Mastered by His Touch-Complete Box Set

by Skylar Cross

  "No," I said. "Do I know them?"

  He frowned and just nodded, then looked at the floor.

  "Why would they call you to tell you where I was?" I said.

  "Because they wanted something in trade," he said. "They wanted the location of some gold. Some gold that once belonged to a man named Maru Huang."

  "I'm getting confused. Who is Maru Huang?"

  Caden moved over and sat down next to me on the couch. He took both my hands.

  "Maru Huang is your father," he said. "But before I go on, I need to ask. Kiri, what's the first thing you remember?"

  "You," I said, "saving me from the sinking boat."

  "Are you sure that's the earliest memory you have?"

  "Yes. Why?"

  "Because there's more, Kiri. And when it comes back to you, it's... not going to be good. Not good at all. I'm here to help you through it."

  His eyes held mine. Our hands clasped. I should have felt fear at the prospect of another flashback that hadn't hit me yet. Apparently the worst one.

  But his touch infused me with a calm shield of protection. I knew that whatever it was, I could face it.

  But my headache was on its way back. Overloading my brain. I made a decision to shut everything down again. This was all too much.

  "I'm going to bed," I said. "I need to rest."

  "Of course," he said as he stood up.

  "Stay with me."

  Again, we found ourselves nestled together. Again his heart beat in my ear. This time, we were in his massive bedroom with a spectacular view of Logan Airport.

  As we lay there, I couldn't help but feel complete. I couldn't explain it. Even though I was having these terrible flashbacks and learning my true identity, it was all okay. As long as this man held me.

  After a while of watching planes taking off and landing, I feel a stirring. I snuggle closer to him and stroke his massive arms.

  He returns the favor, his strong fingers running up and down my spine. With each stroke, I feel electrical impulses traveling through my body.

  I turn my head into his naked chest. I stick my tongue out and lick it. At the same time I move my hands to his back, massaging his broad muscles. As I rub them, my pussy springs to life.

  His fingers draw light patterns on my back. I move my lips up to his neck. I stick my tongue out and lick the crevices above his massive pectoral muscles.

  I feel his body respond, as if a fire passes through him. His hands stroke my back harder, pulling me up to his face.

  I find myself at his mouth, his lips under mine. We kiss softly, rubbing our lips back and forth. He sucks my upper lip into his mouth and licks it.

  My river down below begins its throbbing flow. I spread my legs and mount his body. His massive cock expands underneath me like a hot lava balloon filling up with solid granite.

  My clit finds it, rubbing herself on the center of his thick massiveness. My wet gush dribbles down onto him in a furious stream.

  His hands press into my back, pulling me into him as he moves his attention to my lower lip. He sucks it inside and licks it. My hands find the sides of his head and fluff his hair.

  I realize I'm grinding my pussy lips on his shaft, creating a moist playground.

  Fuck, I've got to get down there!

  I pull away from his face, then move down to his sharp chin, lightly biting it along the way. He bucks a little at that, the tip of his pole reaching almost to the center of my breasts.

  I move back down to his chest, rappelling down the rocky ledges of solid muscle. His cock is getting closer. I can almost taste it.

  I kiss and lick him all the way down. My outstretched arms find his powerful biceps. As I lick the shadowy cavern underneath his chest, I feel something tap the underside of my chin.

  Oh God, that's my boy! I'm almost there!

  One more inch down and I am kissing the most glorious cock I have ever seen. Perfectly straight. And thick. At least eight inches, maybe ten. I try not to ravage it, my tongue making little circles all over the massive flared head.

  I move my hands down to fully grip and explore every part of this perfect specimen of man meat. I feel it throb under me as I press my tongue hard into it, traveling all the way down to the base.

  God, it's like a zeppelin! I still can't believe this has been all the way up my ass!

  I resume my exploration as his hands find my head. He grabs my hair and pulls lightly.

  A slick fire is now burning in my crotch, lighting fountains of fireworks. My pussy is making her case for this bad boy tonight.

  My asshole speaks up, opening and clenching a few times as if to rebut my pussy, shouting No! Me again!

  While the thought of him inside my asshole yet again is almost enough to send me over the edge itself, I need to heal a little back there. I was way sore today from yesterday's anal games.

  Nope, my front girl is getting the goodies tonight.

  Not to mention my mouth.

  I plant my hands on his trim waist, moving my lips all along the giant hammer right to the top. I swish my tongue around at the same time, creating a delightful mix of saliva and cooch juice that my swollen labia had left there.

  My hands move together, wrapping themselves around the base of his erection. I move him upwards as my mouth reaches his tip.

  I look him directly in the eyes as I wrap my lips around his head, feeding my mouth with his shaft.

  I take him in deep, all the way to the back of my throat.

  Oh God, I love it when the tip hits the back of my throat! I'm such a fucking dirty girl!

  There is no way I can get this entire monster in my mouth. So I grip the thick bottom of his shaft with my hands, allowing spittle to drift down where I rub his base while I start my suction machine.

  If there's one thing I do well, it's suck cock. My old boyfriend Kevin named my talent the "Dyson treatment" after the vacuum cleaner.

  Caden seems to agree, according to the way his body bucks up and down as I suck. I move into a better position sitting on his legs. Little does he know I've been holding back.

  I pop him out of my mouth and lick all the way down to his base, nibbling at his little hairs down there. He's nicely trimmed, but not shaved. I hate shaved on a man. I need a little tuft of pubic delight. Not a lot, which is disgusting. But enough to remind me this is a man, not a boy.

  I pull a few of his pubes with my teeth. One comes out into my mouth. I reach up and pull it out.

  Then I massage his shaft with my hands as I dip down and take each of his balls into my mouth. He moans with delight as I apply just a little suction to each, wallowing in the musky manly smell and taste.

  They are magnificent. Each one fills my mouth as I squeeze his shaft up and down.

  Dirty girl that I am, I travel even further south.

  I've never understood girls who hold back. If you're going to be a dirty girl, then be a fucking dirty girl!

  My tongue presses into his hairy taint. He groans.

  Then I slide wetly down to his asshole. We're not in the best position for this, so I have to stretch the tip of my tongue out until I find his puckery rosebud. I dab into the tiny crevices around it as I squeeze the base of his cock with my left hand and strum the rest of it with my right.

  He bucks again, letting out a grunt.

  I move up to the crevice next to his balls, pressing my tongue into his groin muscle. As I rise back to the beast of a tower above me, I meet his eyes again.

  My look says I'll out-dirty any other girl you have ever known.

  His look says You are going to get so fucked!

  I lick in left-to-right swishes all the way back up to the giant head awaiting me. I take it back home into my mouth and delight in the expression on Caden's face as I go "full Dyson."

  His eyes go wide and he grabs my hair again. This time he pulls harder, moving my head up and down his shaft as I suck as hard as I can.

  My throat becomes wonderfully sore as it takes a beating from his
head. He's slamming himself into my mouth now, face-fucking me with raw abandon.

  The sight of him sprawled beneath me combined with the jackhammer in my face has me on edge. I can't help it. I reach down to my clit.

  All it takes is one touch and I come.

  At the same time he launches a hot white river of spunk into my mouth. It's an eruption of thick salty delight as my clit dances for joy in ecstatic spasms.

  He emits a low guttural scream as more explosive cream spews all over my throat, choking me as it falls back down into my mouth.

  As his man cream travels over my taste buds, I come again. I love nothing better for dessert than hot white yummy man juice.

  I laugh.

  It's a laugh of joy. After all I've been through the past couple of days, it feels so good to forget all of it in this incredible moment of raw abandon.

  Caden reaches to my neck and pulls me roughly upward. Then his hands are under my arms, lifting me up to his face in one swift movement.

  Damn, he's strong!

  He holds me above him, our noses touching. He stares into my eyes. I feel the bond again. The warmth. The connection. I am whole.

  Does he realize I have a mouthful of cum and I haven't swallowed yet?

  He presses my lips into his and our mouths open. The hot viscous liquid washes around the inside of our mouths as our tongues tussle. I press the thick white sinewy strands of it into the spaces between his teeth.

  As we make out, we both swallow.

  Oh God yes! I've got myself a dirty man! He tongues my asshole and swallows his own cum. I'm so fucking happy!

  I crash into his neck.

  We're both still breathing heavily. As we come back down to earth, Caden rubs my body all over with his hands.

  We stay like that for a few minutes until our breathing rhythms and heartbeats return somewhat to normal.

  I feel his lips on my forehead again. He kisses my eyelids. Then my cheeks. Then my nose. Then down to my mouth.

  He roughly pushes me off him and is on top of me. He reaches behind him and rips the top sheet out from under the blanket.

  His face is a bestial mask, intense and wicked. An alarm bell goes off in my head, and yet I feel no fear.

  The sheet is in his hands. He wraps it until it's long and thick. Then he brings it to my face and forces it into my mouth, gagging me.

  I let out a little scream.

  "Kiri, I need to know something," he says.

  My eyes are wide and my heart is in my throat. My teeth bite down onto the sheet.

  His stare above me is animalistic, a savage drilling into my soul. While this is intense and jarring, I still feel no fear.

  "Kiri, do you trust me?" he says. "I need to know you trust me."

  I nod yes.

  "Not good enough!" he shouts as he tightens the gag. "Do... you... trust... me?"

  My eyes go wide and I feel a sweat break out all over me. With his weight on top of me and in our current position, I couldn't possibly kick him off me. He positions his legs so that I can't even knee him in the balls if I needed to.

  He has me.

  Both mentally and physically. I am at his mercy.

  "Yes!" I attempt to shout through the gag.

  He just continues his mind-numbing stare, moving closer to me.

  "You... are... mine..." he says in a guttural grunt. At the words my clit starts her power-up sequence. "I... own... you!"

  The feminist in me starts to object, but the primal woman in me tosses her aside.

  I want to be owned by this man!

  He pulls the sheet out of my mouth. I gasp for air, reclaiming my breath.

  He forcefully throws my arms over my head, scooting upward so he's sitting over my chest. I'm not sure what he's doing.

  Then I feel the sheet being tied around my left wrist. Then to something else, the bedpost maybe. Then the same for the right one.

  I tug. I am bound to the bed, unable to slip out of the tight knots he made from the sheet.

  I'm pretty sure he's done this before.

  He moves his face down to mine and licks my cheek.

  "Have you ever been bound before?" he says.

  "No," I say.

  "How does it feel to know you can't escape? That your body is at my complete mercy and control?"

  He licks my other cheek like he's trying to taste my skin.

  I didn't know how to answer the question. I didn't want to shout I love it! even though that's what my pussy was screaming.

  "I..." I began to say.

  "Shhhhh," he says as he puts his finger over my mouth. "Don't answer with those lips. Tell me with your other ones."

  He dives his face down to my slit and licks one long hard lick from the bottom all the way to the top, pressing hard.

  She gives him his answer.

  And almost comes.

  He is back up at my face, staring down into my eyes again.

  "I'm not your average man," he says.

  I noticed.

  "I take what I want," he says. "And when I claim it, it's mine. But when it's mine, I love it and protect it like it's a part of me. Do you understand me?"

  Oh God, what's wrong with me? I shouldn't like being called "it" like some inanimate object. But the word "it" sends a thrill up and down my spine, making my back arch upward.

  "You ran away from me today," he says. "I didn't like that at all. You should have trusted me."

  "I know," I say. "I'm sorry."

  "Quiet! Do not speak unless I tell you to!"

  Oh God, you're going to have to fuck me soon! I can't take much more of this!

  I don't know why I'm responding like I am. It's like he's talking to a deep part of me hidden away somewhere, a part of me that craves this.

  He licks my neck in one hard swath all the way up to my ear, again like he's trying to taste me. I buck under him and let out a little grunt.

  Fuck, I'm on the edge and he's not even touching my pussy or asshole! How is he doing this?

  "You want this," he says, back with our noses touching. "You want to be owned. Controlled. Mastered. You want to be my personal property."

  "Yes!" I say.

  I didn't even mean to say it. It just came from inside somewhere.

  He moves down to my left breast and bites my nipple. I feel pain.

  A ripple of pleasure shoots through me like lightning.

  "Fuck!" I say as my entire body convulses. I tug on the ropes of bedsheet that bind my hands. Caden's weight keeps my legs in place, pinning me down.

  "You like being bound, don't you?" he says.

  "Yes."

  "Tell me. Tell me how much you love being my personal property."

  "I love being your personal property."

  The words send another lightning bolt through me. I hear myself moan.

  "Who owns your body?" he says.

  "You... do..." I say.

  "Say it! Who owns your body? Tell me!"

  I'm having trouble getting the words out between gasps of ecstatic tingles.

  "You... you... own... my... body..."

  "Tell me it's my property."

  "My... body... is... your... property..."

  Oh God, why does this turn me on so fucking much? WHY? It makes no sense. All I know is that I'm in some sort of altered blissful state. My pussy and asshole are both clenching and releasing uncontrollably... without being touched.

  "Since your body is my property," he says, "what do I have the right to do with it?"

  "Anything you want," I say.

  "Correct answer. Now you will be rewarded."

  He moves his tongue down to my mound. He strums my inner lips like a musical instrument as he holds my legs down firmly.

  He presses the tip of his tongue hard into my nub.

  I can't take any more. I come. I feel the burn on my wrists as I pull on my restraints. All my muscles clench up as I feel the orgasm all over me.

  "Oh God!" I shout.