Her Master's Reckoning

by Lily White

  “All the way back, Pet. Don’t choke or I’ll make you start over.”

  Her tongue was hot and wet against my dick as I slowly thrust home, the arch of her neck graceful as lips closed over the shaft. Fingers tangling into her hair, I listened to the muffled mewl of pain that belied the way she sucked with as much enthusiasm for the act as me.

  With my free hand, I slid my fingers down the line of her neck, past shoulders and between her breasts. Pulling back, I opened a desk drawer to the side of Rebecca’s head, searching blindly to find a pair of scissors. I dragged the tips of the blades down the same path my hand had just traveled, notching one beneath the small strip of fabric in the center. One snip and the cups fell away revealing tits with creamy pink nipples.

  The only sound in the room was soft suckling, her head barely moving at the angle it was held, but that didn’t stop her from trying to get me off. Rebecca’s fingers playing with my balls, I thought to remind her I hadn’t given her permission for touch, but I couldn’t find the will to speak them.

  Fuck...

  I had to fight to keep my hips still, keep from fucking that generous mouth until my climax spilled over her tongue and down her throat.

  Freeing my hand from her hair, I dropped the scissors to the surface of the desk next to her and ran two hot palms down her chest to take possessive hold of her breasts, shaping the weight of them, massaging as her mouth and tongue continued to move over my cock as much as it could.

  With my fingers, I pinched both nipples, a punishing pressure that forced a moan to vibrate over my dick. Her nipples hardening into points, I smoothed my palms around the underside of her tits and straightened my spine, holding them as if they were handles or knobs as my hips began to move and thrust.

  Rebecca adjusted to my movement without complaint, her lips, her tongue her full mouth taking me with willful abandon as I fucked her face and toyed with her breasts.

  I was going to come.

  No, not yet.

  Regardless of how badly I wanted to.

  Not until I’d paid her back for every game, every discourtesy, every harshly spoken word she’d delivered in the last few days.

  Not until I evened the playing field and reminded her why her cage wasn’t so bad when it was a Master who held the key.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  REBECCA

  I learned years ago how to breathe in this position. It wasn’t easy, not with the blood rushing to my head. My neck bent at an almost painful angle, my mouth so full that I had to temper my instinct to panic and just relax into the act. Aiden wasn’t one to rush and if he felt like standing still for several minutes while I licked and sucked, he’d do so. Sometimes, while reading the paper or sipping coffee, while talking on the phone.

  How he remained so stoic while I tasted the velvet soft skin of his cock stretched over what felt like steel, I didn’t know. It was like my mouth was meant to be a warm, wet place for his use alone.

  I knew when he was about to come, could feel him thicken and lengthen more, could feel his nuts tighten against my fingers that continued to play over the skin.

  “Stop.”

  Opening my mouth, I inhaled a deep breath as he pulled free, my eyes opening to catch a peek of one of my favorite parts of his body. It was ridiculous, really. How pretty such a useful part of the anatomy could be to a woman who was helpless but to want it.

  “Stay where you are, Pet.”

  I watched as he covered his cock by refastening his pants, button only, no point in the zipper. The pants wouldn’t stay on for long. Blue eyes meeting mine when he bent over to fetch the belt from the floor, a crooked grin that promised pleasure. On a whisper, he teased, “Did I say you could open your eyes?”

  My lips tasted salty from his cock when I licked them. “You never told me to keep them closed.”

  Amusement softened his eyes. “Point taken. I’ll be sure to be more thorough with my instructions in the future.”

  Standing to his full height, he rounded the desk slowly. Every movement was orchestrated, intentional, masculine and hard. Like a damn peacock preening, Aiden knew how to use his beauty to lure the eye.

  Although, it was his fastidious control that made me pant, my heart thudding in my throat, my pussy clenching with the need to be filled.

  I would never find that with another man, I thought. Could never replace him.

  Never is a hell of a long time. It’s empty. Sorrowful. So arid that I’d be left a dried husk until the day I died.

  I wasn’t letting him go. He would beg me to stay. He just didn’t know it.

  This moment wasn’t goodbye.

  The soft thud of his belt buckle against desk caused me to jump, his instruction coming on a deep voice with a sinister timbre. “Close your eyes.”

  It was hard not to laugh. Not with my head still hanging off the side of the desk making it impossible for me to see him.

  Sometimes I think Aiden can hear all the thoughts in my head. “Doesn’t matter if you can see me or not. I’ll know if you don’t listen.”

  The windows. He must have been able to see my reflection in the glass just beyond the desk.

  Hands guiding my knees to bend until my feet are perched on the edge of the desk. He pushed my legs apart, the tendons on the insides of my thighs complaining, but I spread wide for him exposing my most intimate parts. By that point my skirt was now puddled at my waist, useless to cover me. The silk and lace of my panties was so soaked, I was sure he could see the perfect outline of my pussy, the cloth stuck to skin.

  “So beautiful. So ready.”

  Teeth against my thigh, Aiden trailed small bites from my knee to the apex of my legs, licking each one to chase away the sting. Up one leg and down the other, so slowly it was driving me insane. I wiggled my hips as if to hurry him along and he slapped my pussy as punishment. “I told you to stay still.”

  The pain of that slap became a crest of heat deep within me, rolling and cracking like a fire lapping at the edges of a vast forest. Eventually it would rush inside to consume me.

  I heard metal against the surface of the desk, felt the cold bite of it against each hip as Aiden snipped the sides of my panties with the same scissors he’d used on my bra.

  Setting them down, he made quick work of the panties, ripping them from my body before gripping me at the hips and tugging me forward, my legs still parted, my sex exposed, but my head was no longer upside down, the blood free to travel more freely making me dizzy with the rush.

  “I seem to remember a brazen little girl who thought she could take advantage of my kindness and demand I get on my knees.”

  Unable to help my smile, I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. I had a feeling he wouldn’t forget that.

  Pure grit in a voice full of false censure. “I suspect someone needs to learn what comes of such a demand.”

  One long finger slid inside me, teasing the muscles, bending so he could toy with that small space inside that made my hips roll on their own volition, my body unable to remain still. A hard slap against the inside of my thigh was his reminder to follow his instructions, the bastard tempting me to move when I wasn’t allowed. He pressed his thumb against my clit, rolling pressure over the sensitive nub and I thought I would lose my mind in the next seconds.

  Hands fisting at my sides, my fingernails dig into the wood surface of his desk, scrambling for something to grip and take hold, finding nothing that could help me stay in place. Another slap. His finger thrusting slowly as his thumb continued its sensual assault.

  I moaned, the only pressure release I had as my body was worked into a knot of frenzy.

  “I wouldn’t move again, Pet. I’ve warned you twice now. The third time will require the belt.”

  As if that were enough to stop me. I felt his hand pull away, fought to keep from looking at what he was doing, only to be rewarded by the wet heat of his mouth between my legs, his tongue sliding up the center until he licked a circle around the clit and
sucked it into his mouth.

  The fire inside me was now a carnal blaze, my core undulating with need, the desire only partially met by two fingers thrusting into my body, a slow, maddening rhythm that did nothing to push me over an edge into ecstasy. Aiden was playing with me, enjoying the sensual torture no doubt.

  “Please -“

  “Please what?” He spoke against my pussy before lapping out with his tongue again to continue the torment.

  “Please Master. Ah!”

  His teeth nipped at my clit and the orgasm I was chasing was so close I could taste it on the back of my tongue. My hips bucked, but he held them down with his free hand while continuing to tease me with his fingers and tongue.

  My insides melted into liquid heat, my stomach clenching, the muscles of my core gripping greedily on a thickness that wasn’t quite enough. Sucking on my clit again, he wouldn’t stop until my hands found his hair, my fingers twining with the silken strands, and my mouth opened on a carnal moan that had crawled up my throat.

  Waves of ecstasy poured through me, a savage attack as my lungs struggled to drag in air and stars burst behind my eyes.

  After licking up the evidence of my climax, Aiden simply said, “Orgasm number one. This doesn’t mean you’re out of trouble. I simply couldn’t resist the feast.”

  I was laid out for him over the surface of the desk, as inanimate as a damn stapler or post it note, swimming in a rush of hormones that made me feel as if I were floating. Still, he wouldn’t stop. Not this man. Not Aiden. Not until he’d taken every liberty his evil mind could think of to use my body for his desire.

  The head of his cock notched at my pussy, his hands grabbing me at the sides of my body to pull me up against him. When he kissed me, I could taste the flavor of my musk and I damn near died as his tongue filled my mouth. Unable to breathe, I inhaled when he released that kiss to speak against my lips. “I highly suggest you forbid your Courtesan from doing any of the things I’m doing now. All he wants is this. Don’t give it to him.”

  His hips bucked forward and his cock thrust home, sinking so deep inside me that the fullness was almost too much, too soon. Pausing before moving inside me, Aiden slid his mouth to my ear to remind me, “You’re nobody’s whore but my own.”

  Wrapping my legs tight over his waist, his hips rolled between my legs, his thick cock sinking deep before sliding out only to sink somehow deeper with the next thrust. His shirt was rough against my nipples, but the sensation doesn’t last long. Holding my body in place with a hand splayed against my back, Aiden dipped his head to take one into his mouth, suckling the tip in time with his thrusts.

  It shouldn’t feel this good, but I was coming apart at the seams, lost in the strength of him, blind to the danger, not caring if I begged him to stay or if he begged me in the end, just as long as we stayed together. He was like a spell weaving through my every thought, pushing and pulling me in every direction until my body told my brain to fuck off and climaxed again so violently that my head lolled back with the moan.

  He leaves me boneless, this man, a plaything that would die if put away. And while I was putty in his skillful hands, he growled against my chest to let me know he wasn’t done.

  Lifting his head, warm lips against my ear, a threat I knew would come. “Now is the time for your punishment. You’re so weak and can’t fight back. It’s my favorite time to play with you.”

  A groan bled from my lips, but I would let him do anything he wanted as long as it meant I’d be reduced to ashes when he was done.

  Like a damn machine, Aiden had the uncanny ability to control his own bodily urges just to torment mine. It’s why his cock was still hard and hot when he pulled it from my body, his hands commanding when they pulled me from the desk, set me on my feet and turned me around to lean far over the edge.

  My ass was presented to him, a blank canvas for him to paint with whatever punishment he wanted to give me. One hard slap against my swollen pussy with the palm of his hand and I cried out, the sensation too much.

  “That was just a warning.” He pulled the belt from the desk, purposely allowing the heavy buckle to drag over the wood before lifting it entirely. “Your ass is what I’ll spank next.”

  Leaning over me, his chest pressed to my back, his weight making my hips dig into the desk’s edge with a biting pain. “Do you remember the first time I took your ass? In the dark room on the night I brought you home. I lied when I told you it was to keep you from getting pregnant. The truth was it was the first thing I ever noticed about you, the feature that pulled me across the room of that gallery to introduce myself. I’d watched you for days before that night, and your ass had been my ultimate goal. I could hardly resist shoving my cock inside it when I had you helpless and chained.”

  He pushed off me, cold air brushing my back where his heat had been stripped away.

  The first crack of leather against skin knocked me forward, a line of fire across my cheeks that forced my eyes shut, my teeth to clench. Aiden’s palmed smoothed over the burning skin, his mouth pressing a line of soft kisses along the welt the leather had left. “That was for demanding I get on my knees.”

  My thoughts went to that first night, the pain, the pleasure that was forced on me when I wasn’t ready to experience it. I’d been so afraid, so terrified, that for days just the scent of his cologne made my stomach clench, my mind race with sickening hatred of longing and lust I couldn’t understand. It was odd that in the years we’d begin together I’d almost forgotten what it felt like that first night. I’d hated him. Hated myself. Craved for him to do it again.

  I was stolen and owned. Stripped bare and set free. Made to crawl and taught to like it. There was no other option available to me, no hope that he would allow anything less.

  I should hate him. I should want him dead. I should wish for justice for what had been done to me and so many others.

  Instead, I was leaning over his desk, weak from the orgasms he’d given me, wiggling my ass in desperation for the next sharp kiss of leather.

  When it came down to what I needed in this life, justice didn’t matter. All I cared about was that he allow me to regain the choice he’d taken when we first met. All that mattered was that we escape this life together.

  It’s fucked up, isn’t it?

  Too bad. I never claimed to be like everyone else.

  Within all of us there are hidden monsters.

  Who’s to say one is worse than the next?

  The second strike burst like a gunshot through the silent room, my body bucking forward a line forming across my hips from the edge of the desk to mirror the marks the belt was giving me. Aiden stroked his fingers over my pussy to gather the wetness and drag it to my ass. “That was for fucking another man to piss me off.”

  My lips pulled into a grin. He’d acted like he didn’t care. He did. I knew he would admit it eventually.

  A third strike, my lips parting on a cry of pain and want. It shivered up my spine with spindly fingers, desire erupting as viciously as the strike of leather. I’d learned to love the pain he gave.

  Using my liquid lust to lubricate me again, Aiden dropped the belt and notched himself at his favorite hole, the one he couldn’t wait to take when first he owned me.

  I was ready for him. We’d been here so many times before. My body relaxed as he slowly pushed in.

  Forehead meeting the cool wood of the desk, my body surged forward with every thrust, his masculine moans causing my breasts to feel heavy, his possessive hands gripping the thick skin at my hips.

  Aiden would come soon, he always did when faced with this part of my body’s tight heat.

  His head tilted down to lean on my back, his fingers gripping harder when his hips lost their rhythm and thrust with wild abandon. Slipping a hand down beneath my body, he toyed with my clit to ensure I came at the same time as him.

  He was not disappointed.

  My roar matched his, my body coming apart, shaking with the fury of a tempest storm,
his name rolling off my lips as if spoken in reverent prayer.

  Aiden pulled out and I almost fell back, my legs like absolute jelly. He caught me with one arm, holding me while he pulled up his pants, but then picked me up to cradle me against his chest.

  Peering up at him with sated, heavy lidded eyes, I didn’t hide my silly smile. “I think I needed that.”

  A bark of laughter shook his shoulders. “I think you needed five more strikes but I couldn’t resist my need to fuck you.”

  Leaning my head against his chest, my eyes closed, far too heavy to keep open.

  I felt him moving to leave the room, my lips parting when he opened the door.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  The smooth motion of his body was lulling me to sleep. “To our bed,” he answered, his voice as smooth as his gait. “I don’t give a damn if you’re asking for your freedom, Pet, it’s the only place you’ll be sleeping until the day I name you Master.”

  Until the day he begged me to stay, he meant.

  I was too tired to tell him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  AIDEN

  The manner in which one presents themselves is as vital to their role as Master as anything else. Clothing and appearance obviously fall within the first impression. Attitude the second impression. Willingness to devolve the third. Stability the fourth.

  Appearance and attitude is what most use to lure in prey. I’ve known men who present themselves as meek and mild, while others exhibit refinement or brute strength. Women as well, but let’s not worry about the gender specifics. Masters of all shapes and sizes all have their alternate personas, the character they play in order to guide people into the dark.

  Why are people so afraid of dark? I’ve often wondered where such a fear is born. We begin in the dark, in a womb filled with fluid. We cry when exposed to harsh light upon birth. But then something happens. We begin to crave that light. We begin to see the dark as a place where the monsters hide. We forget how comforting the lack of light can really be.