BegMe

by Scarlett Sanderson

  It turned her on like crazy, knowing she was truly at his mercy. Her body was his to command.

  Tracing an intricate pattern, his tongue swirled around and around her areola. At the same time, his hand roughly manipulated her other breast. When he pulled back, he clasped the tight bud between his teeth and tugged.

  The stab of pain was bittersweet. No one had dared be so rough, yet she enjoyed it. More than enjoyed it. Her pussy answered with a flow of cream. He let the flesh go with a popping sound and it bounced back into place.

  “Oh my god!” Her nipple throbbed. It felt exquisite.

  He laved the same attention on her other breast, and Tessa gave herself over to sensation as his warm, wet tongue rasped across her heated skin. Whatever he wished, she’d give. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Exciting, stimulating. Her body pulsed, became a quivering mass. He could do anything to her and she was powerless to stop him.

  The slight frisson of fear mixed with a heavy dose of desire made her jerk against her restraints. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted to drag him closer, demand his teeth on her skin. A large part of her reveled in the loss of sexual control. Nothing existed for her except him.

  Jared worked his way down her torso with his hands and mouth, manipulating erogenous points she never knew existed. Almost reverently, he ran a hand over her slightly rounded stomach. His teeth nipped at her hip bones, gently at first then with more force. Nips she knew would leave a mark.

  As he used more force, ribbons of pleasure cascaded through her body. She had never understood how pain could be a pleasure but the threshold between the two was a very thin line. Only a man like Jared could understand that.

  Reaching her panty line, he slipped his fingers beneath the material, making room for his tongue to follow the same path. She felt his wet, warm tongue caressing the top of her curls.

  “Please. Please.” Tessa never begged for anything. Right now it came naturally. She wanted him to move lower, to pull her panties aside and thrust his tongue into her demanding pussy.

  He laughed, and she felt the reverberations in her core. His gaze met hers. “Is my slave anxious for me to fuck her?”

  She had never seen anything so erotic as his gaze boring into her. His tongue snaked out and licked her clit. She watched every movement, every subtle sweep of his tongue, feeling it deep inside. That look made her pussy clench, tighten, release a rush of moisture into his mouth. Her clit swelled.

  When he sat up, ceasing all contact, she wanted to scream in frustration. He really was punishing her.

  His gaze dropped to her thong and darkened. He let out a low growl. His feral tone thrilled her.

  “This has got to go.” Fisting the scrap of material, he ripped.

  She heard the elastic snap. “Jared!”

  His eyes burned with an overwhelming intensity. Despite the need there, he remained outwardly calm. His commanding aura never faltered yet her resistance to submission crumbled with every passing second. Being in someone else’s control was a heady aphrodisiac, one she didn’t want to fight anymore.

  “Master. I’m your Master.” He delved between her thighs, lapping at her pussy like she was the finest ambrosia. He flattened his tongue to make long, lascivious strokes.

  Tessa whimpered, she squeezed her eyes closed and lifted her hips, hoping to release some of the wild tension. She concentrated all her thoughts on one place—her pussy. Nothing mattered except the feel of his tongue.

  He moaned against her, the vibrations playing against her clit like a well-strung violin.

  “More!”

  Parting her slick folds with forefinger and thumb, he touched the tip of his tongue to the hardened nub of nerve endings. He pushed one finger inside her sopping wet opening, adding the friction she needed. Jared found a devastating rhythm of fingers and tongue that shattered her every emotion.

  She gasped, trying to suck in enough air to keep her lungs rising and falling. Her heart beat so fast, she thought it would explode out of her chest.

  He stopped long enough to choke out, “Who am I, slave?”

  Slowly, inch by inch, he dragged one thick finger out of her pussy. The slurping sound it made told her just how wet she really was. Not that she needed to be told. She could feel her juices flowing, running down her thighs in musky-scented rivulets.

  “Jared.” Her throaty reply was punished by Jared plunging his finger back inside to the hilt of his knuckle.

  “Do you submit your body to me?”

  He repeated the process of dragging his finger back out, this time curling the tip so it scraped against her cleft.

  She moved her head from side to side. She couldn’t submit, couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Some final barrier prevented them from escaping her lips.

  “Jared, please!” She choked out the plea, desperate to come.

  He withdrew from her. His heat gone, her body cold and aching. Tingling with sensation. On the edge of pleasure but failing to find release. How could he leave her like this?

  Tessa moaned, lifted her head and stared at him. He moved to the wall of implements and picked a few items. She couldn’t see clearly enough to identify them.

  “I won’t allow you to come, Tessa. Not until you submit.”

  Her body tensed. She wanted to reach down and touch herself, bring herself to orgasm. Jared be damned. But she couldn’t.

  Bound and helpless, she was at his mercy. She inhaled. Exhaled. Focused on slowing her heart rate and the heavy throb between her thighs. She’d never been so frustrated and turned-on. It was a heady combination. She sought dominance and Jared gave it to her.

  “I’ll ask you again, do you submit your body to me?”

  He stood over her, looming like a dark god.

  “Jared.” She wanted to say the words. She really did. She gazed at him, pleading with her eyes. “Jared, please.”

  “Quiet.” He reached for what looked like a gag. Leaning down, he let her see the black-leather ball gag. “You’ll learn to be quiet until you address me with the proper respect.”

  Fear spiked her pulse rate. Was he really going to gag her? She blinked rapidly. Could she let him?

  His features softened. He smoothed one hand over her hair. “Trust me, Tessa.”

  Trust him? She’d be bound and gagged. Completely out of control.

  Yes.

  Her body jerked, tightened. Although her mind was unsure, her body betrayed her.

  “Okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Open for me.”

  She opened for him. He attached the gag, placed the plastic ball firmly in her mouth and fastened the clasp at the back of her head.

  “If you need your safeword, knock twice on the table. Understand?”

  She nodded again. Saliva pooled around the plastic holding open her mouth. Nerves danced a pattern in her stomach. Nausea rose in her throat. Completely at his mercy, she shoved the panic aside. He wouldn’t hurt her.

  Looking at Jared, she saw the metal clover clamps in his hand. He tested the teeth, opening and closing the snap spring.

  “Mmphh.” She whimpered, tugged on her restraints. Her nipples beaded in anticipation of the sharp-looking teeth against her delicate flesh.

  “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”

  He tugged one of her nipples, rolled it through his fingertips. The bud hardened, ached. Palming her breast, he snapped the clasp onto her nipple and Tessa screamed behind the gag.

  Sharp stings of pain shot through her system. He didn’t allow her any respite. He pinched her other nipple and snapped on the second clamp. She held her breath, fighting the pain. Torturous pain. Exquisite pain. Her mind froze. Her body sang as endorphins surged.

  “Breathe through it. It helps,” Jared’s voice interjected and she latched onto it, following his advice.

  She breathed out, her whole body alive with electricity. Who knew pain could be so pleasurable?

  “Don’t fight it. Feel how good it is? Feel how g
ood I can make you?”

  He could. He was giving her everything she’d ever fantasized about and more, stripping away her control and using her as he saw fit.

  He tugged on the chain linking her breasts and she yelped. The pressure increased, shot through her body and ended with a throbbing in her pussy.

  “Jared.” His name came out garbled but she didn’t care. She pleaded with her eyes. The desire to come, a need so deep it almost hurt.

  “No, Tessa. Not until you submit to me.”

  She shook her head, blinked away the tears. It would be so simple to tell him she submitted. She didn’t have to mean it. But she couldn’t lie. Not to him. He’d know and most likely punish her for it.

  His jaw clenched. Was he having trouble with control too? The thought sent zings of pleasure to her heart.

  He picked up a bright-blue, ridged butt plug. The tip was tapered but it still looked imposing. Tessa whimpered. That was never going to fit. She’d never had anything in her ass before. It was a forbidden taboo.

  She squirmed, swallowing hard, unable to express her discomfort at the thought of having something in her ass. What if there was a mess? What if it hurt? Anal had always been a limit for her. She didn’t trust anyone enough to stick something in her there.

  Jared merely looked at her and said, “Trust me.”

  He kept repeating it like a mantra. Was he hoping all the positive reinforcement would allow it to sink in? In some weird way, she did trust him. It was irrational. She barely knew him and yet she knew, deep down, he wouldn’t hurt her or humiliate her. Her pleasure was his pleasure. He demanded nothing but her submission.

  He rubbed the tip across her slick pussy lips, spreading moisture on the rubber.

  She stopped squirming. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, pulling the clamps tighter as she tried to fight the rising panic. She watched him squeeze copious amounts of lube on the plug before he drizzled the cool liquid onto her anal opening.

  “Do you want to use your safeword?”

  She knew her eyes must be as wide as saucers. Did she? Now was the time to back out. She could go back to her normal, safe life or she could take a risk and jump into unknown pleasure.

  Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. No. She didn’t want to use her safeword. She wanted to give in to her submission, to experience everything Jared had to offer her.

  “You are beautiful, Tessa. Lying there with your wet pussy on display, your nipples clamped, that gag in your mouth. I’m so fucking hard, looking at you.”

  Her cunt spasmed, her walls tightened as he drove her wild with his words. No one had ever spoken to her that way. He was breaking down her barriers piece by piece with his words and his actions.

  He pressed the tip of the plug against the entrance of her ass. She tensed, fearful of the invasion.

  “Relax.”

  Her muscles went lax at his command.

  The tip stretched her, opened her like a flower. The tight fit and intense pressure made her moan. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Indescribable. Forbidden.

  Jared worried her clit. She gasped, moisture flooded her pussy and he pushed the plug farther, working it into the tight opening.

  “Good girl. Take it. Take it all. This is what being a submissive is about, pleasing your Master.” He pressed his lips to her cunt, ran his wet tongue along her slit. She jerked her hips up against his mouth. “You please me, Tessa.”

  He slid the plug all the way in and she groaned. The tiny frisson of pain was overruled by the intense pleasure flooding her system. It was decadent, hedonistic, having his mouth on her pussy and the plug in her ass.

  She almost came. Almost.

  “Look at me, Tessa.”

  She looked down at him between her thighs, her juices coating his chin. The dark look in his eyes burned all the way to her soul. Its intensity shattered any remnants of doubt, any shadow of fear and panic.

  “You are already submissive. I’ve bound you, gagged you, clamped you. I’ve brought you to the brink. You are mine. Submit to me. Tell me you submit,” he growled and stood, removing her gag.

  She sighed, moved her aching jaw and swallowed the excess saliva. Her throat felt scratchy and sore. He placed a tender kiss on her lips and moved between her thighs once again.

  “Jared.”

  “Submit to me.”

  He thought she was still being stubborn. The scared woman frightened of losing control. Maybe she was, but right now she wanted to give them both a gift, a gift of submission. He’d stripped away her barriers, dug deeper than anyone she’d ever known. She was raw inside, open to this man like never before. She needed to give him what they both desired.

  Locking her gaze to his, she nodded, placing as much conviction in her voice as she could muster given the circumstances. “Yes Sir.”

  If she thought his ministrations had been full force before, she’d been wrong. He attacked her pussy like a hungry man seeking a fine meal. Her Master knew exactly how to make her body hum with pleasure. She reached higher and higher, climbing toward the delicious peak of orgasm she desperately craved.

  When he sucked her clit between his teeth, tugged, repeating the motion he had treated her nipples to, Tessa shot over the edge. Her toes curled, her back bowed. She rose up against the restraints. Her world became a mass of color as wave after orgasmic wave shot through her.

  She was in sexual heaven.

  Jared’s eyes glazed over, watching Tessa in the throes of orgasm. She was beautiful. A perfect, womanly specimen, and he just wanted to eat her up. His heart clenched. He’d never seen a submissive more open and vulnerable than Tessa. She’d given herself to him. He felt invincible, like he could walk through fire.

  He watched her chest heave, rising and falling rapidly as she came down from the blissful peak. Her eyelashes swept open, her pupils dilated before she fixed her gaze to his. A slow, lazy smile appeared on her lips.

  He couldn’t resist leaning down and tasting them. His cock was hard as stone, straining for its own release.

  “Enjoy yourself, slave?”

  She nodded and he chuckled. Poor woman was unable to speak. The thought did wonders for his ego. Waiting for her to recover, he caressed her body, ran his fingertips reverently across her smooth and very slick skin. There was one more thing he had planned before completing the first stage of her submission. His cock jerked in response.

  He toyed with the plug in her ass and gripped the base. It could hurt if she wasn’t prepared. “Ready?”

  “Yes.”

  “Take a deep breath.”

  She did as he asked and he slowly pulled. She hissed.

  He dropped the plug and watched her ass gape and close. “Good girl.”

  Jared flipped the clasps on the restraints. He checked to see if the leather had abraded her skin. The table had been made by one of the best in the business, it was unlikely to have marked her, but he needed to check, to be sure he hadn’t hurt her.

  He hadn’t. She’d given him a gift. She was someone to be cherished and adored.

  Gently, he rubbed her wrists and ankles, getting some circulation back into the joints. She would need to stand up and he didn’t want her in unnecessary pain.

  “That was…” She blushed, the color adding to her already pink cheeks. “Incredible.”

  Jared grinned. “All part of the service, ma’am.”

  She playfully ruffled his hair and he found himself enjoying the leisurely, casual atmosphere. Most of his previous submissives wanted to be in the zone all the time. It wasn’t a problem, but with Tessa he wanted more than to command her. He enjoyed every second spent in her presence. She was a like a drug and he the addict. She’d inserted herself into his life, weaved a spell around his heart.

  Lifting her off the table, he helped settle her balance. She stood in front of him like a wanton siren. His hands rested on her hips. The scent of sex and her subtle perfume clung to their skin. His cock twitched. Her scent drove him
wild.

  “Ready for round two?”

  She contemplated his words and a frown creased her forehead. “I’m good to go, Master.”

  His heart flipped. He loved hearing that word coming from her lips. “Fine.”

  Jared stepped back, raked his gaze hungrily over her naked body. He wanted to tease, to have her so hot for him she panted. He wanted her pussy slick with juice because of his cock.

  Running his hand down his chest to his stomach, he toyed with the waistband of his pants, watching her reaction. Her gaze fixed on his hand. He moved lower, across the tight material stretched over his groin. He palmed his cock, rubbing the entire length of it. It felt so good to finally be receiving some attention. The damn thing had been hard for her since the club.

  Her lips formed a perfect O and he almost came in his pants. He knew exactly what round two was and he wanted it instigated now. “You like watching your Master rub his cock?” He rubbed a few more times, punctuating every word with a firmer caress.

  Tessa swallowed. “Yes.”

  Jared frowned and tilted his head to the side. He wanted to hear her call him Master again. “Yes, what?”

  “Master.”

  “Good girl.”

  Flicking the button on his pants, he gripped the zipper and slowly, oh so slowly, dragged it down. He watched the reactions flash over her face with fascination. Never had he seen a woman so hungry for him. He wanted to beat his chest and scream like a Neanderthal. What the fuck was this woman doing to him?

  Lifting his cock out, he shrugged his pants down. He never wore underwear, especially when he knew he was entertaining a lady. Fisting himself, he ran his hand up and down, up and down, paying special attention to the head. Her gaze fixed on his cock, watching every movement he made.

  Jesus Christ. He twitched, jerked against his palm. Pre-cum oozed from the helmet. He felt like it would pop off at any second. He hadn’t been this aroused since high school. It was Tessa’s fault, her and those hungry eyes.