Lawyers in Love 03 Mastered

by Ann Jacobs

  Sandra’s pussy wept more, drenching her pantyhose. She barely managed to resist the impulse to squirm against the leather-covered booth when she imagined Rocky restraining her with his iron-muscled arms, dragging her head down to his crotch and making her swallow his hot male flesh.

  His cock would be long and thick and maybe uncut as so many Latino men were. Her mouth went dry at the thought, and her whole body began to tingle with greedy anticipation. His thick, slick cream would slide down her throat, trickle down her chin.

  After she sucked him off, he’d pin her to the mattress and fuck her long and hard. He’d make her come the way no gentle lover had ever managed.

  Yeah. The big dangerous-looking cop could make her come. No doubt about it. Problem was, he’d likely strip away the control she’d worked so hard to come by. And conquer not just her body but her mind.

  Her nipples beaded up, their sensitive tips pressing against the lace of her push-up bra.

  The hell with the aura of control she’d managed with such determined effort to create around herself. She could get it back tomorrow. Maybe. “Why don’t you take me home?” she asked, giving his cock a playful squeeze.

  Maybe if she held on to her control. Maybe if she let it down only enough to gain momentary release…

  Chapter Two

  Having put the same proposition to Sandra numerous times before and gotten coolly rejected, Rocky had trouble believing she’d given in so easily tonight. But he hadn’t questioned his luck when she’d tweaked his cock at Bennie’s. He wasn’t about to hesitate now that she’d handed him the key to her apartment and invited him inside.

  Shit, but her place left him cold. He looked around a living room that reminded him of the kind of hotel suite salesmen rented to hawk their wares.

  Everything was beige, except for a few startling black accents. A few wood-framed black-and-white photos marched neatly along the foyer wall. A geometric pattern stood out startlingly against stacks of big pillows massed on either side of the fireplace.

  He’d be afraid of sitting down for fear of knocking one of the loose pillows out of place on the backs of a sofa and two love seats that sat at precise ninety-degree angles to each other and the fireplace. Or of even suggesting that they light a fire in the pristine, beige marble grate and sprawl out together on the utilitarian woven carpet that looked anything but cozy for a fuckfest.

  The place was brittle. Cool, calm and collected. Like Sandra.

  He wanted to toss those sofa pillows onto the floor, muss the room the way he intended to destroy that cool facade she’d shown him every time they’d worked together—hell, every time she’d turned him down whenever he’d suggested more than a drink at Bennie’s or a friendly meal and a movie.

  He wanted to break down that control, discover the hot-blooded woman he sensed lay just below the brittle veneer he sensed was close to cracking.

  “How the fuck do you stand living like this?” he asked, spreading his arms wide to encompass all the blandness that offended his need for color and disarray in his surroundings.

  She followed his gaze around the room, her expression confused, as though she was unclear as to his complaint. “It was this way when I bought the place last year. I saw no reason to replace perfectly good things. Come on. The bedroom’s more inviting.”

  It was, but only because she was in it, shedding the jacket of her courtroom armor. Her deliberate movement called his attention to hard little nipples outlined against the pale silk of her blouse, and to a dark shadow at the apex of her thighs that showed when her skirt slid down her legs and onto the floor.

  First, she hung her jacket neatly in the closet. Then the gray skirt that had skimmed her stocking-clad knees joined it among a bunch of equally somber colored suits. He noticed the subtle differences between black, navy-blue and brown garments that divided reds from blues and from one lone bright-green dress. Holy shit! She even hung her goddamned clothes by color.

  Then he looked back at her in time to see that silky blouse slither off her narrow shoulders, followed by a cream-colored, unbelievably soft-looking slip. The gaze she shot him as she toed off high-heeled black pumps and wriggled her toes against the deep beige pile of the carpet seemed more challenging than aroused.

  He’d never seen a woman strip down for sex so methodically. Or stand before him so dispassionately, as though determined to control each action she took. As though wanting sexual release but not willing to invest the least bit of emotion into the act.

  His cock wilted. And it stayed that way until she reached behind her back and unfastened her lacy bra, leaving herself naked except for the sheer, dark pantyhose that cloaked her cunt in mystery. Seeing her full breasts with their dark puckered nipples topping rosy areolas made his mouth water. Watching her hook her thumbs into the waistband of those pantyhose and slide them down, almost like a striptease without background music, engaged his libido once again.

  Even so, she stood there. Calm, collected, neat. Rocky couldn’t imagine digging his fingers through Sandra’s smooth sable hair, knocking even one strand out of place. Surely a hand would come down from above and grab him if he dared muss up that perfect picture. Surely he’d be struck dead if he snatched the silken strands up into his fist and used them to drag her full red mouth down on his swollen cock.

  Perfect, that’s how she struck him, standing there naked as though for his detailed examination. He couldn’t resist assessing her the way he might assess a perp in order to fix every detail of description firmly in his head.

  He noted gently arched eyebrows above her big, dark-brown eyes. A modest Romanesque nose and a slender neck he longed to nip with his teeth. She had surprisingly full breasts for one so slim, with small, rosy nipples jutting proudly from lighter areolas. A trim waist and flat belly, olive-skinned like the rest of her, made him assume she did her tanning naked.

  Her pussy was neatly trimmed, bare but for the narrow strip of curly black hair in the center of her mons that he figured would tickle his nose while he ate her out. Her firm thighs would clamp around his cheeks, lock his face to her pussy, warm his ears while he heated her clit. The thought had his balls tightening with anticipation.

  Yeah. He’d break that iron control of hers, bend her to his will. She needed to let go, and so did he. He’d make her come and come and come, until he shattered the defenses she seemed so intent on keeping in place even here and now.

  “Well?” she asked once she stood naked before him.

  Oh, shit. He’d been there staring at her cunt like a love-starved teenager, and he was pretty sure she knew. He shot her a grin. “My turn?” he asked, raking her naked body once more before methodically stripping off his own clothes.

  Sandra gasped when he dropped his pants and boxers.

  “Well, hell. If I’d known all I needed to do was strip naked to get your attention, I’d have done it a long time ago,” he said, laughing.

  As recently as yesterday Rocky’s knowing grin would have annoyed the hell out of her. Tonight, though…damn. He had muscles on his muscles and… Sandra swallowed convulsively when she saw it: a shiny, hefty looking silver ring through the head of the biggest, thickest cock she’d ever seen. It stood, a rigid, rampantly aroused symbol of male power, its bulging purple head a stark contrast with his taut bronzed belly.

  She’d guessed wrong. He was circumcised after all. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting that delectable plum-like treat that crowned his long, thick shaft.

  She didn’t see a hair on his body except for broad slashes of black brows and lashes that set off his obsidian eyes. Just looking at him got her pussy sopping wet. When she imagined him wearing black leather and dangling a pair of glittering handcuffs ominously from his huge, callused hand, her breathing grew irregular and her knees started to buckle.

  “Sit.” His terse command left no room for argument, no doubt that he expected her to obey.

  Sandra had picked herself another dom. She’d wondered several times if Rocky
might be, but reminded herself he always seemed the quintessential nice guy and chided herself for wishful thinking. He was, though. No question about it, now that he’d shed the trappings of civilization.

  Speechless, all she could do for a moment was stare at his beautiful cock, his big balls bulging in their velvety looking sac. Her pussy clenched with anticipation, and her juices rained down the insides of her thighs. Her nipples tightened and her mouth watered.

  His eyes glittering, he took one step toward her. “I said ‘sit’,” he ground out, as though it tested his patience not to force her to obey.

  Oh god. He was going to take her, make her give up the control she fought so hard for…and she wanted him. Desperately. Couldn’t give in, though. But she had no choice. She sank onto the edge of the queen-size bed, not bothering to turn back the woven coverlet.

  “Lie back,” he ordered as he went to his knees and spread her legs wide apart.

  Part of her perversely wanted him to realize he’d unearthed a closet sub. “Yes, Master,” she whispered before she could call back the words.

  Resistance wasn’t an option. Not now when every cell in her body screamed for mastery. Sandra did as he said, felt the heat of his work-roughened fingers when he spread her legs and knelt between them. His hot, moist breath bathed her in sensation when he spread her outer lips and lowered his full, sensual lips to her clit.

  Her pussy gushed out more of her honey, as though begging him to taste it. Instead, he clamped his mouth over her sensitized clit and sucked it in, forcing her to open further to him and lock her ankles behind his massive neck. The musky smell of man and woman—of sex—permeated her brain, robbed her of reason.

  Half afraid of a rebuke, she clutched the top of his perfectly shaped head, so smooth compared with the sandpapery texture of his cheeks against her swollen labia. But he only flayed her harder with his tongue and sucked her deeper into his mouth until he’d apparently drunk his fill.

  Then he blew on her clit once more—and laughed.

  “How’s that for a first real kiss?” His deep-voiced words reverberated off her sensitized flesh, building the tension in her belly, her aching nipples.

  “F-fine. I like the way you kiss. Thank you.”

  He looked up at her, at the same time pinching the sensitive tissue of her clit sharply between his thumb and forefinger. “Thank you, what?”

  “Thank you, Master.” Vaguely she recalled her year-old vow to be no man’s sub again, but at the moment she wanted nothing more than to become Rocky’s sex toy.

  His gaze locked with hers, glittering with unmistakable lust as he used his long pink tongue to lick her creamy juices off his lips and chin. With surprisingly gentle fingers he probed her slit, slipping one briefly into her cunt before circling her anus.

  “I’m going to fuck you here, too,” he told her.

  She couldn’t help trembling at the thought of his huge ringed cock splitting her ass. “You’re too big.”

  He slipped one finger into her rear passage, just far enough to rest against her tight anal sphincter. “Relax. You’ll love it,” he said as he stretched his muscular body over hers and took her mouth.

  He tasted of her love juices, salty and slick. The distinctive smell of him reminded her he’d just had his clean-shaven head between her legs until she’d wound up in this state of ferocious wanting. God, but she needed to come and come and come, the way she hadn’t since the last time with her old Master.

  The way she could only come when her lover made her helpless in fact as well as powerless to resist his command.

  Their tongues tangled, probing the caverns of each other’s mouths. His deep kiss stole her breath, and her nipples throbbed from the contact with the satiny skin stretched across his hard-muscled, hairless chest.

  Now. She needed him. Needed him to make her take him. Wanted him to swallow up her will, make her helpless against his demands.

  “The–the drawer,” she blurted when he came up for air. “Over there.” Not moving, because he hadn’t said she could, she glanced toward the bedside table. Toward the toys she’d never been able to make herself throw out along with her old Master.

  Abruptly he rolled over and got up. He dragged her to her feet at the side of the bed, then forced her to her knees and caught her hair in one meaty fist. “Play with my toy while I take a look at yours.” With that, he fed her the round, swollen head of his huge cock. “Slide the ring around with your tongue. Yeah, baby. I like it like that. Go on. Dig your pretty fingers into my ass. Careful. Go easy or you’ll make me come.”

  Sandra heard the drawer open, felt the rock-hard muscles of his buttocks tighten beneath her fingers. His cock swelled against her lips when she followed his order and worked her tongue under the silver ring that disappeared inside the dimpled indentation of his slit and re-emerged behind the underside of the corona. Each time her tongue nudged the smoothly polished metal, its captive bead moved upward until it nestled in his slit, its progress stopped by distended flesh with its oozing lubrication.

  What would he choose? The cuffs? The tie-downs that could stake her out to the four posts of her bed for his ravishment? One of the dildos her old Master had teased her with?

  More slick fluid oozed around the bead onto her tongue, and she lapped it eagerly while she gently squeezed his balls. She wanted to make him come, swallow his essence. To serve his pleasure and enhance her own.

  She sensed he was about to come when he pulled her off his cock and to her feet. “Lie face-down on the bed and spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice a gravelly whisper.

  His touch was almost gentle when he stuffed a round bolster pillow under her hips. When he wrapped velcro cuffs around each ankle, securing their nylon leads to opposite bed posts, he took his time, kissing and nipping and licking his way back to her pussy. If he didn’t stop, he’d drive her wild.

  But he obviously wanted her wild, because he hooked rubber padded clamps to her labia and secured them to long velcro bands around her thighs. She lay helpless, wide open to serve his pleasure.

  “Now give me your hands.” He knelt between her splayed legs and rubbed his big cock against her sopping slit.

  Confused, she did as he ordered, and he grasped both of her wrists.

  “Say you want me to be your Master. Tell me you want me to fuck you like this.”

  “Yesss. Please fuck me, Master.” Her pussy clenched with anticipation when he cuffed first one hand and then the other, secured them to the bedposts and stretched out on top of her. She lay beneath him, spread-eagled, helpless…his willing submissive. At each point of contact with his powerful body, her hot skin tingled.

  She thrilled at every hot, moist breath as he made his way down her cheek, her neck. The sensitive skin of her back prickled as he licked and nibbled his way to her butt cheeks, those huge, callused hands following the path he’d just taken with his teeth and tongue.

  Exquisitely gentle yet unmistakably in control, he made her burn with each touch of his hands, his mouth, his powerfully muscled satin-smooth body. Her breasts ached for his attention, but they were out of his reach as he sat on his haunches between her outstretched legs, his pulsating cock resting against the crack of her butt while his velvety sac nestled within her stretched, wet outer lips.

  “Please me and I’ll take you to my dungeon,” he said, his voice a throaty growl. “Relax.”

  When he sat back, the sudden burst of cool air brought up goose bumps on her wet, swollen pussy. Then she felt it. Something cold and wet and rigid made its way along her slit. His warm, rough fingers that had been massaging the flesh around her asshole slid away, making room for the invading object.

  “Pretend I’ve got two cocks, baby. This one’s about to fuck you in the ass. Loosen up and let me in.”

  Her anal sphincter clenched, then gave way to the unrelenting pressure of a large, sculpted metal plug that had been a farewell present from her former Master. It stretched her almost unbearably, this cold invader s
he’d never wanted to use to find her own release.

  “Easy. You know you want it. Your cunt’s hot and wet and swollen. After I fuck you I’m gonna lick up every drop of that sweet honey.”

  Slowly, inexorably, Rocky worked the butt plug deeper. The throbbing of his big ringed cock against her thigh set off another gush of moisture. The hot, slick juices that dripped onto her clit and drove her so wild she nearly forgot the icy pain from the foreign object invading her ass.

  Then the plug began to warm within her body. Gradually pain gave way to pleasure as he worked it further into her rear passage until finally she felt its flared edge flush against her body while Rocky’s own rock-hard cock throbbed at the entrance to her drenched pussy.

  “Oh, yesss. Fuck me now. Please, Master.”

  “Say you want my cock in your cunt.” He slid its head along her dripping slit, pausing to massage her clit with the warm, slickly wet silver ring embedded in its tip. “Say it.”

  “Yes, Master. I want your cock in my cunt. Please.” She tried to lift her hips, suck him inside her pussy, but the restraints had rendered her helpless, deliciously without the power to control him or even her own emotions.

  “I’ll give it to you, baby. First I’ve got to protect us,” he said, pausing a few seconds to don a condom before positioning himself and entering her in one smooth, sure motion.

  His movement was maddeningly slow, stretching her inch by delicious inch, moving in and out and hitting her G-spot with each inward stroke. With each silky thrust he pressed deeper, until finally his cock pressed against the opening of her womb and his heavy satin-smooth balls rocked against the sensitized flesh of her clit with his every thrust.

  His heated skin scorched her back when he lay over her, his hands sliding beneath her to capture her aching breasts. Finally. He rolled both nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers, gently at first, then harder. Sensations began to converge and mingle, an incredible mix of pleasure and pain—an almost unbearable assault. The fullness that had begun in her ass and pussy migrated to her breasts and belly and every cell in her needy body. Without her conscious direction, her cunt began to convulse around his cock.