by Desiree Holt
He eased his fingers from her body then rubbed them against her lips.
“Taste yourself, sugar. That’s the sweetest juice ever. Come on, let me see you lick your lips.”
Obediently, she ran her tongue over first her upper lip then her lower one, the liquid a mixture of tart and sweet and salty.
“Good,” he praised her. “Very good. In a minute I’m going to let you mix something else with it, but first things first.”
He moved away from the bed, and she wished she could see him, watch him take his clothes off and let her see his naked body.
Soon. Very soon.
She jerked slightly when something probed the entrance to her cunt.
“Easy,” he said. “It’s only a dildo to get you warmed up for the real thing. You don’t know how hot it makes me to see it disappearing into your sweet little pussy, before long you’ll feel my cock in there.”
When he pushed it all the way in, he slapped each cheek of her ass once.
“I’m going to turn you over now, Abbie. I’ll release your ankles and cuff your hands behind your back. But the blindfold stays on. That way you can feel everything that much sharper.”
The dildo stretched her tissues. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“And no matter what, you may not come until I give you permission. Nod your head if you understand.”
She nodded vehemently.
He released her ankles and took a few moments to rub her calves and thighs, easing the strain the position had put on her muscles. Then, unfastening the cuffs holding her to the headboard, he massaged her arms and wrists with his warm hand. Finally, he rearranged her on the bed until she kneeled, hands cuffed behind her, blindfold still in place.
Fabric rustled and she hoped that meant he had finally gotten around to taking off his clothes. Would he remove the blindfold and let her see him? Should she ask or would he punish her for being impertinent? Oh, maybe it would be worth it, if he paddled her ass again.
His hand cupped the back of her head, drawing it closer to him and in the next second the round head of his cock rubbed against her mouth. A tiny bead of fluid dripped onto her lower lip, and she swiped at it with her tongue. He tasted so good she nearly hummed with pleasure.
His other hand reached between her legs, fiddled with the dildo and in a moment it hummed against the walls of her pussy.
Oh, sweet heaven!
“Open wide,” he commanded in a husky voice and the thick length of his cock slid slowly into her mouth.
Chapter Three
Sam gritted his teeth to maintain his control. Sweet Jesus! Abbie Lawlor was about the best thing to come his way in, well, forever. The sight of her luscious lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes blindfolded, and her hands cuffed behind her back made him so ready to explode he had to reach for every shred of discipline. She hadn’t come right out and said anything, but her actions and attitude plainly told him how much she still had to learn.
And he planned to be the one to teach her the pleasures of the Dom/sub lifestyle with him as her only Master.
“That’s it, sugar. Wrap those lips around me and suck hard. Like that. Yeah. And when I come? Be sure to swallow every drop.”
Abbie had submissive radiating from her, but only for a Master who knew how to treat her. Who respected her giving nature and didn’t abuse it. And after some of the hardcore subs he’d played with, his instincts told him he could be that person. He didn’t want to jump into the fire feet first though. Something deep inside him, buried for a long time, worked its way to the surface, sending him signals that she was The One.
Take it easy, big boy. Slow down.
But he wanted to go slowly and it took everything he had to do that.
Abbie was in an awkward position, yet she didn’t complain or ask him to readjust her. Instead, she tilted her head back to take him deeper into her mouth and kept those sensuous lips wrapped around his dick. Although he filled her mouth, she somehow managed to maneuver her tongue to tease at the thick vein wrapping around the hard shaft. And all the time she shook with the vibrations of the dildo. She had to be ready to come, but the lines of tension in her body told him she’d hold back until he gave her permission.
He wanted to do so many things to her at once, make her come so many ways, yet if he did them all, they’d both suffer from sensory overload.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, unable to take his eyes away from the way she sucked his cock. “Yes, girl, like that. Oh, my sweet, sweet sub. You don’t have a clue how good that feels. And seeing you on your knees like that is the prettiest picture you can imagine.”
He rocked his hips back and forth, easing his shaft in and out of her mouth, reveling in both the sight of her in her submission pose and the feel of her lips and tongue on him.
His climax rumbled up through him, tightening his balls, icy heat climbing up his spine. He closed his eyes and jerked, twice, three times, before spurting down her throat. Her muscles worked, and she swallowed every drop, keeping her lips tight around him. That image increased the intensity of his release, and only after the last shudder disappeared could he draw in a long breath. Exhaling slowly, he withdrew.
She stayed as she was, on her knees, still shivering from the dildo but obviously determined not to give in to it until he gave her permission. He couldn’t help smiling and being grateful for whatever gods had brought them together. Now she would get her reward.
Easing down beside her, he wrapped an arm around her. He sought her engorged clit, and she jumped when he rubbed it with his fingertips.
“You’d hold forever for me if you could, wouldn’t you?”
She nodded, so obviously eager to please him, but her tense body showed him she begged for release.
He smiled though she couldn’t see him, and manipulated her clit harder. She clenched her jaw and forced herself to hold on, determined not to disobey him. How could he deny her when she’d been so good and followed his instructions so well?
He licked the edge of her ear. “You can come now, honey,” he murmured. “Go on. Let it all go.”
A few more strokes and Abbie slid over the edge into a hard orgasm, shaking uncontrollably as if her entire body would splinter. Tears wet her cheeks under the blindfold while the powerful force of the release tossed her into a whirlpool of reactions. She squeezed her legs together, holding the dildo inside her cunt and rocking back and forth, a long, howling moan rising from her throat. Sam held her, caressing her breasts and stroking her thigh until the last tremor pulsed through her and she relaxed against him.
He slipped the dildo from pussy then kissed her forehead. “Good girl,” he said. “My sweet, sweet girl.”
Abbie was covered with perspiration, her breathing still uneven after the monster orgasm. Sam had been right about everything being so enhanced without the sense of sight. Every slash of pain, every shudder, every spasm became intensified. And as much as she’d taken pleasure in her sessions at the clubs she’d visited, somehow with Sam it had all been different. She didn’t feel weird or strange or unusual. Or more surprising, not even nervous.
He made her feel…comfortable with her needs. Her desires. But she really wished he’d removed the blindfold. She hungered for a look at his body, certain it would be gloriously hard and masculine.
As if he’d heard her, he removed the handcuffs, massaging her arms gently to relieve the tension, then untied the blindfold. He turned her face toward him, and with exquisite tenderness licked the traces of tears from her cheeks, the gesture so warm, so tender, she almost cried again.
Finally, he placed a light kiss on her cheek, pinched one nipple, hard, and rose from beside her. She got her first look at Sam Burdette in the nude, and the only word she could think of was glorious Broad shoulders framed a hard-muscled body, his chest sprinkled with chocolate-colored hair that arrowed down to a thick nest surrounding a totally magnificent cock. One that stood at full attention, even after his previous release.
He saw
where her eyes were focused. “You like my cock, sweet girl?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I do.” She tried to suppress a tiny smile. “It tasted very good.”
He cupped her chin. “Impertinent brat. But I’ll take the compliment.”
He knelt before her, licking first one nipple then the other before pinching them. Pain flared through her breasts, and her pussy became wetter than ever.
Sam watched her face.
I am yours to do with as you please.
Somehow she couldn’t get the words out, but he must have seen it in her expression because he nodded once, then rose to remove something else from his suitcase. When he opened his hand it held two tiny, jeweled nipple clips, twin sets of thin bars that tightened with miniature screws.
He knelt before her again. “You said you’ve worn these before, right?”
She nodded. “Yes. And—” Should she tell him?
“And what, sugar? It’s bad to keep secrets from your Dom.”
“I—I bought a pair for myself.” She forced herself to look him straight in the eye. “Sometimes at home I put them on and wear them as long as I can.”
“And do you bring yourself to climax?” he asked. “Does the pain enhance it? I want you to tell me.”
“It does.” She swallowed. “Sir,” she blurted, “but I’ll bet it would be so much better with you.”
His smile contained both heat and acknowledgement. “Then it’s a good thing we’re about to find out.”
He sucked each nipple at great length, grazing them with his teeth until each stood out, full and ripe and swollen. Then with great care he slid the left bud between two thin gold bars and tightened the screws. He followed the same process with the right one then bit lightly on each darkened knob of pebbled flesh.
The soft pain radiated through her system, not too much, but enough to arouse her and leave her wanting more. More of this. More of everything. Would he think her forward if she asked him to paddle her ass again? She’d never had these urges with any other Dom. Oh, she’d wanted the pain, the punishment, the subservience. The more she realized how much a part of her it was, the more she craved the exploration. But this was different. In the space of a very few hours she found what she’d been looking for in this man—a Dom who fed her needs while still caring for her, who had the emotions of a good Master. Everything he did, every gesture, every inflection of speech carried that message.
How had she gotten so lucky? And what would happen after tonight?
Before her mind wandered anymore, he pushed her back on the bed, lifting and spreading her legs and kissing the core of her pussy. His tongue lapped at her slit and swirled around the throbbing flesh at the top, sending rocketing heat through her. She tried to hitch forward to press against his mouth, but he spread her thighs with his hands to immobilize her, forcing her to lie still while he teased and tormented, sucking every inch of her.
He lifted his head, her juices glistening on his lips, to give her an order. “As before, you may not come until I give you permission.” His expectation of implicit obedience from her was obvious when he didn’t wait for a reply.
She did her best to exert every bit of self-control, but oh, how her body wanted to give in with his educated tongue doing such delicious things to her. A tight coil of lust unwound deep in her tummy and she fought it as best she could.
“Oh…Sir…. Oh…please….” Her discipline began slipping away.
Maybe he’d punish her.
Her control slipped even more.
Sam looked up. “One more moment, sugar. One more moment or I get to paddle that sweet ass again.”
He rose, reached into his suitcase to pull out a string of condoms and pulled one free. In seconds he’d suited up and positioned between her thighs. The head of his cock pushed lightly at her opening, a teasing, light touch. Abbie gritted her teeth and reached for control. Why didn’t he fuck her already? God, she wanted to feel him inside her more than anything else. The pain radiating from her nipples only intensified every other sensation.
Then he began to slide into her, one slow inch at a time. He was thick and huge, stretching the tissues of her pussy. The further into her he pushed, the wetter she became, liquid gushing from her like water from a spigot. Enough that a tiny bit of embarrassment swept through her.
“You have the tightest cunt I’ve ever felt,” he said, his tone guttural. He rocked back and forth, moving ever further inside her. “Jesus, the way you grip me, I could lose my mind. Tight and hot and sweet.”
His gaze locked with hers, his eyes filled with heat and lust…and something else. She could have sworn she saw a look of possession.
Then he pushed all the way in and her brain shut off. His thick cock stretched her, plundering, rubbing so deliciously against the nerves in her pussy and finding her sweet spot. She didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to hold on.
Sam began to increase his speed and thrust harder, moving one hand to her clit, stroking it with his thumb.
“Now,” he commanded. “Come for me now, sugar. Let me feel that sweet pussy convulse around me.”
Her body gave in to release. Violent shudders raced through her, shaking her, whirling her into a place where nothing existed but her spasms and Sam and his huge cock driving into her again and again. With each thrust, she jolted, and the bedclothes abraded her sore buttocks, only adding to the building arousal. She couldn’t breathe, sure her heart would beat out of her chest. He gave in to his own release, his shaft pulsing, pumping semen into the latex sheath. The explosion was so powerful she thought she’d lost consciousness for a moment.
Abbie had no idea how long it went on before the shudders eased, her breathing and her heartbeat both slowly returning to normal. Beneath her hands she felt the sweat-slicked skin of Sam’s back and the thudding of his heart. He withdrew from her slowly and disposed of the condom then moved her up on the bed until he had her fully stretched out, before removing the nipple clamps one at a time. She gave an involuntary moan as the blood rushed into the tortured skin, but he took each bud into his mouth and soothed it with his tongue.
Taking a bottle of lotion from his suitcase, he knelt on the bed beside her, turned her over and began to rub the cool liquid into her body, kneading sore muscles and paying particular attention to her stinging ass. Then he did the same thing to her front, attending to her nipples and labia.
When he was done, he set the bottle on the nightstand, moved the covers so they were both underneath them, and pulled her against his warm body.
“Sleep, sugar. Get some rest. We’re far from done.”
***
Bright sunlight peeped through the tiny opening in the bedroom drapes. Exhaustion claimed Abbie, and she hoped the same could be said for Sam. He’d worked her hard during the night, and she’d loved every minute of it. He knew some ingenious ways of restraining her, some positions she’d never even heard of. And the things he did to and for her—holy Hannah!
A man both gentle and masterful, each time he took her a degree higher on the pain meter, testing her limits, testing her needs, bringing her to incredible orgasms. Each time she fell another degree harder for him.
She lay curled into him, coming slowly out of sleep, her body pleasantly achy and sore. He held her close with one strong masculine arm. Shifting position, she tried to swallow a moan as the coarse hair on his body abraded the still sensitive skin of her buttocks.
His arm tightened against her tummy.
“Bottom still tender, sugar?” His sleepy voice thickened his drawl.
Abbie shivered. Could she come from nothing more than the sound of his voice?
“Just a little.” Heat crept up her face as she added, “But it was worth it.”
His soft chuckle vibrated through her. “For me too, sweet girl.”
He kissed her shoulder then skimmed his hand over her ass cheeks. “I think I need to take better care of my sub.”
My sub? Is that only an expression, or is
he—
Don’t go there, Abbie. You’ve been disappointed before.
She tried to adopt a light tone. “A cup of coffee would go a long way toward doing that.”
He nipped the skin at her nape. “Not a problem. They have these nifty coffee makers in the room. But I think we need something more substantial than that. Lie here for a minute, okay?”
The mattress dipped as he slid out of bed. She frowned when he bypassed the coffee maker and headed for the bathroom.
“I don’t think they keep the coffee in there,” she teased.
“You’re right. There’s something better.”
The sound of water running in the tub echoed from the bathroom and a few moments later Sam emerged. She could hardly keep from staring at his glorious nudity. His cock stood out in a magnificent morning woody, and her pussy clenched when she remembered how many times he’d stretched her with that incredible girth. She licked her lips as memories of his taste flooded her and Sam, watching her, grinned.
“You serviced your Master well, sugar. For that I think you need a reward.”
He pulled the covers back, lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom before she could comment. Water poured into the tub, and the steam rose with an incredible fragrance. She sniffed.
“Eucalyptus,” Sam told her. “It has both healing and relaxing properties.”
He knelt down to test the temperature of the water before carefully lowering her into it.
Satisfaction hummed from her lips.
“I knew you’d like it.” He turned off the faucets. “I should have done this last night. A good Master is always diligent with aftercare.”
Abbie laughed. “I think we were both too exhausted for anything by the time we fell asleep.”
A look of concern swept over his face. “Did I work you too hard? That’s not good, either, and I know you’re still fairly new to this.”
She wanted to tell him that newness had nothing to do with it. She would have done anything to please him. Anything he wanted. She found a connection in him she hadn’t had with anyone else and hoped he felt even a smidgen of it.
