by Opal Carew
“Oh, God.” She sucked in air. “Oh, thank you, Master.”
When she finally caught her breath, he helped her sit up, then he kissed her.
“You're welcome, pet. Now there's something I'd like you to do for me.”
“Anything, Master.”
He unzipped his pants and drew out his enormous cock. It was so hard it stood straight up, the veins on the side pulsing.
“Kneel in front of me and take me in your mouth.”
She knelt down, her gaze locked on his steel column. She wrapped both hands around him and brought him to her lips, then opened wide. His cockhead slipped into her mouth and she squeezed around it.
“Fuck, yeah, pet. That's right.” He stroked her hair back from her face. “Now take me deep.”
She glided forward, letting his cock fill her throat. She held back the gag, squeezing him inside her. Then she drew back, her lips caressing his shaft.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.”
His fingers glided through her hair, then he pulled her tight to him again. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth. He guided her forward and back, driving deep into her throat. His breathing accelerated and his fingers tightened around her head as he kept her moving in quick, deliberate strokes.
Then she felt it. His body tensed. His cock swelled.
Then he erupted inside her mouth with a groan.
She still glided up and down on him even through his hands had gone lax. The salty semen filled her mouth and she swallowed, then sucked. Swallowed again.
Finally, he was finished and she slid off his cock.
“Now I want you to stay here between my legs. I want you to get my cock hard again, then just keep it that way.”
He turned back to watch his show. She stroked his cock in steady strokes, knowing it would take a while to get him up again after that dramatic release, but he grasped her hand and slowed it down.
“There's no rush. We have all evening.”
She smiled and nodded, then rested her head on his thigh and stroked him slowly and purposefully. After a while, she took the tip in her mouth and suckled a little, pulsing and squeezing gently, then went back to stroking him. Slowly, his cock responded, growing harder over time.
Once it was hard, she expected he would pull her to him and drive inside, but he seemed to be content watching his show. She relaxed in the cradle of his legs, his hand occasionally stroking her hair while she stroked him, watching the big column of flesh glide between her fingers.
After a while, she leaned down and gently drew his balls from the pants and took one in her mouth. He murmured his approval, cupping her head in his hand, but still paying attention to the TV. Every now and again he would stroke her breast and tweak her nipple.
Being with him like this, cozy and affectionate, made her feel wanted and loved, while staying focused on his big, swollen cock, filled her with hunger. She wanted to feel the thick member inside her. Plunging deep and hard.
“Master, please will you fuck me now?” she asked, gazing at him pleadingly, desperately wanting him.
His gaze shifted to hers and locked on. Silence hung between them. Would he grant her request?
“Lay over my knee right now,” he instructed.
She drew in a deep breath and pushed herself to her feet, then lay across his lap for her punishment. His hand slapped across her ass sharply… then again. The flesh stung with the blows. Then he slapped two more times.
But afterward, he stroked and the contrast sent quivers through her.
“It's unfortunate. Because of your forwardness, I must deny your request.” He shook his head. “Too bad. I was looking forward to it. But discipline comes first.”
“Is there anything I can do to change your mind, Master?” she asked, wondering if her question would garner more punishment. Another slap across her bare bottom with his big, strong hand.
“No. But I want to watch you come, so sit in the chair across from me.” He stood up while she walked to the armchair. He disappeared down the hall and returned a moment later with a penis-shaped vibrator in his hand.
“Use this and make yourself come.”
She stared at his big cock hungrily and licked her lips while she took the vibrator from his hand. He sat down on the couch again and watched her, wrapping his hand around his shaft. She watched, mesmerized, while he stroked. She ran her fingers over her nipples. He'd cast aside the clamps earlier, now she squeezed the hard buds with her fingertips.
He stroked faster.
She ran her hand down her stomach, then glided her fingers into her damp folds. She found her opening and pushed her fingers inside.
“I like watching you touch yourself,” he said.
She knew he did. That's why she wanted to give him a show. She squeezed her nipple as she pushed her fingers in and out of her slit. Then she glided to her clit and teased it with the tip of her finger. Sparks flared inside her at the intensity of the sensations blazing from the little bud.
His heated eyes watched her hands intently.
She arched her hips and moaned at the delightful sensations fluttering through her body.
“Shove that cock into you,” Mr. Grant said, his voice filled with need.
She picked up the vibrator and turned it on a light pulse, then pressed it to her opening. She teased a little bit first, gliding over her clit… watching his eyes darken even more… then she pushed the tip inside her.
He groaned.
She drew the device back, then pushed it a little deeper. She watched his cock glide through his fingers and imagined the fake cock in her hand was his. She pushed it deeper still, then groaned as she pushed it all the way inside.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Yes, Master.”
“I want to see you drive it inside. Pretend I'm fucking you.”
She flicked the vibration up a notch and drew it out slowly, then plunged it deep again. His hand moved up and down his cock faster.
The long cock inside her, vibrating, sent her hormones fluttering. She started thrusting it in and out, imagining it was Mr. Grant fucking her. Her gaze locked with his. Her internal muscles tightened as the cock drove in and out, the vibrations adding to her rising pleasure.
“I'm fucking you deep and hard, baby. My big cock driving into you.”
“Oh, yes.” Pleasure spiraled through her.
“I'm so close. I want to see you come. Do it for me.”
She drove faster, squeezing, then… The burn started deep inside her and swelled… filling her… singeing her cells… blazing through every fiber of her being.
She moaned as the orgasm blasted through her, echoing on his groans of pleasure. She rode the wave, continuing to drive the cock into herself again and again.
His groans stopped and she knew he was done, but she knew he was still watching her. The pleasure crested, then gently faded as she slowed the thrusts. Finally, she slumped back on the chair and sucked in air, trying to catch her breath.
When she finally sat up, Mr. Grant smiled at her.
“That was delightful, pet. Now time for bed.” He offered his hand and she let him help her up. He guided her down the hall, then stopped in front of her room.
“Good night. I'll see you in the morning,” he said.
She stared at him in dismay.
“I can't sleep with you?”
“You already know the answer to that. I’ve been clear about that from the very beginning.”
But that was an eternity ago. With all that had happened, she was sure he would want her in his bed, and in his arms.
It seemed she was mistaken. Nothing had changed since he'd sold her to Mr. King.
The next morning, Mr. Grant woke Sylvia at seven, telling her she'd be going into the office with him. She hadn't slept well, tortured by the fear that she would forever be banished to her own room, when she longed to sleep in Mr. Grant's arms. Longed to be loved and cherished by him.
But s
he feared all she could hope for was to be his treasured pet. Little more than a sex toy.
She dressed in the demi-bra, panty and garter belt set he laid out for her. The garments were black lace with red ribbon trim. The bra bared her nipples and the panties were crotchless, leaving no doubt about the reason he was taking her to the office. She donned the snug, black leather dress with the zipper down the entire front and the high red and black leather stilettos. The dress was so short, it barely covered the tops of the black stockings.
His eyes gleamed as she met him at the front door. Thankfully, he held up a coat for her to wear over the dress. She would have felt self-conscious walking in public in the sexy, short dress.
They arrived at the office twenty minutes later. It was a modest building tucked away in an industrial park. He led her in the main door, then opened the door to the office space he shared with his partners.
They might all be equal partners, but clearly Mr. Grant was the one in charge.
She walked into the familiar office space, glancing around at the office doors off the central area, which had a big conference table for meetings.
“Sylvia!” Mr. Bairn rushed through his office door toward her. “So nice to see you again.”
The other three partners followed on his heels. She used to think of these four men as simply Mike, Granger, Neil and Slade, but now that she’d been mastered, that seemed disrespectful. So now she thought of them as Mr. Bairn, Mr. Smith, and Mr. Craig. But still Slade. Her relationship with him was different.
She greeted each of the handsome partners with a smile. The whole time, she was aware of Slade's penetrating charcoal gaze on her. When she turned to him, he smiled warmly.
“It's good to see you again, Sylvia.”
“Thank you,” she said, aware of Mr. Grant by her side.
“I knew you'd all like to see Sylvia again, so I thought I'd bring her in to help out for the day.”
They all grinned, knowing exactly what kind of help he meant.
“Take off your coat, Sylvia.” Mr. Grant instructed.
She unbuttoned the coat and let him slip it from her arms. Every one of the partners' gazes locked on her snug dress.
Mr. Grant turned to her and inspected her dress.
“I don't think you have the zipper done up quite right,” he said. He tugged the top tab down, revealing an eyeful of cleavage. Then he tugged up the bottom tag and drew the zipper to a few inches below her navel, leaving a seductive slit.
“That's better. Now I have to check my email for a few minutes. Why don't you all have coffee and reacquaint yourselves with Sylvia?”
As she watched Mr. Grant's retreating back, the others walked to the coffee room. Except for Slade, who led her to the conference table and gestured for her to sit down.
“I'm glad you're back with Mr. Grant,” Slade said as he sat beside her. “Are you happy?”
She bit her lip and his face filled with concern. The others were returning, so Slade leaned in and murmured. “My offer is still on the table.”
When she was with Mr. King, Slade had known how unhappy she was and had offered to take care of her if she ever wanted to stop being a sub. She knew he would try to give her what she wanted—what she needed—but he wasn't a natural Dom like Mr. King and Mr. Grant. He was sweet and caring, though. And sexy beyond belief. He would undoubtedly give her the love and closeness she so craved.
She gave him a small nod of thanks as Mr. Bairn set a coffee mug in front of her.
“Thank you,” she said, then took a sip.
The men chatted with her. Friendly and welcoming. These four men had been the ones to bring her fantasy to life. Arranged by her friend Becca. That seemed a lifetime ago… when submitting to four business partners had been a fantasy. But once she'd met Mr. Grant… right here in this office… it had changed from being a fantasy to becoming all too real. He was her Master and she would do anything for him. She couldn't imagine not having him commanding her. And caring for her.
But she needed more.
Mr. Grant returned, smiling. “Why don't we all go into the conference room? I'm sure you'd all like to move this reunion on to something more… entertaining.”
She stood up and followed him down the hall, aware of her garters and stocking tops exposed by the slit down the front of her dress as she walked. He led them into the spacious conference room. It had a huge glossy table and leather chairs, as well as a more comfortable sitting room at the end, with leather couches and armchairs. As the men sat down he drew her to the end of the table with him, then stood behind her, his hands on her hips.
His hand glided over the front of her dress, then he grasped the zipper tag and pulled it all the way down, meeting the other tag in the middle then continuing down to the hem. The dress fell open.
He pulled it wide, then guided it from her shoulders.
The partners watched, their eyes heating when they saw her exposed nipples.
He turned and sat on the table and drew her in front of him, turning her to face away from him, then pulled her to sit in front of him, between his legs. He widened his thighs, tugged her snug to him, then pressed her legs wide. She sat perched on the end of the table, totally exposed. The other men stood up and gathered in front of her.
Mr. Grant's hands wrapped around her waist, holding her in place.
“She is delightful, isn't she?”
She blushed at Mr. Grant's praise.
“Why don't one of you come and stroke her pretty little pussy? I know she's dying to be touched. Right, Sylvia?”
“Yes, Mr. Grant.”
Mr. Bairn stepped forward and his fingers glided along her thigh, then over the lacy crotch to the split along the center. He pushed into the opening in the fabric and found her fleshy folds. His fingers glided along her slit, feeling the dampness there.
“Oh, yeah. So wet.” He smiled and she gazed at him with longing. When he saw that, he leaned forward and took her hard nipple into his mouth and sucked. She arched against him.
Mr. Craig stepped forward and took her other nipple in his mouth. With the two of them sucking on her… and Mr. Bairn’s fingers still gliding along her slit… she moaned.
“Don't forget to share, gentlemen,” Mr. Grant said.
Mr. Bairn and Mr. Craig stepped back and Mr. Smith approached her. He crouched down and pulled the crotch of her panties open and stared at her slickness for a moment, his searing gaze sending heat thrumming through her. Then he leaned forward and licked her. She moaned softly.
He moved away and Slade stepped forward.
“You're beautiful, baby.” He cupped both her breasts and squeezed them in his hands, stroking the nipples with his thumbs. Then he unzipped his pants and drew out his big cock. He drew her head forward, then pressed his erection to her lips.
She opened and took him inside. His cockhead, almost as big as Mr. Grant's, filled her mouth. She squeezed around him as he pushed deeper into her. Soon the other three men were gathered around him, pulling out their cocks. All hard with desire for her.
Slade drew away and stepped back while the other three positioned themselves in front of her. She grasped the middle one—Mr. Bairn’s—and took it in her mouth, then grasped the other two in her hands. Mr. Bairn glided forward and back… slowly… as she stroked the others. She pulled her mouth free and shifted to the cock on her right. Taking it deep several times. Then she switched to the cock on the left.
She moved between them, sucking and licking until all three men were panting with need. She wrapped her hand around Mr. Bairn, who seemed the closest to the edge, and dove down on him, sucking and squeezing while she stroked his balls. Within moments, he blasted into her mouth, filling her with hot semen.
Once she'd sucked and licked him dry, she moved to Mr. Craig. He groaned as she pumped him in her hand while gliding up and down on his tip. Then she dove deep, taking him all the way in. He tensed, his cock bulging in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, her lips tight around him.
He groaned, spewing his hot, salty seed inside her.
When he was finished, she drew away, giving his cockhead a kiss once she drew it out, then turned to Mr. Smith He smiled as he stepped in front of her and she licked his tip. Then she took him deep. He pulsed in her mouth, so close she was surprised he'd held it back this long. Before she'd bobbed twice on him, he erupted, groaning.
She swallowed all he gave her, then sat back and licked her lips. She glanced at Slade. He walked toward her, but instead of presenting his cock to her, he took her hand and Mr. Grant released his hold on her as Slade drew her to her feet. He turned her to face Mr. Grant, then pressed his hand on her back to lean her forward.
She stroked over Mr. Grant's pants. His cock was hard with need. He unzipped and pulled out his raging erection. She wrapped her hand around it and pressed it to her lips as she felt Slade move in close behind her.
As she took Mr. Grant's cockhead into her mouth, she felt Slade's hot, hard tip press against her slick opening. Slade pushed into her as she took Mr. Grant deeper into her mouth. Mr. Grant stroked her hair, watching Slade behind her.
Slade's cock was so big and thick. Pushing deeper inside.
She moaned around Mr. Grant's cock at the delightful sensation of being stretched by Slade's shaft. She cupped Mr. Grant's balls, then caressed them gently.
Slade filled her all the way, his body now snug against hers. She gazed up at Mr. Grant, who was staring at Slade behind her, probably admiring the sight of Slade tight against her, knowing his cock was deep inside her.
“Do you like having Slade's huge cock inside you?” Mr. Grant asked.
She nodded and he groaned at the movement, his cock twitching in her mouth.
She started to move on Mr. Grant's cock, but he cupped her head and held it in place.
“No, just be still. I want to watch Slade fuck you and I want you to enjoy it. With no distractions.”
At that, Slade drew back, the ridge of his cockhead dragging along her sensitive passage, sending thrilling sensations quivering through her. Then he drove deep again.
She moaned around Mr. Grant's cock and he groaned a little, too.
Slade drew back and glided deep again. Oh, God, the feel of his rock-hard cock inside her was so delightful.
