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At the Dungeon Master's Hand

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by Jennifer Cole


  Natalie’s eyes were half closed as the stranger behind her finger-fucked her, making her body soar. What the hell had lead to her being strapped next to naked to a pillory for the sexual enjoyment of a hooded hulking stranger? Jesus. She moaned aloud, the ability to think straight gone from her grasp. Thick fingers moved inside her with exquisite expertise. Far from a virgin, in her limited experience, Natalie had never been a part of anything like this.

  She glimpsed into the mirror before her and met the piercing gaze of the hooded man, slicing into her soul. Dark eyes were riveted on the passionate expressions etched on her face, as his hands worked their magic urging her toward release. With her head resting against the strong right shoulder behind her, his long wet tongue licked across her bare shoulder up the length of her neck to circle the curve of her ear. A shiver of arousal from the heat of his wet caress and the sight of his fingers disappearing inside the slick folds of her pussy, coursed up the length of her spine. The tugging on her nipple increased...to the point of hurting.

  Her tormentor’s breath was as ragged as her own. The muscles in Natalie’s cunt gripped thrusting fingers as he increased his intimate stroking. His right hand wrapped around, cupping her left breast as he held her tight to his chest. “Come for me, Natalie,” he commanded hoarsely. “Come now.”

  “Oh fuck,” she groaned as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

  Her body no longer belonged to her, it was completely under his control. As she pulsed with release, she was nothing more than putty in his masterful hands. Her knees gave out from under her, forcing his fingers even deeper inside. The restraints binding her wrists held her up, but dug into her flesh. The arm wrapped around her waist lifted her back to standing, while his fingers continued driving her to another explosive climax. This time after her body shuddered, he pulled his slick fingers from her body, coated in her cream and brought them to his mouth for a taste. As he savored her essence on his tongue, a groan of satisfaction filled her ears.

  Somewhere off in the distance, Natalie heard the rattle of buckles and had little control over her arms as the bindings were tugged free. The tips of her fingers tingled as blood once again flowed to them. Through the fog clouding her brain, Natalie felt herself being lowered to the floor. Her breath was harsh, and her body trembled with aftershocks of two rocking orgasms. As she lay slumped he came around and stood before her.

  With effort, she glanced up at the enormous hooded man. Christ he was huge, towering over her vulnerable quivering body. A leather harness with straps crisscrossing over a broad, hairless chest adorned his masculine perfection. Dark chocolate nipples were tight peaks against tanned skin. Natalie’s mouth watered and she ached to taste his flesh.

  What the hell is happening to me? This is so wrong, she tried to tell herself.

  Black leather strips wrapped around well defined biceps. Her eyes wandered lower and the straps of the harness around his torso, connected to straps wrapping the tops of his powerful thighs, drawing her attention to the dangerous looking beast dangling between. His pubic hair was groomed close to his body, leaving just a dark dusting of color.

  Unabashed, he stood before her.

  The slit at the end of his semi-erect cock was moist with pre-cum as it grew harder under her watchful eye. Natalie couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was a monster and it just grew harder and longer.

  “Suck me,” he commanded.

  Her eyes grew wide as they met his heated gaze. “But...I...”

  His right hand raised and dropped like a flash and a crack split the air. Whoosh...*SNAP*

  “Oh!” Natalie gasped shielding herself, expecting to feel the bite of the leather whip.

  It didn’t come. She looked at him expectantly.

  “Wrap those beautiful lips around my cock and suck me.” His stern voice made her tremble at his feet. “If you don’t pleasure me well, I will punish you.”

  Natalie jumped at the tone of his voice, scrambling to her feet and squatted before him, her ankles still bound. What the hell have those two got me into? She thought as she looked up at the hooded man and tried to gather moisture into her dry mouth. Flicking her tongue out, she ran it over her lips to wet them. She wrapped her fingers around the solid nine inches of cock dancing in front of her face and stroked his length a couple of times. Her slender digits were nowhere near close to touching as they wrapped around him. Christ he was so thick.

  Leaning forward, Natalie parted her lips and flicked her tongue over the smooth head, dipping into the dripping slit at the end. Salty pre-cum teased her taste buds and she suddenly wanted more of him. The excitement arousing her startled her. Closing her lips around him, she drew his length to the back of her throat. As her tongue teased the underside of his cock, a groan from deep within his chest vibrated through her core. With intent, she stroked and sucked, his moans and groans grew harsh and more intense.

  Fingers tangled in her hair as he grabbed a fist full of her strawberry blond curls. “That’s good...real good. Just like that,” he groaned.

  With her left hand, Natalie reached up cupping his tight sac and palmed his testicles. Chancing a firmer squeeze on his tender package, the grip in her hair tightened, to the point of near pain, and her pussy flooded with liquid heat at the exciting, foreign sensation.

  Pain pleasurable? She thought.

  “Oh God, woman,” his raspy voice growled low, bucking his hips against her face.

  Natalie knew she succeeded in pleasing him. By his body’s movements and guttural sounds, she found herself growing more and more turned on as the satisfied gasps and groans escaped the hooded stranger’s lips. Despite the situation and the fact she had yet to learn his name, Natalie no longer found him threatening. He hadn’t hurt her. He had tormented her with sexual pleasure. And there was something else she felt – something familiar about the hooded stranger...she just couldn’t quite put her finger on it. From the fire licking within, her body began to burn. Oh how she desperately wanted to, needed to pleasure him well. Natalie wanted control over his body, just as he had over hers, and the thought of possessing that power, aroused her more.

  Sucking him harder, deeper, her hands continued to palm his heavy sac. She worked on his shaft with such ferocity she’d started to drool around the thick cock in her mouth. Glancing up to gage the expression on his face, well, what she could see, her breath caught. His eyes were dark with desire, glassy and focused on her mouth. The smile curling his full lips on one side, reached his eyes.

  “Fuck, look at you. You are sexier at this moment than I think I’ve ever seen you,” he said huskily. “The sight of your luscious lips wrapped around my cock...uh Christ,” he groaned.

  As Natalie wiped the spit hanging from her bottom lip, she was struck with a very naughty idea. Could she be so brazen? She’d never done anything like that before. She had heard some men enjoyed it, but would this masked man? Hell, what do I have to lose?

  Sliding her hand between his thighs, she squeezed the cheeks of his more than firm ass. Shit, the man was solid muscle, every-fucking-where! The thrusting of his hips pushing his cock deeper into her eager mouth gave Natalie the answer for her internal query. Slipping a wet finger between the globes, she sought out the puckered rosette hidden within. Firmly caressing the surrounding area and rim, made him groan. With gentle pressure, Natalie pressed against the tight outer muscles until they opened, and her finger slipped inside.

  Natalie heard his sharp intake of breath and felt a shudder course through him. Smiling around his cock, she continued to work her index finger inside. This being her first time fingering a man’s ass, she wasn’t entirely sure what to do. Continuing to feel her way around, Natalie finally found what she sought. Her fingertip grazed over the hard knot of what she suspected was his prostate.

  “Oh fuck,” was growled above as she stroked her fingertip over the sweet spot, making his cock jerk between her lips.

  Ah, she’d struck gold! She pressed harder on the little button her finger
had found.

  “Ah fuck, woman!” was groaned just seconds before hot salty liquid spilled from his slit, shooting down the back of her throat.

  Natalie sucked hungrily at the pulsing cock as her finger continued to stroke him inside, she swallowed and swallowed unsure if he’d ever empty. It didn’t matter, he tasted divine and she didn’t want to miss a single drop. She couldn’t get enough of his taste, his scent, the feel of him beneath her fingers.

  She slowed the wet strokes of her mouth and licked his slit clean before pulling back from him. As Natalie looked up releasing his balls and withdrawing her finger from his ass, she found him gripping either side of the pillory, white knuckled, his breath harsh, his body shaking gently. His eyes squeezed tightly shut.

  After taking several moments to catch his breath, his eyes opened and he looked down at her. “Good girl,” he said hoarsely through panted breath. Kneeling, he unfastened the shackles around her ankles, and she studied his covered face, trying to read his further intentions. His expression was back to blank. As the second clasp released, his eyes met hers.

  Natalie swallowed the lump which had lodged in her throat.

  “Stand up and follow me,” he ordered.

  Natalie struggled to get to her feet. As she stood, she then took in the surroundings of the room. She was in a dungeon, like she’d seen on one of those sex documentaries about fetishes. Oh hell, she remembered finally. She’d come to Le Club d’Esclavage with Dani and Megan, and now she was being used as a BDSM slave for some pervert.

  Floor to ceiling mirrors adorned all four walls, and various uncomfortable looking apparatuses decorated the open space. Whips and paddles hung on racks, and benches shelved lubes and dildos and vibrators in a variety of colors, shapes and sizes.

  The straps between her legs were annoying the hell out of her and treading dangerously close to disappearing between the cheeks of her ass. She reached to adjust the offending material.

  “Don’t touch,” he warned without turning.

  “But it’s going up my ass,” she argued sharply. “And listen, I’m tired of playing this game. Where’s the door, I’m getting the hell out of here.” Natalie padded barefoot across the room and stopped less than a foot before him. She raised her hand to poke a finger into his muscled chest and she opened her mouth to chew him out.

  Full lips crashed against hers, kissing her with a fierceness that took her breath away and weakened her knees. His hands grabbed hers, twisting them behind her back as he assaulted her mouth with an exploring tongue. Natalie grew dizzy with the euphoric sensations thrumming through her body. Her nipples grew hard, pebble-like, and her pussy flooded with her essence. Spinning her around with her arms raised above her head, he lowered her into a sling-type apparatus. When her ass hit the seat, she jerked up against him.

  “Ah, you’ve finally felt the plug,” he uttered smoothly.

  “Plug? What plug?” She said with irritation. “What the hell did you do to me?”

  “I inserted a butt plug in that tight little asshole of yours,” his voice was sultry as he fastened her ankles once again. “The straps are holding the plug in place.” He rose and disappeared behind her.

  “You what?!” she growled her irritation. “Why the hell would you do that?” And why the hell hadn’t I noticed the fucking thing before now? No, it didn’t hurt, and it wasn’t terribly uncomfortable...but she now knew the damn thing was there.

  Damned, if it didn’t feel...kind of good.

  A light hum filled the room and the apparatus where she sat, began to elevate.

  The heated look on her face made his cock twitch against his thigh. She was feisty, irate, and sexy as hell. And tonight, she was all his.

  “I want you hot, ready and open for me when I fuck your ass, my little slave.”

  “Slave? I’m not your fucking slave, pal, now let me down from here,” she growled, squirming against the restraints.

  “Talk like that will get you paddled, slave. You are my sex slave for as long as I choose to keep you here,” he whispered with confidence against her ear. “And I’m having a ton of fun right now.” The trembling of her body, made his balls ache. He enjoyed watching her body react as he informed her of her fate. “That’s the rules of the club. You were aware of the rules before you entered, weren’t you?” He asked with a deep chuckle, knowing damn well she was since her magazine had covered their opening, thoroughly. He also knew she’d read every article.

  Natalie went still in the sling.

  The bobbing of her throat indicated the effort it took for her to swallow. “Wha...what rules?” She croaked, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

  He stood behind her studying her, and loved what he saw. Before him she sat, her luscious, ample tits heaved with her breath, just for his enjoyment, nipples hard and begging, her thighs spread wide, and her slick, wet pussy open to his hungry gaze. She was bound, helpless, with a pleading look in her beautiful silvery blue eyes as she watched him closely. God he’d dreamed of having her just like this, and now here she was, available for his every sexual whim.

  “You’re keeping me here against my will,” she pleaded with a quivering lower lip.

  With a smug smile, he shook his head. “I’m not holding you against your will, you want this...”

  “What! Where in the hell did you get the idea I wanted you to tie me up and use me?”

  “You walked through the door of the club willingly. You were not dragged in here kicking and screaming, were you? One very important rule of Le Club d’Esclavage, which is very public and very clear, is you only enter the club if you want to experience the lifestyle. There are many different levels of the BDSM lifestyle, but first timers or visitors here, are treated to a ‘light’ experience during their virgin visit.” He watched her shudder again and relished the sound of the air leaving her lungs in a flustered rush. He studied her closely as she processed his words.

  “They knew”, she grumbled low. “I’ll kill them,” she muttered still studying him.

  Her comment made him smirk. “Who?” He asked already knowing the answer. He’d watched their arrival from his apartment on the top floor.

  “My soon to be ex-friends,” she growled through gritted teeth.

  He had to get Natalie back to that passionate state where he’d taken her before. He loved the look of exquisite pleasure suffusing her beautiful features as she came at his hand. The way she squeezed her eyes closed, her cute little nose wrinkled up, and the way she bit her lower lip. Just thinking about it made his cock swell with need again. He had to sink himself into her hot channel soon before he went fucking crazy. Sliding his hands down her back he cupped her bare buttocks, massaging their warmth. The sling left her ass and pussy open for his taking. He slipped a finger along the crack of her ass and wiggled the plug.

  “Huhhh!” Natalie sucked in air.

  He chuckled against her cheek before placing a light kiss there. “Do you like that?”

  “It feels...different...but, sort of...good,” she answered, and the heated desire in her eye told him she spoke the truth.

  “Well then,” he wiggled the plug again, “It’s time to continue playing my little slave.” He walked over to a set of shelves to grab some supplies. After gathering what he needed, he walked around and knelt facing her.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Natalie asked, a bit breathless.

  “Whatever I want,” he admitted with confidence. He reached up and stroked the back of his fingers across her blushing cheek.

  The path his fingers took burned a trail down the hollow of her throat and over the swell of her right breast to her nipple. Blunt fingertips pulled at the puckered bud until Natalie whimpered at the pleasure burn he created. His fingers moved to her neglected nipple where he tugged and pulled until she gasped, thrusting her chest forward. The harsh panting she could not control.

  Through her half closed eyes, she saw his left hand rise holding something, metal-like. In his fingers the hooded man
held two small clamps connected by a chain. Wide-eyed she watched him fasten one of the metal, alligator-type clips to her distended right nipple. Natalie gasped out loud as it tightened on the aching peak. She groaned as the second was clipped onto her left nipple.

  “Oh my,” she panted and her face heated.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes it feels good,” Natalie wriggled in the sling trying to make some contact with the butt plug in her backside.

  “The correct response is, yes, ‘Master’,” he said.

  Her eyes popped open. “You’re fucking joking, right?”

  “Say, yes, Master,” his expression harsh, voice firm.

  Natalie shook her head. No way am I calling him ‘master’. Who the fuck does this guy think he is?

  The sharp tug on the chain linking the nipple clamps made her cry out. A sting zinging through the tips of her breasts shot straight to the juncture between her thighs. She found the splinter of pain arousing, and the warm tingle of another orgasm began to build inside her. In anticipation, Natalie grew anxious wondering where he would lead her next.

  “Oh...yes, Master...yes, Master,” she croaked.

  “Good girl,” he praised and brushed his thumbs over the tender peaks of her breasts.

  His gaze travelled to the slickness between her legs, he reached out, and dragged his fingertip along her opening. Natalie’s own eyes watched as his finger disappeared inside her. When he withdrew from her heat, his finger glistened with her wetness. As he pushed into her again, she tightened her muscles against his intrusion.

  “Mmmm that’s very nice my, slave. I want your cunt to grip my cock just like this when I shove it into this tight little hole of yours.”

  Natalie shivered at his words and groaned.

  Several strokes he pumped his thick finger into her before finally withdrawing. Turning his head, he reached for something beside him and brought a slender, smooth pink vibrator into view.

 

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