Mastered By My Guardian

by Opal Carew

  His smile broadened as his heart raced. “You’re saying that you’re my birthday present?”

  He’d been sure she’d forgotten. And maybe she had, but she was certainly making up for it in a spectacular fashion.

  “Yes, Master. I surrender to you completely.”

  Joy bubbled through him and he laughed. The thought of her bending to his will, especially given her rebellious nature toward him, sent his cock twitching.

  “Stand up and come here. I want to look at you.”

  She stood up and walked toward him. The heels she wore were so high and slender he was surprised she could walk on them, but she did fine. The long coils of ribbon trailed down the front of her, some reaching her waist. His gaze locked on the ones resting on her nipples. He glided his finger along one of the ribbons, then over her nub. It hardened under his touch.

  He pulled his pocket knife from his pants and opened it, then cut through the ribbon attached to the collar and tossed the mass of curls aside. He dragged the back of the cold steel blade over her nub, watching her expression. The total trust in her eyes filled him with happiness. He closed the knife and put it away.

  “You look amazing.” Her hair was swept up but a few strands had escaped so he stroked them from her face. “I thought you’d forgotten my birthday.”

  She bit her lip and at her contrite expression, he regretted mentioning it.

  “I did, sir. And I’m sorry. It was thoughtless of me.” She turned and bent over just enough to push her ass toward him. “Please, sir. I should be punished.”

  Oh, God. The sight of her firm round ass sent heat flooding to his groin, but her begging him to punish her made his cock harden painfully.

  His hand cupped her naked ass, the soft skin tempting him to do what he’d wanted to for so long. To smack that lovely flesh and watch it turn a deep rose.

  “Yes, you deserve to be punished, but I’ll decide when.”

  “Yes, Master Zane.”

  Her eyes were downturned, just as a good sub should do, but he tucked his hand under her chin and lifted until her gaze met his.

  “You want to do this, Chelsea? To submit to my domination?”

  Her eyes widened a little and he could see the nervousness there.

  “I thought you would like it. I want to make your birthday special.”

  He smiled. “This will make it very special indeed… but only if you want it, too.”

  A deep hunger boiled in the depth of her gold-flecked brown eyes.

  “I do.” Her voice, hoarse and full of need, left no question in his mind.

  “Kneel,” he commanded.

  She knelt down in front of him and he took her hand, then rested it on his painfully swollen cock.

  “You see what you’ve done to me.”

  She ran her fingertips along his shaft and gazed up at him, nodding.

  “What do you think you should do about it?”

  She curled her hand around him through the fabric of his pants.

  “Would you like me to relieve the pressure, Master Zane?”

  She pulled down his zipper, then pressed her hand against his cock, the thin cotton fabric of his boxers between their naked skin.

  “I would like that. But what I’d like more right now,” he said as he stepped back, “is that you kneel down on the ground, face to the floor, and raise your ass in the air.”

  Her eyes widened and he thought for a moment she would refuse, but then she sank to the ground and pressed her hands and cheek to the floor. Then she pushed her ass upward. He walked around behind her and admired the view. He could see the small strip of her leather crotch which hid her intimate folds.

  Was she wet?

  He crouched behind her and ran his finger over the leather. Then he tugged on the snap holding the crotch to the waistband of the thong and drew the strip of leather away, revealing her glistening pink folds. He ran his finger along the tender flesh, loving the feel of her slickness. Yes, she was very wet. Then he glided a finger inside her. Then a second one.

  He stroked her inside and she murmured softly.

  “Do you like that, my little slave?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Hearing her call him Master exhilarated him. He pushed deeper into her, stroking her intimate passage. Then he stood up and dropped his pants and knelt behind her. He pulled her against his crotch, his hard cock straining against his boxers as her moistness seeped through the thin fabric. She surged back and ground her hips against him. He chuckled and eased her away, then pulled his cock free and glided the tip against her slit. Moving up and down her slickness as she moaned softly.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, my slave? To drive my hard cock into you?”

  “Yes, Master. Please.”

  He loved the need in her voice.

  He pushed his cockhead into her. Just a little. Then he pulled it away, to her groan of disapproval.

  He stood up and walked to the leather chair, then sat down.

  “Come over here and suck my cock.”

  She stood up and walked toward him, then knelt in front of him. She wrapped her hand around his thick cock, still slick from her moisture, then leaned forward and took it into her mouth. He stifled his groan at the intensely exciting feel of her warm mouth surrounding him. Her lips squeezed him as she glided down his long shaft.

  * * *

  Chelsea couldn’t believe she was doing this. Kneeling in front of her guardian, Zane, his thick erection in her mouth as she played the role of his slave. His cock was hot and smooth, the veins pulsing in her hand as she held him, her mouth gliding along his length.

  God, her insides ached at the knowledge he would soon fuck her. His enormous cock driving deep into her. Filling her over and over again.

  “Take it all the way down your throat, slave.”

  She relaxed her throat and took him deep, then glided back again. He surged forward, filling her throat, starting a slow and steady rhythm as he fucked her mouth. She cupped his balls and stroked, rewarded by his murmur of approval.

  “Stroke your breast as you suck me,” he commanded.

  She cupped her breast as she squeezed his cock, then began to suck. Her fingertips found her nipple and she squeezed, then toyed with the hard nub, quivers of pleasure curling through her. He reached for her other breast and cupped it as she continued to suck. Then she felt him tense. His hand fell away and he arched forward. She could feel his balls tighten and then he groaned. Hot liquid flooded from his tip, filling her mouth.

  She swallowed, not letting a single drop escape. When the flow ended, she eased away and ran her tongue around her lips. The heat in his eyes caused a slow burn inside her.

  “You did very well my little slave. Now stand up.”

  She stood up, intensely aware of his hot gaze gliding the length of her essentially naked body.

  “Show me your pussy. Open it to me.”

  She reached down, her cheeks flushing a little, and drew open the flesh so he could see her opening. He leaned forward and she almost squealed in delight as his tongue nudged against her flesh, then licked her. His hand cupped her ass and he drew her closer, then buried his face in her folds.

  “Oh, yes,” she whimpered.

  He nuzzled and licked. His tongue swept over her clit. Then he teased in earnest. Intense pleasure coiled inside her and she moaned. It kept rising, pulsing through her, until she hovered near the edge of the precipice, knowing that wondrous pleasure was only a breath away.

  She was so close.

  Then he stopped.

  “Noooo.”

  “Now it’s time for that punishment.”

  He eased her back, then stood up and guided her to a bench. He leaned her over until her torso rested on the padded fabric, her bare ass toward him.

  “Open your legs.”

  She widened her stance, baring her intimate flesh to him.

  “Very nice.” He stroked her naked ass, his hand caressing in circles.

  Then he
slapped her. The smack resounded through the room, and her flesh heated. Another stinging slap make her cry out.

  “Do you like that?”

  She didn’t want to lie, but she wasn’t sure and—

  “Answer me, slave.”

  “I don’t know, sir.”

  He swatted her ass again, but this time he stroked her intimate flesh afterward. She moaned at his caress.

  Then she felt his cockhead nudge her opening. He pushed in, but only a little. She squeezed around him, trying to pull him deeper. He smacked her again, then slid his cockhead a little deeper.

  “Oh, Master.”

  He gave a quick smack to each cheek then pushed deeper.

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes. Oh, please, yes.”

  He slapped her burning flesh, sending ripples of pleasure through her as he glided deeper, her pussy sheathing more of his hard cock.

  The pleasure and pain combined in an exhilarating rush of sensations. She wanted more. Of his cock driving into her. Of his hand searing across her ass.

  His cock drove all the way inside, followed by a quick slap on each cheek. She moaned.

  Then he drew out, slowly. Instead of driving deep again, he slipped free. But then she felt his cockhead nudge her back passage. She gasped and wanted to protest, but stopped herself.

  She had given herself to Zane for his pleasure. And she trusted him.

  He pushed forward, his cock stretching her tight opening.

  He moved slowly and relentlessly, her ass opening around him. Hugging him tight. When his cockhead was fully immersed, he stopped, then stroked her burning ass cheek.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir. Please fuck my ass.”

  * * *

  Oh, God, hearing Chelsea say that drove Zane wild. He had to stop himself from driving deep into her in a single thrust. Instead, he slowly glided into her, her passage squeezing him tightly. The heady feel of her body gripping him like that made it hard to hold back, but he inched into her until finally, he was all the way inside.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.

  “God, it feels so good being inside you like this.”

  “Thank you, Master Zane.”

  He laughed. “I can’t tell you how much I like hearing you call me that. And ‘sir’ too. I think maybe we should make it a regular thing.”

  “Whatever you want, Master Zane. I am yours to command.”

  “God, baby, that is so fucking sexy.”

  “Master Zane, I need you so badly. Please make me come.”

  “Oh, fuck.”

  He glided his hand down her stomach to her folds and found her clit. He drew back, then glided deep into her ass again as he stroked the hard little nub. She arched back against him, pushing him deeper still. Making him groan.

  He drew back and drove deep again, filling her with a slow, steady rhythm while he teased her clit. He was rewarded with the sound of her accelerated breathing.

  “Are you close, little slave?”

  “Oh, yes, Master,” she panted. “Please, sir. Make me come.”

  Her words nearly drove him over the edge, pleasure swamping his senses, but he held back and drove hard and deep. Over and over again. She began to moan, setting his blood ablaze. He flicked her clit harder, driving into her faster.

  She gasped, then her moans turned to shrill wails, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure.

  Heat swelled in his groin, then it happened. His cock erupted inside her like a volcano, stealing his breath. He pumped and pumped, riding the wave of intense pleasure, then finally slumped on her back.

  He rested against her, the two of them panting. Soon their breathing returned to normal, though he still floated on a wave of delight.

  “Thank you, Master Zane.”

  * * *

  As Zane’s joyous laugh filled the room, Chelsea smiled. His cock was still deep inside her and she squeezed.

  “You’re welcome, little slave, but my commands are not done yet.”

  A tremor of excitement danced along her spine.

  “Of course, Master.”

  He stood up, drawing her upright with him. His hand stroked up her stomach, then cupped her breast for a quick caress.

  “Stand at the wall, by the chains,” he commanded.

  She moved to the wall where he’d first taken her, excitement skittering through her. He disappeared into the washroom then returned totally naked. He moved like a panther as he approached her, his muscles rippling as he walked. To her surprise he stood with his back to the wall and lifted his arms. “Chain my wrists.”

  “But Master—”

  “Are you refusing me?”

  “No, sir, but I’m yours to command.”

  “And I’m commanding you to chain my wrists. Do it.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  She clamped a cuff around one wrist, then the other. He stood in front of her, in all his naked glory, essentially her prisoner.

  Except they both knew the second he told her to unchain him she would.

  “Now touch me.”

  “Where?” she asked.

  He smiled. “Anywhere you want.”

  She gazed at his magnificent body. The desire to feel his solid muscles filled her. She rested her hand on his shoulder, then glided down his hard chest. Slowly, her fingertips grazed over his sculpted abs, then back up to his nipple. She toyed with it, loving the feel of the small bead under her fingertip. Then she glided downward again, the allure of his towering erection too much for her.

  As soon as her finger brushed the tip, his cock twitched. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked his considerable length. She crouched down and gazed at his long, hard member close up as she stroked it up and down. Then she leaned forward and kissed the smooth shaft, near the base. His groan encouraged her and she lifted his balls in her hand then pressed her lips to them.

  “God damn.”

  His strained, pleasure-filled voice made her smile. She opened her mouth and softly nibbled his shaven testicles. His cock lurched and heat surged through her at the thought of it inside her again. She drew his balls fully into her mouth and sucked softly, to his groan.

  She stroked his thick cock and as her hand glided over his tip, she could feel the slickness of his precum.

  “I want you to fuck me,” he said through gritted teeth.

  She suckled deeply.

  “Now, God damn it!”

  Even though he was the one chained, his commanding tone made her jerk to her feet. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and tried to press it to her slick opening, but he was a little too tall for her. He bent his knees until she could press him against her slick flesh… then she eased closer, his cock sinking into her. Tears trickled from her eyes at the sheer pleasure of having him inside her. She pushed him deeper, her opening stretching around him.

  He was so thick. So hard.

  Finally, she had him all the way inside, their bodies tight together. She rested against him for a moment, enjoying the feel of his hard chest against her cheek, his heart thumping loudly. His erection inside her becoming the center of her being.

  “Fuck me,” he snarled, his voice filled with need.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  She drew back, the agonizing feel of his cock dragging along her passageway sending need humming through her. Then she surged forward, taking him deep again.

  “Fuck, unchain me.”

  Dazed by the intensity of the pleasure, she reached for his wrist.

  “Now, damn it.”

  Worry filled her as she released one wrist. His arm curled around her as she released the other.

  “Have I displeased you, M—”

  He spun her around and rammed her against the wall, knocking the breath from her.

  “Fuck, I need you so bad,” he grated, his eyes filled with blazing desire.

  Then he thrust deep into her. She gasped, then he drew out and
thrust deep again, driving her against the cold, hard wall.

  His lips found hers and his tongue drove deep as he thrust again. Pleasure swelled within her, and her intimate muscles gripped him as he drove in and out of her body. He grabbed her wrists and pushed them to the wall, holding her trapped.

  “Tell me you want me,” he insisted, his cock driving deep again.

  She nodded, trying to find her voice.

  “Yes, I want you.” The words came out a hoarse whisper, then she whimpered as he drove deep again.

  His lips captured hers again as he pumped deeper and harder. Joy rose in her.

  “Tell me you love me.”

  The intensity of the sensations… the joyful surge of emotion… His thick shaft drove into her, filling her with bliss.

  “Tell me,” he insisted, his lips brushing her ear.

  “I love you,” she murmured, barely aware of the words she uttered, then plummeted over the edge. She strained against his hold, an orgasm bursting through her. Filling her with a joy like no other. Deep. Intense.

  Soul-shattering.

  He thrust deep and groaned. The feel of him erupting inside her sent her head spinning and she wailed as another orgasm exploded inside her.

  She leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder, as they both gasped for breath. After a moment, he lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs.

  * * *

  The warm water of the shower washed over Chelsea’s body as Zane rubbed a bar of soap between his hands, then put it down and stroked over her body, washing her. His big hands moved over her breasts then down her stomach.

  She simply watched him. His naked body so large and masculine seemed to fill the shower stall. She sighed as his sudsy hands glided over her like silk.

  “Why did you tell me to say that?” she asked, the thing that had been bothering her finally breaking through to her consciousness.

  “Say what?” His hands glided over her breasts again.

  “Why did you tell me to say I love you?”

  He stopped the distracting movement of his hands and straightened. “Because I wanted to hear you say it.” He cupped her chin and lifted her face, his clear blue gaze locked on hers. “I wanted you to know it’s true.”

  Her stomach fluttered. He was so sure.

  “But… you didn’t say it, too.”