The McGilley Trilogy (27 page)

“Colin, why…”

“It’s Master, or Sir, unless you want another spanking.” The sight of her small nipples puckered into hard points and her bare folds swollen with arousal had been responsible for him stripping with the intention of joining her, but when she turned her back to him, it was the sight of those pink cheeks that decided the next step for him.

“Master, why are you angry?” Olivia stepped back further as he joined her, sealing them in a warm cocoon of heated steam and escalating lust as he shut the glass door.

Ignoring her question because he didn’t have an answer for her let alone himself, he backed her against the wall and braced his arms behind her. Looking down into her confused, aroused face, he called himself every kind of fool. “What am I going to do with you?” he murmured as he feathered kisses over her brow and down her face, studiously avoiding her mouth.

“Fuck me?” Olivia leaned into him, felt the impact of a man’s naked body against hers again, relishing the arousing sensations contact with all that hard male flesh wrought, soaking up the pleasure as thirstily as a nomad drank in the sight of a watery oasis after wandering the arid desert.

Colin grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, taking her hands and bracing them against the tiled wall then pulling her hips back. Leaning over her, he kissed her arched neck asking, “You want me to fuck you, sub?” He cupped her breasts in his palms, kneaded the warm, damp mounds before rolling her turgid nipples until they were standing upright in red, pointed peaks.

“More than anything, Sir, please,” she whispered on a plea as one hand coasted down her waist until he was cupping her mound, his middle finger slipping easily between her slick folds.

“Here?” he asked as he slowly explored her vagina, his finger soaking up the warm, wet feel of her soft sheath, barely rasping over the hardened bud of her clit before adding a second finger.

“Yes, there, anywhere, I don’t care, just please stop tormenting me.” She shook as he nestled his cock between her buttocks then arched against his hand as he finger fucked her now with three fingers, thrusting in and out of her pussy with hard, deep plunges as the warm water continued to cascade down around them in a misting spray.

“Anywhere?” Pulling his fingers from the clutching walls of her pussy, he spread her buttocks with his other hand. “Here?” he asked as he pushed all three digits past her tight sphincter and spread her own juices in her rectum.

Her keening cry echoed in the confined space as he drove her up on her toes with the deep, rhythmic thrusts of his fingers. Her pussy swelled further with each deep stroke into her rectum, creamed more each time he caressed long forgotten and neglected nerve endings until she found herself on the brink of climax, a climax too long denied.

“Oh, God, I can’t wait, I can’t…Master, please.”

Pulling out of her ass, he gripped her hair and kissed her neck before taking a nip of the soft skin. “You will wait though, won’t you, sub?”

His soft, steely laced voice reverberated through her, making her shudder with longing for more than an orgasm. “Yes, Master.”

Taking her right hand off the wall, he placed it over her pussy. “Here, amuse yourself for a minute, but don’t come.”

Colin kept one eye on her as he opened the shower door and grabbed a tube of lubricant from a drawer. Her fingers barely touched her pussy, the soft caresses as light as she could possibly make them, which made him smile. Being inside Olivia’s pussy again was what he craved most, so maybe if he fucked her ass, they could both find enough satisfaction to appease them. At least that was what he was banking on, he thought as he coated his fingers liberally before slowly returning them to the tight, dark depths of her rectum.

Olivia quickly returned her hand to the wall to brace herself against his onslaught and to remove the temptation of setting to flame the burning embers of her own orgasm. The feel of his cock prodding her ass had her bending over more, spreading her legs further as she tried to relax enough to take him. She had loved the feel of his fingers bringing her dormant nerve endings back to life, loved the way she could feel them through the thin wall of tissue separating them from her pussy and loved the way her pussy spasmed in reciprocation, dampened in preparation for him even though he would be filling her ass instead.

She cried out in pleasurable discomfort as he slid home, stretching her tight hole to the point of pain, filling her until she clutched him in pleasure. Colin shuddered as he embedded himself inside her again, her breasts bouncing as he withdrew and pushed back in without pause.

“Tell me you’re with me, Livie.”

Olivia simply nodded, her concentration solely on the pleasure spiraling through her as she basked in the ecstasy of being taken again, of feeling a hard cock filling her again. Even though she would have preferred the more intimate experience of him fucking her pussy, she would take what she could get from him for now.

He withdrew again but gave her no respite as he filled her with a repeated stroke while simultaneously thrusting a finger into her pussy, easing his mind with proof of her acceptance and pleasure. The tight clamp of her soaking walls around his finger was all the proof he needed and withdrawing from her clutches, he reached above him and brought down the handheld shower attachment, turned the nozzle to a hard, pulsating spray and increased his thrusts as he spread her pussy lips and strategically took aim.

“Come for me, come now, Livie,” he ordered her as rational thought ceded the fight to sensation and desire.

It was more than she could bear, definitely more than she could deny as his jackhammer thrusts into her rectum jarred her body and filled her with burning, helpless ecstasy. The warm water beating a steady pulse on her clit released endless, unstoppable, overwhelming pleasure, making her empty womb clench over and over as her mind fractured with the pleasure. She barely felt his other arm circle her hips to hold her tightly against him, making it impossible to move as he thrust repeatedly inside her, his balls slapping her thighs as his hips pounded against her ass over and over.

Colin felt her pussy convulse through the thin membrane separating them and that was the final straw to seeking his own pleasure. His cock erupted in fiery pleasure, pleasure that ripped from his balls and consumed him from head to toe. Even though the last time he had fucked Olivia, he had been in her pussy, the pleasure was just as intense now as he remembered it being then, and by the time his climax was reduced to small ripples of pleasure, he knew it didn’t matter which orifice he fucked, just the fact that it was this particular woman seemed to be enough for him.

She awoke the next morning spooned against Colin’s naked body, his hard chest with the light sprinkling of chest hair against her back, her buttocks cradled against his hips, his cock nestled snugly between them and his muscled arm wrapped around her waist holding her tightly.
She had missed this,
Olivia thought drowsily
, missed being held, missed the slow awakening of her arousal as a large, masculine hand casually explored her body as Colin’s was starting to do
. Her anus still throbbed from the feel of his hard cock thrusting into her last night, the slight discomfort a gentle, welcome reminder of his possession. She had missed that also, that morning after, telltale sign of her Master’s possession of her body the night before.

Olivia moaned as his hand cupped her breast, his fingers plucking the nipple until it ached, an ache that spread down to her pussy. Pushing her hips back, she welcomed the prodding of his penis against her anus and shivered with the renewal of longing the light stroke aroused.

“Sore?” Colin asked, his lips caressing her ear as he moved his palm down her waist in a slow glide until he was cupping her pussy.

“Just a little, not bad.” Olivia was grateful for the generous amount of lube he had thought to use last night, which she was sure was the reason she wasn’t unbearably sore this morning.

“Good,” Colin rasped as he flipped her over and took her mouth in a deep, wet kiss, his lips and tongue learning the taste and feel of her lips and mouth again. He might be able to hold off giving in and sinking into her pussy for a little longer, he thought, but there was no way he could put off taking that mouth again for another minute. Her tongue met his stroke for stroke as her lips clung eagerly to his, her mouth as open and welcoming as he knew her pussy would be if he cared to go there this morning. But he knew if he did, there was no way he’d get done everything he needed to do today before re-opening Casey’s tonight, knew he would obsess about taking that irrevocable step, both physically and mentally, to the exclusion of everything else, something he couldn’t afford to do right now.

Keeping his mouth on hers, he grabbed her right leg and raised it up before reluctantly releasing her mouth and raising above her enough to attach her ankle to the restraint on his headboard.

Olivia welcomed the feel of the softly padded strap around her ankle even as she cringed when he lifted her other leg, securing it up and above her in the same manner, leaving her completely exposed. The carnal, achingly vulnerable position caused a gush of moisture to seep from her spread pussy and her nipples to harden even tighter.

Shifting back on his knees, Colin grinned wickedly at her mingled look of arousal and discomfort. “That’s how I like my subs,” he murmured as he ran his hands down her shoulders, over her breasts then around her waist to cup her buttocks and lift her hips. “Open, exposed and available for my use.” Shoving a pillow under her hips, he moved up the back of her thighs, kneading the taut muscles until he felt her relax. “There, that’s what I want. Relax, Livie, trust me.”

“I do, Master Colin, of course I do.” With more than her body she was just now realizing as she was finally able to admit to herself that this man had her heart, had probably had a piece of it for years but now was on the verge of mastering that part of her anatomy completely along with the rest of her body. With that admission came the guilt, that sense that she was betraying Doug, his love and his memory, but this time the guilt was tempered by knowing Doug had trusted Colin with his life, and with her body and would approve.

Colin grinned at her, ruthlessly ignoring the taunting voice that repeatedly told him he was a fool for allowing her to trust him unconditionally without revealing to her the truth about why he wasn’t at work the day Doug was killed, why he hadn’t been there to cover his back. “Good.” Grabbing her hands, he placed them on her breasts then reached over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. “Because I find I’m greedy for another taste of that tight ass of yours.”

Olivia eyes darkened with pleasure as she watched him bring three slick fingers towards her blatantly exposed hole, her arousal spiking as she pulled at her nipples while he slowly inserted them into her rectum. He slowly, methodically stretched and greased her tight channel again until her look of discomfort changed to one of arousal and need and her orifice loosened enough to take him again without hurting her.

Olivia arched into his hand, even though her hips were elevated, and basked in the pleasure of once again experiencing the excitement and pleasure to be had from having those sensitive nerve endings coaxed to life. Watching him coat his cock with lube, smearing his pre-come down along his shaft, had her holding her breath in anticipation, and when he pulled his fingers from her, shifted on his knees and moved forward until he was probing her with his softly rounded head, she whimpered in acceptance, groaning as he slid deep inside her in one smooth stroke.

“I fucking hope you’re with me, Livie, because this is going to be quick.” Grabbing her right hand off her breast, he placed it over her pussy, guiding her middle finger right to her exposed, hardened clit. “Do it,” he instructed harshly, cursing himself for being so weak he couldn’t take this slow. Cupping her ass in both hands, he lifted her hips to meet the deep plunge of his cock, holding her hips still as he started to piston in and out of her.

Watching him lose control was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen, Olivia thought as his total control of her lower body added to her already off the charts arousal. Looking down at herself, she saw clearly her exposed pussy, the pink, damp walls of her vagina, the protruding swollen bud of her clit which was hardening even further as she rubbed her finger over and over it while watching him fuck her ass, his face tight with need. Biting her lip, she felt the small tremors of her impending climax begin, whimpered with the aching need to let go, then stiffened in shocked surprise when her orgasm simply burst upon her, making her scream as the pleasure filled her from head to toe in a tidal wave of consuming ecstasy. Her anus tightened around his plummeting cock as her pussy convulsed around her fingers until her whole crotch was enveloped in one continuous spasmodic release.

For Colin, watching and feeling her climax so quickly and unexpectedly left him with no choice but to join her, his balls already drawn taut with his release. The feel of her closing around him, clutching at him in an attempt to keep him lodged inside her, was more than he could resist, and with a shout, he erupted in pleasure so intense he knew he was fucking doomed to walk away from this relationship unscathed.

It was almost noon when Olivia awoke again, this time to an empty bed and the smell of coffee and bacon. Her rumbling stomach added to the discomfort of the dull throb of a headache, results of her overindulgence last night. Groaning, she rolled out of bed as she cursed herself for that weak lapse into self-pity.
However,
she thought
ruefully as she slipped into the shower for a quick, revitalizing wash
, she couldn’t regret the nerve it gave her to come to Colin last night nor the mind easing sex that followed
. Her body was deliciously sore and she knew that soreness would be a welcome reminder of his possession of her, his mastery of her body and now, her heart.

Turning off the water, she acknowledged that she found no pleasure in admitting her feelings to herself because she knew they weren’t reciprocated. Honor and a promise had kept Colin in her life, and, if she wanted to continue to take advantage of those qualities in him that she admired so much, they would keep him in her life. But that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted him to want to be with her, either as her Master or her friend, and she simply didn’t know, at this point, what he wanted. There were times she thought she could glimpse that look of something more that he was feeling in his eyes or on his face, a look she had seen before Doug’s death and had no trouble ignoring. Now, it was almost impossible to not only ignore it, but to keep from yearning for it now that it seems to have been replaced with a look of indifference.