by Abby Gordon
"Please, Master,” Serena whimpered. “Please."
Instead of answering, he stroked the dildo in and out of her pussy. Keeping the rhythm, he reached for the next toy and the lube. Leaving the dildo completely in her, he quickly lubed the small plug and separated her taut ass cheeks.
"Master?"
She gasped as he pushed the plug into her resisting opening. When he lowered her hips back down, the lip of the plug rested against the mattress and she was unable to push it out. He smiled and began using the dildo again. A moan escaped her lips as the dildo brushed against the wall the plug was against. He reached over and tapped the two remotes.
Her neck arched when her nipples puckered as if he were sucking on both of them at the same time.
"What are you feeling? Talk to me, Serena,” he coaxed.
"I...” she gasped and took a deep breath. “What did you put in me?"
"I'm using a dildo in your hot pussy and a plug in your tight ass.” His hand brushed over the end and trailed up to her clit. “I have plans for your sweet ass besides spanking, sweetheart."
"What?” she gasped as he rubbed her clit with the dildo.
"Talk to me."
"Heat,” she said softly as if her voice was coming from far away. “I can feel a fire inside. It's starting where you touch and then spreading. And...and the dil...the dildo...” she moaned.
"What about the dildo?” he asked.
"I... it's... you're moving it faster than I did last night” She fought for the words. For breath. “Master, I'm burning up!"
Building faster than she'd ever experienced, the hunger took over her body. Words tumbled from her mouth, soft pleas begging him to let her come, to fuck her with his cock.
He pulled the dildo from her sopping pussy, put it on the bed near her right foot, and selected the next toy. He smiled at the small bulb on the side. Savoring the power, he put it inside her, not needing any lube as she was so wet. Slowly, he rubbed the nub against her clit and listened to her moans and whimpers. Her reaction when he turned it on nearly made him lose control.
Her body, already drenched in sweat, came off the mattress with a primeval keen of desire. Of need. Of fire.
"Oh, God,” she moaned, writhing on the bed. Her fingers clutched at the bindings. “Please. Please. Master!"
Silently, he turned the vibrations to full, holding the nub against her clit. Within moments, she was on the edge.
"Please, Master,” she begged. “May I come?"
"Come, sweetheart,” he gave permission, pleased she'd remembered to ask. Although he admitted that some part of him had hoped she would forget or be overcome too quickly to ask. She took her discipline so well. “Come as often as you need to."
And she did. Her body spasmed as she cried out her pleasure. Relentless, he held the vibrator on the spot, shifting it just slightly before pressing it back on the spot. And she came again. Shifting the vibrator to give her a few seconds to catch her breath, he tapped the remote for the nipple clamps and returned the vibrator to the first spot.
Her breath hitched as she gave a last shout and went limp.
Keith held everything in place as he counted to sixty. Sure enough, her pussy wrung out one more orgasm that rippled through her body. Turning off the vibrator, he carefully removed the nipple clamps and turned them off. Setting them aside, he pulled on the condom he'd opened and positioned himself over her.
"Serena?"
"Master,” she sighed.
"I'm going to fuck you now."
A soft smile curved her lips.
"I'm yours."
Bending his head, he captured her mouth. To his astonishment, her tongue wrapped around his and tugged. With a groan, knowing that his restraint was nearly gone, he drove his cock into her pussy. He'd thought fucking her the first time would have taken off the edge to his hunger for her. He should have known better. Once his cock felt the drenching heat of her, the caveman in him took over and he fucked her hard.
Only able to use her mouth to respond, Serena poured everything she was feeling into her lips and tongue. She couldn't believe the way her body had reacted or what he had done to her. The butt plug had picked up the vibrations. Her nipples were hard nubs and her breasts were aching and swollen. And her pussy... dear God, her pussy was on fire and clenching around the vibrator as if her life depended on it. She couldn't think. Couldn't feel beyond what he was doing to her. The world focused on a small bundle of nerves that controlled the rest of her body. Nothing else mattered except what he was making her feel. Wave after wave ripped through her and tumbled her over and over until she couldn't take anymore.
Even as she was trying to catch her breath, his cock had thrust into her.
She didn't think she could come again, but she'd underestimated her body's need to be controlled and how it would respond. As Master had said, under the knowing and focused touch of someone whose goal was to give her pleasure, her body blossomed. And burned. Now, her body had been readied by a man who burned for her, who wanted her and would do what he wanted with her.
"Master."
"Yes?"
"Please come inside me again,” she whispered.
Keith groaned. He didn't think he could want her more, but those barely audible words pushed him over the edge. His cock stroking deep, he nipped her ear.
"You like it rough? You like it when I take you hard and fast?"
"Yes, yes,” she sobbed, feeling the fire poised to explode. “May I come?"
"Together, baby,” he vowed. “Together."
He shouted, head thrown back as he pulsed into her. The hot rush of him, the constant pressure, set her off and her pussy tightened around him, draining him. With a sigh, she surrendered to exhaustion.
Smiling, Keith propped himself on one elbow and brushed the sweaty strands of hair off her forehead. She was magnificent! Sensually and erotically submissive, while a model of decorum and efficiency in the office. How the hell had he gotten so lucky? He knew she couldn't be his assistant any longer, not once their relationship became common knowledge, but that seemed acceptable considering he would have her permanently in his life. In his bed.
Kissing her tenderly, he left the bed. Taking the toys to the bathroom, he put them on the counter to clean later. First, he would take care of her. Carrying a warm, wet washcloth and a towel, he cleaned her pussy. Drying her, he released her ankles and wrists from the tethers. Covering her with a light blanket, he returned to the bathroom. After cleaning and storing the toys, he returned to where she rested.
Slipping under the covers, he pulled her into his arms and closed his eyes. He wondered if he had the patience to stick to his plan and thoroughly seduce her before revealing who Master was. Briefly, he considered telling her now, but she was so perfectly submissive that he didn't want to risk the outside world changing her mind.
Serena might not be an extrovert, but she cared deeply about others. Her effort the night before to both please him and support Claire was an excellent example. She had to learn to balance the demands of a Master and the rest of the world. He would help her, but she had to understand that when he summoned her, he fully expected her to obey.
Mulling over the reason for her absence the night before, he realized he knew the man named Paul she had mentioned. Paul and David were members of the club. Preferring threesomes, rumor had it that they were looking for a permanent female in their lives. Apparently they had fixed their sights on Claire and shocked her with their proposal. Or had there been one? From what Serena had said, it sounded as if she had caught them fucking. He frowned. He'd never heard of the pair being homosexual. They'd always focused their attention on a woman, never a man. Perhaps Claire had misunderstood.
That would be something to discuss later. He didn't want Serena thinking about anything until he sent her home. All he wanted her focusing on was sexual pleasure.
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Chapter Seven
Serena brushed at the fly tickling her no
se. A second later, it was back and she swatted harder. And felt the cuff shift on her wrist. Reality hit her and she froze, unable to believe she'd really let someone do all those things to her. She'd loved every second, every single thing he'd done. She'd known that sexual pleasure was his goal. Her instincts had said that he would take care of her. Even now, his arms held her close against a broad muscular chest. A heavy, hairy thigh was over her legs, pinning her. Her head was on a thick bicep. She felt completely safe, as if nothing in the world could hurt her.
"Wake up, sleepyhead,” her Master chuckled..
"Master?” she whispered hesitantly. “The blindfold came off."
"That's all right,” he told her. “I have on a mask."
"You're not worried I'll recognize you? Or see something that will tell me who you are?"
"There's always that possibility,” he admitted, one hand stroking her body. When she sighed, shifting against him, he smiled. “But I don't think that will happen."
"Do you think I'm stupid?” she frowned, twisting to see his face. And grimaced. A black hood covered his head, except for his mouth. She couldn't even tell what color his eyes were. She felt his cock press between her ass cheeks and nearly lost her train of thought. “I'm not."
"I know that,” he smiled, pushing up over her. “I want you again, Serena."
His mouth covered hers as he rolled her to her back. Even with her hands free, she didn't reach for the hood. That puzzled her at first. In seconds, she could know who he was. There would be no more masquerade or secrets. She would know who had commanded her body to do things she had never imagined.
As his hands played with her breasts, she fisted hers in the sheet. Despite the temptation, she resisted. The mystery was part of the fantasy. It was also a huge demonstration of trust—that she wouldn't try to unmask him.
Relaxing her hands, she slowly moved them to his waist.
"Master,” she whispered against his mouth.
"Yes, sweet?"
"May I touch you? Will you teach me what you like?"
"Not yet,” he told her. “I'm still learning your body."
That puzzled her.
"After what you did before?"
He chuckled, dropped a quick, hard kiss on her mouth and nodded.
"Sweetheart, that was barely a beginning."
Taking her hands, he secured them to the center tether. Twisting her head slightly, she could see that they were on a mammoth bed with iron rails at the head and foot. All the better to tie down women? She wondered how many others there had been.
He was watching her face and saw the sadness.
"What are you thinking?"
Embarrassed, she shook her head.
"Nothing important,” she replied.
"Hardly that,” he countered. “Serena, the truth."
She had no idea what his reaction would be.
"I just wondered how many women you've brought here,” she replied in a small voice.
"Why would you think there had been many?"
"The toys you have. The other room with the special lock on it. You must do this a lot,” she said, hurt jealousy spurring her words. “Send a lonely, single woman erotic books, a single perfect rose in a gorgeous vase, and bewitch her into climbing into a car to be brought to you. Did they tumble as quickly as I did? Or did I set some sort of speed record?"
"Yes, there have been other women in the playroom,” he replied, amazed at how the tears that sprang to her eyes affected him. “But,” he stressed, “I've never done anything like this before, and, before that wild imagination of yours runs riot, I don't plan on doing it again. Do you have any idea of the risk I took just to get the books in your desk? To arrange a driver for today?” He shook his head. “Think, Serena. I know you're smart, use your brain and stop insulting both of us."
Her chin wobbled slightly as she listened. He was right. The risks he'd taken were considerable and at every chance she had questioned his motives.
"I'm sorry,” she said quietly. Her mouth twisted. “I let that last argument with Todd get to me again. I know better than to judge other men because one treated me the way he did, but it's not easy,” she whispered, remembering that it wasn't just Todd.
"What happened?"
"An argument about vacation and it...” she frowned and shook her head. “More of an accumulation of all the little things about each other that had been bothering us. And then we got really personal with our insults. I told him that I'd only orgasmed twice with him, and he told me he had to fantasize about his latest SI swimsuit issue to get hard for me. He said I didn't have a sexy bone in my body."
"Where is that sonuvabitch?” Master growled. “He's a fricking idiot. Not to mention, completely blind. On the other hand,” his lips curved below the edge of the hood, “his stupidity did work to my benefit, so I guess I can't complain too much."
"Except when I ask stupid questions?” Serena sighed.
"Not stupid, just insecure,” he corrected. “I need to remember you've been hurt by men, but also that this is all new to you."
"I'll try not to ask too many questions."
"Serena, I want your surrender, your trust, and your submission, not abject capitulation without any thought on your part. Some questions are understandable, but you have this insatiable curiosity that I would like to channel into other areas,” he told her, his voice dropping considerably.
"I guess I just earned another punishment, didn't I?"
Serena didn't know where the question came from, or why her pussy suddenly grew hot and wet at the prospect.
Keith stared at the mischievous gleam in her eyes. Minx! Trying to push him into something. She was right, she had earned another punishment. Just not what she expected.
Moving off her, he caught Serena's waist with both hands and flipped her onto her stomach. Grabbing a small packet off the nightstand, he impatiently ripped it open and rolled the condom over his cock. Lifting her hips, he thrust into her pussy. Her back arched as she clutched at the pillows.
"Master!"
"What's your word right now?"
Serena groaned. .
"Why do you keep doing this to me? Like any woman could think in this position!"
"Answer the question,” he chuckled.
"File in the in-box,” she told him. “Please, Master!"
"Seems Miss Calm, Cool, and Collected has an insatiable need for sex,” he observed, stroking in and out of her. “Suits me just fine because I've found a need to dominate you in every way possible."
Maneuvering a pillow under her shoulders, she panted as he took her. No soft words. No caresses. No worrying about what she needed, yet. First, he was going to fuck her and then ...
He pulled out of her and replaced his cock with two fingers. Puzzled, she twisted her head to look at him. Eyes wide, she watched as he pulled his dripping fingers from her pussy and put the tips just inside her anus.
"Take a deep breath and relax,” he told her.
"I've never—"
"I know,” he nodded. “But I will fuck this tight hole, Serena. I want it to be pleasurable for you, so it's worth it to me to take the time to prepare you. Deep breath, and relax these muscles."
"I'm trying,” she managed, looking at him with conflicting emotions. “It feels sort of like pooping in reverse."
Keith didn't know whether to laugh or to get angry. Before he could do either, he remembered the insecurity in her voice when she'd talked about Todd. He'd done quite a number on her self-confidence.
"Let's see if this helps you relax and think a little differently,” he murmured. With his other hand, he reached under her and teased her clit. Her eyes widened as she inhaled sharply. As he'd expected, the tight sphincter muscles relaxed and he worked his fingers further inside. “Oh, God,” he groaned. “Taking you here is going to feel so damn good!"
"Master,” she groaned.
She gasped as he spread his fingers and pushed them all the way in. Pulling them out, he made shallow
strokes.
"Master,” she whimpered. “What are you doing to me?"
"Getting you ready to take my cock here,” he replied. “As much as I want to fuck you here now, I will wait until I'm sure you're fully ready."
He began thrusting his fingers harder and deeper into her.
From the expression on her face, he could tell that his blunt words both shocked and aroused her. Her eyes practically rolled back in her head. When he'd taken her before—when she'd been bound and gagged—that had blown his mind. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to fuck these unyielding muscles. Waiting would be sweet agony, but to have her prepared was worth it.
He lifted her hips and positioned his cock to reclaim her pussy. With a small moan, she lowered her head to the pillow, submitting to his cock.
"Good girl,” he murmured. “I'll push you beyond what you think you can handle, Serena, but I won't hurt you."
"I know, Master,” she whispered, accepting another thrust. “I know."
The next time she woke up, Serena saw a red rose in an identical vase to the one he'd sent to her office. Smiling, she sat up and realized that the cuffs were off her wrists and ankles. Looking around the room, she sighed. No wonder he wasn't worried about her getting clues to his identity. The only furniture in the room was the bed and the two nightstands. The bed linens were brown as were the curtains. There was a lamp on each nightstand, but that was it. There was nothing else in the room besides the rose in its vase and the note propped up against it.
Reaching for it, she sighed again. He'd typed it.
Serena,
Take a shower in the adjoining bathroom. The other door leads into the playroom. The code that opens the playroom door will remain a secret for now. Yes, essentially, you are my prisoner until Sunday night. The very thought makes my cock harden enough to fuck you right now. But you need your sleep. So I will let you sleep.
