Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender

by Opal Carew

  She said it casually, not wanting to put any pressure on either one of them.

  Nate’s eyes drilled into hers. “I would love that.” He kissed her again.

  And just like that any awkwardness she felt was gone. Now wasn’t the time to bring up Christmas dinner. “Where do I start?”

  He set her on her feet. She did a slow turn around the office but Nate halted her with a soft tug on her arm. “Isn’t today the day you get your exam results?”

  With all the chaos around him, Nate remembered about her exam. Her heart squeezed. She gave him a broad smile and pulled her exam paper out of her purse to show him.

  He plucked it from her. “Beautiful and brilliant.” He pulled her close for another long, hard kiss. “We need to celebrate this.”

  She shook her head but was thrilled at the genuine pleasure she saw in his eyes. “A celebration can wait. Your phone can’t. I’ll get the phone then you can show me what else you need me to do.”

  * * *

  Nate insisted on paying her. Though the extra money was welcome, she would have done this for him for free. He’d done so much for her.

  It also felt wonderful to feel useful, appreciated, and valued. She hadn’t felt any of those things in a very long time and never with Steven. Thinking of Steven, her stomach burned and continued to burn despite telling herself that he was gone from her life.

  Nate’s partners wandered in one by one over the course of the day. Nate introduced Mac, Seth, Caleb, Ty and Reed. Just a few short weeks ago, she would have shut down in their presence, completely intimidated and afraid. But not today, despite them being big, formidable men, and all Dominants, like Nate. Well, no one was like Nate.

  Corinne was emailing a document for Reed when Nate entered the reception area. She glanced up at him.

  Nate braced his hands on the desk she was using. “You were a lifesaver today.”

  But it was Nate who’d saved her. She’d fallen in love with him, she realized. Tonight, she’d tell him. During their play. It was then, when she was completely open and unshielded from him, that she would tell him.

  “Nate leaned across the desk and kissed her.

  Behind Nate, Mac joked, “Do I get a kiss too?”

  Nate held up his middle finger. “Get your own girl.”

  Mac laughed. Corinne loved the easy banter between the men. When she invited Nate to Christmas dinner, she’d see what he thought about inviting his partners as well.

  Nate ended the kiss. “Time to go home, baby.”

  “Already?” The day had gone by in a blur.

  He gave her another quick kiss then laughed. “I love your enthusiasm, sweetheart. But yeah, it’s time to go home. First though, I’m taking you out for dinner. We have an ‘A’ to celebrate.”

  * * *

  Corinne asked Nate if would mind taking her home before they went out to dinner. She wanted to shower and change clothes. The nature of Nate’s business often required that he or the other men pull all nighters and the office was equipped with a full washroom. Nate had showered and changed into a fresh suit there. Now, he waited in her living room with her TV tuned to a sports channel while she got ready.

  She smiled when she came out of her bedroom to find Nate seated on the end of her couch, eyes glued to the screen. Her heart did a flip flop and warmed thinking of the domestic picture they made, as if they were a couple. The idea of it didn’t terrify her as she thought it would have.

  She didn’t think she’d made a sound, but Nate heard her.

  “Hey, baby, just another minute and the game will be . . .” He looked away from the screen and to her. His eyes widened. “ . . . over.”

  She’d changed into the only killer dress she owned, suitable for the restaurant Nate was taking her to for her celebration. The dress was a sexy black and hugged her figure, making the most of her breasts and ass. She added six-inch heels that made what she’d always considered her stubby legs look less so.

  She’d expected that Nate would drop her off, not waste time waiting for her, but he’d told her to take her time. She hadn’t. What man didn’t mind waiting? But Nate had clearly found a way to pass the time watching the ball game.

  The game was still being played but Nate was no longer watching it. His eyes landed on her and heated. He made her feel beautiful. Desirable. Desired by him.

  Steven’s words that she was plain and not woman enough to arouse him echoed in her mind. The thought crept in, insidious, and once there took hold. She could not let thoughts of Steven ruin what she was trying so hard to build. Her life, her happiness were still so new, so fragile. But it seemed she wasn’t able to stop the thoughts. More and more Steven invaded her mind. It scared her that it was becoming harder to push him out.

  “Corinne?”

  Her gaze darted to Nate. “Sorry. My mind wandered.”

  Nate didn’t respond. He continued to watch her. The longer he looked at her, the hotter his eyes got. His gaze was now hot enough to burn. “Turn for me. Slowly. Make me feel it.”

  It was a command, Dom to sub, and she obeyed at once. She did a slow twirl.

  “Are you wearing panties and a bra?”

  “Ye-es.”

  “Take them off. I want to know you’re bare under that dress for me to touch your pussy in the restaurant if I choose to.”

  Corinne’s breath rushed out of her. His words and the want that sparked in his eyes jumpstarted her own desire. Hands fumbling, she removed her underthings.

  “Give me your panties.” Nate held out his hand. When she complied, he put them to his face. “Already wet. I’m going to keep you that way all night.”

  Corinne’s folds swelled. Her eyes glazed over.

  At the restaurant, Corinne was surprised to find that Nate had reserved an out of the way table where they would be alone. They placed their dinner and wine orders then when the wine arrived, Nate toasted her “A”, ending the toast with a bone-melting kiss.

  After their entrees were served, and they were again alone, Nate moved one hand to the hem of her dress. “Eat,” he said. And then he stroked her cleft.

  No one could see what Nate was doing to her, but they were in a public place and the threat of discovery shot adrenaline through her, heightening her senses.

  They’d ordered a succulent seafood platter for two that didn’t require the use of a knife. Without the need of both of his hands, Nate kept one hand on her throughout his meal, brushing her clit with the edge of one large finger. Soft, slow caresses that were slowly driving her out of her mind.

  “You’re not eating.”

  Nate’s voice penetrated the fog of pure lust overtaking her mind. The last thing she wanted now was food. She was so close to coming, her whole body was trembling. Of course, Nate knew how close she was.

  He tapped her clit, deliberately taking her to the brink. “You do not come without my permission. We clear?”

  “Ye-s,” she stammered.

  He forked up a piece of his fish then fed it to her. As she opened her mouth to receive the food, he pinched her clit hard enough to make her come. But he hadn’t given her permission. Corinne clamped down on every muscle to fight the climax bearing down on her. She clenched her legs together but that only trapped his finger inside her, the finger he was now dragging back and forth over her distended, pulsing clit.

  He was keeping her right at the edge, stroking her until she was about to come apart and then stopping, giving her a few precious seconds of relief before he stroked her again.

  Everything around her faded as she fought for control. She was desperate for release, but she couldn’t come unless he allowed it. Pressing her lips together, she contained her climax and stifled the scream of release she was sure would be heard across the restaurant.

  Nate nodded and removed his finger. His chest was heaving with quick, short breaths. His eyes were more blue than she’d ever seen them. He cut their dinner short with their meals largely untouched.

  In the truck, he said
, “Hike up your dress.”

  Once she did, he began slowly stroking her center as he had in the restaurant. More feather light caresses that had Corinne lifting her hips off the seat and pressing into his hand.

  As soon as they cleared the door, he turned to her. The lust in his eyes was fierce. “On the end of my bed, Corinne. On your knees. Legs spread wide. Naked.”

  Nate moved to stand in front of her. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head back so she could look no where but at him. But she didn’t need him to hold her in place. There was no where else she wanted to look. No where else she wanted to be.

  “Who are you with, Corinne?” he asked.

  “Nate. You, Nate.” Her voice was breathy, her words slurred. Drunk on lust, she didn’t sound like herself.

  She got into position and when Nate entered his room a few moments later, she was waiting as he’d instructed. She was so ready to come, she’d do anything.

  At Nate’s entrance, she lowered her gaze, slipping into her submissiveness without conscious thought. She held her pose, awaiting his command.

  “Very good, Corinne.”

  His praise meant so much to her. It washed over her like the warmest sunshine. Knowing that she’d pleased him filled her with pride and made her feel worthy for the first time in a long time. She never wanted to disappoint him or displease him.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said.

  Nate’s voice came thick. She could hear how aroused he was and the bulge at his crotch gave visible proof of his words. The throbbing inside her increased.

  He was holding a length of rope, rope that was covered in a silky fabric so it wouldn’t abrade skin. He was going to bind her. Corinne’s eyes widened with expectation. Her breathing picked up, began rushing in and out of her.

  Nate took his time, looking his fill of her with those dark, penetrating eyes. Though she was vibrating with need, she remained still not wanting to do anything to diminish his pleasure. Finally, he came to her. He held one end of the rope in each hand.

  “Hands behind your back.”

  When she’d positioned her hands as he’d instructed, he wound the rope around the front of her body, leaving her breasts and mound exposed and ready for his touch or whatever he had in mind for her, then bound her hands.

  Her legs were spread as wide as they could go. Nate ran a length of rope to each ankle and secured her corresponding wrists. When he was done, he checked her bonds to make sure they weren’t cutting off her circulation. They weren’t and he nodded his satisfaction.

  Corinne was unable to move at all. A feeling of joy and exhilaration filled her. Being bound and helpless for Nate thrilled her. A rush of moisture spurted from her.

  Nate reached out and touched her folds. His finger came away wet. “So beautiful in your submission,” he murmured.

  Despite his arousal obviously riding him, Nate took his time undressing, his eyes returning to her again and again as he went through the mechanics of removing his clothing. She was on display for his pleasure, as he’d phrased it, and he wouldn’t be rushed.

  When he was fully unclothed he crossed the room to her. His body, without an ounce of flesh to spare and with all those hard, ridged muscles looked coiled tight as a spring. His arousal jutted out, fully erect, and saliva pooled in Corinne’s mouth. She wanted him inside her, demanding, controlling, taking everything he wanted from her, filling her completely.

  “You want this. In your mouth. In your pussy.”

  Nate’s voice snapped like a whip.

  She made a plaintive sound of arousal. “Very much.”

  “My cock is a reward. You’re going to have to earn it.”

  She shivered at the promise in his words but lowered her gaze and said softly, “Ye-s.”

  Nate bent and tongued her nipples, licking and sucking the tips into hard red peaks. Her senses were already on overload and as soon as he touched her, her juices started flowing in a steady stream.

  Her folds were slick, slippery. Nate glanced his thumb over her clit. She was already on edge and just that one touch brought on a sensation that threatened to take her all the way over.

  Nate sat beside her on the bed. He inserted a finger inside her. He moved it up then down then circled her inner walls. Her world became centered on that one finger.

  Corinne wanted to squirm, wanted to move against him to increase the friction but she was bound too tightly. But it wasn’t the bonds that kept her still. Even if she could move, she wouldn’t. If she were unbound, she would remain as still as she was now for as long as Nate commanded.

  He hadn’t given her permission to do anything but remain as he’d placed her. She would only have the pleasure he chose to give her when and how he chose to give it to her.

  But she wanted release. Needed release. The more he worked her, the harder it became for her to keep from coming. Her breath caught on the cusp of a pleasure that had her shuddering.

  “Your skin is flushed a gorgeous pink. Pretty pussy. I can smell how wet you are.” Nate bent lower. He nudged her folds apart with his nose and breathed long and deep. “You are the sweetest perfume.”

  He replaced his finger with his tongue, lapping along her slit. He licked her slowly, so slowly, using the tip and the flat edge, twisting, turning and swirling to leave no part of her untouched. Fresh moisture gushed from her. Corinne made a sound she didn’t recognize as coming from herself and her thighs began to quake.

  “Who are you with, Corinne?” Nate said, his voice hoarse with his own arousal.

  “Nate . . . Nate.” She said his name on a shaky breath.

  He sat beside her again. Gently, he picked her up then placed her across his spread legs. His erection, so hard and swollen, pressed against her belly. Corinne’s mouth watered so badly did she want to taste him as he’d tasted her. She licked her lips but though he was close, he was too far for her to reach him with mouth.

  Nate entered her again with his fingers. Her breath caught. Another instant and she’d . . .

  He withdrew his hand.

  “Please . . . please . . .” She could no longer keep from begging.

  “I told you, you’d have to earn my cock,” Nate said. “You’re not there yet. It’s up to me to know when you are. It’s up to me to wring from you the most response, to give you every pleasure. Now, thank me for denying your plea to come. Repeat after me: Nate, thank you for not letting me come.”

  Corinne wasn’t sure she could hold onto the words long enough to repeat them but Nate knew how far gone she was.

  He inserted his fingers deep inside her and resumed his maddening strokes. “Say the words, Corinne: Thank you for not letting me come, Nate.”

  “Thank you . . . Nate . . . Thank you for . . . not letting me . . . come.”

  “Very good, sweetheart.”

  He kissed her bottom. He removed his fingers from inside her and began to stroke her ass cheeks, first one and then the other. His hand was so large and his palm was rough and calloused on her overheated, sensitive skin. All the while he caressed her ass, he used his other hand to tug on her nipples. Corinne didn’t think she could become more aroused without reaching orgasm but then his hand cracked against her ass, proving her wrong.

  Nate wasted no time administering the second blow. His big hands were so strong, and powerful and though he took care to strike her in different places, each blow hurt. She had no doubt his strikes would leave marks. Having his marks on her, his marks of possession, made her feel wanted and filled her with a sense of belonging.

  Nate kept up the sensual onslaught and with each strike of his hand, Corinne’s world fell more and more into proper balance, more and more right. This was what she needed. She moaned and tried to move, restless, her desire building to a fever pitch.

  But Nate had bound her so utterly that movement was impossible. The rope and his hand on her held her in place. This was what she craved as much as air to breathe. The choice to accept what he would do to her had been taken fr
om her. She had no choices and she felt a dizzying rush of sensation knowing she was his to do with as he pleased. She was Nate’s.

  Nate continued to spank her and wave after wave of pleasure bombarded her until she lost all sense of time and place and all she lived for, everything she lived for, was the next strike of Nate’s hand.

  She was so close to orgasm. She could smell her own arousal that hung heavy in the air.

  An instant later, Nate picked her up and set her on her stomach in the middle of the bed. His fingers delved into her hair, twisting around the strands and his erection was at her entrance, pushing inside. This was no gentle wooing as he’d done previously. He was rougher, edgier, a man past his endurance. He was off the leash, she thought, and it thrilled her that she was the one who’d caused him to lose his control.

  Nate drove all the way inside her in one hard thrust. His hand tightened in her hair and though she wouldn’t have believed it possible, he got even harder. He felt huge inside her, broader, and had gone deeper than he ever had before.

  He made a sound, an animal-like snarl. “You’re mine, Corinne. I’ll take what’s mine.”

  She shivered at his words, her body shaking as if she were already in the throes of orgasm. Oh, yes, she was his. He owned her.

  Nate was breathing hard. He bent over her, deepening his possession until he stretched her almost to the point of pain and pressed against her inner walls so he could go no deeper. His body curved around hers, covering her thoroughly so she was enveloped by him, possessed, protected.

  His perspiration dripped onto her back and his pre-come slid down her inner thighs, blending with her own. They were as joined as two people could be. Corinne shook from head to toe as her body reached the very edge of orgasm. More sensation so intense it bordered on pain, the very best pain, consumed her, overwhelmed her senses and reduced her to a mindless creature whose sole focus was pleasure. She released a long deep moan and ground her face into the mattress.

  Nate’s hand came down hard on her ass again at the same time his fingers brushed against her clit. “Who owns you?”