by Zoey Marcel
He gave her a stern look. “This is a hypothetical scenario, and you're the person in question, remember? If you heard that same voice in the background over a phone and were almost positive it was the same person, what would you do?”
She thought hard and shrugged, pumping her hips when he gave her one of his Dom looks. “I don't know. I might wonder, but if I only heard it in the background over the phone, I would have no way of knowing for sure. I would just assume that the Russian accent had me scarred because of my history and my baggage caused me to be paranoid.”
Master Hugh drew into himself for a moment before getting back to the bubbly puree. “You're probably right. You can come now.”
She rubbed her clit harder and faster and tried to focus on fucking herself on the toy simultaneously. Her thrusts halted when she came, mewling in blissful torment when her cunt shuddered around the fat dildo.
He stood in front of her now, running a manly hand down her body. “That was fantastic, Kayla. You made your Master proud and the pumpkin I daresay.”
She giggled breathlessly and petted his dick through his jeans.
He moaned and pressed into her hand. “Keep that up and I might break my no-penetration rule.”
Her heart skittered with jubilee, and her eyes implored him.
“Don't look at me like that. You know we can't. You didn't train to be the perfect slave for two years to give it all away now. You saved yourself for your Kentucky homeboy, and you're leaving next week.”
She unfastened his pants, eyes still pleading with him. “I don't have to.”
He stopped her hand, wearing a sad expression that seemed like it took every ounce of willpower to reject her invitation. “Yes, you do. It will haunt you forever if you don't take a chance on him. Besides, you're young. You've got dreams. I'll only hold you back.”
She'd heard that last line once before, and it stung even now. She just might have to smack the next man who used it on her. She was a grown woman, damn it.
“I need you and your cock.” Kayla worked on his jeans and made progress before he stopped her again.
“I need you, too. Put it in your mouth.”
“I want it in my pussy,” she whispered.
His eyes lidded briefly, and he took in a deep, tense breath. “You might regret it when you're older. Your first time should be special.”
She felt his hand go limp and realized that he'd quit trying to stop her. She reached into his pants and fondled his erection through his underwear, touched and aroused by his needy groan.
“Or I might smile at the memory when I'm older,” she countered, lowering his jeans and underwear to expose the meaty endowment she sought. “I need you so bad it hurts.”
Her eyes stung, and she realized she was weeping. Master Hugh must have noticed, too given the way he brushed her tears away with gentle swipes of his fingers. His breathing turned hard and ragged when she guided his naked cock to her wet entry.
“Don't you want me, Master?” She whispered the question as tears trickled down her cheeks. “I understand this was only temporary, but please. I'm so grateful for everything you taught me. I want to give this to you. I want you to take it.”
His eyes bore the evidence of giving in, though he grabbed her hand that held his dick to halt the forward momentum she was hell-bent on. “If we're going to do this, let's do it right. I want to take you in bed so you're relaxed and I can prepare you properly.”
Her heart raced with joy, and tears streamed down her cheeks. She hugged him tight, realizing what a sap she must seem like to him. When she looked up at him again he cradled her jaw with his fingers and kissed her slowly, deeply. All her affection and desire was wrapped up in that kiss.
The heat of his erection sizzled against her tummy where it teased her skin. He gripped her buttocks and pulled her closer, deliberately moving his hips forward so his cock smashed against her belly. Both groaned with elation as their breathing grew shallow and desperate.
She pulled his shirt off over his head while he kicked off his shoes and socks before stepping out of his jeans and underwear. He helped her down from the table, and they made out gently on their way to the bedroom.
She felt strangely nervous when he lay down on the bed with her. They'd touched and been nude in front of one another countless times, but this was it. Master was going to take her virginity. She closed her eyes as he held her in his arms and drew her into another intoxicating kiss.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, looking like he'd go crazy if she backed out now.
“I'm sure,” she breathed, melting into him.
His tongue rolled over Kayla's, stroking and tangling intimately with hers as he put his hands on her body. His body felt warm against hers. She held him close, caressing him all over and pretending he'd never shown this side of himself to anyone else before her. He'd obviously had sex before they'd gotten together, but the way he looked at her with such tenderness and touched her with soulful passion made her believe that internally she'd sent him to a place no one else ever had.
“I'm going to stretch you first,” he murmured gently.
She shivered with thrilling anticipation as she watched him kiss a warm, humid trail down her breasts and belly, settling at the heated place between her legs. Her breath slipped from her when he garnished her pussy with soft, loving kisses before spreading her labia.
“You're already wet. Maybe I don't even need to bother licking you.”
Kayla whined in disappointment, relieved to see his teasing smile. She flinched and moaned beneath his soft tonguing. The slick muscle lapped through her pussy folds with precision and skill. His tongue felt hot and moist as it dragged possessively through her slit, not unlike a washcloth, only much smoother.
She fisted the covers in her hands when his tempo quickened, becoming more aggressive in its orgasmic pursuit. The balmy instrument raked through her creamy vulva and dug deep into her cunt, coating her in his saliva in exchange for the juices she relinquished to his deserving tongue.
“Please,” she whispered, trying to resist the gnawing urge to shove her mound in his face and demand release. That would never fly with him.
When he was good and ready, Master's tongue made its lascivious way back up through her sex lips to torment her helpless clitoris. A pleasured cry skated from her lips as he gently licked and slurped her pulsing clit.
So close. So freakin' close.
His enthusiastic growl inflamed her, and he began to beat ruthlessly at her swollen nubbin with his wonderful, abusive tongue. Higher and higher the pressure inside her built as the juices of growing surrender trickled down her legs. Perspiration was probably equally to blame, but the culprit was irrelevant. All that mattered was the climax taking its damned sweet time making its way to her.
Master Hugh switched up his method and started to stimulate first the left side of her clit and then the more sensitive right side. He grazed the bud with a barely-there touch of his teeth before resuming the brutal assault of ecstasy with his tongue.
Kayla suddenly remembered she wasn't allowed to come without his permission. Crappers! How could she be expected to fight something this big and strong? Fire infiltrated her system, and sparks of electricity tingled in her nether region.
“Master, please! It's too much!”
Master's tongue retreated, and he breathed his response onto her throbbing clitoris with a searing exhale that made her body crackle with even more sensations.
“Come for me, Kayla.”
“Thank you.”
Kayla barely choked the words out when the intense orgasm ripped through her and cut her speech short. She let out a broken cry at the initial slam of nirvana and whimpered her way through the ripples of pleasure that sizzled through her body. Her back arched as she succumbed to a final outcry that sounded weaker than its predecessor, and then she collapsed against the mattress, gasping for air.
Master's Hugh's head came up with a self-satisfied grin ju
st before he slipped two fingers inside her.
A protesting yet somehow accepting cry wrung from her throat. She made her body limp and still like a cooked noodle resting on a dinner plate as his fingers stretched her vagina in preparation. The thrusting and fondling against the damp heat of her inner walls felt private and reassuring as tiny ripples vibrated in her cunt. He seemed to enjoy the fluttering hugs on his fingers as she lay still in the glorious afterglow.
He added a third finger for a bit, filling and stretching her further. She felt her pussy gradually expanding under his coaxing. The dull ache had a slight burn to it, but it wasn't unbearable. When he seemed confident that she was ready, he lay on his back and positioned her over his lap so she straddled his genitals. She figured he did so to ease the pain the missionary position might bring his injured leg.
He ripped open a wrapper and handed her a condom. “Put this on me.”
She took the rubber in her hand and slowly rolled it over his engorged penis. Suiting his erection up before he penetrated her felt so bonding and personal. She hadn't imagined being able to feel any closer to him than she already did, yet somehow this moment brought them even closer to each other.
She gripped his protected cock by the root and nuzzled the rubber-clad tip through her sex lips until she found her unclaimed entrance. This was it. Tonight he would make her a woman.
“Just take it easy,” he told her, giving her hand an encouraging squeeze. “We'll take as long as you need.”
“Yes, Sir.” She caught herself when he cocked a questioning eyebrow. “I meant Master.”
He smiled. “That's better.”
She took a deep breath and gave a slight push. His broad cockhead poked at her with a daunting tug of discomfort. She pressed harder, and the crown of his dick inched forward, bringing a slight edge of pain with it.
“Easy,” he murmured with a calming brush of his warm palm over her arm. “You're doing just fine.”
She spread her thighs wider and slowly impaled herself on his cock, mewling at the pain of the insistent stretch.
“Rest if you need to.”
She inhaled and stayed like that, letting herself adjust to the nagging girth spreading her wide open. The pad of his finger tickled her clit, dragging a little sound of desperation from her.
His forefinger rolled delectable circles all over her bundle of nerves until resistance became utterly laughable. Her pussy lost control, constricting around the filling head inside her. A strangled cry of need emerged from her, but the sudden surge of cream eased the descending road she was on. Gradually, increment by stretching increment slid into her tight channel, filling her with knowledge and hard, masculine heat.
Master brought her forward and tucked her into his chest as a child would cuddle with a beloved teddy bear, and he rolled with Kayla until he hovered over her. It didn't seem to bother his leg like she'd thought it might, though the motion nipped at her poor cunt with burning pain.
“I've got you, cinnamon,” he whispered, brushing the hair back from her face.
The fluffy pillow pushed the tips of her glasses forward, annoying her ears, so she took them off, and then he laid them on the nightstand. She could still see him well enough. Mostly she needed them for reading.
“Just relax.” He brushed an almost weightless kiss on her lips, basking her in the erotic warmth of his steamy breath.
Her vaginal muscles went as languid as they could, knowing that his cock's advancement was inevitable and the pain likewise. His hips thrust forward, and his erection advanced in her tight, achy depths, tunneling through her virgin flesh until he filled her completely.
“Oh God!”
Her Master didn't move. He peppered feather-light kisses all over her forehead and face, leaving a trail of warm moisture in the wake of his kisses. “Are you all right, cinnamon?” He smiled when she nodded. “You're doing great.”
Her voice shook. “Thanks.”
He didn't scold her for forgetting his title. He lay motionless and waited for her to adjust to the length and width of his unforeseen size. They remained like that for a while before her heart returned within normal parameters and the achy burn in her pussy dulled to a tolerable stretch.
She nodded and took a deep breath, running her hand over his cheek. The stubble scraped against her palm, delighting and calming her. “I'm ready.”
He smiled and dropped a final kiss on her forehead before commencing a slow thrust inside her. The movements brought pain at first, but gradually the fiery discomfort subsided and enjoyment supplanted it. Master lay down on top of her, heating her with the intimate touch of his skin as he pressed her down into the mattress with the weight of his body.
“You feel incredible wrapped around me, slave,” he whispered gently into her ear before kissing her neck.
The word slave was endearing in this vulnerable, bonding moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck, needing more of him. Discomfort ensued when his strokes became more aggressive. He probably wasn't being a complete animal with her, but with his size it felt like his dick was going bananas in there.
“Kayla,” he breathed, clenching his jaw as he started to throttle harder into her soaked, aching cunt.
Master Hugh was completely masculine with not a feminine quality to be had. In that moment he was the sheer definition of beauty as he rocked against her body and screwed into her. His torso rubbed against hers, exciting her beaded nipples.
The heady scent of sex filled her lungs mixed with the alluring fragrances of his cologne and her perfume. Their flesh sweated against each other, growing hotter and more desperate as friction played out its role on their bodies.
He pulled her closer still and held her tight as his body jerked and his cock dug into her channel at uncomfortable depths. His ragged outcry told her he'd found his release. He went breathless, and his weight crushed down on her smaller body as he lay in her arms, seeking his breath.
Kayla played with his soft, graying hair and trailed her fingertips along his manly back. She smiled when he shivered beneath her weightless touch. His stubble felt soft yet scratchy against the natural smoothness of her cheek.
“Was it okay?” she asked coyly. He'd probably had better from experienced women. The irritating hos.
He chortled, still seeming overcome with pleasurable exertion. “It was fantastic.”
“Oh good. I liked it, too.”
He smiled down at her and gave her a sweet kiss, pulling his cock out of her when the phone rang from the other room.
Her legs wobbled like Jell-O as she made her unstable way to the bathroom. She enjoyed the hot, wet deluge of the shower sluicing over her skin, but she wondered why Master wasn't joining her.
When she got out, she saw that her purse was on the coffee table, though she didn't remember putting it there.
Master Hugh sat clothed on the couch with the knuckles of his right hand resting against his contemplative face.
She wondered who had called, but she knew better than to ask. If he wanted her to know, he'd tell her. “Is it time for bed?”
He still seemed distracted, troubled even as he stood. “You go ahead. I have to shower. I'll meet you in there.”
He behaved a little strangely, but he kissed the top of her head before heading into the bathroom.
What was wrong with him?
She pushed the question aside and got ready for bed. How could she leave next week when she loved him? She needed to tell him. They'd never exchanged those words before, but she couldn't leave without telling him.
****
Kayla sat in the passenger's seat the next morning while Master Hugh drove. Her suitcase was in the backseat—the one he'd insisted she pack. He didn't say a word to her, nor did he give her any explanation as to why he was sending her away a week early.
Her eyes burned. She'd been a virgin last night. He’d probably had a ton of experience given the more than two decades he had on her.
Her voice cracked a little. “D
id I ... did I do something wrong in bed last night?”
His jaw hardened and his eyes became dark and grieved. “No, Kayla. You were fantastic.”
Was he just saying that?
No. He was a very blunt, sometimes rude person. He told it like it was, even when nobody asked or wanted to know.
Looking down at the small tent of his partially aroused groin, she knew he'd enjoyed it as much as she had. But had the encounter touched him as deeply as it had her?
Her heart ached when the obvious answer glared back at her. He was sending her away early. The session had apparently done nothing to move his soul as it had hers. Was it because that was just the way men were, or did his lack of tenderness stem from his level of experience sexually?
“Then why are you sending me away a week early?” she whispered miserably.
He pulled into LAX and parked the car once he found a spot and reached into his pants pocket.
“What are we doing at the airport?” She went speechless when he held up a ticket.
“I bought you a ticket home.”
It took her a moment to collect her words as he gently pressed the ticket into her open palm that he lifted. “What about my new job here?”
“Forget all of this, Kayla.”
Forget? How could she?
“Forget me, your new job, and this whole acting crapshoot and just go home to your sweetheart. You'll regret it later in life if you don't.” Master's eyes were full of sorrow, seriousness, and the ever-present sternness that demanded her respect without even trying.
Her voice broke in a tortured hush. “I don't want to forget you.”
His tone became firm, though his octave was still mellow and tragic. “You have to. Pretend all of this never happened.”
Her heart broke, and she gaped at him in shock as he stared straight out the windshield, seeming cold and simultaneously choked up, though he maintained an impressive amount of control compared to her.
“You can cherish the memories in your heart, but never speak of them, not to anyone. Do you understand me?” He looked at her seriously like he'd punish her if she mentioned their time together to anyone.
Was he really so ashamed of her?