E is for… (BDSM Checklist Book 5)

by L. DuBois

  “Yes, Master.”

  He made that humming noise again, and Charlie wanted to feel that hum. Wanted his lips and tongue pressed to her clit while he hummed.

  “Your pussy is bare. I prefer it that way. Do you shave?”

  “No, Master. I got electrolysis. My skin didn’t like shaving.”

  “Ah yes, you’re quite fair. I can imagine the skin irritation was intense.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He pinched his way up and down her inner and outer labia, fingers sliding over her skin. She was slippery because she was so wet for him.

  “Have you ever pierced any part of your pussy?”

  “No, Master.”

  He pressed her inner lips together. “No chastity bars holding these together?”

  “N-no, Master.” Why did that sound so sexy when he said it? The last thing she wanted was chastity, but right now if he’d held up a piercing needle, she wasn’t sure if she would have safe-worded out.

  “And your clit?”

  “No, Master.”

  “A lovely gold bar to match what I’d put in your nipples. And of course hoops here.” He pinched her labia. “With jewels dangling from them.”

  Shivers were working their way up and down her body. His commanding manner and the dark things he said were twining around her, binding her to him. The devil on her shoulder reminded her that her hands were free. She could put her fingers on her own clit. She could make herself come in a matter of seconds, before he’d have time to stop her.

  But he didn’t want that and she wouldn’t disobey. He wanted her splayed open for him, wet and aching and suffering while he tormented her with his rich, dark voice. She was still deep in that hazy world where the only thing that mattered was her obedience and his pleasure.

  “When was the last time you were penetrated vaginally?”

  “By a man, Master?”

  “No, by anything.”

  “Including a toy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Last night.”

  “What did you use?”

  “I have a G-spot and clit vibrator.”

  He frowned for a moment, then his brow cleared. “A wearable device, correct? U or V shaped, with half of it inserted to stimulate your G-spot and the other part of it resting within your labia on your clit.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Is the one you have remote controlled?”

  “There’s an app, Master.”

  He chuckled. “Of course there is. When was the last time you were penetrated by something approximately the thickness of a penis?”

  “Um, a few months ago, Master.”

  “Why so long?”

  “I’ve been traveling, and haven’t had a chance to come here.”

  “You only have sex at Las Palmas?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You don’t have any larger insertion toys—a dildo, thick vibrator?”

  “No, Master. I just use vibrators on my clit.”

  “Hmmm. And when was the last time you were used anally?”

  “I have a small plug I sometimes wear. I used it several weeks ago, Master.”

  “How small?”

  “It’s a jeweled princess plug, Master.”

  He grunted, and it was not a happy sound. “Very well. I will have to engage in some anal stretching before I fuck you that way.”

  A shudder raced up and down her body. Her nipples hardened to diamond points. “Yes, Master.” She wanted that—so very much. She wanted him to use her and mold her until she was perfect for his pleasure.

  “Your responses are fucking gorgeous.”

  Charlie’s eyes, which had drifted closed, popped open. He looked fierce and demanding—instead of controlled and powerful, he now looked savage and powerful.

  Their gazes met, and the raw command in his eyes made her lower her own. But when she looked down she was looking at her own splayed thighs and his dark fingers toying with her pink folds as if she were his personal property.

  “Master, please…”

  “Please, what?” he growled.

  “Please, use me. Please, let me bring you pleasure.” It was no longer about her own need, though her whole body pulsed with desire and arousal. It was about satisfying that dark hunger she saw in his eyes. It was about submitting—giving herself to him.

  “And if what pleases me is to leave you here all night?”

  “That is your right, Master.”

  “And if what pleases me is to bind you to the wall and whip your ass until you cannot sit?”

  “I would be honored to be used, Master.”

  “And if what pleases me is to fuck your mouth but not let you come?”

  “I would be happy to pleasure you, Master.”

  There was a beat of silence, then a knife flashed. Charlie didn’t even flinch when she saw it.

  “It’s been too long since I’ve had such a pretty sub so deep in subspace.” The rope around her knees went slack.

  He kissed her mound, then bit it as his fingers worked on the buckles of the cinch. The stab of pain made her jump, but she didn’t protest his rough treatment. She wanted it. Needed it.

  The ropes and cinch fell away, and she wasn’t ready for it. Charlie slid off the dresser, stomach lurching in anticipation of the impact with the floor, but Master Green caught her.

  Charlie sucked in a surprised breath when his arms came around her legs. He held her against his body, her breasts level with his face.

  Master Green sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit it. Hard.

  Charlie moaned in pain and acceptance.

  “Hold on to me,” he murmured. Then, to Charlie’s shock, he carried her the few steps to the bed. He released her, and she fell back on the mattress, bouncing slightly. She spread her legs, welcoming him, offering him her softest, most intimate places.

  Master Green spanked her pussy, once, twice. “You tempt me, girl,” he growled.

  “I’m sorry, Master.” Her pussy throbbed, but she was past the point of being able to distinguish between pleasure and pain.

  “On your knees. Suck my cock.”

  Charlie scrambled off the bed as Master Green went to work on his pants. His cock sprang free. She saw nothing but his cock. His pants were still on, and the tails of his shirt covered the skin his open pants would have otherwise exposed. He was thick, but not terribly long. No wonder he’d asked when she’d last been penetrated. He was so big around that without preparation, being fucked by him would be very painful.

  His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her toward him. Charlie licked her lips and opened her mouth, not sure how she was going to take that massive thing.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth. It will be uncomfortable for you, but I expect you to take it. Do you understand?”

  A shiver of submission raced down her—he was going to use her, as was his due as her Master. “Yes, Master.”

  The head of his cock rubbed her lips and she opened wide. She tasted salty precome as he pressed in, then her tongue, which had retreated to the back of her mouth, had to flatten. She struggled to make room for the fat head of his cock. He tangled his hands in her hair, and she felt the ponytail holder fall free. Using his hold on her hair to control her, Master Green pressed his cock in, until the head just bumped the back of her throat. Her jaw was forced open so wide that she wasn’t able to do what she’d been trained to do—she wasn’t able to keep her lips over her front teeth, or used her tongue to massage the vein on the underside.

  She gagged and fought back tears. Not of sadness or pain—they were a purely physical reaction to having something that big shoved so deep in her mouth.

  He withdrew, carefully. She could feel the inner edges of her back teeth scraping him. There was no way for her to prevent that.

  “Good. I know it’s big.” He was breathing hard, his words almost a pant. “Relax your jaw muscles. I’m going to fuck your mouth. You will swallow when I come.”

  She couldn’t
answer him with words or by nodding, so she raised her eyes, looking up at him while the head of his cock occupied her mouth.

  He groaned, hands pulling her hair until her scalp prickled. His cock shoved into her mouth once more, gagging her. Charlie spread her knees, both to brace them and to remind herself that she was his to use in whatever way he wanted. Her hands lay quiet and submissive on her thighs.

  Slow withdrawal, quick thrust in. Again and again he repeated the pattern, until Charlie stopped gagging, though tears still filled her eyes. He moaned—and to her surprise it was her name.

  “Charlotte.”

  He pressed his fingers against her scalp and fucked her mouth quick and hard for a few brutal strokes, then she felt his come hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed as best she could, feeling totally penetrated and owned by his thick cock.

  He pulled out, leaving just the head of his cock in her mouth as he breathed hard. She finished swallowing, relieved and disappointed that it was over.

  “On the bed,” he demanded, breathing still heavy.

  Charlie scrambled onto the bed. She knelt with knees spread, ass back on her heels, hands palm up on her thighs, eyes down, chin up.

  She listened to his footsteps. He threw something on the bed in her line of sight. Charlie looked at the long, thick, bright blue dildo.

  “If you can take that in your pussy in the next five minutes, I’ll eat that pretty pussy.” His voice was no longer refined and precise. It was hot and heavy, his language getting cruder.

  Charlie reached for the dildo, then paused. “May I, Master?”

  “You damn well better.”

  Chapter Four

  Aram lay on the bed, forcing himself to relax and watch. He hadn’t come that quickly, or that hard, in what felt like a long time. The quirky girl had morphed into a deeply obedient submissive, and he liked both aspects of her.

  His cock was thicker than most, making oral sex a challenge. Even now he could feel where her back teeth had scraped him, but she’d been totally open. Her face was wet with tears, but her sweet submission had made him want to fuck her harder—more brutally. That was a dangerous yet exciting state of being.

  He was forcing himself to take a step back and cool down. What he wanted to do was force her facedown over the edge of the bed and shove a thick plug up her ass, spank her pussy, and then fuck her until she screamed as she came. But that would be too much. She was aroused and deep in subspace, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt her to be stretched and stuffed without preparation. He needed to be careful, so he’d be good and let her prep herself. He’d give her tonight, and this dildo, which was almost as thick as he was.

  She picked up the dildo. It was anatomically correct, with a flared head, veins, and testicles. The end of the dildo was flat. He could have ordered her to get on the floor and fuck herself that way, with the flat base of the plug on the floor, but he wanted to lie on the bed in comfort as he watched her.

  Charlie looked at the dildo, then placed it between her spread legs. Holding it with one hand, she braced the other against the bed. He shifted so he had a good view of her wide-open thighs and pretty pink pussy.

  Her eyes closed as she rubbed the head of the dildo up and down her pussy, coating it with her cream.

  “Do not touch your clit,” he barked.

  She whimpered softly, a little noise of sadness and obedience. He watched her eyes flutter closed, her nipples harden, as the head of the dildo disappeared into her channel.

  “You have to take it in all the way to the balls. You have four minutes left.” It was a savage, cruel order. The sort of challenge that Doms loved to give, because they could punish the subs when they failed.

  He grinned, but she didn’t see it. Her eyes were closed, and she made little noises—whimpers and moans. She sank down until a grimace crossed her face and she stopped, panting. A woman panting because she was stuffed full of cock—even if it was a plastic one—was a lovely sight to behold.

  She pulled the dildo all the way out, then sank down on it again, getting it a bit deeper.

  “Tick tock.”

  She shivered. “Master, please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Will you help me?”

  “Help you what?”

  “Will you help me fuck myself with this dildo?”

  “And why do you need that dildo deep in your pussy?” He knew he was growling more than talking, but he wanted to hear the words. Wanted to hear her sweet, soft voice telling him what he was going to do to her.

  “I need this dildo all the way inside me so you will lick my pussy, Master. I want that…I want it so much.”

  “On your back,” he barked. His cock was getting hard again. It hadn’t really gone soft—just less hard. “Reach down and spread your pussy open, so I can see as I fuck you.”

  Charlie rolled onto her back, moving gingerly since the huge dildo was half buried in her pussy. She spread her legs, bent her knees, then reached down and used two fingers of each hand to press her labia open. The skin around the entrance to her pussy was stretched tight, shiny and pink.

  “Lovely,” he murmured, taking a moment to appreciate the sight. The dildo had stretched her inner lips open, exposing her clit, which stood out, begging to be touched and tormented. But not yet. She hadn’t earned it.

  She moaned and arched her hips slightly. He hadn’t touched the dildo.

  “Why are you moaning, Charlie?”

  “I can feel you…feel you looking at me.”

  His smile was savage. “I am looking at you. You’re pussy is beautiful—so full and stretched. But you need to take more.”

  She whimpered, but her nipples were tight with need. He’d planned to lie between her legs, but now he shifted, sitting beside her, sliding one leg under her bent knees, the other along her side, so she was between his legs, her thigh and ass pressed hard to his crotch. He had a good view of her pussy, and could reach the dildo with one hand while the other toyed with her nipples.

  He plucked the tips of her breasts, pinching and pulling until the nipple slipped from between his fingers. Charlie sobbed, her chest arching up. Her arms moved restlessly. He should have bound her.

  “Arms up,” he barked. “Put your hands under the pillow and don’t move them.”

  She sighed in pleasure as she obeyed. Aram settled down to work—he fucked her with the dildo while toying with her nipples. Pinching and twisting, intermingling that with small, hard slaps that made her jerk and twitch. With every thrust he worked the dildo a little deeper into her.

  “Master, Master,” she chanted. “Yes, thank you, more, please. Use me, fuck me. Please, please.”

  He liked the begging, liked the way her sweet, soft body twitched and jumped. She would never be the kind of sub who could hold perfectly still. She didn’t know how to hide her body’s reactions, and he liked that.

  “I’m close,” she sobbed. “Master, please, I…I don’t think I can stop it.”

  “You won’t be able to,” he agreed. “Unless I stop fucking you and gag you, or shove some ice cubes in you.”

  She moaned in pleasure. Though she’d said these were things that would push her away from orgasm, it was clear that at her current state of arousal, the threat was more turn-on than warning.

  The dildo wasn’t all the way in, but he didn’t care anymore. He pulled it out and tossed it aside. It fell off the bed, and neither of them noticed.

  Aram rolled on a condom in record time and settled between her legs, the head of his cock at her entrance. He’d planned to wait, to give her time, but he needed to be inside her. Now.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Charlie. You may come as I fuck you.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  Aram bent his head and, much to his own surprise, kissed her long and hard. Kisses were one of those odd acts that were sometimes too intimate for a BDSM scene, unless it was between bonded players.

  She welcomed the kiss, making happy little noises
and arching her breasts into his chest.

  Enough playing. He pulled his lips from hers, positioned the head of his cock and shoved himself into her in one hard thrust.

  Charlie’s eyes popped open, and her mouth rounded in an “O”. Her expression was deeply satisfying.

  “M-master.”

  “Come for me. Come now while I fuck you and use you.”

  Her whole body shuddered as she orgasmed. Her legs tighten on his hips, her teeth clenched, and her face screwed up in an expression that was almost pain.

  He wasn’t sure if it was the command or the rough language that pushed her over, but it was gratifying either way. Her pussy pulsed around him, and Aram held still, enjoying it. When she came down, he pulled out.

  Charlie lay limp on the bed, her eyes closed. He reached out and toyed with her clit. Her eyes popped open and she tried to close her legs. She couldn’t, because he was still between them.

  “Roll over. I’m going to fuck you from behind until I come. If I don’t come that way, you’ll be back on your knees with my cock in your mouth.” He kept playing with her clit.

  “M-master, p-please. Too sensitive.”

  “Then get on your hands and knees.”

  Charlie scrambled to obey, and once she had, he spanked her until her ass was pink.

  Just because he could.

  Because he wanted to.

  Because something about this woman and all her contradictions and quirks made him want to use her and own her and worship her.

  He pulled back from that thought—it was the madness that came with this level of arousal and domination.

  Aram positioned himself behind her. He pulled open the cheeks of her ass, inspecting her anus, which he would be using extensively before they were done. He rubbed her clit with his thumb and she let out a sob.

  “Arch your back deeper. I want your ass high in the air.”

  He prolonged the moment, knowing he wouldn’t last long once he was back inside her. His fingers trailed along her smooth, wet folds, finding her clit and tormenting it with light touches. When she moaned and thrust her ass back against him, Aram loosened the reins and let his passion take control.

  Once again he buried himself in her silky heat in one hard, powerful thrust. He held her hips. If he hadn’t, the force of his thrust would have pushed her off her knees.