Captured by the Master- The Complete Series

by Izzy Slam

  The way he snaps at me sends hot daggers through me, making my pussy clench with need. With the piece of wood still holding my chin high, I feel around for his zipper, holding his gaze steady as I tug it down and reach inside the opening.

  I can feel the heat emanating from his hardness, and the growl that rumbles up his throat as I pull it out makes my nipples harden.

  He notices, giving them a look as I begin stroking his length. He removes the cane and fists the top of my head, forcing me to fold in half.

  I part my lips just in time for his steely hardness to be forced all the way to the back of my throat. The tip of the wood softly strokes my bottom as daddy begins to thrust his hips.

  “You moved that pretty little mouth away from Eight’s cock right before he came. That can make a man’s orgasm … anti-climactic, pun intended.”

  I taste his pre-cum as it pools out of the slit. Holding the base of his shaft, I tug downward, pulling him from my mouth. “It was my first time. I’ll do better—”

  I hear the swish of the cane right before it makes contact with my flesh. The pain is immense, like a hot knife slicing through my flesh.

  My eyes widen and I shriek, curling my toes in response.

  “I didn’t give you permission to speak,” he says, tightening his fingers in my hair and shoving me back down on his erection. He then teases the cane over my rear as if to soothe me.

  His power makes me wetter, the bite of the cane already fading into a warm sting that ripples through me. I bob my head while sucking the tip of his shaft, listening to his groans of pleasure.

  “That’s a good girl,” he rumbles, moving the piece of wood down the outside of my thighs. “But I need to give you three good whacks to teach you a lesson.”

  I murmur, tightening up all over while at the same time getting wetter and wetter. Three whacks isn’t much. I can handle it.

  With his rough hands tangled in my hair, and his cock twitching against my tongue, he brings the cane down on the fleshy part of my hips, three times in rapid succession, the whirr in the air the only warning I have of its impending bite.

  I squeeze the base of his cock as tears scorch my eyes, the pain feeling as though it might rip me in two, but as I whimper and drool pours from my lips, daddy’s cock turns rigid and spits out several thick ropes of cum that I immediately gulp down.

  “Ahhh, fuuuuuuck,” he growls, holding my head down as he gives several hard thrusts, forcing the tip of his cock to the back of my throat as he continues to empty.

  Heat consumes me, my own need for release overwhelming. And I can’t wait for him to ravage me with his mouth, his tongue, or his fingers. Whatever he chooses.

  I find myself groaning in anticipation, my clit a tight ball of fire as I work his shaft with every bit of passion inside of me. But the moment he goes soft and pulls me to an upright position, he merely tucks himself back in his pants and hands me the cane, his eyes almost … vacant.

  “Be a good girl and put this back for me.”

  In no mood to argue, I walk quietly across the room, sliding the implement back in its spot.

  When I turn to face him, he thrusts my dress back at me. “You’re dismissed now. Go find Selena and get your chores done, then come find me.”

  My insides tighten. He’s not letting me cum?

  “So you’re breaking your promise to me?”

  He snaps his head at me. “What promise?”

  I step into my dress and pull it all the way up. “You promised me multiple orgasms when I agreed to stay. I thought…”

  Narrowing his eyes, daddy approaches me, sliding his hands in his pockets. “I promised to keep you safe. I’ll bring you orgasms as I see fit.”

  “But—”

  “You’re dismissed. Immediately,” he snaps, clenching his jaw.

  I bite my tongue, the dampness that sits unattended between my legs making me so angry as I spin on my heels and walk out.

  “I’ll do my chores, alright,” I mutter, storming down the hall to find Selena. I know just where she is, too.

  I pass several of the military men on the way, their eyes licking me from head to toe. I’ve not met all of them, and with the angry vibe I’m giving off, they probably wonder what’s going on.

  When I get to Selena’s room, I push her door open, expecting to find her cleaning her modest space. But instead, I hear water running in the bathroom. I walk in and push her door closed before shimmying out of my dress and tossing it on top of her bed. My nipples harden into peaks as I approach the bathroom. My flesh is hot with need, my core burning with desire.

  I’ve seen the way Selena looks at me, so I don’t think she’ll turn me away. She’s close to my age—nineteen years old—and I’m certain she would enjoy the release as much as me.

  The water turns off right as I knock softly on the door before walking in, only to catch her standing naked in front of the mirror, brushing her hair as she prepares for the bath.

  A look of surprise crosses her face, but then it softens into a smile.

  “Oh, hi,” she says, her bright eyes dragging over me.

  “Hi.” I’ve never seen Selena naked, even though she was the one who shaved me clean less than a week ago. But the sight of her sensual curves, her ample, pillowy breasts, they all have me responding in ways that take me by surprise.

  She’s … breathtaking.

  “Are you okay?”

  I realize I’m standing here feeling and probably looking as serious as ever. “Yes. Master Synister told me to find you. For us to do our chores.”

  Her eyes flick to the side in confusion. “Yes. That’s what I’m doing.”

  I walk to her and take the brush from her hands, setting it aside on the countertop. “I was just thinking… our chores involve caring for our bodies, right? Keeping everything clean and shaved?”

  She nods, licking her lips as she glances at my mouth.

  “Well, I thought we should take it one step further.” Feeling bold and brazen, I let my hand run down her side, feeling her soft skin against my fingers.

  Her breathing quickens and her cheeks blush. “I’ve never …” she says, her voice trailing off.

  “I’ve never either. But seeing as we both have the same parts, I think we can figure it out.”

  Selena giggles and takes me by surprise when she jumps up on the counter and cups my face. “I’ve always wanted to kiss. Master never kisses me.”

  He’s not kissed me yet, either, but I don’t get a chance to tell Selena that. She pulls me to her, and her lips are on mine, her warm tongue sliding seductively inside my mouth. I moan as her fingers move down, rolling over my hard nipples and down my belly, between my legs.

  I purr as her finger finds my clit and circles it with precision. My thighs tremble and my body quakes as I roll my hips forward, feeling dangerously close to cumming.

  Selena breaks the kiss and studies my face as she teases my pearl, a look of lust on her face that fuels mine.

  “I’ve thought about doing this ever since I shaved your pussy.”

  “Really?” I ask, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples softly, amazed at how sexy the female form is.

  She tosses her head back and moans. “Oh god, yes.”

  “Let’s get on your bed,” I whisper, tingles of excitement bubbling inside of me as I realize, who needs daddy when she and I can play together?

  “Okay,” she says, sliding off the counter and giggling.

  She takes me by the hand and leads me to her bed, and I have the pleasure of watching her curves move and sway. Her ass juts up in the air as she crawls along the bedding before lying down, flipping her long hair up on the pillow beneath her. Her legs splay open and she bites her lip.

  “Do you want to scissor me?”

  “What?” I ask, joining her at her side and letting the back of my hand trail over her belly.

  She holds her hands up in the air, spreading the first two fingers before bringing them together in a lock. “
Like this. I’ve seen some of the other servants do it, and I’ve heard it’s one of Master’s favorite thing to watch.”

  I get the picture, right away, and my pussy grows wetter.

  “Well, since Master isn’t here, let’s do something just for us.”

  I push myself up and straddle her hips, planting my pussy directly on top of hers. Her eyes grow wide and she smiles, nodding with enthusiasm.

  “I think this might bring about the same results, no?” I ask, holding onto her sides as I begin a slow grind.

  As her eyes flutter closed, and her nipples grow hard and tight, I feel my clit rubbing against hers through the puffy folds of our labia.

  “Oh fuck,” she groans, rocking her pelvis in rhythm with me. “I’m sure you’re right.”

  My heart quickens as my orgasm approaches. I can hardly believe how quickly I’m about to cum. But the way our bodies move in sync, and our clits seem to be ballooning against the other, it feels so intense. We’re fucking one another in a way that only two girls can.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I mutter, feeling the whole bed shake as we rub our wet pussies together, her slickness mingling with mine.

  “Oh god … me too,” she squeaks, reaching up to grope my breasts.

  Her soft hands pinch my nipples, and fire rips through my core as I cum at the same time as Selena, both of us moaning and purring, making feminine sounds with our feminine voices.

  And as the waves crash hard into me, one after another, I don’t even notice that there’s another presence in the room.

  Rogue

  Once Natasha is dismissed, I walk out to the training grounds where some of my men are in the middle of target practice. I just want to check on things because I have a feeling that come Thursday, I will need some extra hands on deck, so to speak. I know that Evan Addams’s intentions are not pure, not even in the slightest, and I think the time is drawing near to be rid of him and everything he stands for.

  My father dealt with threats like this not once but nearly half a dozen times. And every time he succeeded in eliminating those threats. I plan to do the same.

  What’s truly frightening is that all Evan would have to do is have me offed, infiltrate the estate with his men, then simply sit at my throne to rule as State Master. Any of my remaining men would have to obey his orders or take the chance of being killed.

  I don’t know why he wants this particular state when he could head about fifty miles south and have ten thousand square miles of lush landscape and women aplenty. There are also hundreds if not thousands of thriving businesses and private property owners for him to tax. But for some reason, he has it out for me.

  That’s fine. I can take him on. I simply see a man like Evan Addams as another challenge.

  Once I feel satisfied about how things look at the training grounds, I head back inside to find Selena. I haven’t spent much time with her over the past few days, mainly because Natasha has kept me occupied. Occupied and satisfied. I know that Selena needs to feel needed, so I was thinking of having her give me a full body massage, after which I would reward her with a mind shattering orgasm—something I haven’t done for her in a while. Maybe I need to change that.

  Before I even step foot inside her room, I hear erotic moans, the sound of her voice lifting as she gasps softly. My cock stirs as I listen in, and when I hear a second voice, this one quite familiar, my blood runs hot.

  I push open the door, keeping my temper in check as I see Natasha mounted over her, straddling her hips and grinding her pussy softly into Selena’s. I hold back a growl as I watch their bodies move together—Natasha’s ass rolling in a circle and her head tossed back, their hands groping one another as they quiver on the bed that I have provided for my servant Selena. I battle the erection that’s straining against my pants as the anger, the betrayal I feel, claws its way through me.

  As I stand behind my newest property, I glare at Natasha’s backside, despite the fact that I want to do nothing more than plunge my steely rod into her virginity and take her right here.

  “What in god’s name is going on here?” I ask through gritted teeth.

  Natasha sucks in a rush of air and topples over, pulling the crisp white sheet over her and Selena.

  “Master!” Selena blurts out, pushing up on her elbows as a guilty look washes over her face.

  But my focus is on Natasha. How dare she?

  “Explain yourself. Now.”

  She licks her lips and averts her gaze, knowing she’s betrayed me.

  “I—I’m sorry, daddy. But … I feel you left me no choice.”

  “Daddy?” Selena asks, flicking her gaze at Natasha then slowly moving her eyes to me. “You’re her …?”

  “No. He’s not my father. Master Synister just likes it when I call him daddy, don’t you?” Natasha answers for me.

  My cock bounces again. Just hearing that word makes me stiff, and she knows it.

  “You’ve never asked me to call you that, Master. But I’d be happy to,” Selena says.

  “I didn’t ask you to speak, Selena,” I edge out, keeping my focus on Natasha as she holds my heated gaze. I know what they’re up to, attempting to distract me from the violation at hand. They know they have no business sharing a bed, or their bodies. But yet … here they are. “What do you mean, I didn’t leave you a choice?”

  She purses her lips together and pulls the sheet up higher, covering her chest. Her voice is low as she speaks. “Well, if you must know…when you ask us to service you, without taking care of our needs, it leaves us feeling … extremely frustrated. And when we get frustrated, it’s hard for us to focus on much of anything else. It actually causes us a lot of pain, if you can imagine that.”

  Her words are like a knife to my heart. That I have caused her or Selena pain awakens a new emotion inside of me. One I’m not familiar with. Jesus. Could this be … guilt?

  “I didn’t know it caused you pain. It’s your duty to be subservient, to willingly and lovingly make sure we men are taken care of. That we don’t have any weight we carry between the legs. It’s how you women are wired.”

  Selena and Natasha exchange a look, and I get the impression that they have differing opinions on what I’ve just said.

  “Well, I’m not wired like that,” Natasha mutters. “I’d prefer that you take what you need, what you want, and then give me something in return.” Her gorgeous blue eyes meet mine, soft but firm. “Reciprocity breeds impassioned domesticity. But if you neglect our needs, our will to serve will be strained, at best.”

  I step back, shocked at her declaration but also strangely satisfied with her honesty. I would never admit this to one of my men, or to anyone for that matter, but my chest feels hollow now that it’s been brought to my attention that I have neglected anything. It’s my duty to care for the things around me, those things that are important.

  I glance at Selena, and she’s staring at Natasha open-mouthed. “Do you feel this way as well?”

  She looks my way and clears her throat. I can tell she has reservations. “Well, it would be nice to be pleasured regularly. It’s been a while since you did that, and, if I’m being forthright, it has left me feeling … unfulfilled. But I always enjoy serving you, Master. Please, don’t ever doubt that.”

  I pull in a deep breath and run a hand through my hair as I give this some thought. I don’t want them to feel like they hold any sort of power over me. But, at the same time, I realize it’s time to make a few subtle changes, ones that will leave everyone satisfied and motivate my servants to do better.

  I could implement these changes right now, too. Watch both Selena and Natasha writhe in pleasure as I bring them to orgasm. I pull off my shirt and step out of my pants as the girls watch me with wide eyes.

  “Perhaps I could relieve you of your frustrations today, so that you don’t feel forced to turn to one another. Why don’t you bring yourselves to the foot of the bed and get on your hands and knees, display your rear end for me.”

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bsp; With a look of surprise, both Natasha and Selena crawl along the mattress and turn around, showing me their round bottoms, Selena’s larger than Natasha’s. My cock stiffens, even as I drop to my knees and run my hands over their hips.

  “Move closer together now,” I tell them, watching as they scoot to the side several feet until their outer thighs are touching and their asses are resting against one another.

  I groan as I take in the sight of their puckered roses, moving my fingers over the ring of muscles as they arch their backs to me.

  “Today, I am not Master. I am daddy to the both of you. Understood?”

  “Mmm, yes, daddy,” Selena purrs, wiggling her bottom teasingly.

  “Of course, daddy. As always.”

  My cock pulses hard, pre-cum seeping from the tip as I lean in and trail my tongue over Natasha’s labia, tasting her yummy juices that have no doubt mingled with Selena’s. I run my hands over the round globes of their bottoms as I find her clit and flick it back and forth with my tongue.

  All the air escapes her lungs as I roll it in a circle, feeling it grow hard and throb.

  I move to Selena’s pussy next, noting the subtle change in taste but both of them delicious, nonetheless.

  My dick grows harder as I flick her tiny bean, moving a finger to Natasha’s drenched hole and penetrating softly, until I meet that resistance.

  “Oooohh, daddy. That … that feels so good.”

  I growl, listening to their moans of pleasure and feeling their bodies grow hot as I lick their pretty pussies while digging my fingertips into their fleshy bottoms. I move back and forth between the two, feeling their clits enlarge and respond to the attention that they have so obviously craved. Fuck, I don’t know why I waited so long to do something like this. My cock is hard as a board and desperate for another release, even though Natasha took care of me half an hour ago.

  Letting my hands roam to their chests, I feel the tips of their hard nipples graze my palms as they mew in pleasure.