Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender

by Opal Carew

  He moved quickly, drawing her wrists together and fastening them to the headboard with the aid of the belt.

  The tension in her arms was shocking at first but when she relaxed into it and let herself go, there was a heady rush from the complete sense of powerlessness it brought about. He arranged her so she was further on her side, one knee drawn up towards her breast. Her nether regions were bared to him, and she pressed the side of her face into the pillow, humiliation bringing its own rush of confused emotions. With her wrists harnessed and her pussy so thoroughly exposed she felt vulnerable and helpless.

  "I'm going to blindfold you. For me it's symbolic, it's about trust again, but you should feel your other senses heighten in response."

  Encouraging her to lift her head, he slipped the silk tie around her face. The fabric was cool and soft and light as a feather against her skin. As she sank into darkness Naomi realised how completely she was being immersed into this experience – into whatever followed, whatever he chose to make happen. Anticipation raced in her blood.

  "I can tell a lot by your responses but if you're uncomfortable with anything, please say so." He stroked her cheek, and she turned her face into his palm and kissed it.

  "I 'm, comfortable. I'm nervous, but it's...pleasurable." She swallowed. "I haven't done anything quite like this before, but I want to, with you, now."

  It was what he wanted her to say earlier, she knew. And somehow being totally honest made her feel more naked and exposed than she had moments earlier, when she thought there was no deeper level of vulnerability she could find herself in. He was pure seduction, she knew but she couldn't resist his silver tongue – she didn't want to. Was it so bad to let go, to let him own her so totally during the act?

  "I like the fact you're honest with me. If we're level with each other, anything's possible."

  "Anything?"

  "Don't be afraid. I'll never laugh at you or be disappointed if you aren't happy."

  The way he spoke…it sounded oddly like a bond was being forged.

  It fascinated her, sexually, the way he seemed to command respect just by… being. The fact he discussed it with her so intimately took her into another realm of expectation and abandon. She was discovering something about herself; she liked being led into new experiences, especially like this – when she was bound and powerless.

  His hand was on her bared bottom. "Did you enjoy it when I spanked you last night?"

  "You know I did."

  His hand moved away. "Ready?"

  For what? Anything. "Yes."

  She heard a snapping sound and something made sudden painful contact with her buttocks. Her body jerked and she gasped for breath. What was it? A vivid stinging seared across her flesh in the wake of the contact.

  The belt, she realized. It was the second belt.

  Instinctively she tried to pull away, her wrists tugging against the leather harnessing her.

  "Is it too much for you? Do you want me to stop?"

  She was about to say yes when the sting in her flesh turned into pleasure, the afterburn setting loose a fiery sexual thrill deep inside her. Her pussy throbbed with longing, the pulse in her clit beating wildly. "No, don't stop."

  He slid the leather back and forth across her skin, allowing her to feel how soft it was, how supple, then delivered another crack across both buttocks.

  She moaned loudly, the humiliation and the pain sending her crazy with lust.

  "When I get around to fucking you, you'll feel it more intensely than before, because you'll be so sensitive."

  The dark promise in his comment only made her crazier still.

  She wriggled and whimpered, lifting her knee higher, parting her legs and baring her pussy more, silently begging him to put his long hard cock there and ease the aching need. The next slap of the belt caught the underside of her buttock. The shock made her cry out.

  He delivered another crack. She struggled to breathe, panting aloud, her whole nether region aflame. Her buttocks burned vividly, and each sensation connected with the place at her center—the place where she craved his thrusts.

  Pleasure, pain and shame swamped her.

  She heard the belt drop to the floor.

  He stroked his fingers into her wet groove making brief, maddening contact with her swollen clit.

  "Please, Lucas. I need you there."

  He gave a dark laugh and snatched her into his arms, holding her upper body so her back was locked tightly against his chest. "That almost sounded like begging."

  She sank her teeth in to her lower lip. The effect his proximity had on her was acute. His presence at her back swamped her in heady carnal desire. It was like narcotics, dissolving her ability to think or reason clearly.

  "I'd like to keep you tied up this way forever."

  Oh, God, why does that arouse me so much?

  He'd pressed his erection against her back so she knew how ready he was, how aroused he was. "I could have you whenever I wanted."

  "Lucas, don't." It was too much. The whole idea of it had her pussy hot and slick.

  "I could toy with you, look at you, make you beg for it... and fuck you all night, every night."

  Her pussy salivated for his cock. She kicked her legs, frustration needling at her. She ached for him to fuck her senseless. She couldn't trust herself for a moment.

  "You can't make me beg for it, to wait like this," she argued, her voice faltering, "not when I've already let you bind me and blindfold me and it's obvious I want you... badly."

  "Oh, but I can, because you're right on the edge of begging right now." His tone was too seductive and his breath was warm in her ear.

  "Arrogant bastard," she blurted, unable to stop herself.

  He laughed.

  He moved his hand down between her legs and ran his fingers over her wet folds, massaging her clit until he sparked a sweet, sudden orgasm.

  "You see, you're already desperate."

  The release stunned her, but within moments her level of need was climbing again. He'd redirected his attention to her breasts, his fingers brushing languorously over her erect nipples. Without warning he tugged on one nipple.

  Electricity shot from nipple to clit, wiring her whole body with heightened need. He's right. I'm about ready to beg.

  Was that what he wanted? Infuriated, she wriggled and attempted to push him back with her elbow, which only made him laugh. He moved his hand, slowly running it over the surface of her throat and then lower, down around the outside of one breast, slowly cupping it in his hand and moving the flesh.

  She felt his tongue rasp over her tingling nipple. She struggled to find her voice, to verbalize her emotions, but it was useless. The bondage made her his, totally, and that meant taking every moment of torturous teasing as well as every pleasure. I wanted this.

  With Lucas lying alongside her—toying with her, his large male body pressing so determinedly against hers, his mouth brushing over her skin—she was helpless, a victim of his whims and her own desires.

  "I'm hard," he said, pressing his cock hard against her. "You make me hard. This is because of you."

  His finger sank into the slick wetness of her sex, one lone digit thrusting up inside. Her heart raced, her body clamoring for more. Thrusting her hips she drove up and down onto his hand, her back arching. "Please, Lucas…"

  "What? You want more?" He added a second finger.

  Grasping the hard intrusion she rolled her hips. She could hear the sucking sound of her wetness on his fingers. "Yes, I want more. I want you, Lucas. I want your cock inside me, fucking me."

  "I like the sound of that."

  He really did want her to beg. "Fuck it! Lucas, I'm begging you, please! Please fuck me! Now, dammit!"

  With a gruff laugh he withdrew his hand and she heard the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open. A moment later, his hand retuned to the underside of her thigh, and the hard nub of his erection pressed into her slippery pussy from behind.

  "Oh please, oh Go
d, yes, please."

  "I'm right here."

  When he pushed into her, opening and stretching her, pleasure rippled out from his cock – the gnawing ache replaced with glorious feeling of fullness that suffused her entire pelvis.

  "I like hearing you beg."

  Obviously. Naomi had the mad urge to laugh. She was light-headed with the buzz, glad for the tether holding her in place.

  He thrust deeper, faster, and to the hilt, drawing a sharp gasp from her when he claimed her thoroughly. Her position meant his erection massaged a sweet spot deep inside her and her breath caught on the extreme rush of pleasure it brought about. Everything he'd warned her about was true. The lack of vision intensified everything. The soreness on her buttocks like a trigger for pleasure/pain.

  He'd wrapped his hand around her upper thigh, keeping it tight against her body. He was half kneeling with one knee on either side of her other leg, parting her legs and grinding deeper still. She couldn't have moved if she wanted to. Her pelvis was on fire, her body tightening and releasing each time he thrust into her.

  Hot, electrifying friction built fast between them. He rode her hard and she loved it, her core clutching at him. Her clit was pounding, crushed as it was between her legs. Dizzy with sensation, her emotions soared, her entire body carried on the rush.

  "You're so tight, so hot."

  She writhed on the bed, her core reaching for the plateau, for release.

  He thrust harder and faster, working his way into her as he neared climax.

  Lightning hit. Cries of ecstasy escaped her, and she couldn't hold them back.

  "Oh yes," he breathed in response to her moans. "It's so right between us."

  He slammed into her.

  Her fingers locked on the belt tethering her, her hips rolling.

  His cock had worked its way into the place that made her feel wild and free, and she flung her head back.

  Lucas swore low and his fingers tightened on her. His cock grew harder still, and she squirmed against him, her core stretched to capacity. Release rushed through her, sparkling pleasure tipping into every nerve ending.

  He whispered her name then roared loudly, his cock jerking as he came.

  His body shuddered. She could feel his heart thudding against her back.

  Then he stroked her hair, and he whispered gentle, soothing words. Dazed, drowned in pleasure, she felt weightless and weak in the aftermath.

  Lucas moved, cleaned up, undid the belt, removed the blindfold, then returned to his former position and held her close, coaxing her to relax.

  Nestled in his arms, she lay quietly, savoring the feeling of his arms around her. In the half light she stared at him as she grew accustomed to the half-light again. He was smiling a deeply pleasured smile. For several minutes they just looked at each other, coming to terms with what they'd just exchanged, coming back to where they were, and she absorbed each precious moment of that intimacy.

  "Happy?" he asked, eventually.

  "Uh-huh." Sleep was stealing in on her. She rested her head against his shoulder and her eyelids began to lower.

  The last thing she remembered as she dozed off was him rearranging her on the bed, stroking her gently all over, and then applying soothing salve to her tender behind. When she dozed off, it was with the knowledge of total security, of being pleasured and cherished and knowing what complete ecstasy was.

  Chapter Six

  Lucas blinked into the morning light, wishing it away.

  Time was precious, but he had to take action.

  It was hard to leave Naomi without waking her first, but he eased out from next her as quietly as he could and arose shortly after seven. Grabbing his robe he looked back at her while he pulled the garment on.

  The vision of her sprawled in his familiar bed made him yearn to keep her there. Her tousled hair was spread over the pillow, a flash of red against the crisp white sheets. The bed linens were crumpled in her arms, the curve of her waist and hip revealed where the covers had fallen away. All that beauty, and she was incredibly creative and talented too. Once again he thanked fate for allowing him to see her and scoop her up when she'd walked into the agency.

  It surprised him that she thought he'd forgotten about her business, but it was early days. Once she got to know him better she wouldn't doubt that kind of thing ever again. Her design business was a part of her, just as the agency was part of him. The parallel was important. He'd never push her business needs aside and she'd see that soon enough. He intended to prove it to her that very morning.

  Closing the door quietly he made his way down the corridor and into the office. Pausing in the doorway, he smiled to himself over what Naomi had said about his lifestyle. His office doubled as living accommodations, and his living accommodations held a fully operational office. She'd spotted that quickly enough.

  Work ruled his life, it was true, and he was happy with it that way. His ex-wife hadn't liked it. Clara didn't have a career of her own and whilst she told him she was happy to be a trophy wife – and she did, often, and increasingly sarcastically – she'd grown bored. Other men drew her attention.

  He had regrets there. Not because of Clara though. It was because he'd missed out on time with his son. Not any more. Nowadays he had two weekends a month solidly built in to spend with Toby. That commitment sliced and diced the rest of his month for work. A simple division of time.

  He'd meant to be working this weekend, but his encounter with Naomi had altered his plans. It never happened, not to this level of intensity. His recent encounters were brief, never lasting more than a night, but there was no question about it. Once he met Naomi he wanted to spend her whole London weekend with her – and more, if she was agreeable.

  Taking a seat at the desk, he picked up the phone and scrolled through

  the stored numbers. He opted to ring Jack Hudson. Jack was keen and flexible and ambitious, and Lucas figured he wouldn't mind being disturbed at this time on a Sunday morning. He pressed dial and waited to see if he got an answering machine.

  Luck was on his side, Jack picked up.

  "Yeahello," he said in a sleepy voice.

  "Sorry to wake you, Jack. Lucas Eaglestone here."

  "Lucas! Hello, what can I do for you?"

  "I wondered if you could put in a few extra hours for me this morning. It's a big ask, so if you've got something on I'll take it elsewhere. It's a little something that has to be done urgently. There's a bonus in it for you, if you can take it on."

  "Sure thing, I'm your man."

  "Not getting in the way of any weekend plans?"

  "Nothing I can't rearrange."

  "I won't be upsetting a girlfriend by luring you away?"

  "Nope, it was a gym trip with the buddies. I can head down this evening."

  Lucas was glad. "I'll email you details of what I need. If you could deliver two copies of the document to me around half past one, that'd be ideal. I'll be at The Regent's Kitchen restaurant on Stratton Street. I'll wait in the reception area."

  They exchanged a few more details and when the conversation ended Lucas

  switched on his computer and opened his e-mail. Just as he was about to type in the notes for Jack, he noticed an e-mail from his son.

  Toby didn't often e-mail, so Lucas took a quick look.

  The message was short and written in text speak. Lucas scanned the contents quickly, frowning as he got the gist of it. From what he could tell Toby would be traveling with a school party to Switzerland for a five day skiing trip, leaving Heathrow that very morning.

  "This is the first I've heard of it," Lucas muttered to himself.

  Presumably Toby wasn't supposed to let him know. He'd be back in time to spend the following weekend with his dad. Clara seemed to like cutting him out of the loop since their divorce was final. Lucas wasn't happy. Firstly, he hadn't been informed, and secondly because this would be Toby's first trip away from home without one or both of his parents.

  He was seven years old –
was he ready for that? In all likelihood, yes.

  Lucas had every faith in the school. It wasn't that he didn't trust them to take care of his son. It was his wife he didn't trust. He didn't like being kept out of the picture. He glanced at his watch and made a mental note to speak to Clara about it later that day.

  Quickly, he typed the notes to Jack.

  "Have I kept you from your work?"

  Naomi's voice behind him drew his attention. She was standing in the doorway, wrapped in a sheet, her glorious hair hanging loose over her shoulders.

  She stifled a yawn then smiled.

  "Not at all." He felt the urge to say more. "I was just reading an e-mail from my son."

  "You have a son?" She wandered closer.

  Lucas watched as the sheet slid away from one shoulder. What a sight. It was like having the birth of Venus standing right there in front of him. "Yes, his name's Toby. He's seven years old, almost eight."

  He minimized his email in order to show her the photo he had as his wallpaper. It was a photo of him with Toby at Tower Bridge.

  "Oh, wow, he's adorable." She studied the photo of them both silently for several moments. "Should I leave you alone so you can reply? I need to grab a shower anyway." She looked a little unsure of what to do.

  It was the rare flicker of uncertainty in an otherwise confident, self-possessed woman that captured his interest. He shook his head. "I'll speak to him later. He's heading off on a school trip so I'll get in touch once he lands in Switzerland."

  He drew her into his arms. "Besides, I'd like us to take that shower together. If it suits you?"

  She slipped readily into his lap and traced her fingers down one side of his face, before nodding.

  "Anything else you have to deal with first?" She nodded at his computer screen. "I'm comfy here," she added with a smile, and looped her arms around his neck.

  Lucas wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her in place, then swivelled back to face the screen. With his free hand he hit send on the message to Jack, and then scanned the rest of his emails.

  She rested against him, her body supine from sleep, and stroked his hair.