Mastered by the CEO (Mastered By #4)

by Opal Carew

  Effortless.

  He thrust as she moaned.

  “Who’s making you come?”

  “Oh, yes! Oh, M…M…M…” She could barely catch her breath. “Master,” she finally wailed as she shattered in a cataclysmic blast of euphoria.

  She drifted on a cloud. Her cells exploding one by one. Filling her with delightful, bursts of ecstasy. Then she imploded, sucking in a breath, then wailing at the top of her lungs.

  She felt him burst inside her, heat filling her and carrying her to a new high.

  Finally, she collapsed, realizing her torso rested on a soft bed, her Master’s big body resting on top of her. He was heavy and she was crushed to the mattress, but she didn’t want him to move away. She wanted to be beneath him forever, his huge cock inside her. His body possessing her completely

  * * *

  That morning, he ordered her to make breakfast, then clean up after while he read. When she was finished, he instructed her to sit on the couch across from him naked.

  “I want you wet and ready for me at all times,” he said. “I want to see your nipples hard and straining. And I want your pussy visibly wet.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She tweaked her nipple with one hand while she moved the other to her pussy. She stroked the folds.

  “Open your legs so I can see.”

  She widened her legs. The embarrassment from yesterday was gone. Right now she wanted him to look at her.

  She pinched her other nipple, tugging on it hard so it would sprout forward. Her fingers dipped inside her vagina and she stroked the silky flesh inside.

  “Are you wet?”

  “Yes, Master. Would you like me to show you?”

  “Yes. Open your pussy lips. Let me see.”

  She did as he said. The heat in his eyes warmed her. She could imagine her folds glistening with her slickness.

  She longed for him to come and touch her, but instead he returned to reading his book. She sat, open to him. Longing for him. But time ticked by as he ignored her.

  After half an hour, he looked up again.

  “Your nipples aren’t hard.”

  Anxiety rippled through her at the thought she’d disappointed him.

  “I’m sorry, Master,” she said as she tweaked her nipples aggressively, making them harden and elongate.

  “It’s too late for that.”

  Oh, God, had she failed? Did this mean he would send her packing?

  At that moment, she realized she hadn’t thought about her job or what this weekend meant toward gaining it back for her. All she cared about right this instant was that she didn’t want this weekend to end.

  “Please, Master. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

  He ignored her pleas and stood up.

  “Follow me.”

  She followed him down the hall, back to the room he’d taken her to last night. The one with the floggers. He grasped the back of her neck and guided her to the padded bench she’d stood beside yesterday.

  “Bend over,” he commanded.

  She bent over until her torso rested on the padding. He stretched her arms downward and bound them to the front of the bench with straps affixed to the wooden surface. Then he crouched behind her and she felt her ankles strapped into position.

  He walked to the wall and selected a flogger—pink suede. As he walked toward her, he stroked the long, flat tails. She watched them glide through his fingers like silk.

  He walked behind her and she tensed, expecting a stinging blow, but instead, the suede tails glided over her back in light strokes. Then they rippled from side to side. Soft. Caressing.

  She relaxed, soothed by the lulling gentleness.

  Then the soft fabric lifted from her skin, and connected sharply, stinging a little. But quickly soothing again in a soft caress.

  Then a stinging contact again, a little more than last time.

  Another gentle stroke.

  Her heart pumped faster as the flogger lifted again. This time it came down harder and she gasped.

  Then the strands glided over her ass. Ripples of awareness jolted through her. He pressed the handle, which felt like a series of stacked balls, against her ass and dragged it between her cheeks. The tip pressed against her anal opening and pushed against it.

  She gasped. She’d never had anal sex and… Oh, God was he going to push that inside her?

  To her shock she arched her ass upward, as if inviting him to do it.

  He chuckled, but glided the handle over her slick folds. She felt the tip push against her vagina. It pressed in a little.

  Oh, God she wanted him to drive it deep into her. She wanted to squeeze it inside her. To feel every bump and ridge of it.

  He pressed in about an inch… not enough… then he glided it over her soaking wet folds.

  Suddenly, the tails whipped against her ass, making her gasp.

  They swirled lightly over her stinging skin.

  Then they whipped against it again.

  She cried out.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  His words jarred her. Her ass burned. Another stroke would hurt even more.

  But she realized she didn’t want him to stop.

  “No, Master. Please. I want more.”

  He seemed to hesitate, then finally the flogger whipped against her ass again. She cried out.

  Then she felt hot flesh push against her opening. She whimpered. At the sound, he thrust deep into her. She contracted around him, wanting him to stay buried inside her body.

  The flogger stroked over her back again. He swirled it back and forth over her skin, as he dragged his cock along her passage. When he thrust in again, the flogger slashed across her skin.

  “Ohhhhh!”

  The burning pain and pleasure combined in an iridescent shimmer of delight.

  He thrust again, whipping her again. She moaned long and loud.

  Then she felt the slick tip of the flogger handle push against her ass. The pressure increased until it pushed inside. Just a little, but she moaned at the unexpectedly delightful sensation.

  He pumped into her, his big cock gliding deep and slow, filling her thoroughly, while he pulsed the slick handle in her ass in equally slow, but short strokes, never going in more than an inch.

  Her ass seemed to blossom. Relaxing and opening to him.

  “Oh, more, please.”

  “More what, baby?”

  “I want…” She wiggled her ass, trying to articulate. “Inside my ass. More…”

  He stroked her ass with his hand and eased the rod in deeper.

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  Then he thrust his hard cock into her. Picking up speed. He held the handle in place, concentrating on fucking her now. She squeezed, her back channel, tightening around the ridged handle and her vagina clamping tight around him.

  “Ah, fuck, baby. I want you to come right now.”

  As if his words alone had the power to make her climax, an orgasm exploded inside her, battering her senses with pure ecstasy. He plunged deeper and faster, driving her pleasure higher.

  Then he groaned, his heat erupting inside her. She burst into another orgasm.

  Finally, he slumped on top of her, the action driving the handle in her ass a little deeper. She moaned with pleasure.

  He stood up and stroked her ass.

  “You like this, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.” Her words came out breathless.

  He pushed it deeper inside her, drew it out, then pushed it deep again. Her whole world wobbled. An orgasm was only a breath away.

  Then he pulled it free.

  “Oh, noooo. Please.”

  He smacked her bottom with his hand.

  “Sorry, baby. I love that having something shoved up your ass turns you on so much, but if you’re going to come that way, it’ll only be if I’m inside you. Understand?”

  “Of course, Master.”

  * * *

  That afternoon, King could hardly contain
himself. His cock was hard non-stop. He longed to strip her bare and drive his thick cock right up her ass. To feel her tight canal strangle his thick member while he drove into her.

  But he needed to calm down. So he’d commanded her to dress and do some work in the backyard. Unfortunately, watching her denim clad ass as she leaned over, pulling weeds, only aggravated his need.

  Fuck, Rachel was the perfect sub. He’d been sure she’d balk at calling him Master and that she’d show some resistance along the way. He’d actually expected a lot of resistance, even if passive. He knew she would try to hide it, because she really wanted her job.

  But he could tell that she wanted him to command her. She loved him taking total control of her.

  She was a natural sub.

  He stood up and walked outside, then stripped off his clothes and dove into the pool. When his head broke from the water, he saw her watching him, a weed dangling from her hand.

  She dropped it on the ground and walked toward the pool, shedding her clothes as she walked. Her top fell to the ground, then she stripped away her bra. His cock swelled at the sight of her full breasts. Her jeans and panties dropped to the ground, then she walked down the steps into the water and swam toward him and right into his arms. Her lips found his and her soft, naked body pressed against him as her tongue thoroughly explored his mouth.

  “Master, I want to please you. I want to make your body sing.” Her hand wrapped around his growing column. She stroked him and he swelled within her grip.

  She dove under the water and he felt her hot mouth consume him. The feel of her warmth around his cock in contrast to the cool water around the rest of him made his head spin.

  She sucked and stroked for a moment, then came up for air.

  “That was delightful, slave, but I sense you want something.”

  “Only what I know you want, too.” She turned away from him and leaned against the side of the pool, presenting her ass to him. She widened her legs, exposing her slick folds. Then she grasped her ass cheeks and pulled them wide, exposing her little puckered opening.

  “Please fuck my ass, Master. I need to feel you there so bad.”

  The desperation in her voice shocked him. And his cock throbbed with the need to be inside her.

  “Fuck, baby. I need to go get some lube.”

  She ran her fingers over her pussy, then held them up. “Isn’t this good enough?”

  He groaned and closed the distance between them. When he pressed his cock to her slick slit, she pushed back against him, taking the tip of his head inside. He drove forward, filling her slick passage in one stroke.

  He was so dizzy with need he could just keep on pumping, then climax within seconds.

  But he pulled out and pressed his cockhead to her ass.

  * * *

  Rachel felt the pressure and tensed a little, nervousness catching her off guard. All she’d been able to think about ever since their encounter in the flogger room was the feel of that beaded handle inside her. Stimulating her. How it felt when she squeezed around it. As soon as her Master said that if she came with something in her ass it would be him, she couldn’t stop thinking of his big, fat cock driving deep inside her there.

  The whole time she’d been pulling weeds from the garden, she’d imagined her hand was wrapping around his cock rather than the stem of a plant. That she was pulling him toward her. She’d purposefully faced away from the window, so every time she leaned over he’d see her ass.

  Now he was here and his big cock was pressing against her puckered opening.

  “Fuck, baby, you’ve got me to hot, I’m not thinking straight. But I’m not going to rush this.”

  He took her hand and pulled her from the pool, then led her into the house at a trot. He didn’t seem to care that they were wet and dripping all over his floors, even as they hurried up the carpeted stairs.

  Once in his bedroom, he opened his dresser drawer, then pulled out a bottle. He flipped open the top.

  “Oh, please, Master. Let me.”

  He handed her the bottle and she squeezed the clear gel into her palm. She rubbed her hands together, spreading the lube over both palms, then she wrapped them around his thick, long cock.

  “Oh, man, that feels so good,” he said.

  She stroked his cock, spreading the glistening liquid over his whole pole. Then she turned and leaned against the bed.

  He stepped behind her and pressed his slick cock to her ass again. As much as she wanted it, though, she tensed as he started to push inside.

  “Relax, baby,” he murmured softly against her ear. “It’ll feel good. I promise.”

  Her Master’s voice soothed her and she instantly relaxed. The pressure of his cockhead against her increased and her opening stretched around his tip.

  “It’s going to be a little uncomfortable at first, but once I’m inside, it’ll get better. Okay?”

  She nodded. His cock pushed in very slowly, giving her time to adjust. He stretched her, slowly moving deeper.

  The discomfort became almost unbearable.

  But she didn’t want him to stop.

  “You okay, baby?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Please don’t stop.”

  He smiled against her cheek. “I won’t.”

  She groaned as the thickest part of his corona pushed inside, stretching her impossibly wide. Filling her so full she thought she’d burst. She felt dizzy with excitement.

  He held still, letting her get used to the feel of him. His cock thick and hard inside her. Her canal gripping him firmly. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer.

  “Please. I want more.”

  He glided deeper and she sucked in a breath. He was so thick. Her canal was so tight around him and she couldn’t help squeezing.

  He groaned. “Ah, fuck, love. I’m hanging on by a hair.”

  She drew in a deep breath as he slid back, then slowly glided deep again. Her breath caught.

  Then his fingers found her clit and he stroked. She moaned loud and long.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass now, baby. If you want me to stop, say so. That’s an order. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” she said on a quivery breath.

  “Good.”

  He began to move. His cock gliding in and out. It was an incredible feeling. Intense. Tight.

  She felt so full.

  His fingers teased her clitoris, driving her pleasure higher. Intensifying every sensation.

  “Oh, God!” The orgasm swelled through her, building as he pumped into her faster. She gasped, then moaned so loud she was afraid she’d burst his eardrums.

  But he kept on pumping. Then he jerked forward. The feel of his hot come filling her ass sent her over the edge again. She wailed her release.

  “Oh, baby, I love hearing you come,” he murmured against her temple.

  She shuddered in his arms. He tightened them around her, holding her snug to his body.

  Slowly, she realized they weren’t moving anymore. Her body, still pulsing from the incredible pleasure, slumped back against him. He turned them around and sat down, his cock still up her ass.

  She shuddered again as pleasure pulsed through her one more time. Then he rolled her onto her side. His cock slipped free and he drew her close. She snuggled against him, wishing they could do it all over again.

  * * *

  On their last night together, King made love to her sweetly and with passion. His big cock driving deep and hard. His kisses fueling her need to an electrifying level.

  When they came—simultaneously and explosively—she cried out his name. Not Master. Not Mr. Tayler.

  But King.

  Now she lay in his arms in the darkness, knowing the truth.

  Knowing she was fully and hopelessly in love with him.

  She bit her lip. What kind of idiot was she? This weekend wasn’t about them as a couple. It was about her proving that she could follow his orders. That she could be a good executive.

  S
he didn’t even know if she’d succeeded in doing that, with the many mistakes she’d made. If she was very… very… lucky he might offer her a position with Collier Industries.

  But even if he did, and that was a big if, she was sure he probably wouldn’t want to start up a relationship again. It was complicated enough the last time and… what was she even thinking? He lived in a different city. Her job would be here in San Diego, whereas he worked out of the corporate headquarters over a thousand miles away.

  No, this weekend was all she had. She might be able to hope for the occasional weekend if he was in town... but a relationship? That would never work out.

  In the morning, she got up early and made breakfast for them both. After they finished eating, he dragged her off to the shower for one more sensual romp.

  As they sat over coffee, a smile on his face, she hesitated, wanting to ask the question forefront on her mind. But a slave didn’t ask questions.

  But the need to know burned through her.

  Finally, she sucked in a breath and spoke. “Master, may I ask a question?”

  He rested his hand on hers, then drew it to his mouth and pressed his lips to her skin.

  “The weekend’s over, Rachel. You don’t have to call me that anymore.”

  “Okay, I… may I ask you a question?”

  He smiled. “Of course.”

  Now that she had permission, she wasn’t quite sure how to ask.

  “I was wondering… I mean… how did I do this weekend?”

  “You really have to ask? You were sensational.”

  “Thank you, Master.” She coughed. “I mean King. But what I want to know is…” She gazed into his charcoal eyes. “Were you happy with my performance?”

  At his grin, her cheeks flushed.

  “I mean, may I keep my job?”

  His lips compressed and her heart stopped as he shook his head.

  “No, I’m afraid not.”

  She couldn’t breathe. Shadows closed in on her and she felt faint.

  “But I…” Arguing with him was the last thing she should do. “Please, I’ll do anything you want to keep my job.”

  “Yes, you’ve already proven that.”

  “But…” Her eyes welled with tears, but she blinked them back. “Wasn’t I good enough?”

  “Well, that’s just it.” His enigmatic gaze locked on hers. “You’re too good.”