by Nikki Sex
Elizabeth's arousal and need roared over him. Without thinking he suddenly picked her up, sliding her up. Thrusting his aching hardness against her, Mark roughly moved her up and down against his throbbing shaft, using her whole body to jack off with. Damn, even through his track pants it felt fantastic. Fuck he was going to come if he wasn't careful, so he set her down heavily and enveloped her small form like a stallion covering a mare.
Elizabeth was making a constant keening sound. Even though she had been ordered to be still, she seemed unable to prevent her hips from instinctively thrusting. The scent of her arousal filled the room, thick as incense.
Jesus Christ, Mark thought, Lizzy is so desperate she would let him do anything to her. A surge of erotic mental images flooded his mind from long term fantasies. More blood shot into his cock in response to this sexy imagery as well as Lizzy's craven hunger and he swelled bigger. Mark loved every minute of this arousing sensual foreplay. Should he let her climax? Or make her wait? It was his decision and knowing that made it all the sweeter.
Breathless and writhing, Elizabeth began to sob and chant, "Oh Master, please, please!" as he stroked her clit with his thumb, flicking his fingers in and out of her dripping channel. Her skin was flushed and shining with sweat and Mark felt her body tighten and her pussy ripple with a pre-orgasmic pulse. He made up his mind.
"Now," he said harshly, his voice thick with lust. Elizabeth's dark eyes flew to the mirror to meet his intent gaze. "Come for your Master, Slave. I want to feel it." Mark thrust three fingers up hard onto her G- spot and curled them against her, scissoring inside her, his thumb pressed firmly, working furiously upon her clitoris.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhh!" Elizabeth screamed.
Her instant reaction both mesmerized and astonished him. It was like being in an earthquake! Elizabeth bucked wildly and her cunt clamped down on his fingers hard. Mark tightened his arm around her waist, just to keep her on her feet as her knees had buckled. Still trembling with aftershocks, Elizabeth's eyes, glazed and blank, opened for a moment. They shut once, more making Mark wonder, had his wife actually passed out?
Wow, he thought. That sure as hell wasn't faked.
10. The Slave Teases
My God, Mark thought in awe. Such an explosive reaction. How could I have been fooled by those lukewarm fake orgasms of hers all this time?
Mark continued stroking her lightly, soothing her through her aftershocks, his entire hand covered with her liquid spendings. When it seemed as if it would take some time for her to regain any sort of equilibrium, he swept her into his arms and sat her on his lap once more.
When she finally seemed to come out of her mindless state and blinked up at him, he asked, "Are you alright?"
Elizabeth smiled. "I'm just great. Oh my God, Mark, I'm so happy. When you take over like that." She sighed, and there was both bliss and awe in her expression. "Jesus. This commanding sex, this Master and Slave sex... it's just amazing."
Mark smiled. "I think so too, Slave," he said. "But you've had enough of a break, especially when there is work to do. My dick is really hard. Stand up now, and take your bra and panties off, and do it in a hot, slutty way."
Mark decided to remain perfectly still and watch the show. Elizabeth jumped up, and lowered her breasts out of her loosened bra, then held each of them up toward him for inspection. When she brought one close enough to lick, he obliged her.
"Oh yeah, that's good. Stroke them and pinch your nipples for me," he ordered.
"Oh yes, Master," she cooed provocatively. Elizabeth licked her fingers and circled her dusky pink areolas, making her hard little nipples wet, while undulating her hips in a manner highly suggestive of the sexual act. Mark chuckled at her antics, and the impish look on her face that proved that she was enjoying teasing him.
Facing him, Elizabeth slowly shimmied her underwear down to her thighs, and Mark felt his eyes widen, captivated at the sight of her shaved mound. Fuck it looked so incredibly hot. It was the first time he had seen her hairless pussy up close, and he liked what he saw. Nothing of her would be hidden from him now - by God he would have it all. Mark swallowed, imagining the taste of her. Tonight he was going to spread her legs, lick every inch of that soft skin, and eat her right out.
Mark's eyes had been fixed upon her naked sex, and Elizabeth seemed to be aware of it, remaining motionless and letting him look his fill. When he gazed up to meet her eyes, she gave him a knowing smile. Then in one quick movement she pulled her panties right off and stepped out of them.
Elizabeth surprised him then, by turning around, placing her naked buttocks only two feet from his face. Then she spread her legs. Mark's slave rose on to her toes, putting her feminine parts at the exact height of his mouth. Hot damn, he thought. The woman is trying to provoke me, and it's certainly working. He wondered just how far she would go.
Shooting him a mischievous grin, she looked over her shoulder at her ass, as if checking that it was still there or perhaps she had been making sure that her position was just right. Nodding, Elizabeth bent right over with her hands holding her knees, her legs wide spread. This beguiling posture fully displayed both her ass and her pussy, making them both fully open to him. The dominant beast within raged, demanding release.
Mark took a deep steadying breath, smelling the heavy scent of sex. Shit! Both irresistible and enticing female holes were at Mark's eye level and so close to his face. Her pussy glistened with her spendings, arousal dripping down her thighs. While he made himself remain still, staring in hypnotic awe, his Lizzy began lifting and gyrating her round white buttocks invitingly. Mark's blood surged as he enjoyed the view.
"How's this, Master?" she purred.
"God damn it! You teasing little slut!" Mark said with a laugh. He jumped up, ripping his clothes off. Mark's cock was hard as a thick iron bar, and it swung and bobbed as he leaned forward, and pulled her into his arms. He held her there for a moment, just staring at his Lizzy. No, he thought. Not Lizzy. My Slave. Mine, to do with as I like. His jaw tightened with that thought. He wanted to fuck her hard in her ass, or her cunt, but he held back. Before he came into this room he had a plan. First she would suck him off, and make him less urgent. Then he would take her pussy, then her ass. It was safer that way - there was less chance of losing control. He needed to stick to the plan.
11. The Plan
Mark kissed her. It was an open mouth kiss that first caressed her lips, and then became more bruising as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He heard himself moan as his dick pressed against her while her questing tongue found his. Mark licked and sucked her tongue, and then her mouth. Pulling back from her he thoroughly licked her lips.
"I want those lips of yours nice and wet, Slave," Mark growled. "That way they'll slide better up and down my shaft. Get on your knees," he ordered her. "I want you to service my dick with your hands and that wet mouth."
Eager and enthusiastic, Elizabeth was quick to obey. Mark threw a pillow down for her to kneel upon, and made sure to position himself as André had, so he could watch her swallow him while looking in the mirror. Elizabeth didn’t know how to deep throat, but André assured him that she could learn to take a cock - even one of his size - with training.
"Yes, that's right," Mark said when he saw his willing slave kneeling before him, ready to receive his jutting shaft. With one hand he cupped the back of her neck and directed her mouth toward the engorged head. André's words from the video echoed in Mark's ear, and he felt the truth in them: "You were made to please a man, mon cher, this is your most basic desire." Mark shook his head. Was he the luckiest guy in the world, or what?
Fuck yes, he thought, as his slave curled one small hand over his shaft and the other on his balls, and then sucked him in with her warm, wet lips. Shit. After all this foreplay he wasn't going to last long. "Do you want me to shoot my cum right down your throat?" he growled, thrilled by the idea of spurting in pulsing waves as she swallowed.
Elizabeth, devotedly servicing him, m
oaned and nodded her affirmative.
Mark couldn’t take his eyes from her. His slutty slave seemed transported just to be allowed to suck his cock. He felt his dick swell further at the erotic sight of her naked and on her knees before him. Elizabeth was worshiping him, skillfully working his rigid length, coaxing him to climax and ejaculate inside her.
"You want to take it all, Slave?" he grated, smoothing a hand from her chin down along her neck, showing her exactly where his seed would go.
Elizabeth, while still skillfully masturbating him with her hands, popped his cock out of her mouth. Then she said in a tone of fervent need and desire, "Oh yes, please, Master. I want to drink it, it tastes so good! I love it when you allow me to swallow all of your salty, hot seed."
Mark chuckled, amused by how completely Lizzy was taking on and acting out her role of sex slave. It was a good game for both of them, the absolute best, in fact. André, that rat bastard, was worth every penny. Mark's jaw tightened then, because for him, it really wasn't a game. Mark wanted to use her, to own her completely, and make her do anything, everything he wanted her to do - sick fuck and beast that he was. He leaned down and took her breasts, one in each hand, squeezing and rubbing her hard nipples with his thumbs.
"You are a very good slave," he said, "and I shall reward you. Keep using your hands, your tongue, lips and mouth exactly as your doing and I'll let you swallow every drop of my cum."
Elizabeth gave an "mmmhumm" as acknowledgement, but didn't falter as she industriously licked and sucked his dick, clearly enjoying her work.
"There you go, fuck that's good. Yes, like that," he said after a few more minutes of this exquisite torment. Mark was contriving with great difficulty to hold back his orgasm because he was enjoying the sensations so much. However, one could only take so much and he was reaching his breaking point.
"Oh shit," he said and drew in a deep breath at the intense spike of pleasure that seemed to radiate along his spine, buttocks and balls. "I'm going to come!" Mark shouted. He gripped Elizabeth's head then, wrapping his hands in her hair, and began to powerfully pound into her mouth, with a short fast rhythm, still careful not to thrust too deep.
"Oh fuck, I'm going give it to you," Mark said and he felt his muscles bunch and flex. An animal sound tore from his throat as his balls shot their load and his sperm erupted, pulsing out from his cock. Elizabeth, her mouth tight around his shaft, ravenously continued sucking and swallowing Mark's semen as he climaxed. One last grunt caused a second wave of pleasure, as the last of his jizz blasted from his swollen dick.
Mark looked down at his slave and cupped her chin. Broken from the mesmerizing spell, Lizzy looked directly up at him with adoration in her eyes, and her mouth still tight around his cock. There was drool all over her face, her lips were swollen and red, and her eyes were watering, tears streaming down her cheeks from the strain of taking him as deeply as she had. Mark's devoted slave kept licking and sucking his dick, as if his pleasure was the most important thing in the world to her. Right then he thought that it probably was.
Mark saw her there, on her knees before him, and the emotional response that swelled inside him felt both profound and divine. He thought with wonder that his Lizzy had never looked more beautiful.
12. The Flogger
Mark could never remember feeling so happy, except perhaps when he was first married, and he knew Elizabeth would be his forever. The two cuddled on the bed together, laughing and giggling like errant school children.
"Well, I think we should be kidnapped more often," Elizabeth said, after being tickled, and getting her own back through a rather underhanded trick. Mark had, he thought, rather magnanimously allowed the deception. His little terrier had to have something on her side as she was so hopelessly outclassed by his strength and weight. "Seriously, look at us," she said. "We're acting like we don’t have a care in the world. I wonder what André plans to do with us now?"
Mark rolled on top of her, and grabbed her wrists, holding her arms over her head. Then he gave her a bruising, lust-filled kiss. He had intended to distract her, to make sure she changed the subject, but his dick was already hard. What was going through his mind was what he really wanted. Yes, he wanted to try anal sex with her, that much was true, but even more than that he wanted to fuck her deep and hard without holding back. Using André's advice, he should be able to do it, despite the size of his cock.
"Oh," Elizabeth cooed mischievously, clearly turned on. "Master, there is something very hard pressing up against poor defenseless little ol' me. Can your slave serve you?"
"You most certainly can," he growled, and then jumped up, his erection waving in front of him. "Go to the toilet if you need to, because I am going to keep you here on this bed forever," he said. "I've wanted to tie you up for a long time, sweetheart. My God, I can't believe how much hot sex we've both missed out on, but I swear I intend to catch up every minute."
Elizabeth's eyebrows rose over that. "Really? Well, how terribly providential for us both. You like to tie me up, and I like to be tied up." She gave him a brilliant smile, full of love and trust. "I'll be right back."
Mark, having rummaged through the armoire, was ready for her when she returned, but his dick had gone half mast. Truthfully, while inflamed with the idea of finally doing as he liked with her, he was also nervous. What if he screwed this up? The beast had overwhelmed him once as a child, but he was a man now. What was there to worry about?
Smiling, Mark fastened soft handcuffs to her legs and wrists, and then he positioned his slave on her back, down the middle of the bed. Mark secured Elizabeth's wrists over her head, noticing how she licked her lips with nervous arousal as he did so. He stroked her face. "Scared?" he asked.
She gave a slightly panicked laugh. "Yes!"
He sat beside her then and kissed her forehead. "We don’t have to do this sweetheart. Honestly," he said. "I don’t need to tie you up to have my way with you." Mark raised his eyebrows up and down meaningfully at that. "I can overpower you at any time Lizzy, with my hands and body. But I tying you up gets me really, really hot."
"No, honey," she said, pulling a little at her chains. "It's okay, really. This is fun. I just get this strange combination of excitement, fear and lust when tied up. Such and adrenaline rush! The fear is a little overwhelming at first, is all. But the lust makes up for it in the long run."
"Good," Mark said. "And you remember your safe word, right? Use it at any time. I won't be mad if you do. We are both new to this. I'd rather stop too many times at first, than not enough."
Elizabeth agreed and Mark continued his work, intently arranging the mechanisms, confining her exactly as he had imagined. When he had finished he was once more fully erect. Elizabeth had her arms cuffed over the golden fan of hair on her head, stretched out to the bed head, while her legs were spread, cuffed and up high in the air about even with her shoulders. Her ass was lifted, just slightly off the bed. Mark thought she looked fantastic, all bound for his pleasure, open and fully exposed for whatever he wanted. And he wanted so much. He may not be an experienced Dom, but in his mind he had done everything already, many times before.
Sitting on the bed beside her, Mark stroked her breasts and said, "Okay?"
Elizabeth seemed a little shaky, but she nodded.
"I'm not going to ask for your permission for anything, Lizzy," Mark said. "Because I intend to use your body for my own pleasure and I'm going to do exactly as I like. Do you understand, Slave?
"Yes, Master."
"You have your safe word to use at any time," he continued. "I'm going to employ André's trick of pain and pleasure." Mark reached under the bed and pulled out a sophisticated gold and black flogger, showing it to her. He had wanted to smile, or make some sort of joke, but nothing would come. Solemn and straight faced, Mark cleared his throat. Focus, he thought, focus! But it was difficult to do so as his mind was filled with depraved, erotic pictures of flogging Elizabeth's soft skin, of seeing her thrashing and quivering,
and hearing her cry out from the attentions of his whip.
Elizabeth looked at him, with wide, fearful eyes.
André had explained to Mark the ins and outs of flogging, particularly concerning "sting" and "thud." Sting was caused by the type of hide used, where "thud" was decided by how thick the hide was and how many tails. The number of tails increased the thud, which was good, as it gave the sub the solid slamming feel. Mark had settled on a suede, mop-like flogger with lots of tails, for a hard thud. It had a two or three extra deer hide tails which created a fairly low level sting, unless vigorously applied.
Mark swallowed, forced a smile, and put the flogger down next to her on the bed. Anticipation was going to send him mad. There was a subtle tremor running through Elizabeth's body, and her transparent fear and alarm only made his dick harder. "There will be pain," he said in a rough voice that didn't sound like his own. "But first there will be pleasure."
13. The Beast
Mark ran his hands up and down her calves and thighs as he moved around to the end of the bed. Fuck she looked good. Never had he so clearly seen her feminine form, and not once had she been spread and ready for him. "I could simply eat you right up," he murmured. Instinctively he grabbed both thighs and dove right in, licking her wet slit, and sucking on her clitoris. Elizabeth called out loud in surprise, but Mark didn't slow. If anything he pushed his face against her further, nibbling, licking and ravaging her open sex.
Elizabeth began to shake and moan, raising her hips to him by bending her knees, causing the chain to shorten. Mark chuckled at her response and decided not to chastise her enthusiasm by demanding that she remain still. Was she excited by her own needs, or his? Or simply by what he was doing? But her shaved cunt was delicious, and he spread her nether lips with his fingers and tongued every single part of it. No doubt André would have used more finesse, but Mark figured his dick was just too hard to consider that.
