by Opal Carew
Unable to stop himself, his hand drifted to her shoulder, then downward. He cupped her breast and stroked. Her nipple hardened to a tight bead and he squeezed it between his fingertips. She rested her head on his knee, sighing. She started to run her hand up his thigh, approaching his swollen cock, but he grabbed her wrist and drew it away.
“Do you want to be punished again?” he asked.
“No, Sir.” She lowered her hand.
But it was too late. The feel of her soft hand gliding along his thigh had left his cock aching with need.
He wrapped his hand around her arm and turned her toward him until she was kneeling in front of him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Her gaze fell to his stiff flesh and she licked her lips.
“Suck it. Make me come.”
“Yes, Sir.” She reached for him and he suppressed a groan as her delicate fingers wrapped around him. She stroked him a couple of times, then leaned forward.
At the first contact of her lips against him, he sucked in a breath. Then she swallowed his cockhead and he was immersed in her warmth. Impatient, he wrapped his hand around her head and drew her forward, filling her with his long, hard cock until she gagged. He released her, letting her draw back, but then she took him deep again.
She glided forward and back on him, watching him as she did it. Her delicate fingers cupped his tight balls and she stroked them, driving him wild. It didn’t take long before he was straining to hold himself back, wanting to drive his cock deep into her throat.
She tightened her lips around his cockhead and sucked him. He groaned at the exquisite sensation.
“Fuck, make me come.”
She glided down his shaft, her lips squeezing him as she went. Then she bobbed up and down in earnest, filling her mouth with him. He pivoted his hips, now fucking her mouth. Heat built inside him and he moaned, then electric sensations quivered through him and.
“Fuck, now. I’m going to come, baby.”
He stroked her hair from her face and watched her as the heat blasted through him and he erupted into her warm mouth. He shuddered at the sweet release.
She drew back, then glided off his spent cock, still cradling it in her hand. She stroked him, her eyes turning longingly to his.
“Mason, please. I want you to make love to me.”
At his hard gaze, she added, “Sir.”
“There are two problems with that. One, after coming twice this morning, I’m not really in any shape to do that. Two, I’m the one who calls the shots.”
He stood up and pulled her to her feet, then guided her back to the Dark Room.
“You’re punishing me for making a request?” she asked.
He led her to the large bureau against the side wall. “It’s not a punishment really.” He opened one of the small, upper drawers and pulled out a pair of jeweled nipple clamps. “Think of it more as a reminder to keep you in your place.”
He drew the ring down the slender metal neck, loosening the clamp, then he placed it on her nipple. She watched, wide-eyed, as he slid the ring toward the nipple, closing the arms and pressing the rubber tips tighter around her nub.
“Ow.”
“Does it hurt or are you just complaining?”
At his half-smile, she pursed her lips, hiding her own smile. “Okay, it doesn’t really hurt, but it is uncomfortable.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
She frowned, clearly having expected him to loosen it. But it was barely pressing on her, and it took time to get used to wearing clamps.
He pressed the second clamp to her other nipple and tightened it the same amount. A chain draped from one clamp to the other and he tugged on it a little.
“Oh.”
“As I said, it will help you remember your place.”
He tugged again, and this time she stifled her whimper.
“Now it’s time for a swim.”
“A swim? Where?”
He had to stop himself from laughing. At the look on her face, she must be worried he’d drag her from the apartment totally naked.
“Not too far.” He led her from the Dark Room through the penthouse. Then he opened the door to his large, private terrace with a glassed-in pool.
He stripped off his clothes and dove into the water. When he surfaced, he saw her sitting at the edge of the pool.
“Should I take these off?” she asked, gesturing to the nipple rings and the leather collar around her neck.
He pursed his lips. “No, I think you should sit there, just like that.”
* * *
Dana watched Mason treading water in the pool and longed to slip into the water with him, hoping he would push her against the side and take her, driving her to dizzying heights of pleasure.
This morning had been confusing and frustrating. And surprisingly exciting. Having Mason control her like this … deny her what she wanted while taking from her what he wanted … was oddly stimulating.
The collar around her neck made her feel safe and loved. She didn’t know why. The nipple clamps, on the other hand, were uncomfortable. At least, they were at first. Now she was used to them. But they were unfamiliar and she wanted to take them off.
Mason swam toward her and stood in the pool waist deep. He ran his hands over her calves, which were dangling in the water. Then he glided up her thigh. He pressed her legs apart and stared at her intimate folds.
She could feel heat wash through her at his scrutiny. He pressed her feet flat against the wall of the pool and dragged her closer to the edge, until she was practically hanging over it, her legs wide open to him. He leaned forward and licked her.
“Oh.” Intense pleasure swamped her senses.
But his mouth moved away from her. He smiled, then swam away. She started to slide her ass back.
“No, stay exactly where you are.”
She stopped and sat in this awkward position, her feet under the water flat on the concrete wall of the pool, steadying her.
A moment later, he swam toward her again, then she felt his mouth on her. This time he glided his tongue the length of her slit, pummeling her with pleasure.
“Oh, Mason, I…” But she caught herself before she made the same mistake.
His mouth moved away and his gaze locked on hers.
“I mean, thank you, Sir.”
He laughed, then pressed his face to her folds again and covered her flesh with his hot mouth. His tongue worked at her, sending a heated frenzy through her. He teased her clit and she moaned, feeling the pleasure cascade through her. His fingers glided inside her and he stroked her passage. The heat built within her and she could feel an orgasm building.
She arched against him and he drove his fingers deep, while he tongued her clit.
Oh, she could feel it approaching, that delicious promise of release.
She arched again but as the sweetness of the pleasure cocooned her, he grabbed her waist and pulled her into the water. Her feet hit the bottom and she stood waist deep, the cool water surrounding her heated, intimate flesh.
He shoved her against the side of the pool and his big cock drove into her, pinning her to the concrete.
His arms tightened around her, pulling her close to his hard, wet body, but only from the waist down, careful not to crush her clamped nipples against him.
He pulled back and plunged his cock deep into her again. After his intimate attention, her body was eager and ready. He thrust a few more times, then pressed his lips to her ear.
“Are you close?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now show me how willing and able you are to do what I tell you. I’m going to keep fucking you, but you are not to come.”
She couldn’t help groaning.
He thrust into her again, his big, hard cock stretching her. He picked up speed, hammering into her, his cock sending wild, tingling sensations through her with each stroke. It was pure torture feeling the pleasure build in her and fighting it back. B
ut she was determined to survive this. To hold off the orgasm she so desperately wanted. Because she wanted Mason more. And to have him, she had to prove that she could meet his needs. That she could follow whatever command he gave her.
He pounded into her and she whimpered at the joyful sensations building in her. He tugged on the chain dangling from her breasts, and she yipped at the pinch of the clamps.
Then he thrust forward, grinding his pelvis against hers.
At the flood of heat inside her, she had to fight back the rising orgasm with every cell of her being. Just barely stopping short before flying over the edge.
He groaned and she held her breath, squeezing him between her legs, desperately fighting the onslaught of pleasure.Finally, he drew back and his cock slipped from between her legs. She moaned in disappointment.
He tipped up her chin and smiled at her.
“Good girl.” Then he kissed her, his lips moving gently on hers in a sweet, loving kiss.
Then it was over.
“Now go make me some lunch.”
* * *
After lunch, Mason went to his exercise room to work out, then returned, showered and smelling wonderful. For the rest of the afternoon, he read, with her on the leather couch beside him, his hands casually stroking her. Sometimes just a glide over her hip, or arm. Sometimes, slipping between her legs and teasing her to distraction. He spent hours doing that and by the time evening rolled around, she was desperate to be fucked.
“Sir, may I ask you a question?”
He glanced up from his book. “All right.”
“When are you going to fuck me?”
He smiled. “Not today.”
“Oh.” Disappointment lurched through her.
He laughed then slipped down to his knees. He released one of the nipple clamps and she tensed at the sharp sensation that burst through her tender nub, but he immediately covered it with his mouth. The intensity of the pleasure as he suckled caused her to gasp. He licked and sucked until she was filled with an agony of pleasure.
Then he kissed down her belly to her mound. When his tongue found her clit and he teased it, she leaned back on the couch, ready for the release she had been yearning for.
But after a few sweeps of his tongue, he leaned back and replaced the clamp on her nipple, then stood up.
“Let’s go get some dinner.”
She frowned. “Mason, wait.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Are you refusing me?”
“No, Sir. I just … want to understand.”
He sat down on the chair facing her and leaned forward. “That’s fair.”
“Why are you doing this? Tormenting me like this? I mean, I knew you were going to order me to do things, and I will gladly do them. But I thought we’d be together … have sex. That I’d please you and … you know … that … well, that we’d find pleasure together.”
“You want me to fuck you, but this is about you learning discipline and following orders.”
“And being punished?”
“Yes, and we’ve hardly done any of that.”
She frowned and pointed at a nipple clamp. “What about these?”
His eyebrow arched again. “Really? You think that’s a punishment?”
Ever since they’d started talking about her submitting to him, Mason had grown increasingly distant. But she’d thought they had started closing that distance just a little. Yet now the gap between them seemed to grow to a deep chasm.
“If you think that’s a punishment, you really understand nothing. I want you to get a true idea of what I need, yet what I’ve shown you today barely scratches the surface. These…” He tugged on the chain attached to her nipple clamps, making her gasp. “These are for pleasure.”
“But they hurt,” she protested.
“Do they really?” He grasped one clamp and adjusted the tiny ring.
She sucked in a breath at the increased pressure.
“Maybe that hurts.” He squeezed it tighter still, making her eyes water at the painful sensation. “Does it?”
She nodded.
His lips compressed. “Do you want me to loosen it?”
She sucked in a breath, but shook her head. She would show him. A little pain wouldn’t scare her away. If he was trying to drive her away before the end of the trial period, he’d have to do better than this.
Then she felt the other nipple clamp tightened and she fought back the tears welling in her eyes.
“You wouldn’t want them unbalanced, would you?”
“No, Sir.”
He leaned back in the chair. “Look, Dana, I’m just showing you what it would be like. I’m used to women who like this kind of thing. I meant it when I said this would be nothing to my current subs. Fuck, you wouldn’t believe what some of them want.”
“Like what?”
“You really want to know?”
When she nodded, he grabbed her hand, led her across the living room to his den, and sat her down in front of his computer. He rolled up another chair and opened his browser. He pulled up an image of a woman’s backside with dark red welts across it.
“I have one sub who wants me to hit her so hard that it will scar.”
Dana stared at the picture in disbelief. How could anyone actually want that?
Then he brought up another picture, of a woman with a rope coiled intricately around her body, holding her tightly bound. But what drew Dana’s attention … what she couldn’t drag her gaze away from … were her breasts.
“One sub wanted to be bound so tight … Well, you can see.”
The rope was wound so tightly around her breasts that they were deep purple.
“She really wanted that?”
He shrugged. “Everyone has their own needs.” He shook his head. “I didn’t have a taste for it, though, so I ended it with her.”
She was relieved to know that Mason didn’t want to take part in something so extreme.
“Was there anything else you refused a sub for?”
He narrowed his eyes as he thought about it. “There was one sub who wanted to take on four men at once.”
“What do you mean ‘take on’?”
“I mean she wanted all of them inside her at once.”
“But … how…?”
“Well, her mouth, of course. And have you heard of double penetration?”
She shook her head.
“You can probably figure out what it means, right?”
“One man in … uh … front, and the other behind her?” The thought was unsettling.
“That’s right. But with four men … well, with some careful positioning, and a little patience, a woman can actually take two cocks inside her vagina at the same time.”
Suddenly, an image formed in her mind. A woman sitting on a man’s lap, his cock inside her ass, then two men kneeling in front of her, somehow pushing both their cocks into her vagina. At the same time, another man standing beside her, pressing his cock into her mouth.
“Did you do that?”
He nodded. “I had to try it. But I prefer just two men with a woman. Simple and yet still intensely erotic.”
“Does that mean you want me to be with another man?” she asked, uncertainty gripping her. Was that something she’d be willing to do?
“Dana, you don’t have to do any of this. I told you, I don’t think this is for you. Any of it.”
“I just … I’m not sure about any of this, but I’m willing to try.” She bit her lip. “Please just be patient with me.”
Mason sighed deeply and stood up. “I think it’s time you go to bed.”
“But it’s only eight o’clock.”
“You can read. Now go.”
She stood up. “Yes, Sir.”
She scooted off to her room and closed the door behind her. Then she leaned against it, uncertain. Wishing she hadn’t displeased him.
* * *
Mason watched her go, his stomach in knots. He hated this. She was trying so hard. Damn it
, why didn’t she just give up so they could be done with this?
But he hadn’t really pushed her hard enough to make her give up. A little deprivation wouldn’t be daunting enough for Dana. She was sweet, and young, and innocent. But she was also strong willed, and determined to achieve whatever she set her mind to.
And he’d given her a challenge. She was not about to give up easily.
He grabbed the decanter of scotch, poured himself a glass, and stared out at the city lights. Fuck, everything else aside, he regretted leaving her wanting tonight. He had taken his pleasure from her so many times today and he wanted so much to give her the same in return. He wanted to feel her clamping around him as she shuddered in orgasm.
He longed to have her here in his arms. To drive himself deep into her body.
To hear her scream his name as she came.
He sucked back the liquor and turned on a movie. But even though it was an action suspense, it couldn’t keep his attention. He paced the room, then settled down and poured another drink.
When the movie ended, he turned on another. His thoughts swirled around and around. How had he found himself in this crazy position? Trying to drive Dana away, when all he wanted was to fuck her again and again. Hell, how could he have allowed himself to wind up fucking her in the first place?
When the second movie ended, he stood up and headed to his bedroom. At least, that had been his intent, but he found himself at Dana’s door.
He turned the knob and pushed the door open. The room was dark.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“Is that you, Mason?” Dana’s voice was small and hoarse in the darkness. As his eyes adjusted to the soft moonlight streaming in the window, he could make out her form on the bed.
“You mean Sir.”
“Yes, I’m sorry. Is that you, Sir?”
“Fuck, of course it is.”
He walked toward the bed, then pulled the covers back, exposing her naked body. His cock jolted to attention.
“You are so fucking hot.”
She gazed up at him with wide eyes. “Thank you, Sir.”
He stripped off his clothes, dropping them to the floor piece by piece. Then he knelt on the bed and prowled over her. He lowered his body onto her, the feel of her warm, silky skin beneath him lighting a fire within.