The Master's Choice (4 page)

“Are you ready for me, little one?” he asked, hearing the need in his own voice. He put his mouth to her ear, hoping his wouldn’t be picked up by the security system. “Are you ready for me to fuck your pussy until you can’t move? Until you can’t think?”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped as his finger circled her folds before slipping into her pussy.

He continued to stroke her, watching for her reactions. Her eyes half-closed as her breathing hitched. His thumb flicked her clit and a shudder swept through her body. A small whimper escaped her throat. Knowing she was on edge, he removed his hand and squeezed her breast.

“Excellent. Get your cloak and follow me.”

He grabbed her waist and set her on her feet. She stumbled slightly as she went to the row of hooks near the door. She took the only cloak hanging and swirled it around her shoulders. He opened the door and left the room.

Chapter Three

Ally pulled the hood up to cover her head as she followed him up the stairs. She had no idea who he was. He must be someone important if Master Liam escorted him to the selection room. So, for him to pick her, knowing she was new to the scene, scared the daylights out of her. If she disappointed him in anyway and he complained to Master Liam, few others would choose her. Hands clasped tightly before her, she kept her eyes on the floor.

And plowed right into his broad back when she didn’t see him stop.

“Sorry, sir,” she gasped, unable to believe she’d screwed up already.

Then she compounded her mistake by looking up into his eyes as he turned around to face her. He would never be on magazine covers but there was something about his face that appealed to her. The wrinkles around his eyes told her he was probably in his late thirties or early forties. His skin was dark from sun exposure and the fingers that had held her chin were callused from work. He carried himself like a military man—just like her grandfather and uncle.

Suddenly, she realized who he was. She’d heard whispers of a Club member, a bastard scion of a society family, who’d joined the military as soon as he’d turned eighteen. He’d been in Desert Storm and, after 9/11, he’d headed to Afghanistan. At least, those were the rumors. She didn’t think anyone dared ask about him.

“One spanking,” he murmured, his hand coming up and touching her collar. “Should I make it two?” She dropped her eyes and he grunted. “I gave newbies fresh out of basic a chance. I can do the same with you.”

As he punched his code into the panel near the door, Ally felt relief sweep through her body. Now, if she could pay attention, she might just make it through the next twenty-four hours with her ass intact. His fingers wrapped around her upper arm and propelled her into the room ahead of him.

Startled, she whirled about to face him. Striding toward her as the door slid closed behind him, he pulled the cloak from her shoulders before removing the barrette that held her long hair back at her nape.

“Kneel, Ally.”

Knowing what was coming, she obeyed but did not sit back on her heels. His hands were on his belt.

“May I, sir?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he replied, moving his hands away.

She quickly worked the buckle, moving the ends back a loop before releasing the button and easing the zipper down. He shoved his slacks and briefs down. She inhaled. His cock was semi-erect, but she could tell that it would be larger than most she’d been exposed to over the past month.

“May I touch you, sir?”

“Yes.”

Wrapping her fingers at the root, she stroked his shaft, loving the velvety smoothness. His fingers weaved through her hair as her touch brought him fully erect. She was doing this. She was arousing a man. The success gave her more confidence, especially at his next words.

“Open your mouth.”

She heard the hoarseness as his lust grew.

Obediently, she parted her lips and tilted her head back. His length pressed past her teeth and over her tongue. When she flicked her tongue over the slit, he groaned. His grip on her head tightened. That quickly he took total control.

He stroked his cock in and out, going so deep she would have gagged if he’d stayed there long. She had let her hands fall to her sides when he’d ordered her to open her mouth. Now, she lightly ran her palms up the backs of his muscular thighs and gripped his taut buttocks.

“Come on,” he muttered.

Puzzled, she peeked up at his face. His eyes were closed and it almost looked like he was in pain. Not sure what to do, she began to lower her hands from his ass. With a moan, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet.

“Look at me, Ally,” he told her, fingers flying down his shirt to push the buttons free. “Unless I say otherwise, you are to watch my face. Learn my expressions. Watch and pay attention.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, surprised at such an unorthodox command.

He toed his shoes off as he let the shirt drop to the floor. In seconds, he was naked. Reaching forward, he tugged on the ribbon that held her toga up. It pooled around her feet. She couldn’t control the tremors that swept through her as she maintained eye contact with him. The way he looked at her made her think he wanted to devour her from head to toe.

“Turn around,” he whispered, gesturing his hand in a circle. “Let me see you.”

Obeying, she went fully around, wondering if the rasp in his voice meant that he was trying to control himself. Could he really want her that much? She’d read romance novels and had dreamt of a man so eager and desperate for her that he would…

Wrapping his long fingers around her arm, he practically dragged her to the bed. He stopped and her momentum whipped her around to face him.

With an arm around her waist, he held her to his chest and gazed down at her for a long moment. With his other hand in her hair, Ally could do nothing but stare at him. As the hand at her back moved, his mouth came down on hers.

She moaned, pressing her body against his, wanting more of his touch than she could believe. His hand went between her thighs. With no preliminary exploration, his fingers thrust inside her pussy. She whimpered in need.

Almost immediately, he ended the kiss, his eyes narrowed. He threw her on the bed and followed her so quickly that she was still trying to figure out what had happened when his heavy body loomed over her. His hands pulled her thighs apart, making room for his narrow hips, and he thrust his cock inside her pussy.

She gasped as he pushed her knees to her shoulders. He stretched her. He filled her. And he fucked her as if his life depended on it.

This was what she’d been looking for. A man taking control of her, making her take his cock, doing what he wanted to her. It was like nothing she’d experienced before.

The pounding of his hips became faster, deeper, and harder. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the heat that filled her core. This man had chosen her from the more experienced submissives. He’d wanted her. He was using her and was relishing the use of her pussy. Friction built up. Heat rose up in her. She felt as if a coil of electricity was winding tighter in her belly, eager to be released. She barely remembered her training.

“Sir?”

His eyes met hers and must have recognized her need.

“No, not yet,” he grunted.

Denied an orgasm, Ally fought for control. He had said “no.” She’d never been denied before and now she struggled not to throw her head back and scream in pleasure.
He chose me,
she chanted silently. She would obey him completely. She would please him and then, maybe, he would let her come before the twenty-four hours were up.

Her training came back to her—focus on the Dom. He’d said she could look at him, and she drank in her fill of a man, finally, enjoying sex with her. His arms were roped muscles on either side of her head. His lean, toned body glistened with sweat and his breathing was fast and shallow. Nearly as fast as the thrusts of his cock into her pussy.

“Squeeze my cock,” his hoarse voice told her. “Squeeze hard. Now.”

Holding her breath, she tightened her pussy around his cock. Suddenly, she wanted him inside her as far and deep as he could go. And she didn’t want him to leave.

“Master, use me,” she whispered, not sure if he could hear her over his grunts.

“Yes!” he groaned in triumph.

He thrust one last time and released inside her, his hips pressed tightly against her core. His heavy body collapsed and she sighed under his weight. Wrapping her arms and legs around his torso, she hummed softly. He had found satisfaction in her body.

For a long moment, the only sound was his heavy breathing.

“Should I spank you for not paying attention earlier or reward you for not coming?” he murmured.

Ally flushed, both embarrassed at her mistake and proud from his praise. He raised himself slightly, bracing his weight on an elbow near her ear.

“I think…both,” he decided, a finger tracing her collarbone. “I can’t have you making mistakes.”

“No, sir,” she whispered, hoping he’d go easy on her since she had obeyed him.

His fingers plucked at her nipples, teasing them until they were pebbled and erect. His low chuckle surprised her.

“Perhaps I can punish and reward you at the same time.”

She frowned and dared to look swiftly at his mouth without meeting his eyes. His lips were curved slightly. His fingers pinched her nipple and she inhaled sharply. He pinched the other and nodded.

“Yes, I think I can,” he murmured, lifting his hips from her and pulling his cock from her pussy.

He left the bed and went to the chest of drawers near the door. Knowing better than to move until he told her to, Ally twisted her head to watch his movement across the room. He turned. Seeing the objects he had selected, she understood what he intended.

His large hands held a flogger, nipple clamps, a small tube, and a condom packet. Returning to the bed, he bent over her chest and suckled her breasts. Moaning and arching into his mouth, she struggled to remain still. When he lifted his head, she watched his expressions—intent, serious, and confident. A thrill rippled through her. Her master knew what she needed. He was watching her, playing her, just as Mistress Alice, the submissive’s trainer, had told her a good dominant would. Ally felt part of her mind relax as she went into a deeper bond of trust with him.

The nipple clamps went on her now turgid tips and he tightened them until she cried out at the pressure. She took a deep breath as her body adjusted and felt the heat grow in her belly. Her hips arched slightly off the bed.

“Master,” she whispered, hearing the hunger in her own voice.

“All fours, head near the pillows,” he ordered tersely.

She scrambled to obey, keeping her eyes focused on the muted brown pattern of the bedspread. She felt his eyes on her body and attempted to prevent the shiver that ran through her limbs. His hand smoothed over her back, sweeping her hair aside so it hung over her left shoulder.

“Knees farther apart.”

She opened her thighs up several more inches. The first strike of the leather strip was light on the backs of her thighs. She closed her eyes, knowing he was testing himself as much as her.

“Four more,” he said quietly. “Then I’ll fuck your ass.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied softly. “Thank you, sir.”

The leather struck higher, just below her pussy. She gasped at the pain that lanced through her. The next fell even harder at the curve of her ass. She couldn’t bite back the sob that left her throat. The third and fourth were progressively harder and landed in the same area as the second. Her ass was throbbing and she reveled in the fire that filled her womb. Ever since Master Liam had administered her first spanking, she’d realized that she would do almost anything to get one. The heat on her ass never failed to push the fire in her pussy to new heights.

“Damn,” he muttered, his hands stroking her fiery ass. “You’ve a beautiful ass, Ally.” He leaned over her, the heat of his body adding to the fire inside her. “My cock is hard from how well you took your spanking. Which means I’ve got to fuck you again.”

She heard him he rip open the condom packet and knew that when he rolled it over his dick he would fuck her again. In the ass.

The bed dipped as he climbed on and then everything went still for a moment. She squealed slightly as a generous amount of cold lube hit her anus. Ally closed her eyes, her fingers curling around the bedspread as his fingers began pressing into her tight rosette.

She’d never had anal sex before coming to the Club, never even considered it. During training, she’d had butt plugs in increasingly longer and wider sizes. But no one had ever taken her in the ass. She trusted Master JW, she reminded herself. He was taking care of her. He was paying attention to her responses and being careful with her. She wriggled her ass at him.

He caught her hips and held her still.

“Do not come,” he told her gruffly.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered as she felt the latex-covered tip of his dick slide between her ass cheeks.

He pushed in, quickly pushing past the tight resistance offered by her sphincter muscles and thrusting deep. She moaned at the fiery invasion. He felt bigger than the training plugs, but, thankfully, not as hard. Oh, God, she felt full!

“All right?”

She smiled to herself, hearing the concern for her in his voice. Yet there was also need. A need to fuck her where no one else had. Did he know that?

“Ally?”

“Oh, yes, sir! I’m all right, sir.”

His hands gripped her hips as he pounded in and out of her. Gasping, Ally opened her eyes and looked down between her legs.

His thighs filled the gap between hers and she marveled at the differences. Hers were hairless and lightly muscled from the physical conditioning the Club required of submissives and slaves. His were cords of strength with rough dark hair sprinkled near his hips and more near his knees.

One of his hands snaked around and played with her clit. She caught her breath and threw her head back, unable to believe how hungry for an orgasm she was. How much more did he expect her to take? He thrust in until his hips ground against her cheeks and she whimpered in need.