Lawyers in Love 03 Mastered

by Ann Jacobs

  “I–I don’t want anyone else to know. Master.” As though she feared him, she hunkered down behind her desk.

  Damn it, he wanted to flaunt her to one and all. But her sanctimonious boss probably would choke and sputter if he ever found out one of his lawyers was into the BDSM scene. Before he could stay his hand, he turned off the vibrator, a clear sign of silent rebuke.

  When she met his gaze, he sensed her fear. “No one can know I’m Your slave. To the world we must look like friends–or lovers.”

  He felt he had to balk at least a little, lest she realize he’d have done his damnedest to curb his own dominant tendencies if she hadn’t revealed she was a sub. “And if this doesn’t please me?” he asked sharply.

  “You could disguise me if You want to take me to the dungeons, Master,” she said, casting her dark eyes toward the floor. “My old master did.”

  Suddenly Rocky recalled a slender sub who’d come onto the scene a few years back. She’d belonged to a real sadist he’d often wanted to punch out because of the way he’d treated the woman known only as S. Hell, once he’d been invited to sit on her masked face and let her suck him off while her Master had fucked her in the ass and another dom had fucked her cunt. The asshole had beaten her unmercifully when she’d failed to get everybody off at once.

  “We don’t have to do the dungeon scene, little one,” Rocky said, almost certain she’d been the nameless, faceless slave he’d once helped humiliate at her former master’s invitation. “Come with me. I’ll take care of you. We’ll skip drinks at Bennie’s and go straight to my boat. I’ve never collared a slave before. I can do it as well in private as in public.” He set the vibrator to humming again inside her, getting hard when he imagined her cunt dripping, weeping for the satisfaction he wanted her to trust he’d provide.

  “Yesss,” she hissed, spreading her legs as though inviting him to take her here, where one of her coworkers might walk in at any moment.

  “I know you’re hot, baby, but here’s not the time or place.” He drew her to her feet, ground his painfully restrained cock against her pussy while he slid one hand inside her jacket and tweaked one of the jutting nubs that he’d been able to see even through the concealing red material. “Let’s go.”

  “Yes, Master.” She leaned back against his other hand that caressed her exposed nape, reminding him that since she wanted privacy, he’d be the one to prepare her to wear the ornate collar he’d designed and bought years ago when, as a naive kid, he’d expected his wife would take to his adopted lifestyle as enthusiastically as he had. The collar he’d never bestowed on any woman during the twenty years it had been in his possession.

  The collar Sandra would wear for his eyes only. For his pleasure. She’d wear his ring where no one but him would ever see it. If he got real lucky she’d agree to acknowledge the depth of their relationship–just not their lifestyle. Then he could put a ring on her finger. Meanwhile he’d take all she offered.

  * * * * *

  In moments they were driving south on I-75 in Rocky’s sturdy SUV toward an unknown destination, and Rocky was stroking Sandra’s newly shaved pussy with his right hand while grasping the steering wheel expertly with the other.

  “Did you have any trouble getting the diaphragm?” he asked, dipping two fingers into her cunt and getting a testosterone rush when her inner walls convulsed around his fingers and a fresh wave of slick, hot lubrication flooded his hand.

  She squirmed a little, as though to intensify the “No, Master. I already had one.”

  “No Pill, right?”

  “Not for years. And not now. I’m too old for them to be safe.”

  “Okay. We’ll be careful. And if we have an unexpected dividend, we’ll take care of it together. Understood?” Rocky wasn’t keen on having a kid horn in on his fun with Sandra, at least right away, but he wanted her to know if they got pregnant, he wanted in on the decision as to what they’d do.

  “Yes, Master. Oh, yesss,” she hissed, arching her hips so her pussy came in even closer contact with his hand.

  “Feel good?” he asked as he circled her swollen clit, already slick with the juices that perfumed the inside of the car and made his cock rear up against the constricting jock.

  “Feels incredible. Makes me so hot, I can barely wait for your big, hard cock. Why do you shave off all your hair?” she asked, changing the subject. Her soft fingers drifted over the back of his head , driving him wild. “Not that I don’t like it…”

  He chuckled. “My hair was already thinning twenty years ago when I decided the skinhead look fit my undercover persona. Now all I have to shave to keep it smooth is an ever-shrinking horseshoe above and behind my ears. Sort of like a monk’s tonsure. Besides, I love the feel of a woman’s hands and mouth and wet, sweet cunt on my bare scalp. It’s an incredible turn-on.

  “As for my body, I like it smooth. It’s a lot more sensitive than when it’s covered with hair. How about you? Do my fingers get you hornier now, when they don’t get tangled in your pubic curls?” He cupped her silky mound, desperate to bury his aching cock inside her cunt one last time before the placement of his ring would put that sweet hole off-limits for a time.

  * * * * *

  Suddenly He pulled off the Interstate, found a side road, and stopped under the shade of tall pine trees and scrub palmettos. In one hurried motion He slid out from under the wheel, fumbling with His zipper as He lifted her over his lap and removed the vibrator from her tingling, eager cunt.

  “Unsnap my codpiece,” He rasped against the sensitive skin just below her earlobe while He unbuttoned her jacket and bared her jutting nipples.

  It took both of her hands to loosen the snaps that fastened the heavy leather over His bulging sex, and when His cock sprang free it sought her pussy the way a divining rod might seek water. Eager for Him to fuck her, she spread her outer lips in welcome. Already sopping wet, her cunt gushed more lubricating fluid at the first contact with His rigid, ringed cockhead.

  He sank into her wet heat as though He couldn’t wait, tugging her off Him by her exposed nipples then slamming her down on His swollen shaft again and again. Delicious sensations coursed through her from her nipples and her cunt, where He nudged her G-spot with His metal PA ring each time He stuffed her with His monster cock. Her ass rested against His satiny balls, the contact setting off waves of sensation there as well.

  “May–may I please come?” she asked as waves of pleasure coursed through her and threatened to explode.

  “Am I your Master?” He asked, His breath hot against the sensitive flesh of her exposed neck.

  “God yes. Master. Oh, please. Fuck me harder. Bite me. Make me come.” With both hands she cradled the back of His head, willing Him to devour her, claim her as His own.

  As though at her bidding, He sank His teeth into her tender flesh, sucking it in. Sharp pain there, and in nipples He now pinched cruelly between His thumbs and forefingers. Incredible sensations deep inside her cunt where His hot spurting semen bathed flesh made tender by the unrelenting battering of His huge cock head with its silver PA ring.

  Delicious pain. Incredible pleasure. Sandra cherished His gift—His hot seed spewing into her, intensifying the waves of sexual fulfillment that radiated from Him to her spasming pussy and throughout her entire being.

  She collapsed against Him, her head bowed, and breathed in the delicious smell of His cologne and sex and the supple leather of the car seat before remembering her place.

  “Thank you, Master,” she murmured a moment later when, on her knees on the plush carpeted floor of the SUV, she licked away the evidence of His climax and hers. Starting with His satiny sac, she sucked first one big ball and then the other into her mouth, licking and loving them. Then she lapped every inch of His thick shaft, around His prominent corona and over His satiny cock head to the slit with its heavy ring. A delicious dribble of the cream that had flooded her cunt now dribbled down her thighs.

  The heavy pressure of His fingers as
they burrowed into her tightly-restrained hair sent new waves of desire to tissue still tingling from the massive orgasm He’d just granted her.

  Chapter Four

  Moonlight filtered through the tinted windows of the SUV, the golden sphere muted to a bronze glow that reflected off the hard ridges of Rocky’s naked belly. Then all went dark when He lifted her face away from His cock and lowered a velvety-textured hood over her eyes and face. With slow, sure motions He laced it snugly about her head, enveloping her in soft, black darkness.

  Sandra hated the dark, yet with Him she felt safe…protected. The even cadence of His breathing, the powerful purr of the engine, the stimulating sensation of the gently vibrating leather seat against her bare, swollen clit—even the pervasive, arousing smells of the sex they’d just shared seemed more intense for her now, deprived as she was of the distraction of sight.

  “There are two things I require of my slave,” He said softly as he pulled the car to a stop a few minutes later. “The first is that you wear my ring. Since you wish to keep our relationship private, I will place it where only you and I will ever see it. The friend who will help me place it will never see your face, which is why you wear the hood. I’ll explain my second requirement later.”

  His fingers laced through hers, He led her through the darkness. A cool breeze blew, its smell slightly salty and fishy. Moist, too. They must be near the Gulf. Sandra’s swollen pussy lips and exposed nipples popped up goose bumps, she was certain, with the sudden exposure to sea air. Boards creaked below her feet and when a spike heel caught between them she’d have fallen but for Master’s quick move to steady her against His hard body before setting her down on a surface that rocked gently in the breeze.

  “Easy, there. And welcome to Neptune’s Dungeon,” He said, His tone one of pride and amusement. “She’s a forty-foot cabin cruiser. I’m sure you’ll appreciate the modifications I’ve made to accommodate my lifestyle…ours now, my beloved slave.”

  As though she were a bride, He scooped her into His arms, carried her down some stairs, and set her onto a flat, padded surface. “My friend is already here. Be still while I get you ready.”

  His touch exquisitely gentle, He rid her of her suit jacket and skirt, then bent and tongued the nipples and areolas left bare by the cutouts of her bra. The nubs hardened, aching already at the prospect of having one of them pierced to display His ring. “Which one will you have pierced, Master?” she asked idly, reaching up blindly and stroking His satiny scalp.

  His bald head reminded her He was silky smooth all over…an incredibly sexy cloak of satiny hairless skin stretched over massive muscle and sinew. Soft and hard. Cruel yet kind. A Dom she could trust, must trust if she were to grant Him complete control over her sexual being.

  And He’d already breached her defenses, broken down her self-will. Her cunt, still wet and tingling from His fucking, gushed more love juices when He laid His big hand on her newly-shorn mound. “You will wear my ring in your clit,” He said, His deep voice quiet, almost worshipful as His hot breath traced a tingling path from her nipples to that swollen flesh before He caught it between His teeth and flailed it with His tongue.

  Incredibly stimulated at the thought of Him putting the proof of His ownership there, in her tingling, swollen clit, she spread her legs wider. Her eyes closed against the blackness within the hood, she pictured His shaven head between her legs, tanned and glowing against her pale, hairless mound. His tongue tugging on the jewel—His jewel that He’d soon have inserted there to stake His claim—much like she longed to rotate the heavy ring through the head of His big, hard cock.

  Gloved hands tightened what felt like a wide restraining belt across her middle, then fastened her arms into cuffs and hooked them to the sides of the belt. “She is ready now, if you’ll just take your face out of her cunt and fasten her legs into the stirrups,” said the owner of those hands. The piercer, Sandra guessed when her Master quickly stepped away and strapped her legs into what felt like the cold metal stirrups in her gynecologist’s office.

  The icy feel of antiseptic, the bite of a clamp, and one sharp pain when a needle pierced through her swollen flesh gave way to an intense sexual pleasure-pain that rocked her entire body with wave after exquisite climactic wave. A sharp tug on what she imagined was her new clit ring triggered another intense little orgasm.

  “It’s beautiful. You won’t believe how hard my cock is, just from looking at your plump pink clit with my ring dangling from it. I can hardly wait to taste it. Taste you.” She loved the feel of His hands cupping her breasts, His breath bathing the insides of her thighs in moist heat.

  “Thank you, Master,” she whispered into the velvet hood. “Now I am Yours.”

  Rocky skimmed his hands over Sandra’s helpless body, his gaze on her swollen clit and its little gold ring with a jeweled captive bead. Reluctantly, for his tongue and fingers itched to play with her new toy, he positioned the sterile vinyl shield the piercer handed him and smoothed its adhesive edges down to protect her newly pierced flesh from bacteria that might lurk on his hands and mouth. Momentarily he regretted that for the next few weeks he’d have to protect her this way whenever they made love—and that for a few days he’d have to deny his cock the pleasure of her cunt while the piercing began to heal.

  Turning to the piercer, an old friend who’d done his PA years ago, he thanked him for his expertise and sent him on his way. Strange, he thought, that he didn’t want to share his Sandy. He’d participated in countless threesomes in the years since discovering his taste for the BDSM lifestyle, without once begrudging a fellow dom the courtesy of sharing his sub.

  Rocky shrugged off the unfamiliar need to keep his woman to himself. Love…it brought on new emotions, he guessed. There’d be time to analyze it later if analysis was called for.

  For now he had Sandra alone. A perfect sub, pinned to a table, her legs raised and spread for his pleasure. A slave who obviously loved every act he’d yet performed on her willing body. A sub. No, not a sub or a slave but a partner he’d pleasure in every way at his disposal. A partner he’d take care of, protect. One he’d cut his own throat before he’d hurt.

  Rocky visualized the love-swing hung in the center of the rear salon, the mirrored floor, walls, and ceiling of the room that would reflect the acts taking place there from every angle. He pictured Sandy’s pretty ass, positioned at just the right level for his cock to penetrate. Her breasts hanging free, the sensitive nipples blossoming, swelling between his fingers while he cradled the generous globes in his hands. Moving from the table, he quickly freed her bonds, loosened and removed the velvet hood—and dug his fingers into her tightly bound hair, dislodging pins and sending the jet-black mass tumbling in wild disarray around her gorgeous, wanton face.

  Rocky couldn’t resist taking her mouth, fucking it with his tongue the way he intended to fuck her tight little ass with his cock. Then he scooped her up, strode into the rear salon, and positioned her willing body face down, fastening the straps to secure her hips and thighs in the slings on either side of the center swing, her hands in cuffs attached to the thigh slings, and…

  The collar. He’d forgotten in his haste to put her in the silk-lined leather symbol of her servitude. A symbol Sandy obviously expected. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have mentioned earlier that she’d only wear it when they were alone.

  After removing her hood, he hurried back to the table where she’d just been pierced, retrieved the collar from its hiding place and squatted beside her head that now rested on the soft leather of the swing’s downward slope. “Kiss it,” he ordered, holding up the wide, thick collar with delicate silver embossing and a heavy, filigree patterned silver D-ring where occasionally he’d attach the matching leash.

  She did as he commanded and kissed it, though her eyes widened as if she feared taking this final step into submission.

  Soon enough he’d dispel her misgivings, he thought as he positioned the collar and started to close the three snaps
. “Your hair’s in the way,” he told her, grasping a handful and lifting it free. “There. I promise to give you pleasure, never pain. To fulfill your every sexual fantasy. Now relax.”

  Using loops on the swing, Rocky hooked them through the collar’s D-ring, completing her bondage.

  * * * * *

  Helpless to her Master’s desire, Sandra experienced the extent of her subservient state, the pictures reflected back at her from various angles when she gazed at the mirrors beneath and behind her. Her pussy spasmed as she savored the sense of being possessed, anticipated what He would do next to enhance her pain and her pleasure.

  Bound body, neck, and limbs to butter-soft black leather, with her bare breasts hanging free between her legs, all her most sensitive flesh would lie within His easy reach when He stood behind her upthrust ass. She imagined the cool silver of His PA ring nestling between the dimples on either side of her ass cheeks, a stark contrast to the heat of His cock. It would lie heavily, pulsating with life within her spread-out butt crack. His balls would bounce against her slit, sending new waves of sensation throughout her body from her swollen clit.

  When the inner walls of her cunt contracted involuntarily, the movement made nerves vibrate against the part of the ring inside her clit. Sensation spread to her cunt, her ass, even to nipples whose needy tingling made her want to beg Him to touch them, suck them, flog them—subject them to the delicious torture of clamps and whips and floggers she had no doubt He possessed in this exquisitely furnished floating dungeon.

  He’d adjusted the height of the swing so her raised, exposed pussy with its brand-new clit ring would hang more or less at the level of His cock when He stood behind her. Now He’d retreated across the mirrored room, still close by but too far away for her to touch even if her hands had been free. His dark eyes glowed with sexual promise when He met her needy gaze.

  A calm sea lapped noisily against the sides of the boat while she fantasized about lapping Him up. His features were regular, classically handsome yet somehow made rugged by the total lack of hair on His well-shaped head and the hard set of those full, sensual lips. God, how she wanted to feel His lips on her breasts, her sopping cunt. She yearned to feel Him use His mouth to stimulate the throbbing bundle of nerves He’d just had pierced as evidence of His possession.