Bowles, Jan - Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Jan Bowles

  “Oh, it hurts so good.” Her chin lifted as she writhed with the ecstasy and the agony, stretching her head back as she gave herself completely. Her breasts thrust toward him, offered to him in ultimate surrender.

  Zane swooped down and licked the pulse at the base of her throat. He felt her heart beating like a frightened wild bird. He feathered tiny kisses to her beautiful ripe breasts, plucking the tender nipples into his mouth, and teasing them with his teeth.

  Each stroke of his cock made her whimper and moan. He couldn’t have wished for more from a new sub. Emma was everything he wanted in a woman—intelligent, soft, and submissive. She was extremely compliant when she gave him control.

  He stared into her hooded, baby blue eyes as he thrust deep and hard. Teardrops clung to her lashes. Her vulnerability overwhelmed him. At that moment he saw her for the first time. He saw her, and something twisted deep in his gut. She wasn’t just a new sub he wanted to train and use for his own personal enjoyment. Emma was far more than that.

  Zane needed to know her on an emotional level, too. He wanted to see what she ordered at a fancy restaurant. He wanted to be there when she first woke up in the morning. He wanted to know what made her tick. He leaned down and kissed her sweet sensual lips, caressing her slowly as she came again…and again. He enjoyed the erotic feminine mews that spilled from her beautiful mouth.

  “Oh, Zane…it’s so good…so good.” Her head fell back, and her whole body went taut beneath him.

  “That’s it, baby.” He gently brushed the hair from her eyes, savoring her inevitable surrender. He loved the way their perspiration mingled and mixed as his naked body glided over hers. “Let your Master take care of you.” He thrust his cock deeper still, banging his balls against her pussy lips, and pinning her in place, letting his weight overwhelm her.

  Her cunt gripped his cock, milking it for its contents, until he too climaxed with a satisfied, deep-throated groan.

  Chapter Eleven

  In a complete daze, Emma became vaguely aware when Zane lifted his weight from her. The ache in her pussy intensified as he withdrew his still-hard cock. She felt his large hands unbuckle the leather restraints from her arms and legs. Not wishing to move or help herself, he tenderly rolled her onto to her side, and covered her with the soft duvet.

  She snuggled into his warmth as he joined her on the bed, and held her in his arms. “Shhh, baby. You’re safe with me,” he whispered in her ear, as he slowly massaged her aching shoulders. Emma clung to him. Zane was her only point of reference in the storm raging through her head. He was her rock.

  At first she’d been frightened, but then she’d reveled in his domination of her body and mind. What sort of woman was she? A woman who enjoyed being pinned out, and spread wide open for his personal enjoyment? It went against everything she’d ever believed in.

  Zane had simply mesmerized her. His power and control combined to make a potent aphrodisiac. In the end, she’d been unable and unwilling to resist. All those years when she’d thought she was frigid. It pleased her that she wasn’t.

  She looked up into his handsome face. His striking blue eyes held hers. His cock had been buried so deep inside her it hurt—but in a fantastic, sexy way. Now for the first time in her thirty years of life, she truly felt like a real woman. A desirable, sexy woman. Like a cat demanding affection, she stretched lazily against him, pressing her body along the length of his, enjoying the feel of his naked skin where they touched. Contented and completely at peace with herself, Emma drifted, drifted slowly away…

  * * * *

  She opened her eyes, and luxuriously stretched her arms above her head. She glanced at Zane. A smile lifted his lips, and he stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead.

  “Welcome back, baby.”

  “Mmm, how long have we been lying here?

  “A couple of hours.”

  “A couple of hours, but it only seems like a few minutes?”

  “You drifted into a deep trance. How do you feel?”

  “A little overwhelmed.” Her body was acting totally out of character. Following a series of multiple orgasms, she’d been spaced out, high on endorphins and pleasure. She’d completely lost track of time.

  He tenderly stroked the hair from her eyes. “Emma, I want to know what you’re thinking. I want to know what’s going through your head right this minute.”

  She felt herself start to stiffen. “I’d rather not discuss my emotions, Zane.” Her inner thoughts were her own. They were her sanctuary.

  Zane chuckled. “Baby, don’t get so tense.”

  “I’m not tense, I can assure you.”

  “I can feel it in your shoulders. My, my, you’ve tightened right up.”

  “No I haven’t.”

  “You’re still fighting to stay in control, Emma. In a D/s relationship you have to relinquish everything.” He cupped her head in his hands. As he threaded his fingers through her hair, he looked intently at her. “I demand to know exactly what you’re thinking.”

  Emma shook her head. “My thoughts are private. They should remain personal to me, unless I choose to share them with you.”

  Zane took hold of her arms and pinned her hands to the mattress. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he slowly pressed his weight on top of her. He nuzzled into her neck, the stubble on his chin grazing her skin. “So you think your thoughts are private. That’s where you’re wrong. How am I supposed to satisfy your every fantasy, when you keep them locked away in here?” He touched a finger to her temple, making his point.

  Emma squirmed, wishing to keep at least some control. If it came to a battle of wills, she’d lose. Being dominated by Zane turned her on. Already she felt her libido rising as his warm naked body spread along the length of hers, pinning her in place. His cock was rock hard and pressed deliciously against her thigh. “I need to be allowed to have free will, Zane. You can’t have everything you want.”

  “I’m your Master. I want it all. In fact, I demand it.” She wasn’t about to divulge her innermost thoughts and desires, and kept her mouth firmly shut. Then he said, “I see.” His eyes blazed hotly as he stared at her. “Turn over and get on your knees. I want to see your ass in the air.”

  “But—”

  “Don’t make me ask you again.”

  Realizing he was in no mood for compromise, she weakly replied, “Yes, Master Zane.” A pulse of excitement coursed through her as she did as he demanded. He pulled the covers back, and she kneeled on the bed in front of him. Resting her head on the mattress, she raised her butt high in the air. She felt incredibly vulnerable in this position.

  “That’s better. Much better, but make sure you respond more quickly next time I instruct you to do something.” He smoothed his fingers over her buttocks, kneading the flesh. Emma bit her bottom lip, feeling scared and turned on in equal measure. “Now place your hands behind your back and grip your ankles. Your Master enjoys seeing you restrained, and I know you like it, too.”

  “Yes, Master Zane.” She complied immediately and this time without question. Her pussy now throbbed with a deep, lingering ache. How could she want more sex after Zane had repeatedly pleasured her already? The intense power of the multiple orgasms he’d gifted her was still shocking and new.

  He roughly secured her wrists to her ankles with the leather restraints. The same ones he’d used to secure her legs to the bedposts. When he finally tightened the buckles to his satisfaction, he looked directly at her and said, “There’s no escape now, my pet.”

  He was right. Emma couldn’t move even if her life depended on it. He rose from the bed and walked across the room. She heard the dresser drawer open and then close again. When he returned, he pulled her bound body down the mattress until her feet hung over the edge. When he stood back, silently observing her, she knew he was enjoying her complete submission.

  Eventually he spoke. “I want to know exactly what you’re thinking. It is my right as your Master to know everything that goes on inside your head.”


  Still holding on to a little control, she said, “Some things are very personal, Master Zane.”

  “Hmm.” He smoothed his hand across her butt and then feathered his fingers down her ass crack. When he touched her puckered hole, Emma jolted alarmingly, and sucked in a ragged breath. “Just as I thought. I assume you haven’t had anal sex before.”

  Panic rose inside her and rushed words spilled from her lips. “No, Master Zane. Please don’t—”

  “Don’t worry, my pet. I’m not going to claim your peachy ass right now.” Emma breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived as he added with a certain amount of relish, “But I’m gonna get you used to the idea.”

  Her eyes flew wide open, when she felt a cold, wet substance being smoothed over her anus. Something hard and inflexible touched against the entrance to her puckered hole. “Please, Master Zane. Please tell me what you’re going to do to me?”

  He laughed. “Relax. It’s just a little butt plug. I promise you it won’t hurt. You’re well lubed. It will help prepare you for when I claim your virgin ass.”

  A whimper left her lips as he began pressing it into her rectum. She fought to keep it out, tensing her anal muscles, willing it away from her. But it was no use. Despite her resistance he finally slid it fully home, leaving her breathless and uncertain. What would anal sex feel like? The fullness in her butt emphasized her vulnerability. Just what was he going to do next?

  “How do you feel?” He stroked his fingers between her legs, occasionally grazing her pussy.

  She knew he wanted to know every emotion, thought, and fear in her head. Emma decided to submit some but by no means all of her inner thoughts. “I feel a little scared, Master Zane.” She was sure he had ways of extracting her acquiescence anyway. That thought alone turned her on.

  “Excellent, my pet. A little scared is good. A small amount of fear heightens the emotions. What else?” He circled her clit with a finger, making her moan out loud. “Mmm, so wet, my pet. Your sexually repressed English persona may fool some that butter won’t melt in your mouth, but we know different. Don’t we?” He squeezed her clit hard between his finger and thumb, and she cried out, in pleasure and pain. “I know you like being at my mercy.”

  “Yes, Master Zane.” The breath panted from her body. “I need you to be in charge.”

  “What else? What did you feel when you first came to my bedroom?” He speared two fingers inside her pussy, before pulling them from her and sampling her juices. “Mmm, you taste divine.”

  She knew what he’d just done, and his words excited her. “Oh…I…can’t think straight, Master Zane.” Her voice became muffled as she buried her head in the mattress.

  “You still haven’t answered my question. You’re holding out on me. Well you must pay for your disobedience.” She heard the unmistakable sound of a foil packet being torn open. Then he hooked his arm around her waist holding his spread palm to her belly. A rush of air left her lips as he pulled her backward toward him and filled her pussy in one quick brutal movement. “Tell me what I want to know. I will not ask you again.” Dear heaven above, his cock feels huge.

  Unable to move, and with her arms and legs restrained, she was his to do with as he pleased. A mere plaything to be used in any way he saw fit. Standing behind her, Zane gripped her hips, pulling her onto his driving cock, which pierced deep inside her. His huge prick filled every part of her sensitized vagina.

  The butt plug pressed further into her anus, and hurried words began tumbling from her lips. “Master Zane, I was scared when you tied me to the bed, yet excited, too.”

  He pumped harder and deeper. “Go on.”

  “But fear mixed with excitement is good isn’t it?” she asked breathily, wanting and needing his approval.

  “It is, my pet.” He filled her once more. “I’ll make you blossom like a beautiful butterfly.”

  “Oh, God, yes,” she whispered softly. Her womb contracted violently with the visual interpretation of his words. Zane continued to fuck her hard, filling her relentlessly with long, deep strokes.

  “Oh, my pet. I have found your weakness. You liked being spread between my bedposts. Well, I can stretch you wider than you ever imagined. I can have my fill of your beautiful body, and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it.”

  A cry left her lips as her pussy spasmed painfully with pleasure. “Master Zane, I’m shocked to discover I would want those things, and even more shocked that I’d allow you to do them to me.” Her voice trembled as she spoke.

  “Now you’re opening up to me. You’re starting to let go completely. You like me filling your sexy wet cunt, don’t you? As your new Master, I demand to hear all your fantasies.”

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Emma whimpered. Before the night was over, she knew he would extract every last one.

  Chapter Twelve

  The next morning

  Zane placed a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the breakfast tray. He’d made it himself by juicing three large oranges. He wanted to make sure Emma started the day with a good dose of vitamin C.

  He finally brought the breakfast tray through to the master suite. Emma lay fast asleep in the middle of his four-poster bed. She looked beautifully relaxed and at peace with herself. Her blonde hair flowed softly around her heart-shaped face and trailed over the pillow. He hadn’t noticed before, but tiny freckles dusted her cute button nose, while long, pretty eyelashes curled down onto her cheeks. A deep, even breath sighed through her sensuous, parted lips.

  He checked his watch. It was way past noon. He couldn’t complain, though. Not when he’d kept her awake half the night, servicing her beautiful, fuckable body with his own. He checked his watch once more and cursed under his breath. “Goddamn.” He guessed it was time to wake her.

  Zane smiled to himself. He’d learned a lot about Emma during the twilight hours. What turned her on—and what didn’t. It had been fun discovering her deepest and most secret fantasies. Emma’s strict English upbringing had taught her to repress all sexual thoughts, so much so that he’d resorted to underhand methods to get what he desired. Even down to tickling her feet while he’d held her in place. He had to stifle a snigger when the humorous event reentered his mind. Their torrid time together between the sheets had given him a better understanding of her personality. He hoped she would stay around long enough to train as his new sub. Already, he was growing more fond of her than he cared to admit.

  After placing the breakfast tray quietly on the bedside table, Zane leaned down, and kissed her sweet lips. Bright pools of baby blue flickered dreamily open, until she focused fully on him. A wonderful smile beamed on her face. To have that effect on her made his cock harden. All he wanted to do was slip back in bed and continue training her in earnest, but that would have to wait. He had a shipment of diamonds and emeralds arriving from South Africa later that afternoon. He’d invested more than two million bucks in this particular deal already, and he needed to be there when they arrived.

  He teased the end of her cute button nose with his finger. “Rise and shine, baby. I’ve brought you some breakfast. Or maybe I should say brunch.”

  She yawned and stretched lazily, like a cat in front of a glowing fire. “Why, what time is it?”

  “It’s about twelve thirty. I hope you don’t mind, I’ve gotta be somewhere at three.”

  “Oh, no, you should have woken me earlier.” Emma began sitting up. He watched with amusement as she pulled the duvet around her to keep him from seeing her naked body. He guessed wiping away a repressed English upbringing was going to take some time. Well, with a woman as beautiful and intelligent as Emma, he was definitely in it for the long haul.

  He tugged at the duvet she held tightly over her breasts. “You do realize I’ve seen every part of your body, so hiding it from me is completely unnecessary.”

  It was immensely satisfying seeing the pretty pink blush sweep up her neck to stain her cheeks. “I can’t help it, Zane. It feels more
indecent with the sun streaming through the windows.”

  Zane laughed and handed her the breakfast tray. He would have to cure her of her shyness, even though he found it incredibly sexy in a woman. He made a mental note to work on it next time. That’s if there was a next time. He sure hoped there would be. Maybe that was why he’d made her breakfast in bed. Deep down he figured he was trying to make an impression. “I wasn’t sure what you’re partial to, so I’ve rustled up eggs over easy, and some crispy bacon.”

  “You cooked this?” She sounded incredulous. “A man who can cook? Well, well, will wonders never cease?”

  He knew by the smile that touched her face, she was teasing him. “Do I detect a certain amount of sarcasm?” He laughed.

  “No, I just didn’t imagine you could cook.” She tucked hungrily into the eggs. “It’s excellent, by the way. Thank you.”

  Zane smiled. “You’re real welcome.” He pulled the BlackBerry from his breast pocket. “By the way, here’s your cell phone. You left it in the kitchen last night. I heard it ringing about an hour ago, but it stopped before I could get to it. Might be a good idea to check out your messages. There could be one from your friend Chloe. She’s most likely returned from a week of hot sex and is wondering what all the fuss is about.”

  “Thanks, I hope you’re right.”

  While she continued to eat and flick through her messages, Zane went over to the window. He stared across the open countryside at the back of his property. His land stretched as far as the eye could see. Bright patches of green mingled with mature oak and willow trees. The fall was more or less finished, and the landscape was taking on an eerie, barren beauty. That’s why he’d bought the property in the first place. There was something satisfying about owning a piece of God’s own earth. Perhaps, in a day or two, he’d go horseback riding on his land. He owned more than a hundred acres, so space and privacy were not a problem. Or maybe he’d take one of his classic cars from the garage and give it a run out. His favorite was the ’68 Mustang. A GT390. Exactly the same as the one used by Steve McQueen in the film Bullitt. He loved that car. It was worth megabucks now, but he’d never sell it.