Karma (32 page)

Marcy stood up, walked around and lay face down. He held her, so
that she was able to lie down gently, despite having her hands cuffed behind
her back. He pressed one firm hand on her, holding her tightly against him.

She had freaked out there for a moment, but she was aroused once
more. The potency and power of his control was a massive turn-on.

Marcy wanted to
curl her arms around his
strong male legs. With her wrists bound behind her back she couldn’t, yet she
pressed her face against his jeans. The scent of him stirred the memories of
all the carnal pleasures she experienced in his bed.

"I'm
going to spank you, slave, for my pleasure, and yours," Mike's deep voice
took on a dangerous purr. "You'll want to climax during this spanking. If
you beg well enough I may even let you."

Marcy
gasped at that whispered promise. She melted against him, hyperaware, yet sensually
relaxed. Whatever he wanted, she decided. He was in control. Her belly
tightened in anticipation of the first blow. Her erect nipples rubbed against
his jeans. She was nervous. Would it hurt? Licking her lips, Marcy decided that
it didn’t matter if it did. She had decided to give all power and control
unconditionally over to Mike.

Mike
shifted her slightly so that her ass was high in the air. "Spread your
legs, slave. I want to play with my pussy." It was a demand, it was a
command. She didn’t want to disobey.

"Yes,
Master," she said.

"You
are such a good slave," he praised.

His
hands gently rubbed, smoothing over her buttocks, caressing the plump cheeks of
her backside. He began to squeeze and rub harder, massaging her backside. It
was incredibly erotic the way he touched her. He murmured in a gravelly voice
as he examined her, commenting on the color, and beauty of her "sweet white
ass" and how he intended to make it red and ready for him.

"And
after I spank you," he said in a conversational tone, his voice deep and
low and seductive, "I'm going to place you over the arm of this couch.
Then I'm going to fuck you from behind. You're going to want to be ready for
me, because I'm going to fuck you harder than I've ever fucked you before."

Marcy
moaned, surprised by the sound of it. Had she just made that noise? The erotic
way he was talking, the feel of him playing with her body, and his demanding
need had her super horny.

"Are
you ready, slave?" he asked.

"Oh,
yes, Master." The words choked out of her somehow. It was odd because she
was ready. Super ready. Ridiculously ready. Marcy was up for anything.

Slap,
slap, slap, he began along the edge of her buttocks.

It
didn’t hurt. It stung a little, but if anything it felt good. Was she too drunk
with sexual arousal to feel pain? Or was he holding back?

Rhythmically
Mike's hand struck her, sending shockwaves through her body. Slap, slap, slap.
Her entire ass stung and burned, but it was her pussy that held her attention.
It was on fire with need, it was just so damn empty. Right then she was ready
and willing for anything, as long as she eventually got what she craved.

She
wanted him to fuck her.

From
time to time he stopped and soothed her butt with his palm. When he did he ran
his fingers in between her cleft, tracing her sopping clit and labia. Running
his fingers around her slit, Mike teased her entrance, but never quite went in.
His tantalizing touch made her channel clench. Her breaths were short and
desperate.

"Do
you like your spanking so far, slave?"

"Jesus,
yes! God!"

His
quick dark chuckle was filled with amusement, yet all the while he continued
delicately stroking her folds. "You call me, Master, slave. Not Jesus, or
God."

"Please,
Master!"

"Please
what?"

"I
need to come," she begged. "Let me come, please, Master."

"I'm
going to spank you a bit harder now. If I'm right, when I slap directly on the
middle of your buttocks, down low, you're going to feel it in that sweet needy
pussy of yours. It may even make you climax. Your King grants you an orgasm.
That is to say, you are allowed to have your release, if you can."

For
a moment his thumb was on her clit, pulling back the slippery hood. Her belly
clenched, her pussy wept and pulsed and all the while Mike stroked her. When he
inserted two fingers within her wet channel she cried out. When her needy pussy
latched on tight, he laughed.

"Ready
slave for your punishment?"

"Yes,
Master, please." The whining, desperate pleading in her voice didn’t
matter. Marcy was too far gone to care.

Slap,
slap, slap! Marcy felt as if her womb contracted with each one, her buttocks
clenching to the seductive beat. Mike kept up a steady, predictable rhythm,
slow at first, and then faster.

From
time to time Mike held her wrists on her lower back. Holding her to his will.

Mike
began to strike her hard, then harder, the flat of his hand hitting her rounded
buttocks, making them shake. Marcy focused on trying to accept this spanking
because she trusted Mike. He would take care of her.

She
was so wet that Mike bathed her sex with his hand, making it slick with her own
juices. He was spanking her with one hand and fondling her sex with the other. She
constantly moaned and whimpered now - aroused to fever pitch. Red hot lust
rolled through her. The stimulation to her pelvic region was like nothing she
had ever known.

"Please,
Master," she panted.

Marcy's
ass and her pussy were both on fire. She screamed – from pain or pleasure. How
could she tell? When he hit her, she felt it
there
.

Pleasure
and sensation rocketed through her. Intense arousal and primal need took over.

A
shudder was growing, something huge within her core. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
It was enormous. It was too much. Her stomach clenched against his lap, her
pelvis arched. She was so close…

Mike
must have been aware of her pre-orgasmic state. "Come for me, slave. Come
for me -
right now
," he commanded with one last slap. As he did he
pressed two fingers into her pussy, against her G-spot, while flicking her
clit.

Marcy's
whole body tightened.

Oh,
fuck!
"Ah, ah, ah, ah," she sobbed. Marcy
wailed through her frenzied orgasm, bucking and shaking. Winded and breathless,
tremors wracked her body. Fuck it felt amazing! Afterwards she lay limp, in a
zone of pleasure, jerking with aftershocks.

Mike
picked her up, holding her tightly against him, like she was the most important
thing in his world. His gaze locked with hers. Lust, love and pleasure glittered
in those dark eyes.

"Is
my slave ready to serve me?" he asked in a sexy low voice.

She
gave him a faint smile. "Anything for my Master," she whispered.

He
laughed and put her over the arm of the couch, head down, ass in the air, legs
spread. Her cheek rested on the couch, her wrists still bound behind her back.
Gentle hands stroked her abused buttocks, fondling and squeezing.

"You
look amazing, my beautiful slave," Mike said gruffly. "I love this pink
ass of yours. I bet that I can get you to climax again."

Marcy
moaned at the thought. She was exhausted, but Mike just heartlessly laughed.

Mike
got on his knees behind her. He put his palms, one on each buttock, and spread
her. Without a moment for her to think, he lowered his head. His tongue touched
her, licking right up her cleft. Leaving a trail of burning sensuous fire, he
buried himself in her heat.

"Oh,
shit!" Marcy gasped. It was like receiving an electrical charge.

"That's
'oh shit, Master', to you," he growled and licked her again.

"Master!"
she called out when he did it once more. Using his fingers he spread her folds,
baring her most feminine flesh. And that tireless tongue of his kept working,
working, working.

"Jesus
I love how you taste. Sweet, sweet as can be, my beautiful slave. I could do
this all day."

It
was a promise. It was a threat. Marcy's clit was so sensitive. When his tongue
touched it, she jumped. "Oh, God!"

"Who
am I, slave?"

"Oh
God, you're my Master," she corrected herself.

His
quick dark chuckle only added to her pleasure.

Mike
toyed with her, teasing and licking, sucking and biting. Pulling at her clit
with a gentle tug. Taking it inside his mouth and suckling it gently.

Marcy
gasped, astonished that she was close to climax once more. He rimmed the needy entrance
to her pussy, fucking her with his tongue. Mike made her desperate. He was in
no hurry. Just like before, he enjoyed driving her mad with pleasure. He knew
when she was close and always pulled back.

"Oh,
please, Master, please!"

"What
do you want, slave?"

"Please,
fuck me! I beg you, Master!"

"You
want the King to pound his royal penis deep inside you, slave?"

Marcy
almost choked on a breathless laugh. Mike cracked her up. What a goofball! A
sexy hunk of dominant alpha male, but a goofball just the same.

"Yes,
Master! Please, Master! Please fuck me with the royal penis! I really need you!
If your slave heard you correctly, you said that you were going to fuck me
harder than you've ever fucked me before."

Mike
paused in his attentions. "You beg so nicely, my most favorite sex slave. I'm
going to give you what you want."

Marcy
heard him take off his jeans.

He
positioned himself, notching his hard shaft against her entrance. Marcy shut
her eyes with the incredible sensation of it. Mike grabbed her hips, and with
one firm thrust, pushed himself deep into her swollen flesh.

Marcy
called out with the joy of it.

She
was completely powerless in the face of such pleasure.

"Fuck,"
Mike bit out in a strangled groan. He remained still then. Stayed right there, deep
inside her. His hips pressed hard against her buttocks, his balls teasing her
sensitive folds.

God
she wanted him. Marcy squirmed and whimpered, while her body adjusted and her
muscles relaxed. Her swollen flesh had tightened around him, capturing his
cock.

Jesus
she loved the sensation of accommodating him. Mike was so damn big and hard. The
fact that he wasn't using a condom ratcheted up her arousal even further. Maybe
they would make a baby?

Squeezing
her hips, Mike gave her an extra nudge, making sure that he was as far in as
possible. "Happy now, slave?"

"Yes,
Master. Thank you, Master!"

"You
feel amazing." He lovingly caressed her buttocks. "Like heaven on
earth."

Mike
ran his hands up her back, momentarily holding the fingers of her bound wrists.
He bent right over her body and moved his hands to her breasts. Fondling the softness
of them, he traced every curve. His thumb and finger pulled on her nipples,
elongating them, and tugging in an edgy bite of pain.

It
made her call out, with pleasure, with pain, with need. He kissed her back, her
spine; he nuzzled and nibbled her nape.

"I
love you like this, slave," he said in a guttural, lust-filled voice.
"Your hands bound, your legs spread, open and ready. My cock deep inside.
Do you want your king to fuck you now, my most prized possession? Shall I pound
into you hard and fast? Should I allow you to climax again?"

Hot
and horny as she was, Marcy had to giggle. He was still playing the game. "Jesus,
Mike, I mean Master, please!" she tried to impale herself, pushing in and
out. He held her still by biting between her neck and shoulder.

Marcy
closed her eyes and groaned. "Fuck me, Master. Fuck me and make me
come!"

"You
certainly are a horny, needy little slave, aren't you?"

"Yes,
Master! Oh please!" she sobbed.

He
laughed again, but then he started to fuck her, three short, half strokes,
followed by one long deep stroke. Three short, one long.

Mike
had done this before. It was guaranteed to drive her crazy with unsatisfied
pleasure. Three short, one long and deep, again. Again. Again.

"Please,
Master! Please!" her begging litany continued without pause. Marcy forgot
what she was begging for.

His
hands went to her braid and to her cuffed wrists, using them for leverage when
he drove himself inside. Her scalp tingled with the pressure – it added to the
incredible sensation of him using her.

Mike
was grunting now, all primitive male, rutting like an animal. It was a
delicious sound. Thrusting and pounding, he continued to pump inside her
swollen sex. His hips bruised her ass, his balls smacked hard between her legs.

Marcy's
legs trembled with the amount of pressure they were under. Her feet quivered unsteadily.
Sexual tension had built to an almost painful strain. Like a cable pulled tight
with force or weight, something was going to break.

She
mindlessly keened with the pressure of it. Hot emotional tears trailed down her
cheeks.

Mike's
hand snaked down between her legs and, and rubbed her clit. "Come, slave.
Come for me," he demanded.

In
an unexpected bolt of lightning, Marcy screamed as she climaxed. Her body
tightened and spasmed around his cock, and she bit the couch, unable to contain
or comprehend such overwhelming ecstasy.

Mike
hammered inside her, pumping all deep fast strokes now, swift and urgent. She
heard him grunt with the effort of every internal thrust. Then he was
climaxing, too, in a succession of electric jerks, convulsions and gasps.

Mike
made a loud noise between a grunt and a groan and collapsed on top of her. She
felt his rough chest hair against her cuffed hands, the damp sweat of his skin.
His breath was ragged, tickling her neck. His chest heaving as he panted
against her. His arms were banded around her, holding her tight, embracing her.

"You
are going to kill me with sex, my sweet sex slave," Mike rasped raggedly.
"But I'll die a happy man."

Marcy
couldn’t reply, too stunned and breathless for words. She was finished. Her
body was floppy and loose limbed, her mind gone.

Was
this what an out of body experience felt like? Because in her current
dream-like state, she felt as if she was floating, drifting away on a wave of
pleasure.

Mike
buried his face in the hollow of her neck. He kissed her and spoke to her in
soft loving murmur. She couldn’t really hear his whispered words of endearment.
It was like being off on some other plane or dimension.

It
was someplace that only Mike could send her.

He
unbound her cuffed wrists, picked her limp body up, and took her to their bed.

He
gently lay her down, wiped her face and cleaned between her legs. Then he put
on his rabbit skin gloves, and rolled her over on to her stomach. Marcy had
experienced those gloves before. Her body hummed with the memory. Wonderful
softness soothed her trembling body as Mike massaged and stroked, making her
languid with boneless pleasure. All physical strain and tension melted away.

"Oh,
you are so good to me, Mike," she moaned.

"I
promised you that I'd take care of you," he murmured near her ear, as he
kneaded and soothed the muscles of her neck and shoulders. His breath was sweet
and warm upon her neck. "For me, taking care of you is one of life's great
pleasures."

When
he was done he cuddled her against him, folding her up onto his chest and into
his heat. Mike was always so much warmer than she was. After a half hour of
cuddling, he checked his watch.

"We
have a couple of hours before I need to go pick up Katie."

"Right."

"Are
you coming?"

"No,
not again, Master! No more!" she quipped, her head still resting on his
chest. "If I have another climax like that last one, I may not
recover."

Mike
chuckled. As they were skin to skin, the heady vibration of his laugh went
right through her making her grin so broadly that her jaw ached. How could one
person make her so happy?

Marcy
raised her head from his chest to look at him.

The
expression on Mike's beautiful, well-loved face was of complete contentment. Marcy's
heart kicked when she saw it. It had been a long wait, to find the one she
loved. Truthfully she hadn't even been looking. How lucky that Mike didn't give
up on her - nagging persistent man that he was.

She
recalled André quoting some famous French novelist to her.

"There
is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved."

While
Marcy still hadn't yet been able to define love, she understood the overwhelming
joy of it.

Marcy
knew the love of her own mother, an amazing woman who would have gladly given
her life for her. She felt love as a mother to Katie. And now she felt it as
Mike's lover. This huge, world-encompassing, indescribable joy was most definitely
love.

"Did
you like your spanking?" he asked, searching her face.

"Oh
yeah. It was delicious. You can do whatever you want with me."

"Can
I now?" There was a flare of possessive heat in his dark eyes. They
travelled across her body in a sensual caress. "And why is that?"

"Because
I love you. I'm your slave forever and ever, Mike."

"Believe
me when I tell you, Marcy," he said, giving her an affectionate kiss on
the nose. "I'm your slave, too." He tucked a wayward lock of her
thick hair behind her ear. His hand cupped her chin, his thumb running along
her lower lip. His lips parted. Mike looked as if he planned to kiss her.

Marcy's
eyes narrowed, her sudden impulse was irresistible. Studying Mike with a calculating
air, she asked, "Really? You're my slave?"

"True
story."

She
sat up and pursed her lips, one hand resting on his chest, moving to his flat
abdomen. His muscles tightened under her fingers, shuddering deliciously.

Mike
lay with his head resting on his open palms, his arms behind his head. It made
his bicep muscles bunch. Damn he smelled and looked so good. How did she get so
lucky as to have this fantastic guy fall in love with her?

It
still seemed incredible.

Smiling,
she said, "Did I ever tell you about the videos André gave me to check out
when I was trying to figure out how to have an orgasm?"

"No,"
he said, his brows drawn down in a considering frown.

"Well,
there was one where there was this Mistress and her male sub. I thought it
looked… interesting." Marcy couldn’t stop herself from giggling.

"Oh?"
he asked.

Her
gaze met his. "Do you trust me?"

Mike
made a choked noise in the back of his throat, and his dark eyes widened with
sudden understanding. "Yes, er… Mistress?"

Her
giggle became a joyous laugh. Marcy jumped up and got out the cuffs and a blindfold,
putting them on the bed beside him. Then she pulled out the riding crop. She traced
the riding crop down his shoulder, along his chest, and lower – close to his
balls.

"Want
to know my fantasy?" she asked him with a wry half grin.

His
swift, yet slightly nervous smile made her laugh. "Oh, yeah. I really,
really do," he said.

Marcy
jumped up on the bed and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "In
my
fantasy I am a rich and powerful Queen, and I have tons of slave men that I use
for sex."

"Is
that right?"

"Yep,"
she admitted while fastening leather cuffs onto Mike's wrists and ankles, and
attaching them to the bedposts. "But," she said with an arched
eyebrow and a naughty smirk, "you are my favorite sex slave."