by Riley Murphy
“You can’t escape it.”
“I need t-to try.”
“All right then.” He stepped back and rolled his shoulders. He needed to concentrate so that he could dole out measured strokes. Harder than before, but the same otherwise. He didn’t want to scare her and he found consistency would go a long way in gaining her trust. “It will be the same as before only slightly harder. Don’t tense up.” As he said this he reached out and drew his palm in a crazy-eight motion over her ass. Amazed at how soft the hot surface was. And when she pushed back seeking more of his touch he gave her two light spanks.
“That’s my girl. Beg for my attention with your body. That will always win you points with me. Now…” He tested the weight of the flogger in his hand and balanced it. Once he had a good grip he stepped back and began.
She made a little sound each time the flogger landed. A tiny gasp of surprise that turned into a groan that fed something inside him. The want to hear it more drove him and although he only intended to do two stokes each, he continued with the steady strikes. Loving the way she arched her back without moving her ass. She was perfection in this position, firing a desire to use, claim and tame her so strongly in him that he knew he needed to be careful. Measured. Two more strikes and then he lightly brushed the tail in an exaggerated S on her back. From her right shoulder to her left hip before he reversed the motion. When she stopped twitching he halted with the cool-down and examined her. Her burnished skin turned to a stunning pink from his efforts and seemed to beg for more, but she wasn’t ready and this wasn’t the time to push her endurance in that way. But shit, the two luscious globes glowing that pretty pink color captivated the hell out of him.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Putting the flogger on the stool, he went after her. Using his hand, he lightly rubbed her hot flesh and when he squeezed one cheek that did it. She sank. Eased. She was ready to give in he was sure of it.
“Down you go. That’s right.” He caressed her ass with a gentle roughness that made her purr. “Take it inside you. It will feel so good to come off your toes. Your calves won’t ache, your arms won’t ache and the ache in your pussy will be fed by that dildo fucking you. Three small words when you come. Only three small words.”
“Three. Small. Words.”
“Yes.” He felt her giving in to it. “Good girl.” He wrapped his hands around her waist and dipped his head down to ravage her neck. In between small bites he continued to encourage her. “I’ll help you. Do you want me to help you down on it so you can come?” He sucked on her neck then whispered, “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes.”
“That’s right.” He held her steady. “I got you. Let go of the rope and bring your arms down slowly. Slowly. That’s right.”
“Please…”
He effectively supported her, making sure none of her weight was on her exhausted legs as he lowered her onto the dildo. “Deep breath. And another. Good—”
“Ahhh…”
“Shhh. Almost there.” He rubbed his jaw against the side of her head and let her descend another inch. “Just a little more.” When she was fully seated he gave her a hug. “Very good. Doesn’t it feel nice.”
“Y-yes.”
She was numb from her toes to her knees, and shoulders to fingertips. As if he guessed her thoughts he kept a hand on her. Bending, he massaged her one leg then straightened to do the same to her arm, before he walked around and repeated the process on her other side. She should have thanked him, but all her concentration was on not moving. She thought if she moved even a muscle of her own accord, she’d come right away, and she was panicked over it because she was thinking this time he wasn’t going to be so lenient with her.
You slapped him.
Not a good time for that little voice to be spewing accusations. Like she needed more stress. Hm. She closed her eyes. This wasn’t so bad. She was dealing with it. Her need was lessening. Even though the sting on her bottom had a titillating vibe thrumming through her she put that aside. It was the oddest thing though.
A click, a hum and her eyes popped opened. “Jesus Christ! Turn it off. Oh God, turn it off.”
“I don’t like you distracted, Jo.” He grabbed a fist full of her hair and tugged on it until she was forced to look up at him. “I want you to pay attention to me. Always.” He kissed her hard on the lips and she was sure she was going to lose it.
The vibrations from the saddle beat into her muscles deep to her core. Snaking up her belly and causing breathtaking tingles to burst in a series of pleasure-pain zaps intensely between her thighs.
He ended the brutal kiss but didn’t let go of her hair. “You’ll come looking me right in the eyes. I want to see you when you say the words I’ve been waiting for.”
Her legs shook and she tried to grab hold of something. Anything, while she fought the escalating desire that raged inside her. Building. Climbing. Burning and rocketing until…until…she…
“Jo, focus and say the words. No coming.”
It was the accompanying sharp tug that came with his last word that pushed her over the edge. Everything inside her tightened to a delicious coil and held there for a suspended moment before it sprang free and she came completely undone.
“I belong to you, Master.”
She repeated that phrase, and in a bizarre instant she had the urge to laugh. The desire to say to him, “I bet that qualifies as surprising you,” but she didn’t get the chance. He had her off the saddle and standing in front him faster than she could process the moves it took him to accomplish this.
She didn’t want to look up but when she heard the cold steel edge to his words she had to.
“That was a grievous mistake.”
Chapter Seventeen
He snapped his fingers once and she sank to a kneeling position. At least she had the presence of mind to do that right. “We will do this every day without fail until you say the words.”
He stared at the top of her head. The ebony silk was mussed but the rest of her looked just fine. Too fine.
Pushing the flogger off the stool, he sat down and spread his knees wide. When he was sure she was paying attention to him, he patted the inside of his thigh.
She didn’t move.
He did it again and ordered, “Crawl to me, Jo. When I tap my thigh like this it means I want attention. I want your lips wrapped around my cock, sucking until I tell you to stop. No matter where we are or what you’re doing, you’ll see to my needs over every other.”
This time when he patted his thigh, she came to him. On all fours. Hesitant almost. Nothing like how she slinked when she was playing his pet. But then, those were better times. Different circumstances.
He flexed his hips forward and said, “Undo them. Go on.”
Her hands shook and face flamed and it suddenly occurred to him that she’d never given him head before. He watched her through half-closed lids and decided this was an act she might not relish.
“Like this?”
Jesus fuck. She was so unsure it couldn’t be because… “Open your mouth.” He lifted his cock and pushed the ridged tip against her lips. “Wider.”
He’d hardly pushed into her and she gagged. When he pulled back, her cheeks were blazing. “How many cocks have you sucked?”
She shrugged.
“Jo.”
She looked up at him. “None.”
He tried not to let his surprise show. “I see.” He rubbed his dick with long, steady strokes while he eyed her. “You’ll need training with that too. Tomorrow we’ll start. For today? Bring your hands behind your back and grasp your ankles. Like that. Now, arch your tits toward me. Chin up and mouth closed. My come in your mouth is a reward and you’re not going to be rewarded until you’ve not only said the words I want to hear but you can suck my cock like an expert. Do you understand?”
She was perfectly positioned. Beautiful. Stretched up with decorated tits quivering as she breathed.
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He slid forward on the stool and got into a better position. Without another word he palmed himself in an almost brutal rhythm. His movements were as precise doing this as they were when he’d been wielding the flogger. This was all about getting to the end result. He didn’t need to enjoy it. He needed to take the edge off was all. With that in mind he increased his pace. Pumping and pulling until he came in hot white shots on her chest.
“Now go and clean yourself up and when you’re done come back here and I’ll show you how I want the Sybian cleaned after use.”
* * * * *
Jo checked the time on her laptop. Ted would be coming into the office any minute now. This was the routine. After the second day, he’d started coming in to give her a Popsicle. The first few times he’d sat and patiently showed her how he wanted her to practice on it, but now that she had the technique and rhythm down he usually didn’t stay.
She didn’t mind this as much as she minded meeting her nemesis, the Sybian, daily. That machine defeated her every time and she knew Ted was getting impatient, but she wasn’t going to say those words.
Trill.
She checked her caller ID and snatched up her phone. “What’s the matter, Dad? Are you okay?”
“Relax, Josephine. I’m fine.”
“Oh.” Jo was so relieved. Her dad never called her. It was usually her mom who did. “What’s up?”
“I made reservations at Barwarchi’s for a week tonight. Friday, for you and your mother. She wanted me to let you know.”
Ted came in just then and she put her hand over the receiver and mouthed to him that her dad was on the phone. Then she answered, “Next Friday? I don’t think—”
“But I already made the reservations, Josephine.”
Ted made a gesture and she asked her dad to hang on. “Yes?”
“Dinner with your mother?” She nodded. “Why are you saying no?”
“Because…”
“Don’t say no to your family. Go. I’ll go with you.”
She popped her brows and then said to her dad, “Maybe I can make it. Can I bring a friend?”
“I’m sure that will be fine.”
He gave her the time, and when she hung up, she was smiling.
“Something funny?”
“Yes. I’m sure it will feel funny wearing clothes again.”
“Ah, so my evil plan is working.”
She accepted the Popsicle and nodded. “I guess so.”
Usually he left her alone until two, but today he apparently wanted to stay as he sat on the edge of the desk. “You’re getting very good at that. I think it’s time we step up your lessons.”
She pulled the Popsicle all the way out of her mouth before she choked on it. “Now?”
“No. Soon. Tonight maybe.”
* * * * *
“Relax, that’s right. Open your throat.” He had hold of Jo’s hair as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Deep and deeper still until she moaned. She was finally connecting. Understanding that there was pleasure to be gained by doing this. And now that she did, it was time she learned that she was being denied the best pleasure when he didn’t come inside her.
Two more pumps against the back of her throat and he held himself there when a drop of pre-come escaped him. “There’s a taste. That’s what you’re after.”
She moaned and ate on him harder. Striving for another taste, no doubt, but there wouldn’t be any. “That’s good. Real—” He slammed his cock home and then pulled out fast, letting the hot white shots fly to cream her chin.
She opened her mouth and when her tongue darted out he sank a hand in her hair. “Tongue back in, Jo. You don’t get a taste until you earn it.”
Later that night, she almost did earn it. He’d gone to bed shortly after her and when he noticed her lying at the foot of his bed totally awake and staring at him, he couldn’t stop the gesture. He tossed his covers aside and patted his inner thigh. By the time she crawled to his cock, it was hard and pulsing. And when she wrapped her talented lips around him, he closed his eyes and let her work him. As usual, when she got that small taste of pre-cum saltiness, she moaned and sucked. Licked and ate, like she was dying for more. It was only a matter of time. He was wearing her down. He knew he was.
* * * * *
“I can’t.”
“You can, Jo. Say it.”
Jo was fully seated on the Sybian and he’d cranked up the speed. She knew her body, if not her mind, was trained to this thing. She could come in a millisecond so why did she always hold out? Why did she torture herself?
Because you hate disappointing him.
Closing her eyes, she let the stunning rhythm take hold of her. Instead of fighting off her need, just like she’d done with the pain, she embraced it. Listening to his encouraging words. Letting them guide her.
“That’s right. Relax and enjoy the ride. The ride that I provide for you. As your Master.”
The rhythm changed again and now the dildo was circling inside her. Making a heady pass over her G-spot again and again.
“Yes.”
“Say the words.”
He positioned himself behind her, wrapping his arms around her while he played with her oversensitive breasts. The nipple clamps he’d had on her early had done their job. She cried out.
“I love your breasts. So, so perfect.”
He plucked and pulled and tortured them while he kissed and sucked her neck. Even his shirt scratching against her freshly flogged back was like an aphrodisiac. She was alight with sensations everywhere because of him. Only him.
“Say the words.”
“I-I can’t.”
“You can. You can.”
This time when he latched on to her neck and sucked hard she didn’t stiffen. She went loose and languid. Easing on the Sybian and sinking back into his embrace. The tingles beat inside her. Pushing and squeezing their way through her body until she was one constant thrum. A pulse that built and climbed. Higher, harder, faster. Her breath caught… “Ahhh.”
“That’s it,” he whispered in her ear. “I love to watch you get fucked like this. It feels,” he groaned, “so good doesn’t it? Tell me how good it feels.”
“Yes. Yes. It feels…ahhh.”
She couldn’t breathe because he pinched both her nipples hard and held them captive between his fingers for a suspended moment. When he finally let go and the blood raced back to them, she lost it. Her hips ground down as she greedily flexed back and forth, increasing the spectacular friction.
“Oh God…I…I—”
“Tell me.”
“I…” He put his hands on her ass to help keep up her pace. Squeezing her cheeks until the pleasure-pain lifted the breath right out of her. Leaving her dizzy and weightless. Teetering on the brink and then something inside her burst, shooting spikes of adrenaline through her so rapidly she clung to the only thing, the only one, who grounded her and kept her safe. She screamed, “I l…like you, Master!” The climax that followed those words was hard and ferocious. She gasped and shook. Her heartbeat and the blood sounded like crashing ocean waves in her ears, until she heard the calm after the storm.
Her Master’s voice whispered, “That’s a little closer, but not what I’m after. Let’s try again.”
* * * * *
Ted sat in the kitchen chair trying to read the paper. He’d actually read the same sentence four times and still had no idea what the words meant. Sweat was building and his balls, he was sure, had already turned blue. Damn—he moved the page and looked down—there was no doubt about it. Jo was an expert cock sucker now.
Fuck.
He flicked the page back open and tried to hold on. As usual, she’d gotten her first taste of salt and was going to town, only this time he nearly slid off his seat. Somewhere along in the lessons, she’d perfected deep throating and she had excellent timing to boot. She swallowed a good length of him and the silky sides of her throat hugged him so tight with each plunge his toes pressed into t
he floor. He couldn’t ignore her any longer. He’d been trying to put off rewarding her for this because she still hadn’t given him the words he’d wanted. But she was doing great in other ways.
She’d taken to their arrangement better than he’d expected. In fact, once they’d gotten over some of their hurdles together he found himself almost awestruck at times. She did her work each day and then fell into whatever plans he had for them.
Stay focused.
He put the paper down and steeled himself. With her mouth wrapped around his cock and those sultry eyes staring up at him, he didn’t think the sight could get any sweeter. What a fucking turn-on. But then she went one better. She eased the length of him out of her mouth with a long sucking draw. Kissing the tip of his cock and rubbing it against her cheek and jaw, she purred, “I love this, Master.”
Those words, combined with her look and what she was doing with his dick at the moment, thundered through him. “I—” He caught himself before he said anymore. The words hanging on his tongue. The need to tell her how very much she affected him was strong. Too strong. Almost as if…
“Show me how much.” He helped her to get his cock back into her mouth and sawed in and out of her. Increasing depth and speed. Grabbing hold of her hair on both sides of her head and flexing into her. Sliding down her throat until her moans turned into one steady hum.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfection. That’s right. Damn, that’s deep.”
He watched her fight to keep up with the pace he set. She did good. Real good.
“You’re a good little cock sucker. You like that?” He groaned, and when she raked her teeth along him, he rasped, “Oh yeah.” His head fell back as he plunged and retreated. “Oh yeah, that’s good. Real good. Get ready for your reward.”
Her moaning got louder and her mouth worked double time. He was sure she’d be soaking wet if she hadn’t come already. Just the thought of that hot pussy, swollen and aching for him, jacked his adrenaline. The warmth of her mouth. The heat. The draw. Balls lifting, muscles tightening as the hot blood pooled heavy between his legs until the need boiled and built, snapping and shooting out of him in spasms of white-hot release. Right into her greedy mouth, down her velvet throat as she made grateful noises while she fed.
