by VJ Summers
She’d done scenes with selfish Doms before who hadn’t taken her concerns seriously. She’d learned quickly how to recognize them and steered clear of them in the club. Master Stephen was a perfect mix of demanding and kind man. She’d fallen under his spell like a lot of the subs at the club had. He was extremely popular and now she understood why.
He brushed his lips against her temple. “I’ll be back soon.”
* * * * *
The shower stopped while the steam from it poured from beneath the door. Ginger was still in a hazy fog from her session with Master Stephen and his excellent aftercare. Her body had a delicious ache and her back still felt the sting of his whip.
He truly was the best at what he did. Every single stroke he’d given her had been precise and meaningful. Never before had she sunk so deep into her subspace. She’d forgotten all about the audience, her sole focus had been on the pain that bled into sweet pleasure.
The door to the bathroom opened and he walked out in nothing but a white towel draped low on his hips.
Absently she licked her lips as he approached the bed. He knelt in front of her prone position.
“I don’t want this night to end,” he stated flatly.
Her body began to tingle. “I don’t want that either.”
“Good,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand for her. “The same rules apply—are you in agreement?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, coming to a standing position.
“Present yourself to me.”
She spread her legs slightly apart, hands clasped behind her back and eyes cast down to the thick carpet.
He circled her, stopping at her back. He ran his finger along one of the welts marking her back, eliciting a shiver. He was electric; touching her was like setting off a charge to her system.
Her fog lifted as he stroked her again. He kept tracing the abrasions on her back. Each caress was kindle to the flame of her desire.
“Bend over, take off your panties and stay in that position,” he commanded.
She did as he bade and stepped out of her underwear. She bent at the waist and placed her hands on her knees with her ass in the air.
“That’s beautiful, pet,” he cooed before he slipped his hand between her thighs.
She hissed as he found her clit ring and tugged it slightly, the sensation zipping through her body. She felt it from her head down to her toes.
He left her for a brief moment. She could hear him opening up the large wardrobe housed against the wall. A drawer opened and items were removed, though she couldn’t tell what he had in store for her.
She felt his heat the second he was behind her again. She chanced a look over her shoulder and was met with cold blue eyes.
“I never said you could move.” He sighed. “You will be punished for disobeying me.”
She quivered as she imagined what his punishment might involve. His thumb pressed against her ass. It was cold as he spread some lube along the tight pucker. Next he pressed an anal plug against her, moving his other hand back between her thighs.
He pulled the ring again and this time his thumb slid between her full lower lips and into her swollen pussy. His thumb moved inside, teasing her. He was so damn perfect. From his citrus scent to his beautiful blue eyes to his magic fingers. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of him.
Spreading her ass cheeks apart, he slowly pushed the plug into her ass.
“I want you to relax. Let out a deep breath and push back.” She exhaled and moaned as he pushed slowly past the tight ring of muscles until her body gave way and accepted the plug.
His fingers manipulated her clit in an exquisite dance of pleasure. She found herself pushing back against his hand, wanting him to take his touch deeper.
“I didn’t tell you that you could move,” he reprimanded again. “You’re racking up punishments. I think you’re doing this on purpose.”
She was undaunted by his words. “It feels good.”
He immediately removed his hand, leaving her bereft of his touch.
“I don’t want you to move until I tell you that you can. Do you understand me, pet?”
“Yes, Master.”
He picked up another object and, when he ran it lightly over her skin, she recognized the smooth leather cover of a paddle. “I want you to count off ten.”
One hand went to her clit and started rubbing. When she began to squirm, he smacked her bottom with the paddle.
“Count,” he murmured spanking her again.
“One.” Blood rushed to her ass.
He brought his hand down again. “Two,” she said a little louder as the sound the paddle made against her tender flesh echoed throughout the room.
He brought it down again on the right side of her ass. “Three.”
Then to the opposite cheek. “Four.”
She wished they were in front of a mirror so she could see his face. “Five.” She jumped as he swatted her harder.
He yanked the clit ring, causing her to grunt. “Six,” she cried as her ass began to sting.
“Seven.” The leather-bound instrument made contact yet again.
“Eight.” This time she squealed. Sweet lovely pain swept through her bottom and spread out across the rest of her body.
“Nine.” Her entire body was now experiencing his domination as he moved to one thigh.
“Ten.” He hit her other thigh and she held back the tears. If he touched her clit one more time, she’d come.
He took his hand away. “You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” Man, did she ever!
“You can’t.”
She whimpered at being denied the very thing she wanted most. Release was not to be hers, at least not yet.
“As you wish,” she whispered.
“Good, now on your knees.”
She complied, falling to her knees. The carpet cushioned her position. He moved to the front of her and removed the towel. His cock sprang out, hard and thick, and her mouth watered.
He was rigid with a full mushroomed crown. She felt a little dizzy at the sheer size of him.
He grabbed the base and guided the tip to her lips. “Show me what you can do with that sinful mouth.”
She was determined to give him the best blowjob of her life. She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face as she leaned forward and rubbed her cheek along his shaft. Paying homage to his beautiful body.
She turned her head, running her lips up one side and down the other. She kept the pace painstakingly slow, wanting him to feel the same kind of wonderful torture he’d given to her.
Grasping the base, she ran her tongue around his head and captured a small bead of pre-cum. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time and she wanted more.
She pulled her hand upward as her mouth pressed down. Carefully she took him in, inch by inch. She was forced to relax her jaw to take in his girth. He hit the back of her throat and she swallowed, forcing a groan from him.
With her other hand she cupped his balls. The sac was drawn tight to his body. She felt powerful. That was the only word for it. Every move of her lips and tongue drew him closer to the edge and she was the one in control now.
Her compliance would bring him more pleasure than he could stand and she loved it. A thick, heavy vein ran along the underside of him and she planted her tongue over the path it made, sliding farther down until her lips met her hand.
Pulling back up, she licked his thick mushroom head like an ice-cream cone. Sucking lightly, teasing the bundle of nerves underneath. Flicking her tongue, she elicited yet another moan from him.
Wrapping both hands around his sex, she pumped him up and down in her tight grip. She bent slightly and ran her lips along his balls. Licking the tight sac over and over. Eventually pulling one ball into her mouth and gently sucking on it.
He hissed and tangled his hands in her hair, pulling just enough that she felt it in her pussy.
She pumped him in earnest, determ
ined to make him buckle beneath her caresses. She took him back into the deep recesses of her throat. Saliva filled her mouth and she lubricated his dick with it.
She sucked him in and out, her lips meeting her hands. He thrust his hips forward helping her along that way.
“Your mouth is incredible, pet. Suck me harder.” His order came out on a groan and spurned her on. Sucking him harder and deeper than she’d ever sucked a man before. Everything with him was a new experience. Sure, she’d gone down on men, but never like this. She wanted to crawl inside him and experience every emotion, every sensation with him. Was he as blown away as she was?
She liked what she was doing to his body but she wanted to do more. She wanted him to be a slave to her mouth the same way she wanted to be a slave to his body. She imagined what it would be like to fuck him in public. She was an exhibitionist and knew it would be hot to play dirty little games out in the world.
Sex with him would never be boring. She had tonight to prove to him that he needed her, and that she could please him better than any other woman.
The caress of her tongue became bolder, more confident as she swept it along his sac and back up to his crown. She learned every inch of his dick, tracing the vein from root to tip.
“Enough,” he said and she immediately let him go. He appeared to be a bit disoriented and she loved it. It meant he was as shaken up by the sparks they created as she was.
“Stand,” he said as he helped pull her to her feet. He reached over to the bed and grabbed a set of nipple clamps. She quivered as he brought the jewelry around the front of her.
Boldly, as though she really belonged to him, he reached out and pinched her left nipple. Teasing and tugging until it was tight and puckered. Each tug echoed pleasure in her pussy. She was soaked, her thighs were wet. It was a new experience for her. To be a puddle in the hands of a man she hadn’t even fucked yet.
He placed the clip on her nipple. She hissed from the momentary pain before euphoria set in. She arched her back, meeting his hungry fingers as they reached for her right breast.
He gave it the same careful attention as he had the first. Another bite of the clamp and she was ready to explode. But he wasn’t about to allow her that. No, he was going to tease her the same way she’d teased him. The anticipation was killing her. He bent and lightly flicked each nipple, wetting them with his tongue, and then he gently blew across the wet tips.
Her knees threatened to buckle, and as if he could read her mind, he said, “Go kneel on the bed.”
She got on the mattress and crawled to the middle with her head down and her ass up.
* * * * *
Stephen was in trouble. His body was strung so tight he didn’t know how long he would last once he was buried inside her. He inhaled and exhaled slowly. He needed to get back under control.
The idea that he was about to lose it scared him a little. No female had ever enticed him this much.
He had to taste her. It wasn’t something he wanted; it was something he needed to do.
Going over to the bed, he maneuvered his body, scooting between her thighs.
“Sit on my face,” he demanded, gripping her upper thighs and bringing her pussy closer.
She was trimmed short, her lips were bare and he was a thirsty man. Turning his head, he licked her thigh. Sweet cream covered her delicate flesh and he was going to drink up every bit of it until she was nothing more than a trembling pile of desperate need.
He spread her lips to reveal her clit ring. His tongue snaked out to tangle with the silver jewelry. He would buy her a new one with a real emerald in it. She deserved to have good jewels covering her wicked body. Raising his head slightly, he dragged his tongue down her lips, sucking the juice that was weeping from her pussy.
Zeroing in on her entrance, he penetrated her sweet tunnel, spearing his tongue in and out and all around her cunt. Going back to the ring, he flicked it until her hips began to gyrate.
“That’s it, pet, I want you to ride my face.” He continued to lick her clit and then tongue fucked her.
“Master, may I come?” Her desperate words pulled at his heart.
“Yes, pet,” he whispered, then latched on to her clit ring and tugged it gently until her thighs tightened and her body shivered. She pressed down harder as her orgasm shook through her, vibrating her entire body.
He crawled out from beneath her and knelt behind. Grabbing the condom package, he ripped it open and quickly sheathed himself. He gripped a hip with one hand and guided his dick with the other. He teased her, running the tip of his cock along her wet slit.
“Are you ready for me?” he whispered, bending over to lick her tattoo. The delicate flowers peppered her back and were gorgeous to look at. Her skin was still a pretty shade of pink from their earlier session and her ass was a delicious red from the paddle.
He pushed inside her and she tightened her inner muscles, clamping down around him. He moaned as he slowly tunneled his way until he was fully seated within her.
“You feel like a glove wrapped around me.” He was filled with wonder. Never had a woman fit so well. Her body was so responsive to his every touch. She was just naughty enough to challenge him. And he loved a good challenge.
He traced the flowers on her back. “These are beautiful.”
“It burned when I got it.”
“Perfect, and you loved it, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Master, I did.”
He leaned over and kissed the flowers. His tongue traced every single bud etched into her creamy flesh.
“If I had a long-term slave, I wouldn’t collar her. She’d have to get a tattoo declaring to the world whom exactly she belonged to.” What he wouldn’t give to have her carry his mark on her skin. He’d be able to look at it whenever he chose and everyone would know she was his.
“Yes, an infinity sign,” he whispered, more to himself than to her. He began to move in and out, slowly as first. He gripped her hair with one hand and her hip with the other. Increasing his pace, he let go of her hip and pressed his fingers against the raised skin on her back, dragging his fingers along the welts. Her body wiggled and shivered every time he traced another mark. He thrust hard, making her lurch forward.
Pulling back on her hair, he tightened his grip. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Master,” she said without hesitation.
“Who do you serve?”
“You,” she cried as he pounded her. He couldn’t get deep enough. His hand went around her and found her swollen clit. His body screamed for release but he denied himself, wanting to draw out the pleasure for as long as he possibly could.
Letting go of her hair, he pulled at the chain between the nipple clamps. With each thrust, each stroke and each tug, her body released more cream on his dick. He slid easily in and out of her. She was sheer perfection.
“Can I move, Master?” she asked.
“Oh yeah, pet, push back against me.” He let go of the chain and moved that hand to her ass. He gripped the end of the plug and slowly turned it. With each thrust, he turned the plug once. Rubbed her clit once.
She was so fucking wet, so needy. He loved that he was the one doing this to her. She was like clay that he was molding into a beautiful submissive. Taking his cock as deep as he could go. Many women had been intimidated by his size, but not her. No, her pussy held on to him, the friction exploding along his nerve endings.
He began to pound hard, over and over, bumping her cervix. She yelped and he continued to fuck her hard and deep.
She mewed and groaned. “Harder, please harder,” she begged. He gave her what she craved and really let loose. His hands moved from her clit to her nipples, from her ass to her hips.
She’d have bruises in the morning, a reminder of the night they were having. Would she smile? Would she masturbate to the memory? He was going to.
He leaned down, kissing the nape of her neck, taking a playful bite then whispering in her ear. “Come for me. I want to feel
you come undone with my cock inside you.”
She thrust back hard against him and every muscle in her body seized up before letting go. He stilled within her long enough to gently remove the nipple clamps and toss them aside.
Moving again, he thrust once, twice, then followed her into nirvana, his climax pouring from him into her. After a moment they both fell to the mattress. He went to his side and pulled her back to his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. “You are wonderful. You respond so beautifully to me.”
“Thank you.” She kissed his forearm and snuggled back into his embrace.
* * * * *
Aftercare.
It hadn’t always been a part of the few kinky relationships she’d had, but since coming to Velvet Ice, it was something she’d come to crave as much as the scenes themselves.
Master Stephen was as good at the aftercare as he was at everything else. He’d held her until sticky and sweaty became irritating and itchy, then directed her gently to her stomach and slipped the plug from between her cheeks before rolling gracefully off the bed.
The cloth he used to cleanse the slick folds of her pussy was thick and soft, and just cool enough to feel amazing against the swollen flesh. Ginger closed her eyes and basked in the attention, still floating on endorphins and the exhaustion that only came from an intense scene and truly cataclysmic sex.
He tossed the cloth to the side and took up a new one, gliding it lightly over her still-raw-feeling skin, guiding her gently back into her body stroke by stroke. Another light application of aloe gel, and Ginger felt like she was a part of the real world again, though she knew everything would seem sharp-edged and loud until after a full night’s sleep.
“Back with me, pet?” He’d moved to sit at the head of the bed. When she opened heavy lids, he was there, all bronzed, silky skin and snug leather pants left open to expose the fine line of dark hair that led the way to the beautiful cock that had used her so well.
“Never left you, Master,” she murmured, and it was the truth. “Left planet Earth, but I didn’t leave you.”
