PrimeDefender (6 page)

He drew her up the steps. “I’m gonna make
you the center of attention as well as the center of my world.”

Hot. His gaze scalded her as he took her in
his arms and her nipples peaked when he drew her hard against his chest. “Don’t
be shy about submitting to me, baby. You’re the most beautiful woman in the
room.”

“To you, maybe, Master.” But she loved
hearing him say it. For the first time in years she felt she was beautiful, at
least to Matt. That was all that really mattered.

He caught her long, straight hair in one
meaty fist, forcing her to look into his eyes. “If I say you’re beautiful, you
are. Not just to me but to everybody. You know what I want, don’t you?”

She knew. Going to her knees, she braced
her hands on his powerful thighs and took him in her mouth. When she moved on
him, he widened his stance and gave her access to his low-hanging sac. She
loved how his testicles shifted against her hands when she stroked him there,
how his cock twitched in her mouth at her gentle touch.

“Oh yeah. Don’t stop.” He laced his fingers
through her hair, his touch sure, confident. Dominant.

She was no sniveling sub but she loved
showing her respect, her love for her man, even now as he brought home the fact
that he was in charge to her as well as everybody who was watching them.
Flashing lights cast their hues on his buff body, illuminating his smooth,
golden skin as they rocked on each other to the sensuous beat of the music.

The musky scent of his sex filled her
nostrils as she took his cock deeper, sucked him harder. God but she wanted him
inside her, stretching and filling her cunt…fucking her hard and fast.

“Stop, baby.” His calloused fingers chafed
her cheeks as he drew her off him. “I want to fuck you now.”

“Oh yeah. Fuck me, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, Master.” The word still caught on
her tongue every time he made her acknowledge his dominance, but she managed to
spit it out.

He laughed as he helped her to her feet.
“Up on the fucking swing, my reluctant slave. I want all your holes wide open
for me.”

Before the switch, he wouldn’t have dared
ask her to do this, and she’d felt too lousy to demand that he put himself on
the swing for her pleasure. Now she arranged herself at his command within the
flimsy-looking webbing that would support her torso, arms and legs. “How much
weight will this thing hold?” she asked when Matt began securing her for his
pleasure.

He bent and nuzzled her ear before speaking
in a deep, husky tone. “Way more than you, sweetheart. Don’t you remember how
you rigged me up in this, last season?”

“Yeah.” That seemed so long ago, before all
this—before she’d agreed to have this surgery and let Matt become her temporary
Master. The familiar smell of his aftershave surrounded her. It stayed in the
air even after he’d straightened and moved behind her. A metallic click and
then another let her know he was throwing light switches on the wall behind
her.

He’d centered the focus of the strobe
lights on her, blue and red and bright, illuminating yellow. God help her, he’d
put her out on display for anybody who cared to look. She’d never have allowed
this if she were in charge, though she’d often done it to him. Curious eyes
seemed to bore into her from around the room, friends and near-strangers alike,
as though drawn to her nowhere-near-perfect body by the light show.

She held her breath as he came back to her
and adjusted the ropes on the swing until her ass hung level with his jutting
erection. “I think you’re gonna like this, my hot little slave. I know I will.”
His body heat scalded her when he moved closer, bent over her back and molded
his hands around her breasts. “Look around. See how seeing you this way is
making all the guys’ cocks get hard.”

Coach Zanardi had his wife Susan on her
knees, servicing him the way Keisha had just serviced Matt. Jimmy Bronson
jacked his cock while his Julie looked on, and Sid paused in wrapping the
elaborate rope bondage he was applying to his submissive bride. Keisha’s friend
and fellow Domme, Tawny Winters, was on her knees removing Jack’s chastity
device while Jack watched her, his eyes dark with passion.

The women who weren’t otherwise occupied
with their own Masters were drooling over Matt. Keisha was already wet, just
thinking about him taking her in a way she’d never have allowed before she’d
let him take over. The heat of his big hands on her butt cheeks reminded her he
was in complete control over her body. Her mind.

Part of her wanted to rebel, to tear
herself free of the buckles and straps that held her helpless to his sensuous
torture. Another part reveled in his strength, the way he was now controlling
her for his pleasure.

Her pleasure, too. When he bent and nipped
at one ass cheek with his strong, white teeth she imagined how she must look to
others, helpless and forced to remain submissive while he took his time,
kneading and stroking her, his hot breath scalding her with his need, feeding
her own.

“Please, Master.” She hardly recognized her
own voice, her longing for him to top her, prove his dominance by taking her
this way, in full view of everyone in the club, as she’d topped him so many
times. He made her want the pain, the humiliation, the same intense physical
and emotional sense of belonging he’d told her so many times she’d given him.

When he bit her at the junction of her neck
and throat it sent waves of pleasure-pain through her, distracted her from the
feeling of fullness when he pressed the tip of his huge, rigid cock against her
rear hole. “Tell me what you want.”

“You, Master.”

“You’ve gotta be specific. Tell our friends
you want my cock up your ass, baby.”

Her cheeks grew hot, but she lifted her
head and forced herself to make eye contact with Matt’s teammates and their
lovers. It was only fair. Many of them had watched her ass-fuck Matt with a
strap-on, or watched a submissive do it while another club submissive tortured
his locked-up cock and balls. It was her turn now to experience what she’d
forced on him so many times. “I want to feel my Master’s cock where nobody’s
ever gone before. I want him to fuck my ass, hard and fast.”

“That’s my girl.” He nipped her shoulder
again then stood. “Tawny, I need to borrow Jack for a little while.”

Keisha met her friend’s amused gaze,
watched her kiss her husband’s cock, now swollen to full erection since she’d
freed him from his chastity device. “All right, Matt. Jack, you belong to
Matt—for now. Go do whatever he tells you to.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The tall, submissive tight
end kissed his wife’s hand. As he climbed up on stage he grinned at Keisha
before dropping to his knees and looking up questioningly at Matt.

“Get up and fuck my slave’s mouth.” When
Jack obeyed Matt’s terse command, Keisha gulped. She managed to stifle a
protest when Matt adjusted the position of her upper body and positioned the
head of Jack’s cock against her lips.

“Open up,” Matt ordered.

When she did, Jack slid his cock down her
throat and Matt moved behind her once more. He bent and tongued her clit then
inserted a vibrator in her cunt—the vibrator for which he’d casually tossed a
remote control out to the crowd. Keisha, from the corner of her eye, saw Coach
Zanardi catch it.

“Drive her crazy, Coach.” The vibrator sent
shards of longing through her body when it started rotating in her cunt on
Matt’s command.

Matt rimmed her ass with his tongue before
straightening. When he did, he moved where she could see his reflection in the
mirrored dungeon wall. “I want you to watch.”

His beautiful cock leaked creamy
lubrication she’d love to taste if her mouth weren’t otherwise occupied. He
rolled on a condom then smeared slippery lubricant over it. “I’ve been wanting
to fuck your ass ever since I first saw you in contracts class,” he said, his
dark eyes glittering as he used his fingers to pack more lube beyond her anal
sphincter. “Relax.”

How could she while Jack fucked her mouth
and the vibrator in her cunt rotated and buzzed slow then fast, driving her
insane? She felt Matt’s cock pressing against her anus, easy at first then more
insistently until her sphincter relaxed and his cock slid past it. He was too
big. It hurt. But it soon began to feel good, too.

Full. She’d never felt so full or so taken.
Matt moved in her ass, slowly and possessively, while the vibrator’s motion
made her cunt clench. Jack fucked her mouth with quiet intensity. When Matt
cupped her breasts in his big hands and caressed them, the heat of it all had
her struggling for breath.

“Come now, baby, I know you want to.” Matt
tightened his grip on her and pounded into her as the vibrator kicked up and
Jack came faster than she could swallow.

Her belly clenched and contractions spread
through her body. When Jack withdrew and cupped her head in his calloused hands
she moaned with pleasure as waves of her climax coursed through her.

* * * * *

In their bed late that night, Matt held
Keisha. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

She snuggled against his chest, her soft
breathing tickling him. “I’m fine. What about you?”

“I’m okay. I’m afraid I’m not cut out to be
a Dom, though. As bad as I’ve always wanted to fuck your pretty ass, I worried
the whole time that I might hurt you. Thinking about how you probably felt
about being displayed on that swing in front of everybody made me feel guilty,
too. You sure you’re all right?”

Keisha laughed. “I’m okay. You’re right, I’m
not comfortable with giving up control so visibly. It’s easier here at home,
where it’s just the two of us instead of a roomful of voyeurs.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“Oh yeah, I liked it. I came, didn’t I?”
She raised her head and licked his nipple. “I’m pretty sure getting ass-fucked
isn’t gonna be my favorite pastime once I’m back in charge, though. Are you
tellin’ me you’re looking forward to that day as much as I am?”

“Yeah.” He sometimes missed the weight of
his Mistress’ lock on his dick, a constant reminder that she’d be the one to
decide if, when and how often she’d set him free. At night he often dreamed
about the vows he’d made nearly six years ago. And when he topped Keisha, he
always recalled the joy of completely submitting to the will of the woman he
loved, the freedom from worry that he’d lose it and damage her. “I’d like for
us to renew our vows when it’s time.”

She reached up and stroked his cheek. “Same
rules?”

“Well, maybe I’d like to change a few.”
Catching her hand, he brought it to his lips. “Not about the submitting part. I
still need that, but I’ve pretty much gotten over the need for a lot of
physical punishment.” The floggings had been his idea, not hers, and now that
he was thirty-two, Matt had finally accepted in his mind that he wasn’t a loose
cannon, as his dad had been, even though physically he was a dead ringer for
the man who’d caused his mother’s death.

“I don’t mind that. I’m glad you’ll be
willing to forgo the floggings. Remember, I fought against promising to put
welts on your hot, hot body back then, too.” Sliding her hand down his body,
Keisha found his dick and stroked it. It felt good. A hell of a lot better than
the sting of a flogger on his cock and balls.

“Keep that up, sweetheart. I love it when
you touch me.”

She laughed. “It’s been a long time since I
locked up this naughty boy. Would you like to keep him this way? After all this
time, I think I can trust you not to chase other women if you say you won’t.”

Matt planted a hand on Keisha’s butt and
pulled her hard against his torso. “Why would I want to chase women when I
belong to the best one of them all? I’m your devoted slave, remember?”

“Even now while you’re my Master?”

“Even now.” Turning on his side, he ran his
hand up the silky length of her back.

When she wrapped one leg around his torso,
his dick slid between her moist, warm thighs. She looked into his eyes. “God
baby, I love you. I don’t even mind being your slave, and that’s something I
promised myself when I was twenty that I’d never do—never hand over control of
my body to any man. I’m game to renegotiate our contract before we make another
power switch.” When she raised her lips, he claimed them with a hard, hungry
kiss.

“May I—”

“Don’t ask, just fuck me.” She closed her
arms around him then whispered in his ear. “Please, Master.”

Flexing his hips, he entered her in one
long, deep thrust. “You like this, do you?”

“Oh yeah. I love having your cock inside
me.”

He liked being inside her, too. Not just
the physical sensation but also the sense of closeness, of belonging—of their
commitment to each other no matter who was holding the reins. “My cock loves
being inside you, too. Roll on your back and let me fuck you hard.”

When she did he followed, propping his
upper body on his hands so as not to squash her. Damn, she felt good,
especially when her legs came around his waist and held him as though she’d
never let him go.

As she did so often now, Keisha framed his
face between her hands and looked into his eyes as he moved on her slow and
easy as though time had no meaning.