Mastered: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender

by Opal Carew

  I held the unknown man’s gaze as he sank into the chair next to ours, one hand adjusting the fit of his pants where the swell of his cock was already visible. Alex slid one finger inside me and held it deep.

  “When I’ve got you wet enough, I’m going to take you upstairs strip you naked and leave you in a room full of men just like Mr. Slone here.”

  “What?” I went still.

  “You’ll see.” He chuckled and bit my ear as a wave of shocked, forbidden anticipation thrilled through me. “Did you think this was it, Julia? Me finger fucking you in public?” His thumb circled my clit. “That’s not enough excitement for you, is it?”

  I swallowed hard and he pinched my clit. “Is it Julia?”

  “No,” I writhed on his lap.

  What do you think the men will want from you?”

  “Whatever I’m willing to give them.”

  “Willing? And what if you aren’t willing?”

  “I—” I tried to move on his finger, but he wouldn’t allow it.

  “Tell me the truth and say it loudly so that Mr. Slone can hear you.”

  “I want them to… to fuck me anyway, to make me kneel at their feet and take as much cock as they demand.”

  He added another finger. “Why Julia?”

  “Because I want to be used, to be taken.”

  Out of the corner of my eye I saw another two men and a woman join the group around us. Alex unclipped the front of my bra and then cupped my breast, his thumb on my nipple.

  “Who would like to suck Julia’s tits? She wants it, don’t you?” He squeezed my nipple. “Ask Mr. Slone nicely now.”

  I met the other man’s intent gaze.

  “Please,” I whispered “Will you suck me?”

  He angled his head to consider me. “Isn’t this about what I want and not what you desire?”

  A shudder ran through me. “Yes.”

  “Then you can suck my dick, and then I’m going to come all over your breasts.”

  Almost in a dream, I watched Mr. Slone’s capable fingers unzip his fly and unbutton his pants. I inhaled the scent of pine shower gel and aroused male as he uncovered himself. Everyone in the bar was watching us now, waiting to see what I would do…

  Alex didn’t say a word keeping all four fingers deep in my cunt as I opened my lips and slowly took Mr. Slone’s nice fat cock in my mouth. As I sucked, Alex moved his hand, but never enough to let me come. I just got wetter, the sounds of my pleasure as loud as my sucking.

  Mr. Slone groaned harshly and shoved a hand in my hair drawing me back from his shaft. I watched as he took control of his cock and climaxed, his come covering my breasts and running down my stomach.

  “Stand up, Julia.” Alex lifted me from his lap and I had to clutch onto his arm for support. He carefully did up the buttons of my dress and walked me toward the stairs. The others all followed him as we moved through to a different part of the club.

  I was trembling. The scent of my own arousal mixed with the come of the unknown Mr. Slone. I felt dirty, I felt sexy as hell. I felt powerful…

  Alex took me through into what looked like the lounge bar of a sports club. There were T.V.’s high on the walls, a bar against the back corner and men…men everywhere lounging on the leather couches and chairs. I didn’t even try and count past five as my excitement level increased.

  He walked me into the center of the room and unbuttoned my dress until it fell to the floor. At his command, I stepped out of my shoes and then my panties while he unhooked my bra. Some of the men glanced at me as I undressed, others ignored me completely. My nipples were two hard peaks and the wetness of Mr. Slone’s come had reached my sex the scent mingling with the rise of my own desire.

  Alex nodded at one of the waiters to gather up my clothes.

  “I’ll see you later, Julia.” He nodded at a camera in the top corner of the room. “I’ll keep an eye on you from the control room.”

  I was torn between wanting him to stay close by and watch me, and my desire to show him that I could manage all these men and still satisfy him afterward.

  “It’s your fantasy, love.” Alex lifted my chin and stared into my eyes, his own quietly amused. “If you don’t think you’re up for it, then tell me and I’ll end it now.”

  I held his gaze. “I want this.”

  He kissed my forehead. “Then enjoy. I can’t wait to watch you.”

  I stood quietly within the circle of men as he walked away. Someone snapped their fingers and I turned toward the sound. Part of me couldn’t believe what I was about to do; the rest of me couldn’t wait to get on with it. It really was as if Alex had brought my favorite fantasy to life. A group of three men were seated on the leather couch directly behind me. I walked over to them and the man in the center pointed at the floor and then at his groin.

  “Kneel down and suck my dick.”

  I sank down to the carpet and carefully unzipped his belt and pants to gain access to the swell of his cock. As I bent my head and began sucking, a hand clamped over my ass cheek, fingers sliding inward to the lush heat between my legs. I moaned around the cock as fingers stretched me wide, pumping in and out, making me widen my stance to take every thrust.

  More hands on my breasts, pinching and fondling until I sucked even faster, aware that those other hands would want more, would demand more of me and that I couldn’t wait to give it. It was erotic, it was fascinating—all those different skin textures, tastes and shapes to feast on and to arouse…

  I moaned as I was lifted onto the couch, my lips still sucking one shaft as another cock slid between my legs from behind and started to fuck me. Soon I forgot everything but the sensation of being filled and used by so many men that I gave up counting and just focused on making them climax and coming constantly myself. I was so turned on, so wet, so desperate that I begged for it, I demanded more and I gave each man everything I had.

  Time stilled as they continued to pass me between them, each man blurring into the next as they fucked and fondled me until it hurt to climax and my cunt and ass were raw with repeated use.

  “She’s so fucking open,” one of the men muttered as I sucked his shaft. “I bet she’d take two cocks or a fist now.”

  “Let’s do it.”

  I was rotated onto my back and realized I was lying on the couch again. All the men remained clothed, I was the only one naked. Mr. Slone lay down behind me, grasped me around the waist and brought me down over his cock and then drew me backward to lie on top of him. Another man, a blond I didn’t remember, kneeled between our splayed knees and lubed up his cock before carefully sliding it right alongside Mr. Slone’s.

  I screamed as he eased inward, widening me beyond what I’d thought was possible and I came hard making both of the men growl.

  “How many more?” Mr. Slone demanded. “What about her mouth? Can you take two men there as well, darlin’?”

  I opened my mouth.

  God, yes, I could cram two thick cockheads in there even if I couldn’t take them deep. My mouth and cunt were stretched so wide, pre-cum ran down my chin as I licked and sucked at the cocks and tightened my inner muscles as much as I could on the two buried lengths.

  “More,” the blond begged hoarsely. “One more in her ass?”

  “Complicated.” Mr. Slone grunted. “What about if I ease her hips forward? Could someone get in beside you?”

  He grabbed my hips and changed the angle of his penetration lifting my ass clear from the cradle of his body. The blond groaned and shifted as well allowing another man to press his well-lubed cock to the pucker of my ass.

  And then it was all too much, and I came so hard I yelled and writhed around all the cocks penetrating and impaling me., setting off a series of reactions that led to my body being held between all the men in a vise-like grip as they used me to come.

  When they eventually disentangled themselves and all pulled out, I lay back on the couch gasping for breath, my heart racing my mind in a place I’d never been before
, full of white-hot pleasure and a sense that I’d never feel the same again.

  A door opened somewhere and several of the men who’d fucked me left the room. I stayed where I was, my mind detached, my body still suffering aftershocks from the overload of sensation.

  “Julia.”

  I opened my eyes to see Alex sitting opposite me. He still wore his immaculate suit and looked as untouched and inscrutable as ever. His blue gaze traveled down over my hard nipples and come-covered skin to my still splayed legs.

  “You look well used.” Alex said.

  I managed to nod.

  He undid his pants. “Suck me.”

  It was an effort to roll over onto all fours and crawl the short distance to where he sat, but I was determined to manage it. My mouth was sore from sucking so much cock and my body shuddered and resisted every stroke of his fingers over my well-used ass and cunt.

  He came down my throat and I swallowed frantically trying to keep my lips sealed around his shaft and failing miserably. I panted as he zipped himself up and held out his hand.

  “Come.”

  I was still naked but no one offered me my clothes. I had no choice but to stand up on my shaky legs and follow him. He took me through a different route that didn’t lead past the bar, and into a suite, which I knew was his because it smelled like lemon aftershave with a hint of bergamot.

  Without a word, he led me through to the bathroom and put on the luxurious marble shower, watching through the glass as I obediently soaped and cleaned my well-used body. When I shut the water off, he opened the door and handed me a thick, white robe.

  My hair was short and fine enough to dry by itself so I tied the sash of the robe and followed him back into the bedroom. He sat down on one of the two white leather chairs and patted the seat. He’d made tea for himself and a pitcher of iced water also sat on the coffee table.

  “Sit.”

  I sank into the chair and he put his arm around my shoulders making me bury my face against the curve of his neck. He let me stay like that for a long while…

  “Would you like to watch yourself? I have the security footage.”

  I opened my eyes and risked a glance at him. “Only if you can swear you’re not going to make me a sex tape to say thank you.”

  “I wouldn’t do that.” His mouth quirked up at one corner. “And I’m glad to hear that your unique sense of humor is still intact.”

  I pulled a little away from him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

  He regarded me intently. “Because you just fucked a room full of men.”

  “It was…” I shivered. “Incredible.”

  “A lot of people hate it when they achieve their dreams.”

  “Not me.” I returned his stare. “Are you waiting for me to feel ashamed of myself or something?”

  “I’d hate it if you did.”

  “Good, because I’m not ashamed of a single thing.”

  He clicked on the remote, and an image of me standing naked appeared on the screen.

  “My ass looks big.” I commented.

  “Your arse is fine. Why are women so critical of themselves? I don’t think a single man in that room was thinking that.”

  We both watched as I went down on my knees in front of the first group of men. It was interesting seeing myself like this, the way my body swayed toward the men, the intensity of their glances as I allowed them free use of my sex.

  “I got so fucking hard watching you,” Alex murmured. “I had to jack myself off at one point.”

  “Which point?”

  “When there were five of them in you.” He shook his head. “Dear God, woman, it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I smiled against his shoulder as my body relaxed into his. I’d never imagined watching myself fuck before, let alone enjoying watching it with an aroused man by my side.

  “This turns you on more than I do, doesn’t it?” I asked Alex.

  “No.” He drew me carefully into his lap, my sore ass now pressed against the iron-hard length of his cock. “Giving you what you want turned me on.”

  We watched in silence as, on screen, I made my way around the room being passed from man to man, my body slick with come, my mouth swollen from sucking cock and my nipples hard. When I saw myself surrounded and impaled by all five men I wiggled my ass against Alex’s cock and his grip around my waist tightened.

  “Do you like this, Julia? Seeing yourself used by five cocks?”

  I licked my lips and nodded, my gaze riveted on the frozen image of my face.

  With a smooth motion, Alex stood up with me in his arms and strode toward the bedroom.

  “And now I get to fuck you all by myself.”

  He laid me on the black silk comforter and undid the sash of my robe, spreading it wide and releasing my arms from the sleeves. For a long moment he just stared down at my well-fucked body.

  “Are you sore Julia?”

  “Yes.”

  He pushed my knees wide and studied my swollen sex. “After all that cock, you’ll hardly feel me.”

  I tentatively squeezed my internal muscles. “God, yes I will.”

  “But you’ll take me anyway.” He stripped off with swift economical movements, his gaze never straying from my trembling body. “I want my come in you, so that you remember who you belong to.”

  “Belong to?” I barely had the energy to speak.

  “You’re mine and you know it.” He climbed onto the bed, one hand wrapped around his impressive erection. “You wouldn’t let any other man fuck you right now, would you?”

  “No,” I moaned as he pressed the thick crown of his cock against my swollen pussy lips. “God, I can’t…”

  “Yes you can.” He remained still over me, his cool blue gaze locked on mine. “Tell me to fuck you, Julia. Tell me you want it just how I want it.”

  I licked my lips and stared into his eyes aware of both his detachment and his desire and equally turned on by both of them.

  “Please fuck me, Alex,” I whispered. “Make me yours.”

  With exquisite care he bent forward and kissed my swollen lips with his mouth while his cock parted my even more swollen pussy lips. I sucked in a breath as he slid inward and he soothed me with his kisses, his hands busy on my body, lifting me into the thrust of his slow penetration.

  God, I didn’t want to come again, but I had no choice. His body gave me no choice. He held himself deep and still as a climax rolled over me in long pulses that left me wrung out and gasping.

  He touched my cheek. “Don’t cry.”

  “I can’t help it,” I whispered. “You helped me achieve one of my ultimate fantasies tonight.”

  “And mine. Watching you, knowing that I was going to have you afterward was…amazing.” He thrust one last time and came deep inside me before slowly pulling out. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back and drew me against his side. “Don’t shower yet, I like you full of my come.”

  I barely managed a sound before sleep crashed over me and I gave myself up to the surprisingly secure feel of his arms around me.

  Chapter Five

  When I woke up, I was alone and for a moment, I struggled to remember exactly where I was. As soon as I tried to move, my body reminded me of the previous night’s excesses and it all came flooding back. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Flooding was a good word. Alex’s come was sliding down the inside of my thigh…

  With some care, I went into the large bathroom and had a long hot shower. I put the fluffy bathrobe on and roughly dried my hair before heading out into the kitchen and dining area of the apartment. I smiled as I noticed my image still on the T.V. screen and the back of Alex’s head as he watched the footage.

  “I thought you’d have seen enough of that by now.” I joked and then went still as the man turned around. “Damn. You’re not Alex, are you?”

  “No, I’m his twin brother, Kyle. I run this place.”

  “And that gives you the right to walk into yo
ur brother’s private apartment without knocking?”

  His eyebrow flew up in the same way his brother’s did. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here. I assumed Alex would’ve paid you for your awesome acting and sent you back to wherever he found you.”

  “Acting?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I beg your pardon?”

  “No offense, but that?” He gestured at the screen. “Is the kind of acting rarely seen outside a porno movie.”

  “Really.”

  Something about my tone must have registered because he shoved a hand through his black hair and grimaced. “I’m sorry, I’m coming across as incredibly rude. I don’t mean to be. I’m annoyed at Alex for dragging you into this.”

  “Into what?”

  “His insistence that we need to cater to women’s sexual fantasies as well as men’s.”

  “So you think he paid me to act like that to prove a point to you?” The outside door to the apartment opened and closed and I turned to see Alex coming through the door carrying a tray of coffee and pastries. His expression darkened as he saw his brother.

  “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

  “Talking to your actress friend.”

  I directed my glare at Alex. “Apparently your brother is under the impression that I’m some kind of porn star you paid to pretend to enjoy having sex with lots of men, because apparently real women wouldn’t do that.”

  Alex set down the two cups on the countertop. “Oh shit.”

  “Exactly.” I smiled at the two men cataloguing their similarities along with their differences. “I’m Dr. Julia Reed, by the way, Mr. Logan. I work at Silversmith ER in the gold country. You can check up on me if you like.”

  He groaned. “Dr. Reed, I’m—”

  I interrupted Kyle with an imperious wave of my hand. “Don’t bother to apologize. I just want to say this, and then I’m leaving.” I fixed him with my most intimidating stare. “Those fantasies of fucking lots of men? Your brother was right. Lots of women have them, including me. I loved every fucking minute. So you can stuff your antiquated notions about what nice girls do up your ass and swivel on it.”

  Keeping my head high and powered by rage, I went back into the bedroom and found my dress and wrap. If I’d thought to bring any of my own clothes I would’ve put them on and left Alex’s gifts in the trash. Or maybe set fire to them. Or him and his twin,