Lured By My Master

by Jenna Jacob

  “That’s it, my little sparrow, suck me deep…wrap that wicked hot mouth around me and pull me in deeper.” He voice was raspy and ragged yet still held a tone of command. It was erotic as hell.

  My lips thinned and stretched. The corners of my mouth burned as I worked to devour his invading girth. Sam hissed and gripped my hair tighter before rocking in deeper, helping me imbibe inch after glorious inch. When his flaxen hair tickled my nose, I swirled my tongue over his distended veins, breathing in his virile scent. It was stronger now, and I burrowed in close, growing dizzy on his potent musk.

  “Suck me, Allisinda…I need more,” Sam growled, impatiently.

  Unwilling to wait for me to cede to his demand, he plowed his other hand in my hair and took control. Sam guided my mouth up and down his rigid shaft, setting both the depth and tempo he desired. Wet heat seeped from my folds and my clit pulsed in need. Urged on by the low rumbles of pleasure vibrating in his chest, I doubled my efforts, sucking and licking as he directed my willing mouth over his shaft.

  With a harsh roar, Sam pulled away. His reddened cock, swollen, pulsating, and glistening in my saliva, stood poised at my lips. I mourned the loss of his hot length on my tongue. But even more, I missed the overwhelming sense of completeness pleasing him had stirred inside me.

  Holding tight to my hair, Sam sucked in several quick and shaky breaths. Then with a barely discernable curse, he jerked my head back and plunged himself back inside my mouth in savage claim. I clasped on to his thighs to steady myself, feeling his muscles flex and bunch with each demanding thrust he pressed past my lips.

  Strong.

  Virile.

  Exacting.

  My Sam.

  Tossed in the tempest of passion, I greedily sucked and swallowed at his ruthless stabs. Each time he prodded the back of my throat with his blunt crest, I swallowed around him. Sam’s hisses and curses sent a naughty thrill to sizzle my blood. I slid my palm up his leg, then flattened my hand over the sculpted planes of his abdomen. The muscles there rippled and quaked, reassuring me that the sexual fury uncoiling inside me was consuming him as well.

  “You’re so fucking… Dammit, love… I want…” His incoherent words scattered through the air as he pulled from my mouth with an audible pop.

  Dragging me to my feet by my hair, Sam cut my yelp of surprise with a potent, soul-stealing kiss. The burn slowly receded from my scalp as he pressed me backward and onto the bed. Parting my thighs with a forceful shove of his knees, Sam tore his mouth from mine and stood. His eyes drank in every curve and line of my body, and a feral smile spread over his lips. He looked wild. Savage. Beastly. And all I wanted was for him to ravish me in every deviant way he desired.

  Spreading my legs wider, I sent him a provocative smirk. A ferocious roar pealed from his throat as he flung himself over me. Supporting himself with his arms, Sam caged me in. Tilting his hips, he aligned his cock at my folds as his brows slashed and his face contorted to a look of raw, savage need.

  “Tell me what you want, Allisinda…beg me for it. Beg me to fuck you long, hard, and deep.” His demand pierced like a knife.

  Oh, I would beg him, all right. Beg until the end of time to see him…feel him so uninhibited, abandoned, and free.

  “Yes. Oh, god. Yes. Please. Fuck me.”

  “How bad do you want me? Need and crave the pleasure I want to give you?”

  “More than air,” I whimpered. “Please, Sam. Just fuck me already.”

  An evil smile spread over his lips. Dipping his head, he dragged his tongue down my throat, leaving a searing trail of saliva all the way to my nipple. “I can keep you here all night, wet, throbbing, aching for relief. And I can sit right here on the edge of the bed and jack off while you watch.”

  My eyes grew wide. I sucked in a gasp and shook my head.

  “No. I don’t want that, either, little one. What I want is for you to be a good girl. Convince me that if you don’t have my fat cock stretching and filling that tight little pussy of yours in the next ten seconds, you’ll lose your mind.”

  The only response I could muster was a pitiful whimper.

  “Give it to me, Allisinda, and I’ll soar you to the heavens.”

  Dipping lower, he opened his mouth and sucked in my tight, crinkled nipple. The air left my lungs in a whoosh as he laved his tongue over my areola before pulling on the peak with spine-bending suction.

  “Please. Oh, god, Sam. Please. Please. I need you inside me…fuck me.”

  “How do you want me to fuck you, baby?” he murmured, holding my nipple clasped between his teeth.

  “Fast. Hard. I don’t care. Take me any way you want me. Just please… I need you to put out this fire. I can’t take it anymore.” My voice cracked, and tears of frustration blurred my vision.

  With a gasp-inducing tug of my nipple, Sam raised his head and smiled at me. “That’s a good girl, indeed. All that sweet desperation I hear in your suffering plea. I know now that if I don’t drive inside you this second, you might fall apart on me. Isn’t that right?”

  I nodded and blinked, wondering what had happened to my sweet, generous Sam. Not that I was complaining. This version of Dr. Samuel Brooks was unbridled. Erotic. And fucking hot as hell.

  “Answer me. With your voice,” he demanded.

  “I will. I swear I will. Help me, Sam. Please.”

  He released an animalistic roar as he slammed his cock fully inside me. He bent and covered my mouth with his, swallowing down my cries of pleasure-pain as he stretched and packed himself deep inside my tight, wet passage. A sublime burn consumed me as my cunt clutched and sucked, desperate to accept him. But it seemed the more I tried to relax, the worse the pain became. Twisting from his mouth, I screamed a curse and tried to inch back and escape his invasion.

  “Easy, baby. Breathe,” Sam whispered, as he pulled free from my passage.

  Sliding his thumb over my clit, he circled the aching nub. And as he began threading himself back inside me, my thick, slick juices seeped around him and anointed his fat cock. I issued a blissful moan. With a slow, torturous glide Sam finally seated himself inside me, then moved his hips with long, deliberate strokes while my pussy gripped and sucked at his shaft.

  Sam cursed as he pressed past my quivering tissues, working himself back and forth until he was driving in and out of me with reckless, raw abandon.

  Needful whimpers rolled off my lips.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me make it all better for you.”

  As if the flames he’d kindled weren’t hot enough, his whiskey-smooth whisper nearly had me coming undone.

  “Grab hold of the bars of the headboard. Don’t let go,” Sam panted. “Bind yourself for me, Allisinda.”

  It took a moment for his command to fracture the sexual fog coating my brain. Sam wasn’t going to pin my arms above my head like he usually did. No, this time he wanted me to symbolically tie myself to the bed for him. A shudder of excitement and dread rippled through me. The mental rope he wanted to bind me with felt almost as frightening as actual knots.

  Sam held my gaze, waiting…watching. He knew the level of turmoil pinging inside me.

  “Grab hold of the brass bars, Allisinda. Don’t try to analyze it, just do what feels right…for me, baby.”

  Punched with an overwhelming need to please him, I still couldn’t find the courage to bind myself. When I hesitated, Sam pinched my clit between his finger and thumb. Crying out, I bucked beneath him.

  “I can keep you here all night…just like this. Suspended in need.”

  Yes. He could, and would, too.

  As if to further prove that point, Sam gripped my legs, then looped my knees over his forearms and lifted my ass off the bed. Driving his cock in deeper, his blunt crest dragged over my g-spot. Demand surged in a blast of white light. With our gazes locked, I felt him dissecting me as he withdrew himself to the outer folds of my cunt.

  “Give me more of your surrender, baby,” he whispered before plowing deep
and fast.

  Sam made it clear he intended to claim and own the breath in my lungs, the blood in my veins, and the very essence of my soul.

  The friction increased with each feral stab, as did my demand to unravel. But I wasn’t naïve enough to think he’d let me escape that easily. I knew my release would be hard-won, and even more arduous if I didn’t yield to him once more.

  Fully seated inside me, Sam suddenly froze. The lines in his forehead softened as he leaned forward and feathered his warm, satiny lips over mine. With a gentle sweep, he stroked his tongue along the seam of my mouth. I could almost taste his bittersweet appeal.

  “Trust me, sweetheart,” he fervently whispered before sliding from inside me and climbing off the bed.

  “No. Wait. Where are you—”

  Sam turned and pressed a finger to his lips, then made his way toward my dresser.

  His cock glistened, and it was then I realized that he had taken me bareback, once again. There was some deeper significance in that fact than simply forgetting, but as he reached up and snagged the maroon scarf off my mirror, panic consumed all semblance of logic.

  Returning to the bed, Sam skimmed the cold silk up my belly. A placid smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he danced the soft fabric over my breasts. “Raise your arms, my little sparrow.”

  “I-I can’t,” I stuttered.

  “Your safe word is still red.” Compassion was written all over his face.

  Though he offered me a lifeline, a way out if I couldn’t hang, I needed to regain that all-encompassing drive to please him. Needed to wrap myself in that surety and regain a sense of empowerment once again.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I slowly raised my arms and gripped the cold spindles of the brass headboard. Holding my breath, I lay as stiff as a corpse while I waited for Sam to tie me up. Instead, he simply draped the fabric over my wrists. I expelled a sigh of relief and relaxed as he dragged his fingertips down my arms, over the hollow of my throat, and farther down, stopping at my aching pussy.

  “Are you still with me, sweetheart?” he whispered.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I murmured.

  “Very nice.”

  Without another word, he positioned himself between my thighs once more and lifted my legs over his arms before inching back inside me. I tried to focus on his slow, driving rhythm, but my mind kept drifting to the band of silk decorating my wrists. Turning my head, I glanced up at the blood -red fabric wishing he’d actually bound me to the brass bars. The notion stunned me. I closed my eyes and shoved the thought from my mind.

  “There’s no rush, sweetheart. For now, all I want you to focus on is the soft silk wrapped around your wrists. Feel how the heat of your body bleeds into the fabric. That’s exactly how your submission will flow into you. It will simply start to melt into your heart, mind, body, and soul, until it consumes every single cell in your body.”

  I wanted to call him a liar. Protest that his claims were nothing more than fantasy. But I’d already tasted his esoteric Dominance. Felt the intrigue of the silk scarf on my flesh. I could no longer hide in fear of his command, not when it conjured such thrilling sensations inside me.

  Like a butterfly crawling out of my chrysalis, I let my wings unfurl and allowed myself to sip the freedom Sam promised awaited in this new world.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Sam seesawed into me, dragging his wide crest over my eager nerve endings as if he were trying to steal my soul. I gripped the headboard tighter, searching for an anchor of self-control. But it was useless. He swept my will away…exactly how he’d aimed to.

  “Your cunt feels like heaven…like pure liquid silk. So fucking tight, hot, and slick. I could stay inside you like this forever,” he panted.

  The strain on his face and the rivulets of sweat trickling down his forehead proved I wasn’t the only one struggling to stave off the inevitable. As my keening cries filled the room, Sam sucked in a sharp breath.

  I prayed he’d command me to come, because either way, I was going to explode in a matter of seconds.

  “Are you suffering for me, Allisinda?” He whispered my name like a prayer.

  “Yes. Oh, god. I can’t… I’m going to—”

  “Sail, Allisinda. Come hard. Come. Now,” he panted with a choppy growl.

  Slammed beneath his annihilating splendor, my body bowed. My limbs grew rigid. The muscles of my tunnel contracted, clasping at his cock as a flurry of sturdy pulses rippled through me. Every bone in my body turned to white-hot liquid as waves of convulsions tore through me.

  “Mine,” Sam roared. Slamming into me one last time, he stilled and gripped my thighs.

  Tossing back his head, he cried out my name as his hot seed jettisoned deep in my womb.

  Long minutes later, when our ragged breathing settled and the twitching aftershocks subsided, Sam released my thighs, then slowly eased from inside me. My legs, heavy and boneless, landed together on the mattress like felled sequoias. With a chuckle, he wrapped an arm around me and flopped onto the bed, dragging me with him. We lay spooning with his steely arm banded around my waist while I snuggled against his hot, sweaty body, sated and purring.

  “I know that’s right,” Sam murmured in a low, satisfied tone. “I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you.”

  “That’s good, because I don’t want the magic we make to ever end.”

  “Magic, huh?”

  “Oh, yeah…and then some.”

  “Careful. You might make my overinflated doctor ego grow even bigger,” he teased.

  “Smartass.”

  “Smartass?” Sam’s voice rose in feigned offense. Without warning, he flipped me onto my back and straddled me. “I’ll give you a red ass, little one, if you don’t watch your mouth.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? You’ve never been offended by my gutter mouth before.”

  “I have,” he quickly assured. “I simply haven’t scolded you for it…until now.”

  “What?” I gasped. Before I could blink, he hoisted me over his lap with my ass poised in the air. “Wait. You’re going to spank me because I said smartass?”

  “Yes. And you’re going to get an extra one for saying it a second time.”

  “Oh, no, you’re not.” I struggled and squirmed and twisted until I could see his face. A flicker of laughter danced in his eyes. “You’re just messing with me, aren’t you?”

  Sam didn’t answer, simply drew back his hand and slapped my ass.

  “Goddammit. Stop,” I screamed.

  “Keep cursing, sparrow. I can mete out as many of these as you need.”

  “Okay. Okay,” I screamed, still trying to process exactly how saying one word got me into this embarrassing and erotic position. “I get the point. I’ll watch my mouth.”

  “Pity,” he stated in remorse. “I enjoy turning your pretty ass red, sweetheart.”

  “You might, but I don’t,” I groused as he lifted his arm. I kneeled up and shot him a scowl.

  “Oh, don’t give me that look. You like it. You just won’t relax and enjoy the sweet burn, that’s all.”

  I knew he suspected that I enjoyed some of the kinky things he did to me, but he didn’t have to be so smug. Of course, if I challenged him about it, he’d probably unleash something I wouldn’t find fun at all. I kept my lips zipped.

  “Though I do enjoy watching that inner struggle, you wrestle flash through your eyes. It’s really quite beautiful.”

  I pinned him with a gaze meant to flash-fry him, but Sam merely laughed.

  “I’m glad you find my battle so amusing,” I drawled, flashing him a humorless smirk.

  His expression turned somber as he hauled me up and into his arms. “I know this is all new and scary for you, and I’m not trying to make light of your turmoil. I’m just happy that you’re willing to look past the confines of protocol and realize that a good Dom/sub relationship is filled with fun and laughter, too.”


  “But I’m not a s—”

  “Yes, you are. The term, or rather your interpretation of it, is what’s got you spooked.”

  When I opened my mouth, Sam settled his lips over mine. He had plans for my tongue other than the rebuttal poised on its tip. Like, tangling with mine to surge in the hot slickness. Rolling his thumbs and fingers over the peaks of my nipples, Sam swallowed my moans as he set fire to the insatiable blaze he so easily ignited inside me.

  “Tell me you want me to spend the night,” he murmured as he left a tingling trail down my neck with his tongue.

  “I want you to spend the night,” I moaned, while he inched lower still and sucked my aching nipple between his lips.

  ~

  Sam’s cock was still inside me, soft and slick, when my alarm went off. Sliding free from me, he groaned as I silenced the annoying buzzer.

  “What time is it?” he asked in a raspy voice thick with sleep.

  “Five fifteen,” I groaned.

  “Wanna call in sick and play hooky again today?” A wicked grin tugged his lips.

  “I can’t. I’ll have to have a doctor’s note to give to HR if I’m out two days in a row.”

  Sam chuckled. “Oh, baby. I’d be more than happy to write a note for you.”

  “Uh-huh,” I scoffed. “And just what medical reason would you give for my absence?”

  “That’s easy. You’re suffering from docnotdone syndrome.”

  “What in the world is docnotdone syndrome?” I asked as he looped his arm around my waist to drag me back against his hard body.

  “It means this doc’s not done ravishing your sexy body.” He grinned. I couldn’t help but laugh. Sam’s tone took on a more clinical edge as he continued. “The most common symptoms are a growing ache, accompanied with a throbbing sensation, right here.”

  He circled my wrist and drew my hand to his thick erection.

  “Oh, my. Yes. I can actually feel your suffering from the same syndrome, Doctor.” I peered up at him, sliding on my most professional expression. “I must say; your symptoms are quite impressive, indeed.”