by Linzi Basset
He looked at her as he detected the movement. “Yes? Anything to say?” he asked dryly, daring her to speak. She snapped her lips closed and elected to let her eyes speak for her. “Far be it for me to remind you that glowering at your Dom is equally disrespectful, Peaches.” He smiled broadly as he quickly hooked her ankle cuffs to the links on the front of the counter. “I have no problem adding another component to this punishment.”
Pamela's head thumped against the wooden surface as she lowered her head sharply to aim her furious glare at the heavy rafters in the roof. Her whimper sounded like a plea when his hand closed around the crotch of her panties.
“These are very pretty, my pet but, unfortunately, they're in the way.” One forceful yank ripped them at the sides.
At this rate, I’ll have to buy more damn panties!
She felt the warmth rising from her chest to heat her cheeks as she felt the cool air caress her naked pussy, now widely spread open to the crowd that stood watching. Alex patted her labia. Their eyes met.
“So hot and ... hmm, very wet, I see.” His eyes crinkled at the sides with delight as she moaned low in her throat. “Remember my rule, Peaches. No climaxing without my permission.” Another insolent pat on her clitoris. “The only sounds I want to hear are your moans and cries. However, if you plead nicely to come, I just might say yes ... now and then.”
That didn't bode her well. He'd had her sitting on the damn chair with the Doms sucking and biting her tits for close to an hour. The bastard Dom knew how easily she became aroused with nipple play. She was on the verge of combusting. It didn't take a genius to know what he intended and there was no doubt in her mind, she'd be begging within minutes. Seconds even if the elixir of her arousal that continued to trickle past her labia was an indication of how close to tip over point she was.
He stepped between her legs and leaned over her. She inhaled raggedly as the hardness of his stomach pressed into her already sensitive clit.
“I see you already guessed what’s coming, Peaches.”
He dipped his head to draw one nipple deep into his mouth. She arched and squeaked in protest. He lifted his head, watching as her mouth opened.
“Too late, Peaches. You had the freedom of choice and you chose to be my sub.” The evil glint in his eyes gave his face the perfect spectrum of darkness filled with devilish intent. “But you’re not free from the consequences of that decision.”
He reached up to cup his hand under the soft, smooth skin of her chin. It was an exclusively intimate touch, presumptuous.
Pamela’s breath hitched in her throat. Her body began to tremble. She inhaled his exhilarating scent and couldn’t stop the flush of heat that flooded her pussy.
Alex was delighted by the enticing bouquet of her arousal that tickled his nose. That, combined with her reaction was the only acknowledgement he needed of his power over her. His voice darkened. “I’m in charge now, sub. It’s time you accept it.”
Pamela closed her eyes as his voice sent frissons of desire all through her. He straightened, leaving her completely overwhelmed by the effect his brief touch had on her. It had made her feel wanted once again, something she had missed for so long. At the same time, she mentally prepared herself for what was coming.
“Wade, please announce that you have some delicious peaches as a snack for the next thirty minutes. Five minutes per meal.”
Pamela clamped her lips tight together, refusing to give in to the desire to plead with him or shout out red. She felt bereft of his heat when he stepped back, until his low growl reached her ears.
“Ah, what the hell, I might as well have a little appetizer myself.”
He leaned forward, licking her pussy with long slow strokes of his tongue. A low groan crawled from her chest as he circled her clit with the hard tip of his tongue.
“Ah … shit,” she moaned low in her throat when his lips closed around it and he sucked. Softly at first, then harder while his fingers teased the entrance of her pussy.
Then he was gone. Her eyes shot open to encounter his devilish smile.
“There, properly primed for the first customer.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to fling a vile expletive at him but she gulped it down as Master Goliath stepped between her legs. His grin was engaging but equally wicked.
“Now, this I’m going to enjoy. Hold fast, sub, I’m going deep.”
Oh … fuck,” Pamela arched as Bruce put action to his words and speared his tongue as deep as it could go, twirling it around her soft inner walls teasingly before he started sucking at the bounty he found there. Long, passion induced tugs at her pulsing softness. All thoughts were immediately eradicated as the rising throb inside her loins became the center of her attention.
And that was only the beginning. One after the other Masters feasted on her dripping wetness. She twisted, thrashed, and jagged in desperation on the counter, begging Alex for permission to come. He never responded, just watched from the position he had taken on a barstool.
Her eyes searched his when Wade stepped back after he’d taken a turn.
“Please, Master Rage,” she begged in a ragged voice. Ï can’t anymore … it hurts.”
“Concentrate, Peaches. Focus your mind and you’ll get through this.”
“Hell and damnation, I can’t! No! Oh lord, I’m going to come. Please!” she screamed at him when the next Dom opened his mouth wide over her swollen labia and sucked hard. He pressed directly on the top of her clit with his fingers. Her body jerked wildly.
“Come, Peaches. Give your diner a special treat.”
His words barely registered … her body reacted on instinct. Her back bowed upward. It felt like she splintered in two as the Dom kept feeding her climax with deep slashes of his tongue.
“You had one respite. No further climaxing, Peaches.” She cursed within her mind at Alex’s rasping voice.
She had to dig deep after that, especially as her clit was so sensitized, the softest touch caused her lust to spike.
“You’re doing very well, my pet. I’m proud of you.”
Alex’s voice droned into her conscious mind. She soaked up the feeling of pleasure that resonated from his praise.
“This is your last customer, Peaches. Don’t disappoint me now.”
Pamela closed her eyes, not concerned by whose lips closed over her pussy. She forced her mind to recount the details of the four cases she was working on. It succeeded to keep her from climaxing … just barely. She’d never been so glad to hear the word, “Time,” when Alex ended the torturous thirty minutes.
Applause broke out in appreciation of the sub who had obeyed her Master so well. Pamela didn’t care. Her lower body was one throbbing arousal, on the verge of exploding. She moaned as Wade untied her wrists and gently massaged her arms while Alex did the same with her legs.
“Let’s go, Peaches,” Alex lifted her off the counter. She buried her face in his throat and draped her arms around his neck as he carried her to the Devil's Den room in the dungeon.
Her body was as taut as a guitar string. Alex could feel her tremble against him as he pushed through the door and kicked it closed. He lowered her onto the bed and followed her down, spreading her legs as he went. His eyes glowed with the incandescence of blue fire as their eyes met.
“Now, little one, it's my turn.”
“Please, Master Rage, I won’t be able to hold back my climax any longer.”
His deep chuckle added a puff of heat on her skin as he kissed his way over the swales of her abdomen to the inside of her thigh. “You don’t need to, my lovely. Come at will.”
She lost the ability to think when he changed direction and slicked his tongue in one long lick from the back of her slit to the top, flicking the tip of her clit playfully. She clutched at the pillow and buried her head into its softness. When he lashed his tongue a third time, Pamela lost the battle to resist him. She tilted her hips up to his mouth.
“More,” she rasped, her eyes wild in t
heir sockets.
“Such a greedy little morsel,” he said against her softness and then drove his tongue deep inside her pussy, probing the soft folds as he sucked up the elixir of her arousal.
She arched her back with a moan to the feathered caress of his palms over her nipples. They responded with a spark that turned her already inflamed loins to a raging fire.
Alex licked and sucked her pussy with the fervor of a starving man. He became intoxicated with her scent and the taste of her honeyed juices. This was what he had missed. Her complete submission to him in bed, her willingness to offer him complete power over her body. All the while teasing the wild beast inside him with her sweet surrender.
Pamela panted and moaned incessantly as he slowly pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. He pumped into her and then curled his fingers inward to brush his fingertips against the swollen nub inside. She thrashed and canted her hips against his mouth. She was pushing her body to the limit, exulting in the ripples of pleasure that he torched to life with every touch.
“I’m … gonna …” She gasped as he added another finger, clamped his teeth around the tender nub and shook his head.
She fell apart with a scream that echoed with carnal pleasure through the room. Still amidst the climax, he cut off her raw cry as he quickly encased his shaft in a condom and pushed his swollen cock inside her.
“Jesus, you’re so hot and tight.” He looked at her. “I have to admit, Peaches, I love this little pussy of yours. Always have.” He guided her legs around his waist. “Lock these gorgeous legs around my waist, baby. Show me how you want to be ridden.”
Pamela was lost on a cloud of euphoria and senseless to anything but Alex. His hard body on top and inside her, the way his eyes locked with hers, denying her permission to look away without saying the words. She rejoiced in the taut expression on his face. It said it all. He was just as lost in the moment as she. In the frantic urge to reach a climax while exacting every bit of pleasure she had to offer.
Alex surprised her. He took his time and set a lazy pace as he repeatedly thrust into her, setting a mesmerizing rhythm that soon had her ovaries screaming in frustration.
The dark look on his face hid his own feelings as he watched the sensations cloud her expression. She looked like an ethereal nymph in the dim lights from the wall sconces that offered a soft glow to the room.
“Alex! I’m coming,” Pamela crooned with her back arching in a perfect bow. It was an invitation Alex couldn’t resist. He leaned down to suck and nibble on her nipples. She struggled to breathe as her hips slapped fervently against his crotch, rubbing her clit against the groomed patch of hair at the base of his shaft. She clenched her muscles, listening to her breathing that sounded haggard and torn. The climax rolled over her in waves of ecstasy as spasm after spasm shuddered through her body.
Pamela’s eyes widened as he forced her legs upwards and pressed them against the mattress beside her ears. Her hips tilted invitingly upwards.
“Let's see how well you do with anal sex, my pet.”
“No! I'm not ... ohh fuck!” she shrieked as he squirted lube he’d taken out of the bedside drawer on her tiny rosette. He pushed the blunt tip of his cock past her sphincter in one quick jab.
“Jesus, it hurts,” she sobbed.
“Either you red out now or this is going to happen,” Alex growled in a gruff voice.
Pamela puffed as she desperately struggled to push her fears away. He immediately caught on.
“Are you telling me you still haven’t had anal sex, Pamela? After all these years?”
She bit her lower lip and shook her head. His large cock felt even bigger as it forced her small hole wider open. He traced her eyebrows and leaned in for a brief kiss.
“I’ll take care of you, little one and I promise, after the initial hurt, it’s going to blow your mind.”
The word red flashed through her mind as he pushed forward. All the theory she’d taught herself over the years flew out of her mind.
“Relax your muscles, Peaches. You’ve given training on this and know how it goes. Push against me and it will be much easier.”
He brushed his finger over her clit, watching as her breathing hitched from his touch over the sensitized tip. Her body relaxed. It was the sign he’d been waiting for. He surged hilt deep.
Her cry was a lyric in itself to his ears. He didn't move, just watched her. She struggled to breathe but with him holding her legs in place, she was completely helpless.
“I choose to do it this way, my pet, because I want to look into your eyes as I fuck your ass.”
“Master Rage, please,” she begged thinly. Anal sex had always been a limit for her but having to be able to watch and see how he fucked her ass, made her ears burn.
“Please what, Peaches? Have mercy? Fuck your brains out? I'm afraid the choice isn't yours and for as long as I don't hear the word red, I'm going to ride you like a stallion fucking a mare.”
He pulled back, smiling as she hissed when the slow drag of his hard shaft triggered to life her nerve endings on the way.
Alex forced down the desire to fuck her hard and rough. He loved anal sex and it was something he intended to repeat with her many times during her training period. He didn’t want to hurt her and spoil the experience or put her off of it completely.
Pamela was overwhelmed by the myriad of sensations that flooded her mind. She had never realized just how connected the nerves inside her ass were with the rest of her body, especially her pussy. Her clit sizzled in reaction as he plunged deep inside her with long rhythmic strokes. His eyes kept hers locked onto his. It didn’t take long for the pain to dwindle into a distant memory. Alex enticed every thrill inside her to burst to the surface. The thrust of his phallic strength took her to an unknown height, filling her completely, and left her floundering to keep her sanity.
He reached for her hands and placed them on her mound.
“I want you to fuck your pussy with one hand while rubbing your clit with the other.”
Pamela stared at him, and then his plunging cock diverted her attention. She stared in fascinating wonder how his huge girth disappeared balls deep inside her ass.
“Do it. Now!” he barked and her eyes shot back to his. His gaze sharpened and his cock swelled even more inside her backside as he watched her fingers disappear inside her channel.
“Fuck yourself hard, sub. In opposite direction of my thrusts inside your ass.”
Pamela blindly obeyed him, totally floored by the new sensations that fried her mind, which she had no way of compartmentalizing. She couldn’t remember that she'd ever been this aroused, this taut with the rising pressure inside her loins. But oh, Lord, nothing came close to the pleasure of being fucked both ways … even if she was the conduit herself.
“This is too … much,” she moaned. She felt like she was in the epicenter of a vortex that threatened to swallow her whole. She plundered her pussy, her pumping movements jerking and wild as she bucked against their combined penetration.
“That’s beautiful, baby.” Alex felt the pinch of a thousand needles start deep in his loins. He sped up, watching with feverish eyes as Pamela followed his lead. He felt her muscles tighten around his cock in the brief second before she exploded in a climax that wracked her entire frame.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Her scream was raw. His own married with it in the atmosphere surrounding them as the muscles around his shaft squeezed him so hard his breath puffed from his lips. A flush of heat that wet his crotch as she squirted, was the final push he needed to shove him over the edge. His hips slapped against her cheeks with the force of his climax.
Alex carefully lowered her legs as his cock slipped from her ass. He gently massaged her thighs before he got up to clean himself. When he returned with a warm cloth, she was curled up on her side, fast asleep.
He stared at her, his face showing his feelings for the first time in years. He pushed back the rush of emotions that threatened to escape from w
here he had locked them deep inside his soul. His sigh was heavy as he settled on the bed behind her and pulled her against his chest. She sighed and relaxed. Her hand searched for his to clutch it between her breasts.
The small gesture was the last thing he expected and the one thing that completely broke his resolve.
How the hell am I going to walk away from her?
Chapter Sixteen
He stared unblinking at the woman who sat slumped in the chair in the interrogation room in the secure underground compound of the Precision Secure building. Or they’d thought it was secure until William Seely had been taken from right under their noses. They still had no idea who the perpetrator was or how he'd managed to get inside without being detected. Since then, they had increased the security measures into this area. Now, it was as impenetrable as they could make it.
She was a feisty woman and had done her best to overpower the guard when he untied her to take her to the bathroom just as Rhone arrived. The tired and weary look on her face told him she was scared. She kept biting her lips and he imagined her children's welfare was at the forefront of her mind.
“Morning, Bruce,” Rhone said.
Bruce chuckled. “Still as sharp as ever, I see.” He stopped next to Rhone. His tread had been light but years of covert ops had honed Rhone's ears.
He shrugged. “I learned from the best.”
“Ah, yes, Quade Cutter.” Bruce stared at the woman, assessing her posture. “That man can fool his own shadow.”
Rhone nodded toward Emily. “What do you think?”
“She’s scared, but the way she holds her shoulders speaks of inner strength. It might be tougher to crack her than you think.”
“Yeah, but I’m willing to play dirty to get intel from her. You know as well as I do that the Sixth Order is going to retaliate. They lost millions with that sweep. We need to keep the advantage we have. They chose the wrong path when they planted that bomb. Now, I won’t stop until we’ve destroyed every single one of them.”
