“Oooh,” she sighed as he slipped it between his lips and rolled his tongue over its length, moistening it, and then aligned it with the mouth of her sex.
Dipping his head, eyes fixed on hers, he drew his tongue up the length of her wet slit, flicking the tip across her clit, which now throbbed with need. He pulled back and pushed the tip of the vibrator into her body.
“No,” Natalie whimpered unconvincingly.
The masked man continued to push, until eight inches of the toy had vanished in her depths. With a twist of the shiny pink toy, he pulled it out of her pussy. She wiggled trying to impale herself on the device as he slowly inserted it inside her. He continued his painfully slow torture as she writhed in the sling restraining her. Suddenly the heat of his mouth closed around her clit as he thrust the solid plastic toy in and out of her.
The wet slurp of her pussy sucking at the phallus brought a smile to his lips. Christ she is so wet and so hot, all by my hands. Her eyes, as she looked at him, were heavy with desire, need, begging for the culmination he alone could bring her.
He sucked hungrily at her swollen clit, dipping his tongue inside her pussy alongside the vibrator. Natalie’s body jerked when he turned the dial at the end, bringing the toy to life. Again he tugged at the chain linking the clamps clipped on her nipples as he worked the vibrating toy in and out of her pussy.
She panted, struggling for movement in the sling. “Please, Master...” she moaned.
He smiled as she remembered to use his title.
“Please what, my beautiful, slave?” He sucked her swollen clit harder.
“Oh God, Master...” She wiggled against his feasting mouth, driving the toy deeper. “Please, Master, please fuck me,” Natalie begged. “I want to feel you inside me...only you...”
His aching cock throbbed and he damn near shot his load all over the floor. Jesus, she is fucking beautiful spread out before me like she is. A light sheen of perspiration glistened on her soft skin and her pussy dripped her arousal. He leaned over and licked a rivulet of salty sweat trickling between her heaving breasts. Her lips quivered as she gasped sobs of pleasure, her wrists an angry red as she pulled against the restraints in a futile effort to touch him.
Unable to deny either of them any longer, he rose up on his knees pulling the toy from Natalie’s body, aligned his weeping cock with the mouth of her tight passage, and with one hard, deliberate thrust, impaled her with his shaft.
“Oh God, Ma...” Somehow through the delirium, Natalie stopped herself from calling out Max’s name, as she felt the hooded man embed his heavy, thick shaft to the hilt within her willing body.
During her entire time within the walls of the dungeon, she’d been thinking of Max. Wishing it was him dominating her, having his way with her, using her, making her beg with unquenched lust. She didn’t know what the outcome of the current situation would be, but figured she might as well have a good time while she was here. And only caught in the crosshairs of a firing squad, would she admit having the time of her life.
Natalie’s groans of satisfaction drove him to pound himself even harder into her. Oh how he lost his very being within the heat of her body. She pulsed around him, milking his shaft with every withdrawal. As he slammed himself into her, he came to the startling realization she was his perfect match. Sexually, absolutely, but what he felt went deeper than that. She had no idea that she completed him as a man.
“Oh, Master,” Natalie moaned, “I’m going to come...for you...Master...just for you.” She tossed her head from side to side. “Please, Master, come with me...please...”
Her simple, pleading request was his undoing. He felt her muscles convulse around his impaling shaft as her body gave into him yet again, his own climax taking him by surprise shooting his release inside her with a force he’d never felt before. “Oh, Natalie...Natalie...”
“Yes, Master…yes,” she cried as her orgasm rocked her.
Spent, he collapsed against her bosom causing the sling to sway from their combined weight. Several moments passed before either one could speak.
He recovered first.
“Jesus, Natalie,” he panted against her neck. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Several moments passed, their labored breath, the only sound.
“Untie me,” she softly murmured, “I want to touch you.”
With effort, he reached one hand up to release the Velcro straps restraining his slave, grasping one hand, pulled it to his mouth to place a kiss on her palm. He refused to remove his lips from her flesh.
Natalie slid her free hand along the smooth leather hood still shielding his face from her, and then over his sweat-slicked skin. She stroked his back and shoulders with the gentle caress of a lover.
It was too much for him to hope for.
His still hard cock jerked inside her once again. A low growl sounded deep in his throat as he withdrew his shaft from her. Natalie whimpered at the emptiness in her pussy. Although she touched him, she ached to have him inside her body again. She enjoyed a euphoric contentment she’d never experienced in her life. Never had she been this sated! And all at the hands of a complete stranger, no less! Releasing her ankles, he stood and grabbed her hand, roughly pulling her over to a waist high bench, forcing her to lay her upper body across its padded surface, and gripped her hips in a tight, bruising hold.
“I have to fuck that beautiful ass of yours now,” he said with raspy breaths as his hand slid around to the tops of her thighs, to release the straps holding her plump labia open.
Natalie sighed as the straps gave, combined with the feel of his hands stroking the cheeks of her ass. She felt his fingers in her crack and movement of the plug. Gripping the flared base, he slowly eased it out of her. Natalie hissed as the widest part stretched her muscles a bit more on its exit. Cool lube smeared over her puckered opening and a thick finger pushed some inside her hole.
“I need you this way, Natalie, I really do,” his voice gentle, soft and somewhat pleading. “May I?” he asked barely above a whisper.
Natalie shuddered.
With those two little words, he’d handed control over to her. Was this a trick? Is his allowing me a say in how we continue, intentional? Until now, the masked man had done what he wanted, when he wanted, she’d had no say. However, she had been willing and eagerly allowed him to do so. Without knowing, she had submitted to his seductive persuasion...and she’d loved every minute of it!
She smiled as the realization of what she felt, smacked her right upside the head. “My body is yours, Master...I am yours,” she purred over her shoulder. Wiggling her backside, she added, “Yes, please...fuck my ass, Master.”
Shaky fingers spread her buttocks wide and the smooth head of his cock pressed against the tight ring of muscles, slowly breeching her opening. Natalie sucked in a breath.
His entrance stilled. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked with concern.
Natalie panted, her body quivering. “Not if you know what’s good for you.”
She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt his body tremble as he continued to feed all nine fucking inches of thick, solid cock into her welcoming ass.
Once inside, he refrained from movement allowing her muscles to adjust and relax around his intrusion before sliding his thick length back out. Natalie hissed as the fat head of his shaft stretched her opening slightly before he pushed himself back into her velvet heat.
In his thoughts, he’d imagined she would feel good, but he had no idea just how fucking incredible her body would feel. He was going to explode in record time, and he desperately wanted to prolong this pleasure for both of them.
“Does my cock feel good in your ass, Natalie?”
“Oh God yes...yes, Master, your cock feels so good. Please, fuck me. I want you...I need you...” her voice pleaded with desperation.
He was beyond control. It only took several strokes in the velvety heat of Natalie’s ass and he was pumping himself into her. The tight canal
pulsed around his shaft as he stilled, emptying himself into her. Exhausted, he collapsed on her back, her heartbeat kept time with his. Their bodies both slick with sweat. As he withdrew his softening cock from her ass, his release gushed from her body, dripping down the back of her thighs.
“I’ve never...” Natalie moaned harshly. “I’ve never felt as good as I do at this very minute.” She chuckled. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m embarrassed that I don’t even know your name.”
He stiffened against her and silent moments passed before he lifted his weight off her. “That’s part of the fantasy,” he said gruffly, pulling away from her.
If she were to know who he was now, it would ruin everything.
Natalie stood slowly and turned around to face him. Studying her mysterious masked lover, a slight smile turned up one side of her mouth. Physically he was exquisite. His broad chest heaved as he attempted to get his breathing under control. Heavy perspiration glistened all over his muscular body. She could smell his masculine scent coating her flushed skin.
With confidence, she threw him a challenging glare.
“Bullshit,” Natalie spewed. “Now take off that fucking hood,” she demanded placing her hands on her hips.
His raised brow showed his surprise at her boldness and his lips parted as if he were about to protest.
All right, so he wasn’t a hardcore enthusiast interested in inflicting pain for pleasure, sure a little bit was okay, but not entirely his thing. He enjoyed bondage, the use of toys and wanted a willing submissive partner who would enjoy acting out their fantasies together.
How dare Natalie order him to remove his hood? He was the Dom, dammit! He didn’t take orders!
“Bullshit?” he repeated through gritted teeth.
Natalie looked his magnificent, naked body up and down with purpose. She had to see the face of the man who had thoroughly pleasured her, repeatedly taking her body to heights she never knew she could reach.
“That’s what I said, Master,” she stressed his ‘title’ with exaggerated emphasis. “Now get that fucking hood off. I want to see the face of the man who has wrung more pleasure from my body, than I ever thought was possible.”
She approached him and reached for the zipper running up the back of the hood before he had a chance to lift his own hand. Slowly, Natalie drew the zipper from the base of his neck to the crown of his head. Gripped both sides of the opening, she pulled it forward and off his head.
“You!”
Chapter Three
Natalie’s body froze, her breath lodged in her throat, as her eyes took in the handsome face staring back at her. Finally managing a weak gasp, she dropped the leather hood to the floor at her feet.
“Why?”
He stroked the back of a finger across Natalie’s cheek.
She shivered.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?” he asked.
“I’ve wanted you too, Max,” she admitted, and although he was looking right at her, he didn’t hear her declaration.
“How long I’ve wanted to get you here? How I’ve ached to be with you? I never thought you’d ever come into my club.”
“This is your club?” she asked surprised.
“Yeah, it’s all mine,” he shrugged. “Right now we’re in my private quarters on the top floor. I live right here on site,” he admitted to her. “I’ve thought of no one else but you since you started at the magazine four years ago, Natalie. That’s four long fucking years. I pull my cock so often thinking of you, it gets damn sore. I couldn’t believe my luck when I watched you walk through the front door tonight.”
Natalie stood stunned. All this time Max had wanted her, just as much as she had wanted him. She thought she’d been giving off all the right signals, and yet... No way, she wasn’t going to dwell on the past miscommunications. They were together, here, now, and that is all that mattered to her. And she was not about to let him get away now. Especially after everything they’d shared tonight. Max had no idea he completed her, as a woman. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind...she was his.
Despite being tied up, which she found hot, she had given herself to him freely. She did come into the club of her own free will. Natalie had thoroughly enjoyed her introduction into the BDSM scene, and was glad her first time had been with Max.
When they spoke in the bar earlier in the evening, Natalie had decided she was going to seduce Max Renfrew making him hers, if it was the last thing she ever did. Now she had been with him, however, he had done the seducing. “Did you slip something in my drink to get me up here with you?” she asked.
“No, I’d never drug you, Natalie, or anyone else, that’s just not right,” he replied and looked down at his feet.
Natalie’s heart soared and her pussy grew wet! Dammit, she was ready for him again! She thought it cute that Max had turned shy all of a sudden. Very different from the dominant man she’d spent the last few hours with. She found his sudden ‘submissiveness’ a huge turn on, because she knew exactly what he could turn into!
“Well,” she said and walked behind him toward a bench along one wall. She picked up a wooden paddle and tested its weight in her hand. As she turned toward him, she saw Max still had his back to her. He hadn’t seen her pick up the paddle.
A sly smile crept across her face.
With his head hung low, his fingers twitched at his sides. He raised his head as she approached, her hand holding the paddle behind her back.
“I’m sorry, Natalie, you’re probably really pissed with me right now.”
Natalie gave a half nod, but didn’t speak.
“I meant no harm, honestly. I wanted to be with you and I didn’t know how to get you to notice me outside of work. Christ, Natalie, you make the office ‘Max’ really nervous.”
She made him nervous? She nearly laughed out loud at his revelation. Shit, whenever Max Renfrew was around, she couldn’t string a single sentence together. He unknowingly left her tongue tied and sexually frustrated. He had no idea how many nights she fucked herself with her vibrator, wishing it was his cock inside her. Maybe she’d share that little confession with him, later...because right now she had other things on her dirty, little mind. “Well, Max, you’ve got my attention now,” she purred.
Max still hadn’t turned his body, so his firm left ass cheek was right there for her taking.
Begging her!
Natalie licked her lips as she met his gaze in the mirror. His dark brown eyes focused on the wet tip of her pink tongue as it darted out and over her lips.
“Now, slave, haul your ass to the pillory,” she ordered him.
His head snapped to face her just as she swung the wooden paddle.
He didn’t even see it coming.
*WHACK*
The sound of the paddle connecting with Max’s firm ass cheek split the silence hanging between them.
Natalie shivered excitedly.
Max’s eyes grew wide with surprise, the heat flickering in them, matched hers.
No way, Max thought. Is she serious? “Natalie?”
*WHACK*
Wielding the paddle a second time she connected with his twin ass cheek.
“I believe the title you’re looking for, slave, is...‘Mistress’,” she said palming the paddle.
Max hesitated as he studied her, unsure he’d heard correctly, and when her lips curled up and her beautiful blue eyes flared with desire, he ran to the pillory. Bending to fasten the restraints around his own ankles, eagerly he replied, “Yes, my Mistress.”
The End
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