“Sit up straight!” he called out. “I guess I was wrong to give you a little break. Stand up.”
She stifled the next groan that wanted to slip out. She slid off the mattress and stood up straight. She wanted to please him. She hated to see that look of disapproval on his face.
“Spread your legs. Hands behind your back.”
She did as he commanded and he walked around her, touching her on her hips, her ass, her breasts, her hair. The buzz that had begun to settle down ran beneath her skin again. The roller coaster ride wasn’t over yet.
“Turn and face the bed. Keep your hands behind your back.” She did as he requested. “Bend over and lay your head on the edge of the bed. Keep your shoulders off the mattress.”
Keeping her hands tucked into the small of her back, Jenn bent over at the waist and turned her head, laying her cheek on the mattress, facing Scott.
Her knees trembled slightly. Was he going to spank her again?
Scott swept her hair out of her face, so that it fell over her other shoulder, then ran his hand down her back. “Very good. Keep your legs straight and don’t move.”
He walked away then, leaving her there. He rounded the end of the bed but then went out of her line of vision. She remembered the long, heavy bag he’d placed on the bed and when she felt the mattress shift, she knew he was back in the bag. “Have you had any anal play?”
She shuddered. “No, Sir.”
“All right. We won’t go there tonight then.”
She heard him rummaging around, but he didn’t say anything else, so she was left to wonder what kind of toys he had. What he was going to use on her. Her nipples prickled. Her pussy twitched. She realized she was excited. She couldn’t wait to see what toys he had.
Then finally he rounded the bed and came back to her. She couldn’t tell what was in his hands.
“I know it’s been a long time for you, so I thought I’d give you a little help in maintaining position. I don’t want you to move. I’ll take care of everything.”
He ran his hand down her arm and wrapped a thick leather cuff around her wrist, then did the same to the other wrist. She heard a click and knew they were hooked together. Scott stretched out her arms until her bound hands rested on the top of her ass.
“Now for your legs.” She shivered as Scott ran his hands from her cheeks down to her ankles, with a little detour to tease her clit just enough to get it throbbing again. When he reached her foot, he caressed it gently. “I like these shoes, but a higher heel would show off your legs even more.” He placed a kiss on her ankle then wrapped his hand around it.
“This spreader bar will help keep your legs apart.” He pulled her ankle out to the side as he kept talking. “I like your legs spread apart so I can see that pretty pussy.” He wrapped a cuff around her ankle and she felt the heavy weight of the spreader bar. “Let’s see how far I can spread these legs.” He pulled on her other leg and, balancing only on her head, Jenn was afraid she might fall. But Scott supported her body as he stretched her leg to the side and fastened the other cuff, so she stayed steady.
But once he let her go, she whimpered as she teetered on her heels. He stroked her bottom until she managed to steady herself. “Good,” he said. “Good.”
He walked around her to stand on the side she wasn’t facing. The mattress bounced slightly, so he must have placed something on the bed beside her. She didn’t have too long to wonder what it was because the buzzing sound started almost immediately.
“Let’s see how you respond to the vibrator.” He rolled a soft thick vibrator over the cheeks of her ass. The tickles shivered her skin and spread out until she could feel it only weakly in her pussy. “You’ve used vibrators, haven’t you, slave?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He rolled it over to the other cheek, never breaking contact with her skin. “You use them on yourself, don’t you? You tease your own pussy because you don’t have a Master to tease it for you, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He slid the vibrator down the crack between her cheeks and pressed it along the slick flesh of her pussy. He held it there as the waves of sensation rolled through her. With her legs held by the spreader bar and her head her only means of support, she couldn’t move her body much, could barely rock her hips. The vibrations reached her clit but weren’t enough to come close to getting her off. Just enough to spin her arousal even higher.
Then he plunged the vibrator into her core. She was so wet, it slid in easily, but it was so thick she felt stretched to the limit. Scott pushed it in as far as it would go and held it there. Her shoulder pressed into the edge of the mattress. Jenn closed her eyes and moaned as the vibrations spread through her body. He still stood behind her so she couldn’t see what he was doing. She felt him lean over and pick up something else off the bed, all the while holding the vibrator deep within her.
Suddenly pain shot through her nipple. She gasped and lifted her shoulders, but he pressed her back down. He’d closed a weighted clamp onto her nipple, she could feel the weight swinging as it pulled on her nipple, just past her piercing. She gulped a lungful of air as she tried to breathe through the pain. But before she had that under control, he clamped her other nipple. She cried out again.
He rubbed her back. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Trust me.” He was still holding the vibrator inside her. The waves of sensations continued to flow through her. The pain in her nipples began to subside as her body adjusted. Her breathing began to slow down.
Then she heard the buzzing sound of another vibrator and her nipples were aroused by new tingles. Vibrating nipple clamps. This time her moan was one of pleasure.
He slid a finger over her anus and pressed down, but didn’t try to penetrate her. Just the pressure gave her a twinge of sensation. “I have a vibrating anal plug too, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you tonight.”
She was already overwhelmed. Her body was being bombarded by so many sensations. The bondage was exciting yet comforting, taking away her choices. Leaving her to simply experience what Scott was giving her. The vibrations flowed through her entire body, increasing her arousal with every second that went by. Scott’s finger was still pressing back there, bringing forbidden quivers to dance around the edges. His hand on her back, sweeping in large circles over her skin, grounded her, helped her to hold on.
She was breathing harder, her heart pounding in time with the throbs taking over her body. She didn’t know how much more she’d be able to take. Scott said to trust him and she did. But he didn’t know her. How did he know how much she could take? Maybe other slaves, experienced slaves, could take more than she could. Maybe she was a wimpy slave and he’d be disappointed in her. She didn’t want him to be disappointed in her.
Jenn knew she was close to the edge, to finally reaching satisfaction, but she knew without a doubt that she wouldn’t come until Scott wanted her to. And she knew she had to trust that it would be worth it when it finally came. So she rode the sensations, more than she’d ever felt before.
“You’re doing great,” he murmured. “I’m so proud of you.”
The glow from his praise wrapped around her and strengthened her. She’d take whatever he dished out. She wanted to show him she could.
After a moment, he moved his finger off her anus and slipped the vibrator from her core. While before she felt too full, now she felt empty. She longed to be filled again, but with Scott’s magnificent cock. Was he going to fuck her tonight or just play with her body until she couldn’t take anymore?
He reached around to the first nipple clamp. “This is going to hurt.” And suddenly she remembered the times Rob clamped clothespins on her nipples, her labia, anywhere they would pinch her skin and hold on. How much worse it was when the clamp was released and the blood came rushing back.
Scott released the clamp and she couldn’t stop the cry that burst from her lips or the tears that sprang to her eyes. Or the strong clench of her pussy. He released the o
ther clamp and rubbed her back and kissed her cheek until the pain drifted away and her breathing returned to normal.
“Are you all right?” he asked gently.
“Yes. Well…my neck hurts a little. Sir.”
“Of course. I’m sorry.”
But he didn’t release her from the wrist cuffs and spreader bar as she thought he would. He lifted her torso and slid her body up the mattress until the front of her thighs hit the edge of the bed. Her sore nipples scraped across the dark blue comforter and sent a new shaft of pain directly to her clit.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” He had to know her pussy was throbbing with need. He had to know she was desperate to come. There was no sense mentioning that.
Her bound hands had ridden higher up her back and he stretched her arms out again, so that her hands sat on the top of her ass. He rubbed his hand between her legs and she moaned with the pleasure it brought. “This pussy has been tempting me for too long. I can’t resist any longer.” She was disappointed that he stayed out of her range of sight as he quickly stripped his clothes off. She hoped before too long she’d get to enjoy the sight of his naked body.
Soon the hard, hot length of him was pressed up against her ass. He pushed up the crack between her cheeks until he reached the tips of her fingers. She instinctively curled her fingers and brushed the tip of his cock. It was covered with a condom she never even heard him put on. He leaned into her a little further until his cock rested in the palm of her hand.
“Stroke me.”
Jenn struggled to turn her cuffed wrists enough that she could grasp his cock with one of her hands, but she couldn’t manage the right angle with the thick restraints. Of course, Scott didn’t do anything to help. Just left his erection lying there, waiting for her to obey him.
She finally discovered if she brought the fingers of both hands together, she could hold his cock between them. She had limited motion, but once she managed that much, he began to move, pumping his cock between her fingers so she was indeed, stroking him. His moans let her know she was doing it right.
Then suddenly, he pulled out of her hands and plunged deep into her pussy. Both their ragged groans echoed though the room. Finally she was filled with her Master’s cock. Finally he was pleasing himself with her body. She was pleasing him.
He dug his fingers into her hips as he dragged his cock in and out along her sensitive flesh. Her body bounced against the mattress and the spreader bar rocked with her feet. Her face pressed harder into the soft comforter. Her clit throbbed like a toothache, taking over her entire body.
Then he began to spank her again, quick, sharp slaps that came in time with the thrusts of his cock. That came in time with the pulsing need of her clit.
Jenn gasped for breath, overwhelmed and on the edge. She couldn’t stop the cries that filled the room and began to echo off the walls and in her head.
He stopped spanking her and leaned over her, kissing her neck, kissing her cheek. “Almost there,” he murmured in her ear as he continued to plunge into her. “You’re doing great.” He reached around in front of her and slid his hand over her pussy. Oh, God, she was so close. Then he rubbed over her clit and whispered, “You can come now, slave.”
The orgasm slammed into her, harder than she’d ever had before, even in those early days with Rob. Her Master knew what he was doing when he held her off for so long, building and building her arousal until she exploded. Her body rocked beneath him, bounced on the mattress, rattled the bar holding her legs apart.
He continued to rub her clit as she spasmed around him. The orgasm rolled on and on. Then he roared in her ear as he came, thrusting harder and deeper than he had before. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of her, surrounding her with his body. She didn’t even care that he was crushing her arms. He was where she wanted him to be.
Too soon he lifted himself off of her with a groan and slid out of her body. He placed a kiss on her ass. “Be right back.” And he left her facedown on the mattress, her legs spread wide, her arms still bound behind her back.
And Jenn knew there wasn’t anywhere else she’d rather be.
Chapter Four
When Scott came back into the bedroom, he was brought up short by the sight before him. His beautiful little slave, bound and spread for his pleasure. And hers.
He knew she was born to be a sexual submissive. She took to his commands without hesitation. She blossomed while in bondage, letting go so she could fully enjoy the moment. He snapped out of it and crossed the room. She had to be aching and exhausted.
She stayed put while he released her ankles and wrists, moaning slightly as he helped her to her feet. He pulled down the sheets and laid her down. He took her shoes off and tossed them across the room. Then he crawled in beside her. She snuggled against him, her head on his shoulder.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
She nodded and closed her eyes.
He stroked her silky hair, a little surprised at the tenderness he felt for her right now. Kayley had been a sweet woman, interested in only sweet sex, and he’d never felt tenderness for her as he did for this woman who’d taken all he’d given her and then curled up next to him and closed her eyes.
He brushed her hair away from her face, stroked her slender neck. He ran his finger across her throat. “Did you ever wear a collar?”
Jenn’s eyes flew open and she nodded slowly. She reached her hand up to her neck. Scott caught her fingers and brought them to his lips and kissed them lightly.
“How did you feel about wearing a collar?”
She shrugged her shoulders. He hoped she’d open up to him a little more so he could understand the relationship she’d been in before. So he waited silently, still holding her hand, and waited for her to speak.
“Part of me liked it, I guess,” she said finally. “It made him happy and I wanted to please him more than anything. But I felt uncomfortable when I had to wear it outside the dorm. Like to class and out with friends.”
Dorm. He kept forgetting she was still mostly a kid when she’d had this experience. “What kind of collar did he give you?”
She rolled off his shoulder and onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. “A dog collar. He bought it at the grocery store.”
Stupid kid. “One of those brightly colored nylon ones? Or a leather one?”
She turned to look at him, her mouth a grim line. “No. A heavy choke chain.”
“That idiot!” Scott gathered Jenn into his arms and kissed her slender, pale throat. He could picture her as a tiny teenager, weighed down by a heavy choke collar. He could imagine her embarrassment.
“He liked to take me out to bars on a leash, then yank on the collar if I looked at another guy or tried to talk to my friends.”
“Fuck! Why did you stay with him?” As soon as the question burst from his lips, Scott wished he could take them back. Jenn backed away and curled up into a ball. “I’m sorry. I have no right to question you. I wanted to get to know you better, not interrogate you.”
She took a deep breath. “It’s okay. I thought I loved him. I thought I had to do what he told me. You know, the whole Master and slave thing. I stopped thinking for myself for a while. I lost myself. That’s why I never want to get in that deep again.”
“A good Master should never stop his slave from thinking for herself. Who wants a doormat? You’re a strong, intelligent woman. I wouldn’t want you to be anything else.” She shrugged. “At least you realized that and got away from him.”
“No, Tori got me out.”
“Tori?”
“We’d…grown apart.” Scott knew that meant that Rob had isolated her from all her friends. “But she saw us at a bar. Rob was pretty drunk and Tori didn’t like the way he was treating me. I begged her not to get involved, but she came to our room the next day when Rob was at class and took me home with her.”
“Tori was always a feisty woman.”
She sat up and bu
ried her face in her hands. “And I was so weak and stupid.”
Scott sat up and put his arm around her. “You were young and brainwashed.”
“I was so mad at Tori that day. I cried and screamed. I wanted to go back to my Master.” She caught Scott’s glance. “But I never heard from Rob again. He never tried to talk to me, never tried to get me to come back. He didn’t even care.” She cupped her hand around her throat. “I’ll never wear another man’s collar.”
Scott didn’t blame her, even though he could already imagine her wearing his. “I think I see why you got into designing beautiful slave jewelry, though.”
Her eyes grew wide as she looked up at him. “I’d never really connected it before. I thought I was just more open to the idea once the opportunity arose, but I think you’re right.”
Scott gathered her close and kissed her gently. He brought her back down onto the mattress with him. “You must be exhausted. Rest for a while.”
“I should probably go home.” She made a token struggle to leave his embrace, but didn’t try too hard.
His heart raced at the thought of her leaving. “Stay the weekend.”
“Scott…”
He understood why she was afraid of another Master/slave relationship. He was proud of how strong she’d grown and was honored that she trusted him enough to even attempt bondage play again. But he still had to earn a lot more trust if they had the chance of anything beyond a one-night stand.
He was already falling fast for this sweet, brave woman. She was the kind of woman he could picture in his life, strong and independent, yet the perfect submissive in the bedroom. He didn’t want to scare her away before they could see if they had a chance at a future together.
“At least stay the night. I’ll fix you breakfast in the morning and show you the property. Then we’ll talk again.”
“Okay.” She sighed and snuggled closer against him. She was asleep almost immediately.
Scott lay there and watched her sleep. He tried to imagine the life she’d had in college, slave to an immature Master who liked playing his side of the power exchange a little too heavily. Scott would have liked to have given him a good talking to. Hopefully, he’d learned the proper way to treat a slave and wasn’t mistreating another submissive unlucky enough to call him Master.
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