with me, too. I get why trust is so damn hard and why you’re so damn determined to strive for success and perfection. I’ve learned more about you in a couple of days than I have in the past three months. But one thing I’ve learned for certain is that I was right…there is a submissive hiding inside you. And I aim to set her free.”

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head, still unwilling to buy his claim.

  “Like I told you before…you can deny it all you want, but we both know it’s the truth. And every time you try and deny the truth, I’m going to remind you of the bondage table.” A flicker of delight danced across his face.

  “Hold on. Don’t go putting the cart before the horse. You may think I’m a submissive, but I’m not even sure I’m all that curious about the lifestyle.”

  “Oh, but you are. In fact, you’re more than curious. You’re dying to gain an understanding as to why Liz, Leagh, Mellie, Savannah, Julianna, and all the rest of the subs hand their power over to their Masters.”

  “Okay, but being curious about how it works for them doesn’t mean I want it for myself.”

  “Semantics, Cin.” He flashed me a wicked grin. “Do you want to sit out here and blow smoke up your ass that you’re not a sub, or are you going to invite me inside for some sweet, kinky dessert?”

  “How kinky?” I asked, nibbling my bottom lip.

  “Kinky enough for you to handle, but not so kinky that I’ll freak you out.”

  “Are you going to put me over your knees again and spank my ass?”

  “Maybe. Depends on if you need it, or want it. If you stay sweet, you can beg me nice and pretty. If you’re sassy…well, you’ll be begging…begging me to stop.”

  “So, you’re giving me the choice?”

  His brows slashed. “Sweetheart. Like I’ve been telling you from the start…everything about the lifestyle is for you to choose.”

  “What if I decided no spankings at all?”

  Sam leaned in and caressed a finger over my cheek. “Then I’ll settle for you begging me to fuck you like an animal instead.”

  That was a game I wanted to play.

  Before Sam could even unbuckle his seat belt, I was out of the car and sprinting toward my apartment. His deep, rich laughter echoed in the night air and chased after me, heating my blood with a surge of demand.

  As I fumbled with the lock, Sam slipped in behind me and gripped one hand on my hip. With the other, he brushed my hair off the back of my neck. The warmth of his rugged frame enveloped me long before the hotness of his breath fluttered over my nape. And when he pressed his soft lips against me there, tiny explosions tingled down my spine. I closed my eyes and basked in the sensations erupting through me.

  Gripping both my hips, Sam rocked his rigid erection between the cheeks of my ass. My fingers shook, and I inwardly cursed the obstinate key. “Sam,” I whimpered in frustration.

  “Hmm?” he answered, tracing delicate circles with his tongue on the sensitive spot behind my ear. And with each sensual slide, my body sang while my knees dissolved.

  “I want to go inside, but this stupid key. God. I can’t wait. I’m two seconds from stripping you naked right here and raping you in front of my neighbors.”

  A silent chuckle shook his body. I felt him grinning against my flesh. Undaunted by my threat and in no apparent hurry, Sam nibbled and laved up and down my neck. I loved every second of his decadent torment, but I was beyond desperate to get him inside my apartment and deep inside me.

  Squirming, I turned to face him, then cupped his face. Pressing my lips to his in a sultry, urgent kiss, I snaked my fingers around his neck and scraped my nails over his nape. Parting my lips, I sucked his slick tongue inside my mouth, showing him exactly what I wanted to do to his cock.

  “Get me inside, Sam,” I begged breathlessly. “Take me to bed and make me scream until I can’t scream anymore.”

  A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. He tucked me against his side and urgently shoved the key into the lock. When the door finally opened, he scooped me up into his arms. Sam carried me over the threshold, then kicked the door closed. I clearly saw the desperation in his face before he fused his lips to mine in a fiery kiss.

  Thank god, I wasn’t the only one hanging by a suffering thread.

  The heated friction of his mouth served to heighten the sweet ache between my legs. Only when he’d carried me into my room did Sam break the kiss. I wanted to weep in relief when he set me on my feet and furiously started stripping off my clothes. And as Sam skimmed his lips over every inch of skin he revealed, I closed my eyes and savored the thrill shooting through me. Anticipation spiked. My pussy wept. After he’d peeled off every stitch of my clothing, I opened my eyes. Sam stared at me with a heavy-lidded gaze, drinking in my coffee-colored flesh with a sinful caress. I reached out to unbutton his pants, but Sam gripped my wrists.

  “I want you on your knees, taking me into your mouth, and sucking me down your sinful throat, gorgeous.” His voice was hoarse and brimmed in need.

  As he unfastened his belt and kicked out of his pants, I stared at his ready cock as he fisted himself. The fiery tongue of demand licked up my spine. I couldn’t wait to feel his powerful shaft sliding in and out of my mouth and down my throat, to wrap my tongue around his throbbing veins.

  Stepping closer, I started to kneel on the floor, but Sam reached out and clasped my arm, keeping me from completing my mission.

  “Beg me, Allisinda. Beg me to let you kneel before me and suck my cock, girl.”

  My heart sputtered, but the blazing inferno coalescing deep in my womb overrode all refusal of his command.

  Still watching him stroke his angry shaft, I swallowed tightly before slowly skimming my gaze up his magnificent body. Licking my lips nervously, I opened my mouth.

  “Please, Sir…may I suck your glorious cock?”

  Though my voice was but a shy whisper, Sam’s nostrils flared. His chest expanded and his shaft jerked in his hand. Unguarded pride, awe, and reassurance shimmered in his brilliant blue eyes and nearly stole the breath from my lungs. His response shifted inside me as if the sudden yaw and pitch of tectonic plates slid through me. I’d relinquished my control. Handed him the pieces of my soul no other human had ever possessed. While I expected that realization to obliterate every ounce of desire in me, it didn’t. Instead, an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and empowerment lifted my hunger even higher. The chains of conformity snapped and fell away while the want to bring Sam all the pleasure he could endure pumped through my veins.

  “On your knees, girl,” Sam thundered in a commanding tenor that shook me to the bone.

  That was where Sam needed me to be so I could immerse his cock in my mouth. Bathe his sex with the all the emotions I held in my heart and soul for him. To give him all the passion, desire, and love I’d kept trapped inside me.

  It was in that one pivotal moment that I realized the need to hand over my surrender far outweighed the need to placate my useless pride.

 
Gliding to the floor, I positioned myself on my knees. Tilting my head back, I stared up at Sam. He released his cock and cupped my cheek. His touch filled me with an inner silence. The world suddenly felt miniscule, like I’d been drawn into a vortex of perfection, where the only thing that held meaning in my life was Sam.

  He stared down at me with a look of unequivocal rapture. Adoration reflected in his crystal-blue eyes, and a sense of peace settled in deep.

  “How does it feel to bend to my will, little one?” he asked as he lightly brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Do you feel small? Centered?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, amazed that he could pluck the emotion from me so succinctly. I nuzzled my cheek against his palm.

  “Is there an indescribable yearning to please me fluttering madly inside you right now, my beautiful temptress?”

  There was, and he knew it before I’d even taken the time to analyze it. “Yes. How did you—”

  “Let the desires expanding inside you blossom, girl. I’ve got you now, and I won’t let go.”

  He bent forward and kissed me with a tenderness that made my heart ache. Then, without a word, he stood and guided his erection to my mouth. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his shaft. A wispy sigh slid from my lips as the heat and throbbing pulse surged over my palm, calling to the primal woman within me.

  Parting my lips, I extended my tongue, snaking it over his velvety crest. Sam hissed as my taste buds exploded at his familiar tart flavor. With the tip of his cock, I painted my lips with his clear glossy need, keeping my gaze locked with his. Sam’s hungry, heavy-lidded stare sliced me open while the empowerment of bringing him such pleasure melded me together again.

  Opening wide, I wrapped my lips around the crown and flicked the tip of my tongue over his most sensitive spot. Sam’s stomach muscles rippled. His legs trembled. And when he moaned in approval, cinching a fist in my hair, slivers of pain mixed with pleasure danced over my scalp, meshing with the sweet hum of arousal singing through me. His tangy, musky flavor and the silky texture of his tightly drawn flesh made my universe narrow to nothing but the feel and taste of him on my tongue.