Mastered by His Touch-Complete Box Set

by Skylar Cross

  Lube!

  Just the click of the lube cap kicks me up a notch. God, I'm such a dirty girl!

  He massages the lube all around my ass. I squiggle back and forth, my butt now as impatient as my pussy.

  I want my ass filled now!

  I moan as he puts a finger in my ass. Then another.

  Yeeesssssssssss!

  He massages a ton of lube all in and around. I keep trying to spread my cheeks more but they're at maximum width.

  Okay, buddy, my asshole is ready! Now fuck me! C'mon, go!

  Then his fingers are out.

  The anticipation and excitement are almost too much for me. Goosebumps break out. My breathing is shallow and fast. With my eyes shut, head pressed onto my right side into the pillow, I can't wait for that first slow deep thrust. I want it so bad I could scream.

  Then I feel it.

  I let out a big grunt.

  But shit, it's not inside me. He just slapped the length of my crack with it. He rubs it all up and down my crack. I respond by moving my ass up and down.

  Smack! goes his cock on my butt crack again.

  I shake all over.

  This is too good.

  He slides his cock all up and down my crack several more times, then finally... oh God finally!... I feel his tip pressing at my butthole.

  I take a deep breath, awaiting the delightful invasion.

  But he just holds it there.

  "Do you want to feel my cock in your ass again?" he says.

  "Yes!" I say.

  Easy answer.

  "Say please," he says.

  My hands go out to my sides and beat the bed.

  "Please!" I say.

  "Please what?"

  "Please fuck my ass!"

  "What ass? This ass?"

  As he asks he presses his tip into my anus. But only a little.

  "Yes!" I say.

  "Beg me!"

  "Oh God! Please! Please! Please fuck my ass!"

  Then he pulls his tip back out.

  What the fuck?

  Then it's back, just outside, pressing in.

  "Well then," he says, "you know what I'm going to do?"

  "What?" I say, almost crying now.

  "I'm going to fuck you in the ass and make you orgasm even harder than before."

  With that, he steadily moves his manhood deep into me. Again, I feel myself stretch open wide to welcome in his incredible girth. Again, tingles travel all up and down my spine. Again, I feel his tip hit the wall of my colon. Right where it belongs.

  This time it truly is even better. He moves back and I feel that familiar evacuation feel... so dirty to know I'm experiencing it with a naked cock.

  Then he presses into me again. The second thrust is almost better than the first.

  "Fuck!" I shout.

  "You like that, don't you?" he says with a laugh.

  "Yes!"

  He continues to move slowly, driving me into a frenzy. I keep trying to get him to move faster by moving backward.

  But he controls the pace and keeps it slow, driving me crazy with his patience and commanding stance. He knows exactly what he's doing and he does it well.

  Each time his tip hits the deepest part in me, I feel a tiny jolt that sends ever-increasing electrical impulses to my clit. An orgasm is on the launch pad.

  Just chill, Kiri. Forget about coming. Enjoy it.

  Then... finally... he picks up the pace and my butt is finally slammed the way it ought to be. My orgasm rises up, getting ready to blow.

  "Don't you dare come until I tell you to!" he says as he wildly fucks away.

  Oh God, I don't think I can stop it! This is the most intense sensation I've ever felt in my life!

  Then he's out.

  He grabs me and with force flips me over. Suddenly he's on top of me, his face hovering over mine. His eyes look directly into me. His breathing comes out in little grunts. My eyes are wide, drinking in the aquamarine sea in his irises.

  Then he reaches behind my head and grabs a pillow. He leans back, reaches under me, and lifts me up. He puts the pillow under me, raising my butt up.

  He dives down and licks my wide open ass.

  God, it feels like he can get his entire head up there now!

  Then he puts in some more lube and lifts my legs up high. He places the tip of his cock at my hole again.

  I look down and watch as the giant pole disappears into my butt. Such a beautiful visual.

  He presses my knees up to my head as he sinks deep into my ass again. With me on my back, his cock is now hitting at a slightly different angle. This one creates a direct line to my clit.

  I gasp, thoroughly amazed and delighted at what this man is doing to me. He brings his face down to mine, hovering about an inch away. It's like our souls touch when our eyes meet.

  We just keep staring into each other as he rams my ass harder and harder. I seem to lose myself in something even better than an orgasm. It's like a plateau of pleasure. Part orgasm, part secure, part loved, part cherished, and part just so damned happy. Blend all that together and that's how I feel.

  His thrusts become like a jack hammer. My orgasm returns full-force, riding the edge. I do my best to keep it down until he says to come, but I don't know if I can.

  "Not yet," he says.

  Not yet? I can't even breathe. I'm right on the edge. I don't think I can stop it!

  He just pummels me and I start to let out little screams. Or maybe they're cries, I don't know.

  Then a few more hammers and he says...

  "Come hard for me now!"

  I implode in a storm of elation. I shake uncontrollably as I come all over my body. My fingertips come. My nipples come. My toes come. Everything comes.

  I scream.

  Loud.

  So good. Oh God, so fucking good!

  He grunts like an animal with a big hard thrust. I scream again.

  Panting, we slow down and the room begins to re-form around us. It went away there for a while, like we were on a cloud in the sky.

  I realize I can hear my pulse in my ears. I'm covered in sweat. So is he. He pulls out of me. We're both a sticky, steamy, sweaty happy mess.

  He falls down onto the bed next to me, wrapping me in his arms.

  We're both still breathing heavily but soon we return to normal and just lay there. I bury my head on his chest, cherishing the moment. His arms hold me close like someone he's loved for years.

  He leans down and kisses me softly on the cheek. I look into his eyes and feel more fulfilled than I had ever hoped to feel. I close my eyes and rest my head back onto his chest.

  We stay that way for a while until we both fall asleep.

  Chapter 5

  "Fuck, what an amazing day," said Caden.

  My eyes opened.

  Shit, where am I?

  I felt Caden's breathing under me, the steady lift up and down of his chest. His arm draped over my back, strumming light notes all up and down my spine.

  It was real!

  It really happened!

  That god of a man who waltzed into the bank that bright day has fucked me.

  Twice!

  I don't remember joy like this.

  I looked up at him.

  "What time is it?" I said.

  "Five in the afternoon," he said. "But that two-hour nap felt like eight. I think we both needed it, though."

  He kissed me on the lips, then looked into my eyes.

  "Hungry?" he said.

  "Uh-huh," I said.

  Actually, I was beyond hungry. I hadn't eaten since Dan's the night before.

  He leaped off the bed and looked down at the sheets.

  "Hm, maybe we'd better shower again."

  Then I was up in his arms being carried into the bathroom.

  He started the water and stepped in with me. We lathered each other up and just as we were almost clean, I found myself pressed up against the shower wall with his dick up my sore but happy asshole a third time.
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  And yes, I came a third time from anal.

  Best day of my life yet.

  Once we were finally clean again, he vanished and re-emerged wearing a T-shirt and gym shorts.

  He led me to a large girly bedroom with a four-poster bed done in lavish pinks. Mahogany French Renaissance dresser and chest of drawers.

  He swung open the door to a walk-in closet.

  "Dress for dinner," he said in that oh-so-fucking-hot commanding tone. "I'm sure you'll find something you like in here."

  He kissed me and left the room.

  I went over to the big bed and just plopped myself down on its luxurious fluffiness. I can't believe this day.

  Shit, I'd better check my phone.

  I pulled my Android out of my purse and found text messages from Dan and Troy checking up on me. I texted them back that I'm fine and not to worry.

  There was also a call from my mom. I called her.

  "Kiri!" she said. "Where have you been? Dan has been looking for you. Did something happen at the bank?"

  "I'm fine, Mom," I said. "Better than ever, in fact. But look, I can't really talk. I'm going out to dinner. I just wanted to call to let you know everything is okay."

  "Kiri, what's wrong?"

  "Nothing, mom. Nothing at all. Really. I'm going out to dinner on a... date... with a wonderful man."

  "A date? Are you sure you should be going out on a date? Who are you going out on a date with? Where did you meet this man?"

  "Mom! It's okay. Everything is fine. Just calm down, okay?"

  "Kiri, we need to talk about something."

  I didn't like the tone she had switched into.

  "Mom, I told you. I'm fine. I'll call you when I get home."

  "Kiri, this is important. I want you to come home for a day or two. There have been some things going on that are... well... very strange."

  "Strange? What do you mean, strange?"

  "I got something in the mail the other day and... well... I think I know what it's about. Something from a long time ago. But I need to sit down to explain it to you."

  "Mom, what's wrong? Is everything all right? Is Dad having heart problems again?"

  "No no, it's not that. Your father is fine. Will you just please come home sometime soon? When is your next day off?"

  "Not until Tuesday," I said. "But I'll take the bus early and spend the afternoon."

  "Okay."

  "Well, I gotta go. I'll call you when I get home."

  "Be careful, Kiri. I love you."

  "I love you too, Mom."

  That was strange. What is she talking about? Something from a long time ago she said. What did she mean by that? And what came in the mail? God, things are getting weird lately.

  But I've been commanded to get dressed for dinner. And so I will.

  I stepped into the walk-in closet to find my own private department store of women's apparel.

  Hmph.

  Everything was there in all sizes. Formal. Elegant but not-so-formal. Casual. Slutty. Panties in sealed store display bags. Lingerie from Agent Provocateur.

  Double hmph.

  I probably spent an hour in there trying on outfits.

  Dress for dinner, he said. Shit, I don't hang around with billionaires so I'm not fully sure what that means.

  After about twenty tries, I decided on a white sleeveless pebble crepe drape front dress by Nicole Miller. To that I added the most gorgeous Jimmy Choo pumps with little glittering crystals and a white and gold Louis Vuitton clutch with leather tassels.

  Hey, nothing wrong with celebrating spring, right?

  In the big three-way mirror the Pacific Islander girl staring back at me looked pretty fucking fabulous if I do say so myself. Curves in all the right places. Ass could lose a little but Caden Storm and his magic cock both seem to like it.

  But even with the glamorous overlay, I knew I was out of my league. They're just clothes. Underneath, I'm still nothing but Kiri who works at the bank.

  I sighed, not allowing myself to overanalyze this afternoon's adventures. I have no idea where all this is going and at the moment I don't care. Today I am the happiest girl on Earth and that's all I know. If I die tonight, I will have lived fully.

  I stepped out of the bedroom and found my way to the kitchen.

  It wasn't hard. All I had to do was follow the cooking smell. Something was on and it smelled amazing.

  Huh? I thought he said to dress for dinner. Didn't he mean we were going out?

  When I arrived at the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks.

  Caden had two pots and a sauté pan going. Lobster shells were cracked open, emptied of their meat. He was chopping mushrooms and fennel. Just as I arrived, he put the chopped pieces into one of the pots and poured in some white wine.

  He noticed me and stopped.

  He leaned on the counter and reached for a glass of wine, still staring at me.

  "You know," he said, "I fucked you three times today and it's all I can do to stop myself from leaping over this counter and ripping that dress off you."

  I blushed and smiled.

  "But out of respect to the designer of that dress I will control myself," he said. "For now. Not to mention I'm incredibly hungry. Although an appetizer of you wouldn't hurt. But no."

  He poured a glass of white wine into a glass and put it on the countertop in front of me. I stepped down, picked it up, and took a sip.

  "You said dress for dinner," I said.

  "Yes I did," he said. "And here is dinner."

  But he was wearing a T-shirt and shorts.

  "Oh, I'd better change then," I said. "I thought you meant we're going to eat out."

  "We are going to eat out and you're dressed perfectly," he said. "If I can control myself that is, which is becoming ever more doubtful the more I look at you."

  He put the glass down and refocused on cooking. I watched him with fascination. Like a performance artist, he glided around the kitchen while carefully tending to each ingredient in whatever this dish with the incredible aroma is.

  Eventually, it ended up on a square plate. A concoction of lobster, noodles, mushrooms, fennel, spices, and a fragrant sauce. He finished it off with chopped parsley and a fine grating of walnuts.

  "Allow me to escort you to the dining room," he said.

  I followed him to the outdoor patio, finding myself at the very same table on which I was fucked by him earlier today. It all seemed to glow in the darkness of night which had settled in over the ocean.

  But now it was covered with a white tablecloth. A large pastel green candle flickered in the middle. Two place settings.

  Still April in Boston, the night air had grown chill. But there was warmth coming from somewhere below. Floor heaters maybe?

  He pulled out my chair and I sat down.

  "Miss," he said, "your date just called and said he would join you in five minutes. He said to enjoy the view and the wine until he arrives."

  "Oh, thank you," I said with a smile.

  He vanished and I sipped some more of my wine.

  Is this the same morning that I woke up on Dan's couch and Nikki drove me into work?

  Holy shit, it is the same day! But that feels like a month ago.

  As the Boston skyline twinkled and glittered all around me, I marveled at all that happened since this morning.

  It had all started with a dream. A dream of a boy on a boat. A boy on a boat whose face I couldn't see and who transformed into Caden Storm.

  Then I saw Nikki's Adam's apple. Then got a verbal warning from Barbara for being late. Then the key drop that never happened. Agent Henderson. The man in his sixties with the white hair and moustache. The gorgeous Latina. The name Caden Storm. Caden Storm in pictures with lots of girls.

  I sipped some more wine.

  Then the key under Barbara's desk. The T ride downtown. Bay Towers. Forrester letting me in. Caden Storm showing up and fucking me in the sunshine on this table. Caden Storm fucking me in his bed. Caden Sto
rm fucking me in the shower.