Falling for Sir (13 page)

His palm was hot against her panties and every
time he tugged the pearl harness up a little more, the black silk got wetter,
pulled up tight to her pussy. She knew he felt how damp she was and in return
her let her feel his erection pushing at her ass, warning her of the impressive
pounding she was about to get.

For
what we are about to receive, may the lord make us truly thankful
, she thought, amused by the sudden, rather
inappropriate vision of school children chanting their perfunctory prayers
before lunch.

It's just sex, she told herself again. Nothing
more than sex. Pure and simple. Well...maybe not so pure.

One way to be sure he did bid on her tonight had
been to grant him a measly number of tokens after that first encounter. It
certainly did the trick and he rose to the challenge. Oh, boy, yes he did.

There were two new girls on the podium tonight,
but Jack Marchetti hadn't even glanced over at them. She had the boss's sole
attention.

How was that for the bookworm from the sticks?

* * * *

He knew the danger when he went there to bid on
her again, even after the insult of her meager token award. No way should he
have let her under his skin, but it was too late now. She'd challenged him to
retaliate and he couldn't let her get away with it. Good thing he still had a
lot of tokens left from Charlie's birthday gift.

Having won the bid, Jack tossed
"Claudia" over his shoulder and carried her up to the bed.

"You'll do yourself an injury," she
exclaimed, breathless, dangling upside down.

Or she'd do it to him, he thought grimly.
"Silence, Claudia," he snapped, terse. "I did not give you
permission to speak." Tonight he'd make her comply with all the damned
rules, not just those that were convenient for her in the outside world.

He carried her through to the en suite bathroom
and turned on all the lights. She wanted just sex; he'd give it to her. If she
begged for it.

Jack kicked down the toilet lid and made her straddle
it facing him, with her wrists still bound to her thighs. The toilet would
serve as a spacing bar to keep her legs apart in the absence of the real thing.
He stripped off his jacket, shirt and tie, already sweating. "Your tits
look even fuller tonight, Claudia. Nipples like ripe cherries."

She looked as if she was about to speak, so he
took his tie and used it as a gag.

"No you don't, sub. No words from you.
Tonight you'll show your Dom what you need and what you want and what you feel,
but only with this..." He tweaked her nipples, tugging them up over the
ruffled lace of her corset. "...and this." He slapped a hand to her
pussy. "You may nod, Claudia, to show you understand."

Oh, her green sparks were on fire tonight,
filling her wide eyes with something like anger, but also a fair amount of
amusement still. She was beginning to enjoy the game, but a part of her —as
he'd already observed from her clenched hands—wasn't ready to let go completely
and utterly.

Jack swore to himself that she would. By the
time he was done with her.

If he was ever done with her.

"Do you understand, Claudia?"

Finally she nodded. The black silk covering her
pussy was moist already and now he felt it dampen further as he kept his hand
between her thighs and bent his head to suckle on her right breast. He closed
his teeth around the pink nub and teased her with a gentle pull.

His cock ached with need, but it would have to
learn patience tonight too, if he meant to see this game through and claim
victory.

After moving his mouth back and forth a few
times between her tits, Jack reached into the pocket of his pants and took out
nipple clamps with black feathers attached. "Now you're nicely primed,
Claudia. Have you ever felt these clamps before?"

She shook her head and he watched his grey silk
tie move against her lips as she sucked in a breath.

He ran the back of his fingers softly down her
cheek. "You must trust me. That's what this is all about."

She didn't blink, but stared at his face and
then the clamps in his hand.

"Trust," he whispered. He was sorry he
had to gag her but it was the only way he could truly concentrate because the
minute she answered back or made one of her wry comments he'd be out of the
moment and he needed to stay in the zone if he meant to conquer her.

He pinched each nipple with his fingers first,
exerting pressure until she flinched. Then, slowly, he attached the clamps to
her peaked nipples, turning the little screws to tighten each one, letting the
feathers brush the lower curve of flesh. She groaned under her makeshift gag
and he licked the skin around her areolas, making her breasts shine wet with
his saliva in the bright lights of the bathroom. "Good girl," he
muttered, excitement catching on the words as they left his throat. He ran his
palms down over her corseted stomach and felt her breathing deepen and slow
down. Her breasts looked glorious with the clamps pinching the scarlet tips and
he knew the little feathers hanging from each one would further intensify her
arousal, like a soft kiss of satin after a harsh whip of leather. "Now
turn around and face the cistern. I need to tighten your corset."

Her brows arched high in protest. He smiled and
stroked his bulging crotch.

"Turn around, Claudia," he repeated
firmly.

She glanced down as he unzipped his pants and
showed her his cock.

"Do you want this from your master tonight,
Claudia?"

She nodded with an eagerness that both flattered
and amused.

"Then face the cistern. Trust me."

At last she obeyed, straddling the toilet again
and facing the wall. Damn. The sight of her curvaceous ass with that pearl
harness in the crack, delving down into her sweet valley, was enough to make
him shoot a load there and then. Jack paused a moment for his blood to cool
off. Then he began tightening the laces of her leather corset. Just enough to
accentuate the sensations she'd feel above and below it. When he heard her moan
again through the gag, he stopped and tied the laces. Her shape was now an
exaggerated figure eight and she swayed a little. Squeezed in tight at the
waist she'd be desperate to get out of that thing soon, but for now she was
enjoying it. He saw her glance over at the mirrored cabinet on the far end wall
to see how she looked with her breasts and hips pushed out.

"Yes, Claudia, you look ripe for fucking.
Ready for me to play. So turn to face me again."

This time she did so without delay. Jack sat
astride the toilet seat as she straddled it and then he moved her panties aside
to breathe in her warm, spicy sexual musk. In his peripheral vision, her fingers
twitched anxiously where her hands were still bound to her thighs. The pink
ribbons must be starting to chafe her wrists and dig into her thighs. He left
her silk panties pulled to the side and slipped two fingers up into her sopping
wet pussy.

While he stroked inside her, the soft squelching
of her juice seemed to echo around the walls of that clinical white,
marble-tiled room. "Good girl," he purred rubbing his cock with his
free hand as it stood up between his legs. "You're beautifully wet and
ready, Claudia." He felt her muscles tighten, her lower body pushing
toward him and just before she could go over her edge, he quickly withdrew his
fingers and licked them. He left her panting under her gag, her cunt blushing
and roused with yearning. "Not yet Claudia. You come when I say and not
before. Is that clear?"

She moaned and he looked up to see the heat in
her face and the wariness in her eyes again. Of course she wanted to close her
thighs, but she couldn't. The toilet was in the way and so was he. Her sex was
exposed, vulnerable and she had no escape. As he'd told her, she'd have to
trust the boss, her master, her Sir.

Jack leaned in and seized her pink labia between
his teeth. She froze for a moment, apparently unsure of what he meant to do.

His own arousal leapt as he tasted her warm,
pouty flesh and very gently sucked, running his teeth over those dewy folds,
then swirling just the tip of his tongue between them. Above him she grunted
and her hips swayed. Lips still pressed to her waxed vulva, he looked up and
watched her breasts shake, the pressure of the clamps must be making her
nipples ache and the dangling feathers would tickle. Slowly Jack stuck out his
tongue and lapped the length of her slit with one long lick.

He reached into his unzipped pants and palmed
his heavy sac. "Yes, Claudia, my sub, feed me with your cream and honey.
Now I'm going to concentrate on harvesting all the sweetness of your juicy
twat, but you must not come until I say you can. If I feel you coming I shall
leave you here, tied up, while I go downstairs again for a few drinks and some
supper." He paused and looked up at her. "You don't want me to leave
your pussy untended, do you, sub? I could be gone for an hour or two."

She shook her head frantically.

"Good. Now move your hips toward me. Up on
tip toe, so I can reach that sweet little bud."

She struggled to push herself high enough, her
thighs shaking.

"Claudia, your Dom is thirsty. And
impatient. Come on, push your pussy up higher for my mouth."

She arched her back, her head and shoulders
pressed to the gleaming white tiles above the cistern. Finally Jack put out his
tongue again and covered her labia with light, teasing flicks. She was glossy,
pink and slick, trembling slightly. He laughed, letting his warm breath coast over
her cunt. "I'm getting addicted to your pussy dew. Perhaps I'll just feast
here all night long and never give you full release. I can bring you to the
peak and stop as many times as I desire. I can tease you for hours and not let
you close your legs. I can tongue you, nibble you, suckle you until you faint
from need."

She glared, her eyes fiery and intense,
scorching his face.

"If you faint, I'll revive you to play some
more," he added, keeping his voice low and steady. "You're a naughty
girl, Claudia and clearly you need a lesson in restraint as well as trust. Keep
still. Take that anger out of your eyes." He spanked her left butt cheek
and it jostled her pussy onto his mouth again. "Don't you dare come until
I say you can," he added, his words muffled in her body.

A sharp grunt from his pupil warned him that
once he got that gag off her she had a great deal to say. So he'd better make
the most of his peace now.

He licked his finger again and felt for her
anus. "Time to remind you that you're mine, Claudia," he muttered,
rimming the tiny puckered hole with his fingertip. "All mine."

Was she still trying to talk through her gag?

"Here I come," he warned, just as he
pressed his moistened finger through the tight opening. "There. It's a
snug fit." He pushed in as far as his knuckle and leaned forward again to
flick his tongue up inside her pussy. Her breath hitched and she circled her
hips. Slowly and carefully he curled his tongue up to that shy little man in
the boat and tickled it. She jerked. He felt her ass squeeze his finger.

Jack slid back on the toilet seat and looked up
at her. "Ask me if you can come, Claudia."

Her eyes closed. Her cheeks were flame red under
the gag. Her pussy was dripping.

"You're not making it clear to me," he
exclaimed sternly. "I don't know what you want, sub."

She opened her eyes and stared down at him. He
grinned, working a second finger into her ass along with the first. She was
turned on enough that the lack of lube barely caused more than a gasp, but she
was full now and stretched by his fingers. Speared on them. Her rosy pussy lips
were thrust forward, just above the gleaming watchstrap around his wrist. Her
cunt was merely an inch or so from his face, begging for cock, and his fingers
were buried in her sweet, tantalizing ass.

He couldn't wait much longer. Pre-cum already
formed on his knob and quivered there. Ah, but victory was in his grasp. His
woman was on the verge of a bone-shaking orgasm. Like an unstable roof in the
thick of winter, one more snowflake would make her crumble.

Chapter
Ten

Better
than Steak

Marianne could barely breathe. She was cinched
in so tight by the corset that it made her light-headed. Parts of her were
becoming numb, but her erogenous zones felt everything multiplied and raw. The
cruel pinch of the clamps made her nipples throb and her breasts seemed
heavier. Each time her body swayed to keep its balance, her breasts bounced and
the clamps tugged at their aching posts. The width of his fingers in her ass
caused a heated pressure inside her sex, made her want to push down and work
her hips like mad.

His cock, standing up proud in his lap and
leaking sticky cum, was beginning to look to her like an oasis might look to a
lost traveler in the desert.