Masters 02 Master of the Abyss (20 page)

“So, Miss Masterson, have you hidden anything in your womanly recesses?” His finger stroked deeper, in and out, his thumb rubbed against her clit in a way that eroded her control, and the feeling of him touching her, of doing what he wanted, was almost too much. Her head spun.

When he stepped away, leaving her empty inside, she moaned.

“I find nothing. Perhaps it’s deeper than I can reach. Or elsewhere.” He pulled the cane from under his belt and idly slapped the weapon against his palm in a way that totally fixed her attention despite the need throbbing inside her. “But as long as we’re at this, you will now provide me with the answer to something else.”

After a minute, the ominous silence registered, and she managed to pull her gaze from the stick.
Oh my
… His eyes were so blue and as clear as the sky above. The ground under her slid sideways and—

“Kalinda?”

Hellfire
. She blinked and forced herself to turn toward the forest, trying to get her brain to work, but her mind had melted away with the rest of her body.

He set a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze again. “When I arrived and said we didn’t need to talk…what were you thinking that hurt you?”

She stiffened as she remembered how she’d thought:
He only wants me for sex. That’s all
. She bit her lip.
Uh-huh, share that thought with the nice dom. Not
. “Nothing important.”

The cane tapped the outside of her left breast, just enough to sting, to startle her, to jiggle the clamp. She hissed as pain sizzled through her breast and streaked straight for her pussy. She tried to raise her arms. Trapped. The pain and the reminder of her restraints—how the hell could that turn her on like this? Her bones felt like boiled noodles.

“Kalinda, I would like an answer.”

She tried to think of something adequate…and took too long.

The cane slapped the outside of her right breast, then the tender underside, and—oh, God!—right over the excruciatingly sensitive nipple already pinned by the clamp. She yelped. And yet fire seared straight to her clit.

He looked down at her, face expressionless. The utter authority in the lift of his chin destroyed her determination.

“I decided we should have a nice clandestine affair.” Her words spilled out as if a dam had crumpled, but she still managed to divert the flood into a side branch. “Never be seen together in public.”

“All right. I believe you had those thoughts.” His jaw hardened. “But I asked what made you hurt.” He closed his hand around her arm and then tapped the cane against her pussy, just below her clit, hitting her swollen labia.

She rose right up onto tiptoes at the burning, stinging pain. “Aaaah!” She tried to step away, but his grip seemed more inflexible than handcuffs.

Whap, whap, whap.

When he stopped, she panted against the pain—only was it pain? Because if he did it again—if the sadistic bastard touched an inch higher on her clit—she’d come, right then and there.

He chuckled. “You might like this too much for it to be a punishment.” When he rubbed the cane against her cheek, the scent of her arousal clung to the wood. Shaken to the core at her own response, she stared up at him.

His gaze was gentle and yet…uncompromising. He wouldn’t accept anything less than the truth. “Tell me, Kalinda.”

Her dry throat didn’t allow her to swallow. “I didn’t like knowing you wanted me only for sex.”

His eyes darkened, even there in the bright sunlight. “I see.” The cane landed in the grass a few feet away. He ran his hands up and down her arms and kissed her so sweetly she sighed.

“Oh, sugar,” he murmured and rubbed his cheek against her. “It’s not just sex.”

The surge of pleasure rolled through her. He felt something too. For her. Her breath stilled as she waited for more, but he simply kissed her again.

And slowly the kiss deepened as he pulled her closer, molding her against him. Her clamped, swollen breasts rubbed on his shirt, the friction sizzling. His tongue teased hers, and then he tilted his head, taking her mouth in a way that mimicked a different kind of possession. When he pressed his erection against her, her mind abandoned any thought except that of
give me sex now.

More, more, more
. She pushed back in return, grinding her hips. His iron-hard shaft jerked in response, and he muffled a groan.

Ha, she affected him just as much. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, hoping to get him to move, but the incredible feeling just drove
her
higher instead. In sheer frustration, she gritted out, “Maybe I should interrogate
you
and drive you crazy.”

He stepped back and shook his head in disapproval, although a corner of his mouth had tilted up. “You should know better than to tease a dom, sprite.”

When he didn’t pick up the cane, she felt relieved and a little disappointed. Her whole pussy throbbed with need—much worse than before he’d tortured her with the damned stick.

Instead he released her wrists, then tossed the crumpled mess of black tape restraints onto a rock. He pointed to the flat granite spot where she’d been sitting. “Lie on your back. Arms over your head. Legs spread wide.”

Her nipples throbbed with pain as she lay back on the warm rock and lifted her arms. Her back arched slightly in the position, and the clamps pinched more. Her eyes closed as excitement blurred the burning.

Silence.

She blinked and looked up. He’d crossed his arms over his chest, and the hard bulge of his biceps captured her eyes. She wanted to run her hands—

He cleared his throat.

Had she done something wrong? Oh. “
Legs spread wide
,” he’d said. Biting her lower lip, she opened her legs a little. Despite her need, exposing her private areas to his gaze in the bright sunlight was…difficult.

He waggled a finger back and forth for more.

Oh, fuck, damn, hell
. She opened wider. Her damp folds parted—again—and she could feel how much more swollen they’d become. Air brushed over her entrance, sending a shiver through her. Open and waiting for him.

“Very nice.”

The bastard still wore all his clothes, she realized. And surely Laura would think they’d been gone too long. What if Mark came to look for them?

His little sub was a lovely sight in the bright afternoon sun. Her cheeks had flushed. Her arms over her head arched her back slightly. Her small breasts swelled upward to where the clamps turned her pretty nipples to a dark red color. Her hips were made for a man’s hands to grasp, and she’d parted her round thighs widely enough to display the glistening black curls at the juncture of her legs. The fragrance of her arousal mingled with the dusty pine scent of the mountains. Her lovely dark eyes clearly showed her anticipation…and nerves.

Too many nerves, too many worries. She hadn’t quite reached that core level where he wanted to take her.

Maybe he’d give her only a single thing to fret about rather than a multitude. He caught her gaze. “I intend to enjoy myself now, Kallie,” he said. “It will please me if you stay perfectly still and make no noise.”

Her eyes widened for a second, and he saw the tiny tremor that made her breasts shiver. The flush on her cheeks deepened.

He started with her delicate toes and ankles. Strong, smooth calves. Her dark golden tan lightened to cream above her knees. Moving up, he reached her petal-soft inner thighs. When he squeezed and pushed her thighs even farther apart, her hands clenched. Hands gripping high on her thighs, he ran one thumb up and down the crease of her hip and heard her breath catch. Nice.

When he’d seen her, naked on the rocks, his mind had jumped immediately to the desire for simple, thought-erasing sex. But somehow with Kallie, he always wanted more. It truly wasn’t just sex—he wanted to touch her emotions, to plumb her responses, and to hear her laugh.

However, the boundaries of their relationship could wait. Right now he intended to enjoy driving her into mindless need. As he lay down on the rock between her legs, the heat of the sun-warmed granite penetrated his clothes. Less than a foot away, the stream flowed and splashed down to the next rocky level. Could a man ask for more than a sunny afternoon in the mountains and a woman spread open for his pleasure?

Resting on his forearms, he dropped his head. He’d never taken her in daylight, so he enjoyed a long, slow look and could almost hear her anticipation ratcheting up. The sun shone on the rosy pink clit barely peeking out from the hood. Her silky black curls gleamed with moisture, and the skin he could see was nicely reddened from the blows of his cane. When he finished, her folds would be swollen and fat and her clit engorged, shoving all the way out.

When he finally tickled his tongue over her labia, her whole body jerked…but then she forced herself back into position.

He chuckled. “There’s a good girl.” His cock had thickened enough that he had to shift position. Its time would come. Right now he wanted to indulge himself with torturing a little sub. So he began by running his tongue upward to tease the juncture of the hood and clit on one side and the other. Her thighs touching his shoulders started to quiver. Featherlight strokes over the very top of her nub had her hips rising for more. Suppressing a laugh, he stopped and said sternly, “I told you not to move, sub.”

When she exhaled, it sounded suspiciously like a whine. He waited a full minute to make his point before resuming.

When her clit felt almost as hard as his erection—although nothing in the world could be as hard as his cock right now—he turned his head and nipped one tender inner thigh.

She squealed like a trapped mouse, and her leg jerked…oh, at least an inch.

“Did you move and make noise?”

“No, Sir.” Her voice sounded as breathless as if she’d run up a mountain. He had to press his lips together.

“Maybe, Sir.”

“I see,” he said gravely. “That’s very poor self-control, Kalinda.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

He could almost hear the begging she forced herself not to utter. “Well, let’s try this then…” He pushed her knees upward and out. “Give me your hands.” He set her hands on the insides of her knees so that she could hold her legs there. One of his favorite positions: with the knees up, her pussy would tilt, making her pretty cunt even more available to his fingers. Maybe he’d fuck her in this position. “Very nice, sugar. Stay just like that.” He waited a beat. “Kalinda, did you hear me?”

“Oh. Yes, Sir. Please…”

“Don’t make any noise. And. Do. Not. Move.” Avoiding her clit completely, he slid a finger into her. Very slick and hot. Her pussy clenched around him as he teased the opening, moving in and out in an erratic fashion. Never enough to drive her over. Tremors had spread to her entire legs, and she clutched her knees with a white-knuckled grip. He knew she thought of nothing else now—not the heat of the sun, not the possibility of discovery, not her job—just the feel of his hands on her and her need to stay still.

Perfect.

Oh, God, she was going to die. Sweat covered her whole body, making her hands slip as she strained to keep her legs up.
Please, please, please
. Why didn’t he use his mouth again?

“Seems like I remember you saying something about interrogating me. Am I correct?”

She stared at him. Talk? Now? “Yes,” she bit out.

He lay so close she could feel his breath right on her clit, but only his finger teased her, circling the entrance before sliding in and out. Never enough to send her off, just enough that everything down there kept getting tighter, more swollen.

“Did I mention it wasn’t a good idea to tease a dom?”

Would you stop talking
? “Uh-huh.” God, she ached and burned.

“Want to apologize?”

The evil bastard. Her answer came out a humiliating whine. “I’m sooorrrrry.”

He didn’t move.

“So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.” She managed to clamp her mouth shut before adding,
Fucking sadistic bastard.

Maybe he heard it anyway—he bit her again, and the sharp pain stabbed through her, making her jerk. Her legs slipped, and she grabbed them frantically. He chuckled, and she felt his tongue on the crease between her hip and thigh, so hot and soft.
Move over, just a little, please
. Her pussy throbbed. Burned.

He pushed one finger into her, then another, the added width wonderful, and she had to fight to keep her hips still.
Don’t move
. As if in revenge, her trembling increased.

“That’s very nice control, sprite,” he said, the approval in his voice like a stroking hand brushing over her. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Reward? She held her breath, and suddenly the fingers moving in and out of her changed, rubbing inside her, pushing against something…something that made everything inside her contract. And then he moved slightly, and closed his mouth around her clit, holding it firmly between his lips. His tongue stroked it ruthlessly—soft and wet—over and over. Inside, the pressure expanded like a balloon. With each touch of his tongue, the pleasure built exquisitely, higher and higher.

She clamped her mouth shut over her whimpers. He slowed, each drag of his tongue bringing her closer and… everything inside her seemed to gather together, petrifying her into unmoving stone until…

He sucked on her clit. Hard.

The pressure exploded outward as if the balloon had burst, flooding her with devastating pleasure in spasm after spasm. A wildfire totally out of control.

Oh God, hellfire, damn
. Panting, she realized Jake’s hands covered hers, helping her hold her legs up as his tongue flickered over her, sending ripples of aftershocks through her. The screams that she’d muffled swirled inside her head.

“You did well, sweetheart,” he said, moving her hands away and lowering her legs. When he rose to kneel between her legs, his face appeared stern, but laughter danced in his eyes. “Your control is improving.”