Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (7 page)

There were wooden cupboards along the walls and she wondered what he housed in them.

“How do I know you’ll honor my request once we’re done?”

He arched an eyebrow.  His eyes still glittered like ice.  “Don’t you trust me?”

She pursed her lips.  “It’s just that you don’t know what it is.  You might not be willing—”

“Don’t worry about it.  I am a man of my word.”  He grasped her arm and drew her close, his hard gaze locked on hers.  “I will give you want you want.”

What she
wanted
was for him to take her, body and soul.

And looking into the darkening desire in his eyes, she wondered if that’s what he meant.

Was he using her hunger for him to manipulate her?

But in her heart, she believed she could trust him. Even though he’d shaken her confidence when he’d walked out on her that night.  If he said he would grant her request, she believed he would, even after he heard what it was.  In this case, she was manipulating him, because he didn’t really know what she was after.  He might kick himself for agreeing in the end, but she believed he would follow through.

He’d been watching her expression carefully.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Take off your clothes,” he said as he walked toward a cupboard along one wall.  He opened a drawer and pulled something out, then turned back to her.  “And put this on.”

He walked to a leather couch and sat down, placing what looked like thin leather straps on the seat beside him.  Then he watched her expectantly.

She reached behind her back and unzipped the slinky dress, then let it drop to the floor, revealing her black bra and panties beneath.  She unfastened her bra, under the scrutiny of his almost disinterested gaze.  But she saw a flash of heat as she drew the garment from her body, revealing her aching breasts, the nipples hard with need.

Then she pushed down her panties and stood before him, watching his gaze glide over her body.  He picked up the leather straps and extended his hand toward her.  She walked to him and took them, then held them out in front of her.  It was a harness.  She tried to figure which way was up.

“There’s a collar,” he pointed out.  “Put that around your neck and go from there.”

She found the short, thick strap and wrapped it around her neck and buckled it.  The other straps dangled in front of her.

“Come here.  I’ll help.”

She stepped closer.

“Turn around.”

Once she faced away from him, conscious of her naked ass exposed to his view, he drew the straps around her body.  Tingles danced across her skin at the brush of his fingertips as he fastened the small buckles, pulling the straps snug around her body.  In front, the straps formed a V around her breasts, leaving them totally exposed.  He reached between her thighs to grab the two long, dangling straps and pulled them behind her, then drew them up and fastened them at her waist.

She glanced in one of the several mirrors around the room.  The harness concealed nothing of her body, just crisscrossed her fair, naked flesh with black lines.  Which she had to admit, looked really sexy.

He opened the drawer in the end table beside the couch and pulled out some leather straps which he placed on the tabletop.

“Now hold out your wrist.”

She extended her arm toward him and he wrapped one of the straps around her wrist and fastened it.  The play of his fingers on the sensitive skin of her arm sent a quiver through her.  He fastened a strap around the other wrist, too.  Then he leaned over and attached straps around each of her ankles.

“Turn around.”

She obeyed his command.

“Very nice.  Now kneel in front of me.”

She knelt down.  He took her hand and guided it to the bulge forming in his pants.  He squeezed her fingers around his hard, thick erection beneath the fabric, then moved his hand away.  She continued to squeeze him, then walked her hand the length of his shaft.  He hardened under her touch.

“Take it out,” he murmured.

She unzipped him and reached inside the fabric.  Pushing into the cotton of his boxers, she found the hot, hard flesh beneath.  She wrapped her fingers around him, deep need rushing through her.  She drew him out and gazed at his long, thick cock, now standing straight up.

She glided her hand up and down, stroking him.  She longed to feel the bulbous head glide between her lips and fill her mouth.

“Do you want to suck my cock?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice filled with longing.

“Good.”  He stood up, his cock slipping from her hold.  “Now come with me.”

He led her to one of the benches.  He positioned her in front of it and pressed her forward until her waist leaned on the leather surface, her ass in the air.  He fastened her ankle strap to a chain attached to a post at one side of the bench, then drew her legs wide so he could fasten her other ankle to a post on the other side.

Her upper body hung over the side of the bench, her head hanging down.  He walked around the bench and fastened her wrist straps to another chain, stretching her arms toward the floor.

She was totally helpless.

“Now I’m going to punish you.”

“Yes, sir.”  She didn’t ask for what, knowing it was all part of him having total control over her.

He walked away, then returned a moment later and showed her the flogger in his hand.  It was red leather with many wide strands of suede.  Then he walked behind her.  At the first touch of the suede against her skin, she tensed, but he merely swirled it lightly over her back.  It was soft and almost calming as it swished over her.  Then he raised it and lightly flicked it against her skin, but not enough to hurt.  Then he swished again.

He did this several times.  Each flick was a little faster, the strands connecting with her skin a little harder.  But she found she liked it.  Each time, she anticipated the feel of the suede against her skin.  Anticipated the slightly harsher feel.  It started to sting a little.  Then after several more times it stung a lot.

“Oh,” she cried out when he flicked even harder.

The suede swished against her skin again.  Then he flicked, the strands stinging her flesh.

Then he flicked hard and she yipped, startled.

He hesitated.  “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, sir,” she said, her voice a little shaky.  She didn’t know what had come over her, but the feel of the flogger against her flesh, wielded by him, was a sensuous adventure that heightened her senses and made her long to feel more.

He flicked one more time, just as hard and she cried out again at the exquisite pleasure-pain.

Once again and she moaned.

He tossed aside the flogger and she felt his hand stroke over her ass.  Then he slapped.  The skin smarted and she whimpered.  He slapped several times, the smacking sound filling the room.

Then, as he stroked her burning bottom, his fingers glided between her thighs and brushed her aching, moist flesh.

“Ohhh, yes.”

He chuckled, gliding a finger inside her.  But he only teased her with a light stroke, then stepped away.

A moment later, he appeared in front of her.  He released the straps holding her hands extended, then unfastened a small clasp on either end of the bench and pivoted up another padded surface, essentially making the bench wider.  Now her full torso was supported on the padded surface, her breasts pressed against the leather.  He extended her arm to the side this time, attaching it to a ring on the end of the bench.  He stretched her other arm out in the same way.

In front of her, he unfastened his belt, dropped his pants to the floor, then shed his boxers and stepped toward her.

“Earlier you said something about wanting to suck my cock.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Call me Mr. Danner.”

“Yes, Mr. Danner.”

He stepped close and, with his hand wrapped around his long shaft, pressed his cockhead to her lips.  She opened, then he slid into her mouth.  He was so big, she had to stretch wide to accommodate him, then once his cockhead was inside, she tightened her lips around his shaft.

He pushed deeper still.  She relaxed her throat, allowing him to glide further inside.  Then he drew back, her lips caressing his flesh.  He slid forward, then back again.  She squeezed him, satisfied at his murmur of approval.

Then he moved in short strokes while she sucked his hard flesh.  Then long, deep strokes.  Then short.

Then he pushed deep inside, the muscles of his face drawn tight.  She licked his shaft, swirling her tongue around him as best she could with his big cock filling her mouth.  He drew back, enough that she could run her tongue around his corona, stroking under the ridge.

“Fuck, that feels so good.  Now I want you to make me come.”

He pushed inside, then began to thrust, fucking her mouth.  She squeezed him.  He moaned as he filled her, then his body tensed.

“Now, baby.  I’m going to come.”  Then he jerked forward and hot liquid filled her mouth.

He groaned as she swallowed and sucked more.  His thrusts slowed.  She licked and squeezed him until finally, he slipped from her mouth, his cock soft and sated.

He stepped behind her and stroked his hands along her back, then over her hips.  She was very aware of her intimate folds, damp with need, exposed to his view.  His fingers trailed over her ass and he squeezed, the still sensitive flesh stinging a little.

Then she forgot the pain as he found her moist folds and stroked the length of her.  His fingertip burrowed into her soft flesh and glided inside.  Then another followed.  She squeezed around him, arching her behind toward him, wanting those fingers deeper.

He glided his fingertips along the inside of her canal.  Stroking.  Filling her with need.

He found one spot and kept stroking.  Pleasure swelled inside her and she moaned.  It felt incredible.

“Do you like that?”

She sucked in a breath.  “Yes, Mr. Danner.”

The gliding of his fingertips drove her pleasure higher and higher.  She groaned.  God, he hadn’t even touched her clit, yet she was… Oh, God… so close.  Her senses fluttered on the edge of the abyss.

Then it happened.  She arched her back and moaned as an orgasm rushed through her.  Her body tightened and heat swelled in her, then released in a flood of liquid.  It dripped down her thighs.

Her torso collapsed on the bench as she panted, trying to catch her breath.  Oh, God, that had never happened before.

He knew her body better than she did.  He knew how to give her pleasure she’d never imagined.

Then he was helping her to her feet and she realized he’d freed her wrists and ankles.  He took her elbow and led her to the couch where he sat her down, then knelt in front of her and lifted her knees over his shoulders.  Then his mouth covered her.

“Oh, God!”  Still flying high from the orgasm he’d just given her, the touch of his warm mouth and tongue against her sensitive flesh jolted through her with a wild intensity.  She arched against him, wanting more. 
Needing
more.

He suckled her clit in a gentle, rippling pulse and she arched against him.

“Yes.”  She gasped as he sucked harder, then licked.

Pleasure built in her core, and with each stroke of his tongue, it spread.  Further.  Deeper.  More intense.  Until it filled her entire being.

Bliss vibrated through her and she clutched his shoulders.  “Oh, Mr. Danner.”

His gaze caught hers, an erotic sight with his mouth covering her most intimate flesh, and she was sure he was going to tell her to stop.  To deny her release until later.

But it was too late.  The intense flood of pleasure carried her along whether willing or not.

And oh, God, she was
so
willing.

He flicked her clit with his tongue and the flood gates burst.

“Yes!  Oh, God, you’re…”—she gasped, arching against his mouth—“…making me come.”

Then a long, reedy wail escaped her lips as she rode the intense wave to an earth-shattering orgasm.

He leaned in toward her and nuzzled her ear, then murmured.  “Unbutton my shirt.”

She sat up and reached for his shirt, her hands trembling from the echoing waves of her orgasm.  She stroked her hand over his warm, muscular chest and found the top button, and released it.  Then the next.  And so on down the placket.

Once she was done, she parted the fabric.  Her gaze lifted from his sculpted chest to his eyes.  Heat flickered in those deep blue depths.

“May I touch you, Mr. Danner?”

“Yes.”  His silky voice came out low and filled with desire.

First, she stroked back an errant wave from his forehead, then glided her hand down his cheek and over his neck.  She rested her hand on his chest, feeling the staccato beat of his heart beneath her palm.

She drew open the shirt, pushing it back onto his shoulders and gazed at his nakedness.

God, the man was all sculpted muscle and rock-hard flesh.  Especially his fully erect cock that twitched under her scrutiny.  She wrapped her hand around it and stroked gently.