Her Master's Courtesan (11 page)

My hands reached her ass and I spread her cheeks and slowly pulled the plug free. She moaned and the chains rattled above her.

“Shhhhh … Don’t worry, beautiful, I’m going to give your body what it craves. I will give you the freedom to lose yourself in the natural instincts that are an inherent part of being a woman.”

Running my finger along the slick skin, I teased her for several seconds. Rubbing her back and forth, stopping at the clit to rub my finger over the tiny bundle of nerves. She jumped and I briefly wondered if she was still sensitive from the clips I used earlier. Softly, I continued working her to a point where her legs were shaking beneath her. She was practically dripping, she was so wet and I slipped my finger inside to feel the tight muscles of her cunt grasp of my finger, hungrily – greedily – while small moans and whimpers escaped her lips.

My cock pressed up against my pants and I unfastened my belt, dropping my pants to the floor around my ankles. Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt, and let it hang loose on my shoulders. I wanted this woman from behind, but I didn’t intend to stop there. Her scent wafted up to my nose and my mouth watered.

“Since you’ve been a good girl – I’ll give you everything I promised you. Try not to struggle and just allow yourself to let go.”

I dropped to my knees and my mouth was on her within seconds. Her taste was divine, ambrosia meant for the men who were fortunate enough to have her. I ran my tongue along the sensitive flesh, lapping at the taste of her body’s needs and desires. She bucked against me and her knees gave out for only a brief second before she pushed herself back up into position. I slipped my tongue along the tight circle of muscles and down over her clit, nipping and sucking at it until her moans grew louder and her breathing became so heavy; her body shook with its intensity. When I finally slipped a finger inside, she came almost immediately; the muscles rolling over the skin of my finger, and a scream broke from her mouth that made my cock pound with the need to bury itself inside her.

I pushed myself back up to my feet and reached around to massage the full weight of her tits. My fingers toyed with the overly sensitive nipples. She arched her chest forward, desperate for more contact – rougher contact - and I smiled. I knew something wild existed inside her; something primal and desirous of being taken, a need to be used in a way that only men like me could.

“Do you want me to fuck you, pet? Do you want me to show you what your body has been missing all along?”

“Please…”

It was the only word her small voice could form, but it was exactly the word that made her impossible for me to resist. I loved it when a woman begged, when she was pushed to a point where her insecurities and moralities were extinguished inside her – when all she wanted was to fuck and be fucked because her body demanded it.

I wanted to take the bitch bare – I wanted to feel the slick slide of her muscles over the surface of my cock – but I couldn’t get her pregnant and she wouldn’t be protected for another two weeks. Cursing under my breath, I kicked my shoes and pants off and grudgingly released her body to retrieve a condom from the table. After sliding it over myself I returned to her, hard as a fucking rock and ready to take something I’d been craving for the last several hours.

I positioned the head of my cock at the opening of her tight cunt. Playfully, I pushed inside, only penetrating slightly while listening to the symphony of her moans and whimpers – her need coming out in small sounds that escaped over her lips.

It felt like small, spasmic eruptions inside her cunt when I finally stopped teasing and buried myself within the soft walls. My head fell back and my hands traveled to grip the soft flesh of her hips and ass. A moan – something primitive and feral – escaped my chest and she tightened over me, teasing my dick with the hint of her explosive orgasm.

The chains above her head rattled in time with my thrusts, her seductive moans adding harmony to sounds of how hard we fucked. A growl erupted from my chest and she cried out when my fingers dug farther into the flesh of her hips.

“Damn it, pet. You are so fucking tight.” I hammered into her, loving the sound of our bodies slapping together, accented by the clink of the chains above us. Like a waking volcano, I could feel the slow build of friction and heat inside her and I slowed down, not wanting to give her the release I knew she was desperate to have.

“No beautiful girl, I have so much more I want with you tonight. You’re not letting go yet.”

I had to move her some place where I could have full access to her body. I’ve never needed the feel of a woman’s skin against me as much as I did now. I wanted to see her mouth open with her lustful moans; I wanted to look in her eyes as I dominated every aspect of her. I wanted to watch when I took her mind as easily as I’d taken her body.

I pulled out and we groaned in unison at the loss of contact. I smoothed my hand over the smooth, round perfection of her ass. “It’s okay, pet. I’m only taking you down from the rack. You’ll be back to riding my cock very soon.”

Deftly, my hands worked her out of her restraints; releasing from the cuffs before catching her, lifting her into my arms and carrying her down the hall to a spare bedroom I’d designed specifically for sexual training. Kicking the door open with my foot, I flicked on a switch that lit the gas candle sconces on the wall.  The room was bathed in dancing shadow which provided an ominous feel – an atmosphere of danger and domination – a place where she could escape into the fantasy of being the slut she wanted to be.

~ Rebecca ~

I didn’t know where he’d taken me – and I didn’t care anymore. After being forced to my knees, after being degraded and hurt and humiliated, something had snapped inside me. I recognized the truth in his words, my desire to be a whore, to be blindfolded and bound like that woman in the painting. It had been my favorite – he’d been right about that. It touched something inside me I didn’t know existed; it reached out and excited a part of me that needed to be fed.

I wanted him to make me his whore. I wanted him to fuck me like no man ever had. I wasn’t a virgin and I wasn’t new to the touch of man. But what I was new to was the feeling of having my body totally consumed by the feel of a man’s hand, the brush of his skin against mine – the sheer ecstasy of his tongue against my core. He was skilled in seduction, demanding in his domination, and haunting in the hedonism of his desire.

He laid me down on the black silk sheets spread over a large mattress. My hands gripped instantly into the cool feel of the cloth. He stood above me, his eyes burning down, shadows and light dancing across the dark lust in his expression. His shirt hung open and for the first time, I was able to see the shape of his body. I sucked in a breath at the smooth contour of his chest, hard and strong where it needed to be and dipping down to a sculpted abdomen. He was naked from the waist down and his wrapped dick still stood in front of him, taunting me with the pleasure he driven through my body just moments before.

I felt drunk. My head swam from the emotions that had been forced through me over the time I’d been with him.

“On your knees, pet.” the deep tone in which he spoke vibrated through me. His words burned at places inside me I didn’t know could be touched by nothing more than the sound of a man’s baritone voice.

I pushed my tired body from the bed and onto my knees facing him. I watched the light reflect off a bead of sweat that rolled over the sculpted curves of his chest and my tongue flicked out to run across my lip in desperate need to taste the salt of his skin. I don’t know what was happening to me and I considered that maybe he’d been correct – maybe, inside, what a woman really needed was to be controlled, to be brought to her knees by the strength of man; only to be pushed above a dangerous edge that left her mind swimming is ecstasy and seduction. Every fucking part of me felt alive and I was hyper aware of the air against my skin, the silk sheets beneath my knees, the heat of his large body rolling over me from where he stood.

“I’m going to let you touch me because I want to feel your hands on my skin. This is not something you can normally do without permission. You need to remember that. But, for now, I want the feel of your palms on my chest and your nails across my back. I want everything that’s primal inside you; I want you lost to everything but the feel of my cock, and my mouth.”

He grabbed my chin forcefully, kissing softly along my jaw but stopping when I turned to try to force his mouth to my lips. My eyes opened and shot to his face to see that he’d pulled away, grinning at me.

“No, pet. You don’t force me. If I want my tongue shoved down your throat, I’ll put it there when I’m good and fucking ready to do so.” He paused, staring down into my eyes while the warning of his words rang through my mind. “Spread your legs for me, beautiful – but stay on your knees.”

I spread my shaky legs, looking at the sheets. He grabbed my face again and forced me to look up at him. Lust burned behind his eyes when he reached between my legs to play with the swollen flesh. My legs shook harder and I tried to look away from the intensity of his stare. The tips of his fingers dug into my cheeks and he shook his head at me when I finally peeked up at him from beneath the fall of my lashes.

“Watch me when I take you. Watch me when I make your body mine. Let yourself go in the knowledge that you have no choice, no opinion, and no responsibility besides turning me on. Keep your fucking eyes glued to mine, beautiful, because I want you to see me when I fuck you.”

My breath was forced out of me by the callousness of his commands. My head started to swim again with the hormones that raced through my veins. The room started to spin with the dancing shadows created by the ensconced flames throughout the room. My skin felt sticky with a sheen of fine sweat and when his skilled hands worked over the slick skin between my thighs, my head fell back. He pulled my head back to him by gripping his the hand he’d just had on my cheek into my hair.

“Keep your fucking eyes on me.”

It was too much – the sensation of his hand and the blinding stare of his eyes. He saw through me; I could feel him inside me, toying with my thoughts, pushing at buttons that sent waves of exquisite heat rolling through me. He had one finger tucked inside me while his thumb continued to play over my clit. I started to climax and I could feel every muscle inside me attempt to grip around the teasing motion of his fingers. My breathing came in short bursts and my heart tapped a steady, yet quick, rhythm against my ribs.

Finally, with one more flick of his thumb against my swollen nub, I came long and hard over his fingers, each wave of pleasure inside me announced with a guttural moan springing from somewhere deep inside. I heard him laugh, short and wicked and I knew how much he enjoyed playing with me like a child would a favorite toy.

“Stand up and remove my shirt.” His words were broken over the gruffness of his voice. Almost spoken in a growl, his command spurred me to move my sated and spent body forward until I could step down from the bed. When I stood, I was dizzy and his arm snaked around my waist to catch me from falling. Finally steadying myself, I slowly placed my hands on the hard and defined muscles of his stomach. They rippled beneath my delicate touch when I moved them up and over his skin. His nipples were hard and erect beneath my palms and I shuddered when I finally felt the steel beneath the skin of his shoulders and chest. His raw strength was intoxicating and I swam in a wash of hormones that I’d never known before.

The shirt slipped from his shoulders and fell to the floor behind him. He stood completely naked before me and I became wet again despite having orgasmed just moments before. I could feel my desire leak from between my legs and I wanted nothing more but to have this man inside me, pushing me to the brink of madness in the most carnal manner possible.

“I’m going to lie down. When I do, I want you to straddle me.” He brought his head down to whisper against my ear. “I want you to ride my cock.”