by Linzi Basset
“Yes, Violet, that’s beautiful. Just relax and feel,” she cooed in her ear, followed by a slow lick following the whorl of her ear. Her warm, soft lips slowly trailed kisses down the center of her chest, which caused Joanne to pant in response.
The kisses that Vee and Lucy planted at the top of her legs intensified the arousal that she was helpless to fight any longer. Their naked bodies were soft as silk as they brushed against her. She became pliant, arching her back as she silently begged for more.
Joanne was so enraptured by the sensations that were coursing through her body that she didn’t hear the door open. But when Max gasped her name, it penetrated her hazy mind. She turned her head and blinked dreamily at him. He stood rooted in front of the closed door, his eyes blazing over her body.
Jack was right. He doesn’t even notice them!
It filled Joanne with elation. The three subs were butt naked, but his gaze didn’t stray from her lace covered body writhing between them.
“Fuck baby, you look hot,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. He licked his lips as Celia teasingly uncovered Joanne’s breasts and brushed her palm over her nipples.
“Ohh,” Joanne whimpered. She arched her back, pushing her breast higher. It was too much of a temptation to Celia and Lucy who leaned closer to lap at the offered nubs.
“Oh, my god!” She clawed at the sheets when they sucked on the tips in a way that made her toes curl. Her legs moved restlessly beneath Vee who was tracing the outer edge of her thong.
Max stumbled to the chair facing the bed and sat down, his legs suddenly felt rubbery. He was flabbergasted, completely overwhelmed by the scene unfolding in front of him. It wasn’t new to him. He’d watched and participated in many similar pleasures, but it was the first time that his own emotions and feelings were invested in one of the participants. He couldn’t tear his gaze from the beautiful woman in purple lace, who completely gave herself over to the sensations the three subs extracted from her.
The teddy framed her swollen stomach with a purple haze that kept his gaze glued to it. His child, his flesh and blood, was growing inside her body. He’d been excited form the first moment he’d realized Joanne was expecting their child but watching her now, it really hit home for the first time.
I’m going to be a father. Good god, Maximilian, how did you get to be this lucky!
His eyes moved higher and turned as dark as the midnight sky as he watched Celia and Lucy suck and lick on Joanne’s nipples. Her breasts were larger, her nipples bigger and seemed to be growing darker by the minute. She was on the edge and all she needed was one tiny push. Max couldn’t wait to watch her splinter apart from pleasure.
“She’s close. So, fucking close,” he said in a deep voice. “Relax, baby, I’m here. Just feel, my pet.”
Joanne whimpered as Vee slowly dragged her thong down her legs, following its path with slow, drugging kisses.
“Oh lord, oh lord,” Joanne stammered as Vee’s kisses drew closer to the center of her body.
“Shh, Violet. Let me take care of you,” she whispered. Her warm breath was the only warning Joanne had. Her lips closed over her clitoris and she sucked; hard, long tugs, the final nudge her body needed.
“Ooh, fuck!” she screamed. Her body arched in a bow as the climax rushed over her like a wave crashing to shore. She was senseless, aswirl in euphoria. She caught Max’s eyes. The taut expression on his face said it all. He was lost in the tantric eroticism of the moment, watching as she twisted and turned with the pleasure washing over her.
Her breathing was harsh as she struggled to come down from the crest of the wave she had been riding. Vee’s lips moved lower. Joanne whimpered, her pleading gaze frantically searching for Max.
“Master Jag, I . . .”
Max understood her distress. So far, the subs hadn’t become too intimate. She’d never expected to be aroused to the extent that she climaxed. She was obviously distressed at the thought of what was about to happen.
“You don’t have to do this, baby,” he said gently, “but it fucking excites the hell out of me. More than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
Then he was there, sliding his hands over her legs, Vee’s lips were replaced by his warm, firm mouth that nibbled and lapped at her labia.
“Oh, Master Jag,” she cried out, canting her hips against his face. Her sharp gasps rose audibly as he slipped his fingers inside her pussy that throbbed with need. His eyes darkened as they homed in on her distilled essence. He inhaled her intoxicating bouquet.
“Fuck, you smell so good!”
Heat radiated through her loins and surged upward to flood her mind with pulsing emanations. A demand that once again pushed her over the edge.
Celia and Lucy sucked her nipples with gentle tugs, having realized that they were sensitive because of her pregnancy and with her added arousal, even more so.
Joanne couldn’t take any more, the need to feel his tongue and lips taste her became an overwhelming need. She fisted a clump of his hair and guided his mouth to her quivering core. Every cell in her body thrummed with heat. She was on a cloud so high, she lost all sense of her surrounding and became subsumed in a wave of unbridled lust.
Max probed deeply with his tongue, licking, sucking and lapping at her constant secretions.
Joanne emitted a deep guttural moan. Her nails cut into his shoulders as she began to spasm, bucking wildly as a surge of warm liquid erupted inside her. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she choked out a scream in ragged shards of pleasure.
“Time to leave, ladies,” Max ordered as he crawled higher to settle next to Joanne. He pulled her into his arms. “And thank you for giving my sub such a beautiful experience.”
“It was our pleasure, Master Jag. We’d be happy to join you anytime,” Celia said as she ushered Lucy and Vee through the door.
Max caressed Joanne’s back and kissed her on the forehead, allowing her time to catch her breath and relax. His hand strayed to her belly.
“A boy, baby? Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She giggled. “He’s just as forward as his father. He flaunted his penis for the camera.”
“I’ll have you know, Miss Blackmore, I have never flaunted my penis.”
“Oh? I guess I imagined that day at the lake on my parent’s farm then. I distinctly remember how you swung your sword, as you referred to it, this way and that, threatening to spear my cavern.”
“Well, in my defense, it was a very cold day and I needed to be heated up.”
Their shared laughter echoed in the room. Joanne sobered. She cupped his cheeks.
“I understand, Maximilian. I finally get it. What you need from me as a Dom. The emotional transfer of power—that is what turns you on. The command that you are so good at and why all the subs love to scene with you. The patience, respect and honesty in what you have to offer. Not just to them but to me, as your submissive. I know the difference now; I saw it and felt it while I was watching you earlier at the bar. With them it’s about using your skill to make them feel treasured and wanted. With me, it’s about sharing your love and devotion.”
He smiled tenderly and kissed her lips softly. “I can’t express my feelings for what you did for me tonight, baby. But, I want you to know, I won’t expect it from you all the time.”
“I know, Maximilian but it’s a gift that I’d like to offer you from time to time.”
“God, Jo, what did I do to deserve you? Do you have any idea how much I love you? I thank God every day that you didn’t give up on me but kept coming back. I can’t envision my future without you in it.”
He buried his face in her fragrant hair as they clung to each other, overcome by the love that bound them together.
“So, I was thinking . . .”
“Oho, warning bells!”
“Tsk,” she spun him with a smile. She got onto her knees and gently pushed him onto his back. She sprawled over his body and sat on his lap, her fingers gently tracing his cock that was slowly r
ising to the occasion.
“Jo—”
“Seeing as you are still recuperating and strengthening your back, I thought that tonight, I’d be on the top.”
“Oh well, I guess I can’t fault that thinking process of yours.” Max’s face twitched into a smile as she quickly and efficiently helped him to undress before she settled back onto his legs. She reached for the lacy teddy, but he slapped away her hands.
“No, baby, leave it on. I want to look at you veiled in purple. Your skin looks like silk through this lace.”
He ran his hands over her stomach. His eyes widened and rose to meet hers in wonder.
“Is that . . .”
“Yes, honey. That’s your son saying hi to his daddy.”
“I can’t find the words to tell you how it makes me feel,” Max said in awe.
Joanne was shaken to see tears in Max’s eyes. Any thought that he might be upset about having an unplanned baby evaporated at his emotional display.
“I know, my love. I felt like that the first time.” She leaned down to give him a sweet kiss.
“So, Miss Blackmore, now that you have me pinned and helpless, what are you planning to do to me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just lift my hips like this.”
“Hm, that looks good.” Max’s cock twitched and swelled another inch. His blood thrummed through his body.
“And then I was thinking to put the point of your sword at the entrance of my cavern.”
“Oh yes,” Max hissed. “I remember that little tight and hot welcome.” His eyes were fixated on his cockhead that was slowly disappearing inside her body.
“Next, I should perhaps lower myself onto the shaft of your sword. Slowly, you know. Like this . . . inch by inch . . . by inch by inch . . . by inch by inch . . .”
“Geez, Jo! At this rate I’m gonna explode by the time you get to the last inch,” he complained but he forced his body not to move.
“Ooh . . . that feels so good,” Joanne moaned as his pulsing arousal was finally embedded inside her. She looked into his eyes and she breathed in slowly, overcome with his need that flowed through her with visceral power. She could feel his need and her own body responded. She felt the ache gather deep inside her. Her muscles were strung taut and with a slow, rocking motion, she began to ride his cock, teasing him, grinding against him until his guttural moans echoed alongside hers.
His hands clamped around her hips as he moved her in slow grinding circles to increase her own pleasure. Her mouth gaped open as she arched her head back with the rush of sensations that seared through her. It was one of the most powerful couplings Max had ever experienced. His thumb found her clit, even as he forced his index finger inside her pussy, rubbing the swollen ganglia on the front of her vaginal wall.
“Maxi-mil-ian,” she screamed, completely unprepared for the climax that ripped through her body. She shattered in his arms, her muscles convulsing and shivering involuntarily.
His aesthetic senses came alive as he was struck by her beauty. The teddy she wore couldn’t hide what was underneath. Her flawless skin, dusted with specs of gold. Her beautiful face was framed by the long wisps of liquid-gold tresses that cascaded in soft layers around her bare shoulders.
Max came undone, lost in the serenity of the moment. Flashes of heat flared into his chest. He was drowning in wave upon wave of an erotic sea that flooded his mind. His eyelids fluttered and twitched as the dam inside threatened to burst. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer and thrust upward in jagged movements that took him over the edge with her within moments.
His growl sounded carnal and wild. It thrilled through Joanne with a sense of power that she was the one who had brought him such pleasure.
She was still struggling to breathe normally when she rose on her elbow and looked at him owl-like.
“I had one more thought, Maximilian.”
“Hmm,” he responded, opening one eye to look at her. “I don’t know if I have the energy for another one of your thoughts, baby.”
Joanne laughed. The sound made Max feel ten feet tall.
“I was thinking that maybe this was the perfect moment to ask you—very nicely, in case you missed it—if you would please marry me.”
“Hmm . . .” Max’s eyebrows drew together in deep thought. “I’m afraid, Joanne, the answer is no.”
Joanne surged upright. “Maximilian?”
Max got up and went to retrieve something from his pants. He returned and sank down onto his knees.
“Sorry, baby, I’m afraid I can’t do the one knee move just yet, so this will have to do.” He looked at the shining diamond ring in his hand. “I’ve been carrying this with me all this time, just in case.” He lifted his eyes and stared at her earnestly, the love and devotion evident for her to see. “I’m kinda old fashioned, so, my love, I have to do the asking. Will you, Joanne Katherine Blackmore, make me the happiest old-timer on earth and marry me?”
Her smile could make the angels burst out in song. Her eyes glimmered brighter that the diamonds on the ring.
“Old-timer, my ass,” she lilted. She leaned forward, fusing their lips together in a sweet, passionate kiss.
“Yes, Maximilian Bartolomeus Shaw, I will marry you.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jack sat at the bar nursing his drink. All the other Masters had disappeared into the dungeon for some well-deserved fun. Jack hadn’t been able to relax. Not for as long as the man who had been responsible for Joanne’s abduction was still at large. He couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom.
He looked around the Entertainment room, for once completely unaffected by the gaiety of the members. He’d been working side by side with the rest of the Precision Secure team to find anything on the bastard. He was like a ghost—invisible.
“As long as that bastard is out there, Joanne won’t be safe, Jack. We have to keep digging. No one is infallible. One day, he’s going to slip and make a mistake. We need to be alert and ready to catch him when he does.”
When he does, Max had said just the previous day. Jack believed it too. No one could live a double life and not slip up— somewhere, somehow. They would be ready when the fucker did.
“Well, if it isn’t the very elusive Master Black.” A sultry voice said next to him.
Jack’s gaze turned to the enticing blonde who jumped onto the barstool next to him. She always reminded him of a pixie, because of her size. He felt the familiar tightening in his groin whenever she was near. One day he would act on it and fuck her into kingdom come. Something she’d not so subtly been hinting at for months. Just because he could, Jack had been playing hardball.
Jordan Clark’s eyes sparkled as she noticed the glint in his eyes.
Hallelujah! Finally, some reaction from him. Maybe now, I’d be able to get somewhere.
“Are you gonna sit at the bar the entire evening, Master Black?”
“That depends.”
She swiveled on the stool to face him. “On what?”
“On whether Celia is in the mood to give me a blowjob.”
Jordan’s smile slipped a little. Jack’s broadened. She turned around to face the room, her gaze searching until it landed on the pretty woman on server duty, handing out drinks. Jordan peeked sideways at Jack.
“How about a wager, Master Black?”
“To what purpose?”
“Well, if I win, I get to give you that blowjob. If you win, you get to choose how the rest of my evening is spent.”
Jack bit back the chuckle at her forwardness. She was known for her sassy nature and he had been called upon to punish her numerous times because of that. He loved a sassy sub
Manipulation on the other hand—no matter the reason—had quite the opposite effect. Jordan hadn’t been around him long enough to know that but correcting her attitude, would indeed be his pleasure.
It might just take his mind off the doom and gloom surrounding them at the moment.
“Your entire ev
ening, sub? Are you sure you know what you’re letting yourself in for?”
The smile that slowly formed on her puffy lips turned Jack’s look into an enamored stare. He shook it off as he realized what he was doing.
“Yeah, I do, because Master Black,” she cooed seductively. “I have no intention of losing.”
“Very well. What’s the wager?”
“I’ll be a good sport, sir and allow you to decide on one,” she lilted with a confident toss of her long hair.
Jack was amused. The little miss needed to learn her place. She was too cocky and bratty for her own good.
“I wager that you won’t be able to finish a Martini Daiquiri without spilling a drop.”
Jordan’s smile almost split her face in two. Jack was hard pressed not to burst into laughter.
“Are you sure that’s what you want to wager? I’ll have you know, I was the queen of drinking cocktails at college.”
“I’m sure you were. Well?” Jack drawled.
“Bring it on, Master Black,” she challenged. Confidence oozed from her in spades.
Jack handed her the drink that had been filled to the rim. His gaze slowly traveled lower. Her nipples peeped cheekily at him from behind a thin layer of satin.
“Ready?”
“As a shotgun, sir.”
“Let it rip, my pet,” he said in a dry voice. He waited until she’d taken two sips. He reached out and tweaked her nipples—hard.
She sputtered and jumped, spilling half of the drink over her lap. She stared at the drops of liquids running down her legs. Her brown eyes lifted to his and she did the one thing Jack had been waiting for.
She glared.
“That was cheating,” she snapped angrily.
His one eyebrow surged higher. “It was? I don’t recall there being any preconditions to the wager, my pet.” He reached for her nipples again and pinched. The pressure increased until she gasped for breath.
“Think they’ll be able to survive your glare, sub? It seems you don’t know the proper decorum we expect from a sub in here.”
