“I have, Master.” I watched as her hands moved into fists on top of the bedspread. She was getting tense in anticipation of what I was about to do.
“You have nothing to fear. Our safe word is red. Say yellow if you’re beginning to get uncomfortable. Got it?” I blew on her pussy again.
“Got it, Master.” She began to tremble, and I knew she was letting her mind get ahead of her, worrying about what she’d gotten into.
Little did she know she had a pretty great guy who’d make sure she got what she’d gone into the Dungeon looking for. “I’m going to rip your panties off and cut your clothes away from your body. Not to worry though, I’ll have something sent up for you in the morning. I want you all night long, slave.”
She tensed up even more but said nothing. I smiled as it thrilled me to know she trusted me so much, even when she had absolutely no reason to at this point.
With one swift pull, I ripped her panties off and put my mouth on her cunt, running my tongue through her warm folds. She moaned softly then got louder as I kissed her pussy lips. Lips that hadn’t seen any action in way too long.
The sounds she made had my cock growing more and more. I knew right then that it would be hard to keep myself under control with her. But I liked a challenge, so I thought only of pleasing her and ignored my straining male member. He’d get what he craved soon enough, and plenty of it, when I stuffed my fat cock into her soaked pussy after she’d come a few times for me.
Moving my tongue inside her and lapping up her decadent taste, I lost control for a bit as my brain took a siesta while my inner sex god feasted on her delicious cunt. Oh, but she tasted like sin wrapped in heaven!
As great as she tasted then, I had to know what an orgasm would do to enhance that. Moving my tongue out of her, I went to work on her clit, which had swollen to three times its original size. Rolling it between my lips, I sucked it then moved my lips up and down it as it grew even more.
Her moans grew louder, and she arched up to me. I could hear her fists pounding the bed, and then she whimpered as her body let go. I moved down, eager to get my tongue inside her to feel how she contracted with her orgasm.
Fluids met my hungry tongue as I shoved it into her tight pussy. She clenched down on my tongue as I moved it back and forth, encouraging her body to keep coming for me. Amazed by everything she gave me, I knew I’d picked one ripe female for the night. I’d make this a night she’d remember for a very long time. A night that she could get off to if she didn’t have sex again for a long time.
I pulled my head away from her soaking pussy to look at her. She looked gorgeous as she panted, her eyes closed. The mask was still on her face, hiding her a bit from me. For one moment I thought about taking the masks off. But I shook my head. The masks lent anonymity to what we were doing. That was part of the thrill—fucking someone you didn’t have all the information about, and not caring.
Getting off the bed, I saw her gorgeous blue eyes open, and she watched me as I went to get some things. “Thank you, Master. I really needed that. You were right. I didn’t need any alcohol to get into this. You’re very good at what you do.”
“Glad you liked it, slave. Now tell me how much pain you want to feel, and I’ll give that to you, too.” I pulled some of my favorite toys out of my suitcase and turned around with four sets of fluffy cuffs. “And how do you feel about being restrained?”
She sat up and ran her hands over her heaving breasts. “I haven’t been bound in a long time. I’ve never allowed that after what happened to me.” My face must’ve shown my disappointment because she quickly added, “I trust you, Master. I’m in your capable hands and will do anything you want to.” She laid back down. “Go ahead, strap me down. I am yours to toy with.”
My cock jumped with her words. Mine to toy with?
She really would be a treat!
Chapter 4
Katana
The only words I could use to describe Nixon’s body were totally ripped. The bulge in his tight black underwear left nothing to the imagination. He was hung better than anyone I’d ever been with and my pussy was throbbing with need for his massive appendage.
The last click I heard left me pinned to the bed in a spread-eagled position. My negligee was still intact, but I knew that wouldn’t be the case for long as he headed back to me with a knife in his hand. The light glistened off the long blade; my heart sprang into action with the fear the object invoked. I gulped, closing my eyes as I felt the cold blade against my skin.
Soft ripping sounds met my ears as he cut away the flimsy material that barely hid my body from his gorgeous green eyes. Once he had cut away everything, I felt the tip of the knife as he moved it over me. He stopped at one nipple, and I could feel the sensitive tip pulsing. I had no idea knife-play could be so enticing and erotic. Whenever I’d thought about it before, I thought I’d be much too afraid to enjoy it at all.
How wrong I’d been.
The knife went down my side, and Nixon’s mouth came to replace the blade at my nipple. He pulled it with his teeth, and I moaned as a slight pain jolted through me in the best possible way. Then he soothed it with some gentle licks before biting down, making me yelp.
His laugh was deep and sinister. He enjoyed making me cry out in pain. The blade moved up and down my side, igniting both chills and heat inside of me. It would be so easy for him to rip me open with that long sharp knife, yet he wasn’t going to do that. Something inside me told me that.
Nixon pulled the knife over my stomach then up to the other tit, and he moved the edge up until I felt the sharpness at the base of my nipple. One swift movement and I’d lose it. I stopped breathing.
Shit, have I handed myself over to a murderer?
Sure, he’d given me his card with his name and number on it, but what would that matter if I was dead?
The safe word, red, ruminated inside my brain, but before I could say it the knife was gone, and his hot mouth was on my tit. He sucked it hard and long, and the cold knife came to rest on my stomach as he sucked me. I groaned as the pain from his strong sucks mixed with pleasure deep in my core. I’d never felt anything like it. I’d never had anyone suck on my tit with such aggression and for so long, and the climax that washed over me took me by surprise.
“God!” I cried out with the sensation. My entire body pulsed with a very different orgasm than I’d ever experienced.
Nixon’s voice came softly near my ear, “Hush now, slave. We’ve only just begun.”
My entire body quivered. We’d only just begun?
I had already ridden two monstrous waves and we’d only just begun?
Did I have the stamina to make it through the night?
I watched him walk away from me, his fine ass moving with each step.
Yeah, I can find the stamina to make it through the night with him!
My arms longed to wrap around his muscular body, and without conscious thought I pulled to test the cuffs holding them. My legs pulled too, wanting to wrap around him, to hold him to me.
My pussy, still throbbing from the orgasm, wanted more. It wanted him buried so deep inside me that it defied possibility. I ached to feel him all the way up to my heart. And I wanted it now. “Please, Master, take me now,” the words came out with a whimpered plea.
He stopped and spun around. His eyes were hard and cold all of a sudden. “Are you telling your Master what to do, slave? That’s grounds for punishment—surely you know that.”
I didn’t know that. I mean I did, but I didn’t. I thought I’d phrased it in such a way that it didn’t come off as telling him what to do, but I must’ve been wrong.
He went to his suitcase, pulling out a long black leather belt. I gasped as he came toward me and undid all the cuffs. I lay perfectly still. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me around until I was face down on his lap.
One smack with the belt had me yelping, and he gave me three more in rapid succession. “Are you going to tell your Master what to do anym
ore, slave?”
I gauged how my body reacted to the spanking and found it was on fire. And not in a bad way. My hesitation to answer him had me getting three more hits, and I moaned as I felt my pussy creaming with desire.
I wanted more.
I kept my mouth shut, and he gave me three more before asking, “Does my little slave like to be punished?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “More, please.”
“And there you go again.” He gave me three more smacks then reached under me and inserted his finger into me, finding me wetter than I’d ever been in my life. “Ah, I see why you’re being so disobedient now.” He pumped his finger into me and used his free hand to smack my ass some more.
Insane as it might sound, I was getting off to that in a huge way. His finger kept moving in and out as his other hand smacked me over and over. Then he moved his finger in a come-hither motion, hitting my G-spot—which I hadn’t even been sure I had, as no other man had ever found it, nor had I. I burst into an instant orgasm and cried with the release.
Tears flowed from my eyes like rivers as my body let everything go. The tension I had been carrying around for weeks—maybe even months or years—seemed to turn to water inside me and rushed out of my body through my eyes and my pussy.
Before I knew what was happening, he’d moved me to lie on my back and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He got on his knees and lapped up the thick cream I’d emitted for him. The sounds coming from deep in his throat made me think he’d never tasted anything he’d ever enjoyed so much. It stirred something inside of me.
Why can this only last one night?
I shook my head at that thought and wiped my eyes. I couldn’t go thinking about the future. Who knew, he might come back for more now and then.
When he’d gotten his fill, he stood up, wiping my wetness from his chin with the back of his hand. “Suck me off.”
I hurried to get on my hands and knees on the bed, and his erection was right at my level. I eased his underwear off his massive cock and found it was hard as a rock.
Taking it in my hands, I looked at the beautiful thing and licked my lips, anticipating how full my mouth would be. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, stretching my jaw, and then licked the tip and took hold of the base of his cock.
Only the top quarter fit into my mouth, and I used my hands to cover the rest. After only a few strokes I felt the need to give him more. He’d given me so much, after all.
I pulled my mouth from him and noticed the look he gave me, his expression one of confusion. But he quickly understood what I was up to ‘when I got on my back and let my head fall over the side of the bed. He smiled and put his cock into my mouth. In that position, I could take him all in, but he’d have to do the moving.
His dick slid into my mouth and hit the back of my throat, making me gag a bit, but he pushed it further down. I closed my eyes as tears began to fall—not because I was in pain, but just a natural reaction to gagging. He moved slowly at first, gradually thrusting faster and faster until he shot his load straight down my throat.
“God!” he shouted as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Fuck!” He breathed heavily as he sat on the bed, huffing and puffing. “No one’s ever done that for me. I’ve always been told I’m too big.”
I sat up, and he turned his head to look at me. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling extraordinarily pleased with myself. “You’re not too big; you’re just right. For me, anyway.”
A smile crept across his face, and he tossed me onto my back and kissed me hard. Our tastes converged, and we both groaned with how well they went together.
When he mounted me, I spread my legs wide for him and he slid right in, his cock hard once more, stretching me to fit his size. It burned, and I moaned with the pain. But then it felt amazing. He was hitting deeper in me than I’d ever been hit. Our bodies worked each other with a force I’d never known.
When we both came at the same time, our eyes locked. I felt it all so deeply. He stilled inside me as we tried to catch our breaths. We just stared at each other, his arms braced on either side of my head, panting like animals. I had no idea what he was thinking. But I had my own thoughts to focus on.
This can’t be real!
Chapter 5
Nixon
Our time together passed much too quickly. Katana and I did everything I could think of, and not once did she seem the least bit apprehensive about anything I did to her. For a couple of complete strangers, we connected in a way that felt as if we’d known one another forever.
We’d only had a couple of hours of sleep before the driver I’d hired was expected to arrive to take me to the airport, where I’d hop on the company jet back to L.A. I had work to get to.
When I rolled over to wake her, I saw her mask had come off as she slept. Mine had stayed on, but I pulled it off as I gazed at her.
Katana’s face was just as gorgeous as I’d thought it would be. I’d pulled her dark hair out of the braid at one point during our night, and the long strands were everywhere. She looked like an angel as she slept, her lips swollen from all the kissing we’d done. I pushed a lock of hair off her face, and she moaned a bit before her eyes fluttered open.
I couldn’t stop the smile that took over my mouth—she looked too perfect. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she replied with a stretch. Then her hand came up to caress my cheek. “You’re even more handsome without the mask.”
“And you’re even more beautiful without yours,” I kissed her cheek. “Did you sleep well?” Before she could answer, I pulled her into my arms, holding her in a way I rarely did with anyone, especially not anyone I’d done this sort of thing with.
She cuddled into my chest. “You wore me out completely. I slept like a baby. Not even a dream made it through.”
With a chuckle, I agreed, “We did seem to give it our all, didn’t we?”
“I should think so. It’ll tide me over for quite some time,” she said then rolled off me and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom.
I watched her round ass, admiring the dimple at the top of each cheek as she left the room. And I caught myself sighing. “What have you done to me, you little vixen?”
The sex had been better than any I could recall. She felt better in my arms and underneath me than anyone ever had. But this was a one-time thing.
Sure, I could probably call her up now and then and see if she’d like to have another one-nighter, but that wasn’t really how I liked to do things. I preferred to hit it and quit it. It kept things uncomplicated, and that was my goal.
I heard the shower running and decided now was the time to call the front desk and have something sent up for her to wear home. “Rhoda speaking. How may I help you, Mr. Slaughter?”
“I need some clothes sent up in size two.” I’d checked the tag on her naughty nighty to get her size. She had red heels so I ordered something that would match them. “Can you send up a black dress? Something nice and expensive. Matching bra and panties too.” I had to guess on the size of that. “The bra is a thirty-two D. And if you find a nice necklace that would accent it, please add that on; money isn’t a concern. I want the best of everything. And please have it delivered to my room as quickly as you can.”
“Yes, sir. Give me half an hour, and I’ll have it sent right up.”
I hung up the hotel phone and went to the closet to retrieve my clothes for the trip back home. My cell rang, and I went back to get it, seeing it wasn’t a number I had in my contacts. “Hello?”
“Hey, is this Nixon?” a man asked me.
“Yes. And this is?” I looked in the mirror at my stubbled cheeks. Maybe I’ll grow my beard out, I thought to myself. A little something to remind me of last night.
“This is Owen Cantrell. You gave me your card last night. I was just calling to check on you. I lost track of you last night and wanted to be sure you made it out safely.”
“Um, yeah, I made it out all right.” I had no idea why he’d be
worried about something like that.
He soon told me why. “That was some scene, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever been more afraid in my entire life.”
“Of what?” I asked, as I was clearly in the dark.
“The explosions, of course,” he enlightened me.
“Explosions?”
“Yeah,” he went on. “Wait, did you leave before that happened?”
“I did.” I walked back to the bed and sat down, feeling a little lightheaded. “So there were explosions? Was anyone hurt, or worse?”
“Thankfully no one was hurt. We all managed to make it out of there somehow.” He stopped, and I heard him make a smacking sound. “I’m sorry. I just had to give my wife a kiss. It was like we almost lost each other last night. It was awful. The Dungeon of Decorum seems like it’s probably at an end. It was completely destroyed.”
“I can’t believe it,” I mumbled. “What time did this happen?”
“Hell, I can’t even begin to tell you that. I couldn’t think straight until a little while ago. I was definitely suffering from a bit of shock. I just keep thinking how close my wife and I came to meeting our maker.”
“Wow. Looks like I dodged a bullet. Glad I found someone and we left early.” And I was glad of that for a couple other reasons too.
“Well, you and I need to hang out a bit when we get back to Los Angeles. I’d like to see you some time before New Year’s Eve. Catch you later, Nixon,” he said, then hung up.
My eyes flew to the bathroom door, where Katana was coming out. She’d wrapped her perfect body in a fluffy pink towel. “Did I hear you talking to someone?”
“Yeah,” I said as I put my cell down on the nightstand. “Seems we’ll never be going back to that club again.”
Her dark brows rose. “And why might that be?”
“It’s destroyed. Some explosions occurred. I don’t know the full story. One of my buddies from the club just called to ask if I had made it out okay.” I got up and walked straight to her, gathering her into my arms, still naked as the day I was born. “I’m so glad I got you out of there before anything happened, Katana.”
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