With This Collar (Mastered)

by Cartwright, Sierra

  “Now tell me how this is.” He tightened the clamps.

  She cried out and strained against her bonds. “I understand what the fuss is about,” she said around a whimper. “That hurts, really bad!”

  “And this will hurt even more.” He ratcheted up the tension, squeezing into her nipple hard.

  “I can’t take that, Sir!”

  “Of course you can. And more.” He increased the pressure a tiny bit more.

  She was panting and moving her body in a little dance as she sought to deal with the pain. He liked the way her mouth pursed, and the furrow dug between her eyebrows.

  “It’s too, too much.”

  “These are some of the lightest clamps I own. Unless you want me to get another set or move these to your labia, I suggest you stop fighting.”

  She dragged in breath after breath.

  The tips of her nipples were distended beautifully. He moved two fingers rapidly through her slick folds. He liked how aroused she became, and how quickly it happened. “Don’t come,” he told her.

  “There’s no chance.”

  “Oh?” He captured her gaze. “None?”

  “My nipples hurt too bad.”

  “Uh-huh,” he said, ignoring her complaints. “Such a pretty pussy,” he said, continuing to fondle her.

  Her thighs quivered.

  “I can see it’s absolutely too much pain for you, girl.”

  “Sir!”

  “So why are you fighting off your orgasm and hoping I’ll relent and tell you to come?”

  He saw her dig her bare toes into the floor.

  When he sensed she was on the verge, he moved his hand away.

  She cursed.

  “I like having you there,” he said. “Helpless. Bound. At my mercy. No matter what I do, you have to take it. There’s no escape for you, Julia.”

  Her mouth was open, and he could tell she was breathing through it. She must have adjusted to the rubber-tipped clamps on her nipples, but he had diabolical ways of reminding her of their presence.

  He crossed the room to grab his flogger and shook out the dozen thick strands near her face. “This one is fairly soft and supple. It will cause a dull pain rather than a sharp, searing one. It’s an excellent introduction, and it is well-suited for frontal beatings.” He waited a moment. “What colour are you on?”

  “Yellow, Sir.”

  “Do you need to stop?”

  She shook her head, but her gaze was on the flogger.

  “This is much less impactful than the tawse and my belt. You’ve already taken much more pain than this will deliver.”

  “Could we start with a couple of hits?”

  “Julia, from what I know of you, you’re going to love this thing.”

  “I’m not convinced.”

  “Three,” he said.

  She nodded.

  He landed three different strokes. He caught her upper chest, then her belly, then a little lower so that a couple of tips licked her inner thighs. She’d experienced thirty-six stinging bites from the leather, and she’d barely whimpered. He dropped his arm to his side and waited.

  “More,” she said.

  “Harder? Or the same?”

  “Harder,” she said. “Harder, Sir.”

  He nodded. He began to flog her gently, all over her body, her breasts, thighs, ribs.

  She closed her eyes and murmured, “Yes.”

  He took a small step back to give him more leverage and freedom of movement. He increased the intensity, catching her on the breasts.

  Her head fell forward a little.

  Watching her carefully, he found a rhythm that stung her but didn’t sear her skin. Even without his coaching, she breathed deeply, the breaths evenly spaced and fairly far apart. His Julia was getting into this.

  She made sounds that were somewhere between a purr and moan. She intoxicated him.

  He hit her a little harder, everywhere, including between her legs. Her body jerked in response, but she never cried out. “Can you hear me, Julia?”

  She didn’t respond.

  He continued the flogging with consistent snaps of his wrist. “Julia?”

  “Shh.”

  Was it possible she’d achieved subspace with her first light flogging? “Talk to me,” he said. “What colour are you on?”

  Again she was silent.

  He stopped for a moment and took hold of her chin, gently tipping her head back. “Open your eyes.”

  She barely did, but it was enough for him to recognise the glaze of arousal and the glare of her annoyance.

  “You are lovely in your submission,” he said.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  That she didn’t protest his words showed him how far she’d come. “I think you’ve had enough.”

  “I’d like to continue,” she said. “Just a few more. And a little harder, Sir.”

  He debated for a moment. It was her first experience with the flogger, but he was using a light one. Parts of her skin were pink, but there was nothing that would bruise. He stepped back into position to release a volley of smacks, specifically aimed towards her pussy and breasts.

  “More on my pussy, please.”

  He turned his body to make sure the leather thongs caressed between her legs. He knew it had to sting, but she didn’t complain. In fact, her body language drove him on.

  Finally, knowing she’d had enough, even if she didn’t acknowledge it herself, he dropped the flogger.

  “Please, Sir, I really want to come. I’ve never felt like this before.”

  He fingered her hungry cunt, and she began to jerk against him. “Already?” he asked against her ear. Her body was hot, her breaths were laboured, and she was pulling restlessly against her bonds. “You’re not on the edge yet, are you, girl?”

  “Yes! Let me come, damn you. Please. Please, Sir!”

  “You’re begging like a shameless hussy.”

  “Yes.” She thrust out her hips as much as her confines allowed.

  “You’re being wanton.”

  “My whole body is on fire, Sir. Do you understand?”

  “I understand what you need, girl. And you can fucking wait until I say.” He reached up and mercilessly squeezed one of her clamped nipples.

  She moaned and screamed his name.

  “Do you want me thinking you’re a slut?”

  He waited for a reaction to his vulgar language, but she said, “I don’t care. I’m your slut, Sir.”

  A feeling of possession pulsed in him. She’d been right in what she’d said earlier. There was a trade-off when you didn’t have a permanent relationship. That was loneliness. Until tonight, he hadn’t known just how empty his nights were. He squeezed her cunt hard. He thought about using a vibrator, but he wanted the intimacy of skin to skin. “Come, girl.”

  Her scream tore through the room, echoing off the ceiling.

  He continued to stimulate her as sobs racked her body.

  “Thank you,” she said finally, still choking on her words. “God. Oh God. Thank you.” Tears fell from her eyes, something he never thought he would see from her. “Damn it. Damn! Thank you.”

  He kissed her and muttered soothing words against her ear. “You did well,” he said. Using his thumbs, he wiped the errant tracks of the tears. Her raw emotion undid him. Though he’d been the one to cause her pain, he wanted to be the one to ease it.

  Marcus knelt to rub circulation back into her ankles, and he released them first. “I’m going to take off the clamps. It may hurt a bit at first, but it will quickly dissipate. Ready?”

  She nodded.

  He loosened each so that blood flowed slowly rather than in a big rush.

  “No worse than a root canal,” she said.

  He laughed. “That’s my girl.” He dropped the clamps then massaged her arms and wrists before taking her from the cross. He moved in closer so he could support her weight with his body.

  He carried her into his bedroom, and he was pleased when she bu
ried her head in his chest.

  None of the subs he’d played with recently had made him feel this way. He’d been able to stay objective, probably in part because most of them were involved in relationships elsewhere or weren’t looking for something permanent. He wasn’t sure Julia was, either, but the idea of another Dom fucking her made him tighten his jaw.

  He placed her on the bed before he undressed. She pulled a pillow closer to her. He went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, then returned to the bedroom. He grabbed a bottle of orange juice from the bar-sized refrigerator he kept stocked near the wall-mounted television. “Drink,” he instructed, unscrewing the lid.

  She sat up and accepted the beverage.

  “Smart girl.”

  When she’d taken a few sips and her cheeks were once again bright, he nodded. “Let’s get you warmed up.”

  “I’m fine, Sir. Really. The juice helped.”

  The fact that she now had enough energy to argue pleased him. He scooped her from the bed and carried her into the steamy bathroom. There were two shower heads, one on either side of the oversized unit, and he adjusted one to cascade over her shoulders.

  “Have you thought of everything in this house?”

  “Upgrades have become my addiction. As soon as I finish one thing, I move on to another.”

  “It’s fabulous.”

  Again he was reminded that he had no one to share it with. Until today, until her, that hadn’t mattered.

  “May I?” she asked, kneeling.

  “Julia…”

  Warm water cascaded over her head as she looked up at him. She curled a hand around his cock and lowered her head.

  His abdominal muscles contracted.

  Without waiting for a response, she opened her mouth and sucked on him. This was so much different from when he’d forced his cock in her mouth when she was over the horse. There was enthusiasm in her actions, as if she desired to please him.

  He buried his hands in her hair and gave himself over to her. He generally controlled how deep a sub took him. He gave continuous and detailed instructions, and he couldn’t recall the last time a sub had asked permission, of her own volition, to pleasure him.

  Shocking him, in only a few minutes he was ready to spill. Watching her, so genuine in her desire to please, heightened his ardour. “Stop.”

  She looked up but continued to suck. It wasn’t just defiance he saw. She was into what she was doing.

  He took hold of her head and pulled her back. “Would you like to earn a punishment?”

  Instantly, she stopped.

  “Obviously you prefer pleasure beatings, girl,” he observed.

  “I do, Sir,” she said, looking up at him, meeting his gaze. “But what I really want is you to fuck me.”

  Christ. “Yeah.” He turned off both faucets before sliding open the shower door. He grabbed a warm towel from the rack and wrapped it around her. He shucked the water from his body as he watched her move about his bathroom.

  She used his brush, and she scrubbed at the faint tracks left behind from her tears.

  It surprised him how natural it seemed to have her in his bathroom. Ruthlessly he shut out the thought. It was one thing to have a guest, another to have someone who depended on him. When he looked in the mirror, he saw she was looking at him.

  “Everything okay?” she asked.

  “Fine.” She wasn’t like any other woman he’d ever met. His cock hardened again. “Get your ass in the bed.”

  She smiled.

  He reached out and ripped the towel from around her. She squealed. He smacked her rear as she dodged past him, and he stalked her, something primeval flaring in him.

  He swooped her from the floor and tossed her on the bed. She scrambled towards the headboard and wrapped her arms protectively around her knees. “Think that will save you?” He grabbed her ankles and yanked her down the mattress.

  “Do me,” she said, reaching for him. “Fuck me.” She spread her legs wide.

  He left her long enough to get a condom from the nightstand. Since he lacked the patience to have her put it on him, he rolled it down his cock and returned to her. “Is your pussy hot and ready?”

  “Your slut, Sir. Find out for yourself.”

  He teased the entrance to her vagina with his cockhead. She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips to meet his first thrust.

  He drove inside in one rapid thrust.

  She cried out as he seated himself, balls deep. He gritted his teeth, then reached for her arms and pinned her wrists above her head. He fucked her hard, determined to wring a climax from her sexy, submissive body.

  “Sir! May I come?”

  “So quick?”

  “Now!”

  He pulled out, then thrust several times quickly. “Now,” he agreed.

  She arched her back, offering her pelvis, taking more of him. She turned her head to the side, eyes closed, as she called out his name.

  It took all his determination not to come as her internal muscles contracted around him.

  When she let out a shaky breath and opened her eyes, he turned her face towards him and kissed her, slowly, softly, sensually.

  She smiled. Sap that he was, he felt a surge of raw masculine pride. He’d made his woman happy.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  He took hold of her and reversed their positions so that she was on top of him. “I want to look at your tits,” he told her. “Arch your back.”

  She didn’t hesitate. “That position makes you so much deeper in me, Sir.”

  He grabbed her hips and moved her up and down in time with his movements. “Keep your hands behind you,” he told her. She grabbed his legs for balance while he filled her hot pussy with his hard cock.

  He made sure he gave her another orgasm before he took his own release.

  She collapsed forward on him, and he held her tight while their breathing regulated.

  “You’re pretty good at that,” she told him.

  “I’m not sure if that was a compliment or an attempt to get your bottom blistered by my tawse.”

  “Sir, it was a compliment,” she assured him cheekily.

  He stroked her spine, enjoying the sensation of having her close in his arms. Now that he had her, he wanted to keep her. So how the hell did he convince a woman who didn’t want a Dom that she really needed one? “It’s time you were introduced to the pleasures of a forced orgasm.”

  Julia wasn’t sure how many more new experiences he could give her.

  “I use orgasm denial as a training tool, as you know.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but he held up a hand, forestalling her.

  “One you dislike. A forced orgasm can be just as brutal, or it can be simply something that overwhelms you. I want you to come again and again for me, Julia. Into the playroom. Lie flat on the top of the spanking bench.”

  Her spanking bench. She loved that he’d created this space for her. That no other woman had ever been here thrilled her.

  He approached, totally naked. Seeing him always gave her an erotic thrill.

  “Scoot down a bit.”

  After she did, he tied her legs to the bottom of the bench, spreading her wide and exposing her bare pussy. Her ass was off the edge slightly, meaning she couldn’t really move away from him. He secured her arms loosely. It didn’t hurt, but she knew she couldn’t pull away.

  He showed her a massive vibrator, one that plugged into the wall. She’d seen something like it on one of the videos she’d downloaded. The woman in the clip had screamed unbelievably when the Dom had forced it against her clit. “That looks a little scary, Sir.” Until now, she’d only used small, battery-operated bullets.

  “I’ve denied you orgasms plenty of times. Now I’m going to make you come. But first…”

  She stared, mesmerised, as he put the vibrator down, building the fear and expectation.

  He returned with a different set of nipple clamps. These looked a bit vicious.r />
  “They’re clover clamps,” he explained. “They won’t pull off. They’re some of my favourites.”

  This time, he didn’t ask for her safe words before sucking her left nipple into his mouth.

  Her pussy moistened. She’d had no idea how much she liked nipple play.

  When he secured the first clamp onto her nipple, she cried out. “That, Sir, is a son of a bitch.”

  The bastard smiled. He tugged on the chain, and the pressure increased.

  If she could have found purchase with her feet, she would have lifted her hips off the ground. As it was, she cried out, “Yellow!”

  He dropped the chain and met her gaze. He smoothed back her hair. “Talk to me.”

  “It damn well burns.”

  “I will remove it if you insist, but hear me out first.”

  She fought through the haze of pain to listen to him.

  “Remember the other ones, how they hurt?”

  “They were nothing like this.”

  He smacked his hands together, the noise reverberating from the walls and startling her. “Focus and answer my question.”

  She forced back her instinctive anger. “Yes.”

  “And remember how they increased the intensity of your orgasm?”

  “I…”

  “Answer the question.”

  “Yes, Sir. I do remember.”

  “Endure for a few more minutes. Breathe into the pain, through it. You can.”

  Sometimes she felt as if he crawled into her mind and read it before she had even finished forming the thoughts. “Conditional green, Sir.”

  He sucked her right nipple into his mouth then quickly clamped it. She thrashed about, and she knew if her hands hadn’t been fastened that she would have ripped the vicious little things off her body.

  “Open your mouth. Do it now, sub.”

  Warring with her own instincts, spitting fire with her eyes, she followed his order.

  He ran a finger across each of her eyebrows, calming her in a way words couldn’t.

  He placed the chain that ran between the clamps in her mouth. “Close your mouth,” he said.

  Any motion, any sound would increase her pain. He was diabolical.

  “Hang in there another two minutes.” He squeezed her breasts.

  She screamed. She pulled back her head, yanking on her already seared nipples. Before she could call out her safe word, he picked up the vibrator then turned it on and placed it against her cunt.