She felt a weight at the end of the bed and took a deep breath.
Here it comes. Whatever it is.
It was soft and wet and directly on her pussy. She flinched because of her anticipation, and then relaxed when she realized what it was. His tongue.
Should you be doing that, Master? I think I should be doing that to you, shouldn’t I?
But she couldn’t say anything, and perhaps that was why he had gagged her. His tongue swirled around her clit. She had always thought of going down as a submissive act, and yet with her mouth gagged and her wrists and ankles tied to the bed, there was no doubt he was completely in control.
She pulled on the bonds, not to get free but because for a moment she forgot they were there and wanted to hold his head in place. He had found the perfect spot, the perfect motion, the perfect rhythm. His tongue flicked her clit, then circled it, then flicked again. The pressure built in her core until she ached and craved release.
He stopped. “That’s good, isn’t it?”
Just a little more!
And she couldn’t even reply. Although she could nod, so she did.
“You can open your eyes now.”
She did and saw his face. His lips glistened. A few hours’ growth already darkened his chin, although he wasn’t bristly yet. He grinned at her.
“You’re wondering why I stopped right then, just when you were on the edge, aren’t you?”
She nodded again. She wasn’t sure whether to be mad or what.
“And it’s because I can make it better.” He bent down, but rather than licking the spot she desired, he licked her inner thigh, first one side, then the other. He licked the outside lips of her pussy. He licked her mound. She was glad he found the smoothness enticing, but she wanted him so badly to pay attention to her clit again. But she couldn’t give direction because of the gag.
He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers at her.
Uh, hi?
Then he lowered it again, and she felt him slide two fingers inside her. If he curled them right, he could hit her G-spot, but he didn’t. He simply slid them in straight. And then another, making her feel stretched. She wasn’t sure how many fingers he had inside, but it had to be at least three. She started breathing faster. He moved his fingers, fucking her slowly. Even a few quick thrusts, she thought, would be enough to make her come, but no, he had to go slow. Her breasts, which hadn’t even been touched, tingled. Her skin felt like it was electric all over her body.
He’s driving me crazy.
For what seemed like an eternity, he kept on like that, torturing her and keeping her on the edge, making her wetter and wetter, until she was convinced it was not from any lack of skill that he didn’t make her come but his intention.
He stopped and uttered one clear word in a commanding voice. “Now.”
He flicked her clit with his tongue, curled his fingers just right, and vibrated them at the same time. And she came, hard, pulling at her bonds. Her toes curled, and if it hadn’t been for the gag, she might have screamed after all. Her pussy squeezed around his fingers in waves. Just when she thought she was done, he moved his fingers and found a new way to set her off all over again.
After the second time, he slapped her thighs. She thought she’d done something wrong and instinctively tried to bring her legs together, but the bonds held her fast. He lifted his head to look at her and smiled. “Good girl,” he said. She breathed a sigh of relief.
“I am, after all, a sadist.” He slapped her harder, and it stung.
She nodded and squeezed the metal ball. She didn’t want him to hold back. She wasn’t sure what it was about the pain—she didn’t think she liked it for its own sake, but the fact that he could choose to give it to her emphasized the fact that he was in control. And she loved that. And hated it.
And loved and hated him for it.
She fought the release that swelled within her, because she knew it was partly a response to his stinging slaps. Just his fingers and tongue alone would not have been able to make her go a third time. But the pain took away all her defenses and inhibitions, and she was overcome with a climax that started in her thighs, rushed over her pussy, and made every muscle in her torso clench and release. She found herself gasping for air.
I must have been holding my breath. And I can’t make it up by breathing through my mouth.
He looked up at her and withdrew his fingers. Concern played on his face for a moment, but as oxygen flowed back into Sophia, he relaxed. Reaching up, he unbuckled the gag, and Sophia took several gasps for air. She was a mess. She had drooled down her chin. A wet spot on the bed under her ass was cooling. Her thighs still felt a burn from the sting of his hand, and her pussy was still shuddering from aftershocks.
He walked away.
Don’t leave me.
But he only walked far enough to get a towel. He wiped her chin.
“Sorry,” she said.
“Don’t be.”
“My pussy is wet too.”
“I know. I like it that way, and I’m not going to pat it dry.”
He stood up again and undressed. His cock was hard.
“Is that from spanking me?”
“Partly. Partly from just looking at you. Partly from control. Partly from making you come. All those things turn me on.” He climbed back on the bed and knelt next to her face. The head of his cock was just in reach. She turned her neck and licked. His cock tasted salty. She’d turned him on enough that he had leaked precum while he was making her come.
She was used to the idea that giving a blowjob gave her a certain amount of control, but tied up as she was, she could only put out her tongue as he shifted his position to let her lick his shaft and his tight balls, and then back again. He slid his cock between her lips, and she felt him grow even harder. She could move her head some, and he cooperated by moving his hips, thrusting into her mouth.
She anticipated the taste of him gushing hotly deep into her throat and readied herself to swallow. He had given her so much pleasure, and she wanted to show she could be pleasing in return.
Please, Master. Come for me.
His cock was as effective as the gag at stopping her from talking.
He pulled back and caressed her cheek.
“Come in my mouth,” she told him. She was suddenly aware of how much she’d sweated. Without his cock to focus on, she was getting a little cold.
“Oh, I will. Again and again, over the course of the week. You will kneel and take me as deeply as you can, and I will teach you how to make me explode with pleasure. But that is not what I want
right
now.” He grabbed a foil wrapper from the nightstand, ripped it, and rolled the condom over his cock. “Right now I want to be in your pussy, feeling your next orgasm as it courses through you.”
“I can’t come again.”
He shook his head. “Haven’t you learned better than to say can’t with me?” He moved on top of her, and then entered her with one smooth thrust. His body made her feel warm again.
He was right on the edge. I’m sure of it. He can’t fuck me without coming.
He changed his angle slightly, and the head of his cock rubbed against her G-spot each time he thrust into her. Then he grinned at her. “And now we add a little pain.”
He pinched her nipples once, lightly, and they stiffened at his touch.
Traitors, obeying him rather than me.
“Pain will turn you on, not me,” she told him.
“Is that true?” He squeezed them harder and thrust in, hitting that spot again. The pain clouded her brain, but at the same time, she knew she was getting more aroused. Sucking his cock had turned her on, even as she recharged from before. And now, having his weight on top of her and his cruel fingers on her tits was making her crave the release she had thought impossible a minute before.
“Yes!” she yelled.
His smile widened. “In that case, I’ll stop.” And he did. He let go of her nipples and settled for cupping her breasts, and his thrusts stopped as well. The two of them locked gazes. He looked relaxed, at ease—even though his cock had to be aching with need. She knew that she looked desperate, wanting, and that her body had already betrayed her. He knew. So did she.
“Master,” she whispered. “Please. Don’t be cruel. Give me pain. Make me come.”
“Music to my ears, love.” He squeezed her breasts, hard, and started rocking inside her again. He moved back to her nipples and pinched and pulled as he sped up fucking her. Each thrust pounded her against the bed, and she rocked her hips in time to meet him. The pain in her nipples made electric tendrils of desire move straight to her pussy, until at last she could hold out no longer and her pussy convulsed around him. She heard his satisfying grunt as he swelled inside her and came with her.
“Can you feel that?” she asked. “Can you feel me come?”
“I can feel every moment of it,” he said. “And it’s wonderful.”
An aftershock rippled through her pussy. “There. That?”
“Yes. I felt that too.” He shuddered as if the same thing was happening to him. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a man have aftershocks. She’d presumed that if they weren’t spurting, they weren’t coming, but maybe it was more complicated than that. She wished she could reach up and stroke his cheek. She felt so close to him.
I can’t think like that. He’s my Master. Not my boyfriend, not my love. Just a man who dominates me and rocks my world. I can’t love him, but I’m not sure I can stop myself.
“I’m going to untie you so that we can hold each other and nap for a while.”
Like lovers.
“It seems a shame to waste our time sleeping.”
“It’s not a waste. It’s one of the best parts.” He pulled out and discarded the condom into a wastebasket. He untied her quickly. A moment later, she was lying with her head on his chest, her arms draped over his stomach, her breasts snuggled against his side, her belly comfortable against his hip, and she was inclined to agree with him. Her wrists and ankles could still feel the rope. Her nipples tingled. Her thighs still stung a little. Her pussy ached from his cock. There were muscles deep inside her that were sore.
And she was incredibly content as she drifted off.
A WEEK WILL not be enough. I need to seduce her into more.
Colby had a list of things he wanted to do with Sophia a mile long, and on the plane flight over, he’d narrowed them down to what he could do in a week. One of the reasons why he liked contracts was that he could plan, and it was best to plan on the week and treat everything else as extra. But this time, he was finding it hard not to keep thinking about the fact that he wanted more. He was starting to think he couldn’t fit it all into a month either.
He mentally tossed that narrowed-down list out the window while Sophia slept on his chest. He didn’t intend to let her nap long, but right now, he wanted to take advantage of the time even if it was hypocritical of him not to sleep too. It was tempting to think that the way to get Sophia to agree to be his sub the entire time he was there was to keep giving her orgasm after orgasm, but it wasn’t that simple. For one thing, despite her denying it, she had a submissive streak. She had been way more turned on after giving him oral sex, and it wasn’t just that she’d had recovery time. And the way she asked him to give her pain—well, it would be tempting to think she was just a masochist, but there was more to it than that. Unless he missed his guess, it was the interaction of him giving her the pain, the mix of control and arousal that transformed the pain into pleasure. Any skilled lover could find the right places to touch to send her over the edge, but that wasn’t what he was there for. He was there to be her Master.
And if I want her to agree to more than a week, I have to make sure she wants more. Not just orgasms, but submission.
He felt his cock stirring at the thought of taking her deeper.
Her eyes fluttered open after just twenty minutes.
“Hungry, lovely girl?” he asked.
She gave it a moment’s thought and then shook her head. “No.”
Good.
He was willing to break for food if she needed to, but he had other ideas. “In that case, we shall continue.” He rolled off the bed and stood. She watched him with a look that mixed desire and anxiety. “Do you have a question, slave?” He buttoned up his pants. The feel of the leather reminded him of his role.
For a moment, she looked like she’d been stung, and then her face relaxed and broadened into a smile. “Yes, Master,” she said.
The word takes some getting used to, doesn’t it?
He had a hard time calling her “slave” for that matter, even though he’d used those words with women before. But never one he’d only have for a week. “And that question is?”
“Well, I presume you got up to get a toy, and I’m wondering what you intend to do to me next.”
He smiled. “Good guess. Yes, I’m going to get a toy. But first I want you to get on your knees, facing away from me.”
“Facing away?”
“Yes.”
She nodded and got to her knees. She knelt, facing away from him, her bottom resting on her ankles, which wasn’t what he intended at all.
“Not like that,” he said, using his stern voice when he wanted to stroke her and tell her she had done well. “Lean forward. Touch your cheek to the bed.”
“Oh!” She moved into position, her ass swaying slightly as she did so.
“This position makes you available for so much,” he told her. “It was favored by the ancient Greeks for their wives, because they felt it showed submission.”
“Or because they were into boys,” Sophia said with a giggle.
“Well, I assure you that isn’t the motivation of present company. I’ve learned a lot about BDSM from gay men, and one of the things I’ve learned is that I’m definitely not one of them.” He stroked her bottom, then pushed on it. “Forward a little more.”
She stretched out farther on the bed, which changed the angle of her ass.
“Perfect.” He stroked her pussy with his right hand. “Now I have access to everything. Your pussy, for touching or penetration with anything I desire. Your butt, for spanking or flogging or even a cane.” He dipped his finger into her pussy, gathered up the wetness there, and then trailed it upward until he tickled her anus. “Your ass,” he whispered, “is mine.”
You are mine.