Over the Line (8 page)

“Now, now, now,” she chanted.

“Almost.” He stepped back and resumed the beating until her ass was red.

“I’m going to come without you touching me.” Her fingers were interlaced and she strained against the rope binding.

Where she’d been soft, she was now tense. He’d never kept a woman waiting for so long, and never had a sub been more deserving.

Michael threw aside the belt and buried his head between her legs, using his tongue on her pussy, sliding three fingers inside her then back out.

“Sir!”

He didn’t respond. He kept licking, lapping her juices, driving her wild. He reached up with one hand and gave the chain that ran between her breasts a vicious yank.

She screamed.

She humped his face and he kept at her, driving her orgasm, not ceasing until she was twitching wildly and sobbing into the sheets.

When she went limp, he stroked her spine with his fingertips. “Now, little sub, I’m going to fuck you thoroughly.”

Chapter Four

Shattered.

Sydney was completely, totally shattered.

Despite the bondage, she collapsed, turning on her side. She dragged in several breaths. Even though she’d played with a number of Doms and had had a serious D/s relationship, she’d never experienced anything like this.

“Are you all right?”

“Fine,” she mumbled. She blinked, trying to regain her bearings, aware of him moving around the room.

Master Michael had kept her on the edge for at least an hour, and before he’d allowed her a release, he had demanded that she gave everything she’d had to offer. In fact, she was sure he’d asked for more than she’d even known possible. It seemed he wasn’t satisfied with her just offering her body unconditionally to him. He wanted more.

The emotional aspects that he’d tapped into tonight bothered her. She’d never felt vulnerable before. She’d always been in control of herself—she set the ground rules with her Dominants and greeted each situation with abandon, riding each powerful experience to a thrilling orgasm. The high she got from each scene kept her sane.

Master Michael, with his gentle yet uncompromising ways, went beyond simple whip-wielding. He’d succeeded in forcing her into a submissive mindset, something she’d always resisted.

“I’ll be right with you,” he said, his voice rich and husky.

Sydney thought she had nodded, but she couldn’t be sure.

She heard water running in the attached bathroom then there was silence. She was grateful for a few moments alone. Unlike earlier, she needed to compose herself before facing him, and oddly, it was his earlier response that had given her the trust to stay on his bed, still bound, waiting. Most times, after she’d been satisfied, she’d thanked the man—taken care of him with a requisite blow job if he had seemed put out—then headed home and back to her life. But this time she was content to stay, at least for a while.

And honestly, now that she’d seen Master Michael’s naked chest and the tattoo that matched the brand she’d seen on the sign above the ranch’s entrance, she wanted him naked. Getting him off didn’t seem as if it would be a chore. In fact, she wanted his cock inside her.

His restraint amazed her. She’d noticed his erection, but he’d kept his attention solely on her. No doubt he had mad bedroom skills. More, though, he’d backed up his arrogant statements. The orgasm
had
been worth waiting for. It had lain curled inside, a throbbing, incessant demand that his strokes and ministrations fed, and when he had shoved her over the edge, it had been as if the physical sensation had clawed its way out.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she felt him sit on the mattress behind her. He was a big man, and the mattress was forced to yield to him, just as she had been.

“You’ll feel a little dampness,” he said.

He ran a cool washcloth over her back, across her shoulders. He lifted her hair to wipe her nape. Next, he lightly daubed her heated butt cheeks. She’d never been much for aftercare, preferring her own company and shower, but this felt luxurious.

“Shouldn’t have any marks tomorrow from my belt.”

“Then maybe you should have used it a little harder.” She looked back at him. His eyes were narrowed, and she wondered for a second if she’d gone too far. “I would love to see it in the mirror tomorrow as a reminder.”

“You are adventurous.”

“I think you knew that from the beginning, Sir.”

“Yeah. I did.”

“So are you going to fuck me?” She lifted her wrists as much as the rope would allow. “Or is this goodnight?” she asked, repeating his earlier question.

He wadded the washcloth then threw it, and she saw it land near his discarded shirt. He’d already tossed aside his belt. As she watched, transfixed, he unfastened the metal button at his waist then lowered the zipper on his jeans.

He was already fully erect, and she was surprised that he didn’t wear any underwear. “Commando, Sir?” He didn’t seem the type. She’d expected tighty-whiteys or, at the least, boxers. Perhaps unfairly, but she’d judged him to be a bit staid, too polite. In all her years of playing with various people in the lifestyle, she’d never come across anyone like him.

She had another surprise after he toed off his boots, pulled off his socks and lowered his jeans. His balls were shaved, and he only had a small patch of closely trimmed pubic hair. “You, Sir, are totally hot.” Her rear and the backs of her thighs still felt seared. She was beginning to notice the ache in her nipples again. The clamps hadn’t bothered her while he was playing with her, but now she was beginning to feel real discomfort. If he didn’t give her some attention soon, she’d crawl out of her skin.

He stroked his dick a couple of times.

“You were serious that you want to torment me.”

“Both of us,” he said.

He opened a drawer and removed a condom. He ripped it open and placed it on his cockhead. “Your turn,” he said.

“Sir?”

“Roll it down me.”

“Are you serious, Sir? My hands are tied.”

“Use your mouth.”

“I’ve never done that before.”

“Happy to be your first.”

No doubt she’d underestimated him. He knelt on the bed and took hold of her head, cradling it between his strong palms, offering support, but also giving her no chance to pull away.

She opened her mouth and tentatively closed it around him. Since she was somewhat perplexed about how to actually accomplish his task, her motions were awkward. Still, this felt extraordinarily erotic, and the idea of pleasing him made her giddy. He massaged her scalp as she worked, and he offered no criticism.

“You’re doing well,” he said, as she used her tongue to work the latex past his cockhead.

For a moment, she pressed the tip of her tongue against the spot under his shaft where she knew he would be the most sensitive.

He tightened his grip on her head. Encouraged, she drew her mouth up a bit then went down again, unrolling the condom a little farther.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” he said.

She wished her hands were free, but she gamely continued to try to figure it out, using only gentle pressure from her teeth as she worked the latex into place. Knowing it was driving him mad helped her enjoy it more, and she took extra time on the areas where he involuntarily moved his hips.

She turned her head sideways to lick the underside of his dick as if it were an ice cream cone. His cock thickened and she increased her tempo.

“Enough,” he finally said, the word nearly a growl. He pulled her head away.

She looked up at him.

Her in-control, take-charge Dom had his jaw clenched. His rich green eyes were narrowed, and she was reminded of a shard of jade. She smiled. It hadn’t taken her long to bring him to the brink. “I was just getting the hang of it, Sir.”

“Oh, I want a blow job from you, and no doubt it will be world class, but now is not the time.” He tugged on the chain running between her clamps.

She jerked upright at the sudden burn. “Sir!” It had taken only seconds for him to take control.

“Let’s get you back in position.”

He picked her up and moved her back onto her knees. “Forehead on the mattress.” He made sure she was balanced then checked that the rope wasn’t chafing bare skin.

In this position, her breasts weren’t pressed against the bed, and she was grateful for that small mercy.

“I’ve been fantasising all night about having my hand in your hair as I fuck you from behind.”

The image filled her mind, obliterating all thoughts.

“And I’m going to put a finger up your ass.”

He hadn’t phrased it as a request. She knew she could refuse, but the idea had a wicked appeal to her.

He put the bottle of lube on the sheet then moved behind her.

Simultaneously, he slapped both of her ass cheeks.

The unexpected blow shocked her. She might have toppled over, but he was there, his hands on her waist, steadying her. “Damn, Sir.” The momentary explosion of pain receded, lancing her with arousal.

Because he’d spanked her earlier, the feeling seemed magnified.

“Are you getting ready for me, Sydney?”

“More,” she said.

“More of what?”

She thrust her hips back towards him in silent plea.

Thankfully he didn’t make her beg. “That’s a good little subbie,” he said.

He tapped each cheek then hit her harder and harder still, tanning her hide the way she’d hoped would happen when she’d walked through the Den’s front door earlier this evening.

She surrendered, allowing the blows to rain randomly across her bare cheeks and thighs.

It went on and on, and she started to get lost in her head. Her breaths were no longer shallow. They were longer, farther apart. She felt only pleasure. Nothing existed but the sensual connection of skin on skin.

Before she was ready, he was rubbing her scorched rear.

“Are you with me, Sydney?”

His voice sounded gruff and distant. He placed both his hands on her back, grounding her. “Yes, Sir,” she said obediently.

“Your responses are perfect.”

“No, Sir. It’s you.” She meant his treatment of her was the perfect thing, and she hoped he understood that because her tongue suddenly felt too big for her mouth.

She felt him part her buttocks.

“Lift your butt higher, little sub.”

She manoeuvred, but the position forced her breasts down. His ass-warming had distracted her from the discomfort and now she was hyperaware of it again. After tonight, she might choose never to wear the clamps again. But the way he’d removed them from her earlier had made everything bearable. She’d loved having him suck her nipples.

He played with her pussy, his motions turning her on, making her slicker. The delicious blows had already prepared her pussy for him.

Master Michael placed the tip of his cock against her cunt and began to ease his way inside. She sucked in a breath. He pulled back after the first couple of shallow strokes, driving her mad. “Sir!”

“So wet,” he said. “Patience.”

He might as well have asked the earth to stop spinning. She arched her back, trying to encourage him along, but this confounding man moved at his own pace. She told herself not to be frustrated—after all, he’d made sure their time together was memorable—but damn, she was ready to have his entire cock in her.

“Give up the struggle.”

She twisted her fingers together. Since she had no other choice, she tried to school her mind.

He rocked his pelvis, going deeper with each thrust.

Sydney forced her fingers apart. And when she took his advice, the slow fuck became more enjoyable.

“That’s it,” he said.

She became aware of all the sensations, the way he filled her and his girth stretched her. His work-hewn hands were on her buttocks still, keeping the globes parted. His motions slid her breasts back and forth on the mattress, and the resulting pain seemed to shoot straight to her pussy. On its journey it seemed to transform into pleasure, and she felt an orgasm beginning to form. “Sir, I think I’m going to come.”

“Do,” he told her, his voice wrapping around her. “From here forward, you don’t need permission.”

His earlier denial made his change of heart more empowering. She felt as if she’d been untethered. Clearly this man was more of an expert than she’d realised.

He continued his unhurried pace.

It was enough.

She arched her back more, flattening her breasts, and offering herself to him. He sank in deep, and he moved his grip to her hip bones, holding her in place.

“Come,” he whispered. He pulled back then surged forwards.

She cried out as the orgasm pulsed through her pussy.

“Ride it,” he told her.

She shuddered against him, prolonging the thrill.

“That’s it,” he approved.

Once the shocks had subsided, she heard the sound of something wet, and she suspected he’d squirted out a dollop of lube. Reflexively she squeezed her lower body. Then she felt something wet and cold against her anus.

“Open up.”

She drummed her fingers helplessly on the bed.

“I mean it.”

He reached over and gave a quick tug on the chain of her nipple clamps.

The bastard took advantage of her shift to insert the tip of his finger in her rectum. “It will be better than you’re expecting,” he promised.

She wasn’t anticipating she’d like it at all. In fact, she was certain she wouldn’t.

The man was relentless in his pursuit of what he wanted. He moved his left arm beneath her hip bones to support her weight as he put his cock in her. As he filled her cunt, he moved his finger in and out of her rear.

She felt overfull. Because he was also finger-fucking her ass, she seemed smaller, the fit impossibly tight.

“Imagine what it will be like when you have a fat plug there.”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

He laughed. “I love it when you tell me no, little sub.”

Despite her reservations, she succumbed to him. Her temporary Dom put a finger all the way up her, seating it to the knuckle. She gasped.

He began to fuck her with it, twisting his finger as he pushed in.