Lawyers in Love 03 Mastered

by Ann Jacobs

  In slow motion, He unbuttoned the white dress shirt that stood in stark contrast with His satiny, swarthy skin. Powerful muscles rippled in His chest and across His flat, hard belly when He shrugged the garment off and reached for His belt.

  Would He use that belt on her upthrust ass?

  No, it seemed that wasn’t in His plan, because He tossed it away and stepped out of His shoes. Deck shoes, she noticed, worn without socks. Not black but buttery tan, like the khaki pants now slithering down His hard-muscled thighs to reveal the heavy leather jock she’d freed His cock from an hour earlier so He could fuck her along that deserted road near I-75.

  Her mouth watered at the sight of that bulging black codpiece, the narrow straps that ringed His muscular thighs and held the leather snugly to His satin-smooth groin. Eagerly, she waited, but He made no move to take off the jock or loosen the codpiece and free His huge, delicious cock and balls.

  Instead He moved behind her and adjusted the height of the swing once more before bending over her and running His agile tongue beneath the lower edge of her collar.

  Reminded of His possession, her helplessness, Sandra soaked in each sexually charged touch of His tongue, each moist warm breath He exhaled along the sensitive flesh in the center of her spine. The light, arousing sensation of His callused fingertips exploring the hills and valleys of her widely spread thighs and calves. Slowly, as if savoring this exploration of His new possession, He ran His hands up her thighs, over the swing that cradled her belly, until they cupped her hanging breasts.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, sliding the pads of His thumbs over her aching nipples with exquisite gentleness. “I love the taste of you,” He added, taking a long, arousing swipe down her back with His satiny tongue. When He sank His teeth into her buttocks then soothed each love bite with a languorous lick, her cunt gushed fresh juices over the barrier that shielded her pierced clit.

  He bent further and traced sensuous circles around her anus with His velvet-soft tongue. When He stopped and stepped away, she barely held back a yelp of frustration.

  * * * * *

  So beautiful. So helpless. So his.

  His black collar stood out starkly against the pale olive tone of her satiny skin. Her breasts hung down, lush rose-tipped mounds begging for more attention from his hands and mouth. Between her stretched-open labia the tiny ruby in her new clit ring winked at him through the plastic barrier shield.

  He could hardly wait for the piercing to heal so he could suck and lick and nibble that sensitive little bundle of sexual pleasure to his heart’s content. But the brief denial would be worth it—and not only to proclaim his ownership. Sandy’s clit was made to be adorned, so sensitive and responsive even to the piercer’s cruel needle. His mouth had watered, he’d wanted so much to lick away the honey he’d seen gushing from her cunt at the moment she’d been pierced.

  Rocky ripped open his codpiece, leaving his cock and balls free but for the snug leather cock ring that held the jock firmly to his groin. The lubricated condom he slid over his heated flesh did nothing to restrain the urgency in his tortured balls—the compulsion to mark Sandy his in every way.

  “Fuck me, Master. Please fuck me now,” she whimpered, her pink tongue darting out between lips swollen from his kisses as her gaze focused on the reflection of his rampant erection.

  He picked a tube of lubricant from his bag of toys and smeared some of its contents over his sheathed cock, never diverting his eyes from hers. “I’m going to fuck your pretty ass. But first…”

  Fuck if he didn’t want to own not only her body but her soul. Stake his claim and spill his cream in her cunt, her mouth, her ass. “I’m going to make you come like you’ve never come before. And I’m going to do it without inflicting the slightest damage on your delectable flesh. After all, why would a master want to hurt his most precious possession?”

  After setting the tube of lubricant on the floor behind her, he sank to his knees, dipped his head to her glistening slit while he reached under her and cupped both breasts. Pulling lightly on the nipples, he lapped droplets of the love juices that seeped from her cunt. Her sheathed clit throbbed against his lower lip, and she squirmed, as if to make her newly pierced flesh more accessible to his seeking mouth.

  “Oh, God yes!” She dipped her head and caught two of his fingers in her mouth when he offered them. As though they were his cock, she licked and sucked and swirled her tongue around, all the time rubbing her sopping cunt against his face, bathing him in her juices, driving him wild to fuck her until she’d wrung out every drop of semen from his swollen, aching balls. For a minute he felt guilty that he’d sent the piercer away instead of inviting him to join in the fun—but only for a minute.

  He really did want her all to himself.

  Tenderly he licked her slit, angling his head so his tongue could slide inside her sopping cunt. So he could ring the puckered opening to her ass, readying it for his cock.

  “Please fuck me, Master. Put your big hard cock inside my cunt again and let me come.” Vibrations from her throat tickled his fingers when she made her anguished plea.

  “Relax, baby. Your cunt’s off limits for a few days. But this tight hole’s fair game. You’re gonna love it,” he murmured against her puckered rear end. Then he tongued her again, circling until suddenly he plunged the tip of his tongue inside the tiny opening. Standing, he reached for the tube of lubricant and smeared more of it over his sheathed erection.

  His eyes glowed with hot desire when He met her reflected gaze. The deliberate stroking of the slick stuff over His jutting cock filled Sandra with fear—and delicious anticipation of the pleasure-pain she sensed was coming.

  Her pussy clenched and gushed more honey when she felt Him ring her anus with a gentle finger dripping the same slick, wet lubricant he’d smeared over the massive length of his cock. Involuntarily her flesh tightened when he began to insert that finger slowly, reminding her that soon he’d stuff that tight, ungiving hole with the huge glistening shaft that jutted proudly from his buff, hairless body. Reflected at her from the mirrors on three sides of the room, that long, thick weapon seemed more formidable accentuated by the tight cock ring built into his black leather jock.

  Her mouth went dry. The smell of sex filled her nostrils. Reflections of her, hanging helpless to His desire, and of Him preparing to fuck her, had her cunt dripping its juices over her throbbing clit and onto the mirrored floor. Her breasts tingled and the nipples jutted forward like tiny cocks seeking…

  “Oh, yesss.” He’d opened her, lubricated her, preparing her ass for His cock with His big, callused fingers. His ringed cockhead now pressed bluntly at her anus, its pressure slow, steady, insistent. With one hand He milked His cock. With the other, He stroked along her hot, wet slit, around her cunt and lower, to brush ever so softly against her swollen clit. “Please, Master. Make me come now, before I die.”

  “Easy,” He murmured when she tried to rear back and give what He apparently was not yet ready to take. “Feel my ring in your clit. Imagine me sucking it when the piercing heals. It’s going to feel good. So fucking good you’ll wonder why you didn’t pierce that jewel years ago.” He paused, pressing a little harder against her anal sphincter when she started to whimper and moan. “Relax, baby. Take a couple of deep breaths. When you do, I’m going to slide my cock up your pretty ass.”

  “Oh, yesss. That feels good. So-oo good. Please, Master, fuck me now. Fuck my ass.”

  He was so big, so hot. She gasped when He pressed beyond her anal sphincter, certain He’d split her apart. The white-hot pain shot through her, followed by another wave of intense pleasure when He grasped her breasts and squeezed them in His big, strong hands.

  “Open up, baby. You can take me. Damn, but your ass is tight.” With each slow stroke He sank His rock-hard cock deeper. Her cunt constricted as though protesting its emptiness, and her clit swelled more against the incredibly arousing little ring.

  With each slow, rhythmic stroke pain g
ave way to a delicious sense of fullness that began a chain reaction of erotic sensation. Sensations that careened from cell to cell, one after the other bursting into shards of pleasure that went on and on and on.

  When she shattered, He buried His cock to the balls and let go, the jerking spasms of His climax feeding hers. Only much later when they lay in the big bed along one wall of the mirrored salon and she ran her pierced tongue lazily along the length of His satiny cock did she think about the lingering soreness–and marvel that she’d managed to take all twelve glorious inches of Him up her ass.

  Chapter Five

  Rocky woke the next morning, his hard-on nestled in the crack of Sandy’s butt. A brisk breeze outside rocked the boat, reminded him where they were and that he’d planned more for this weekend than a fuckfest. He needed to get his ass up and get underway, because he had no intention of letting his new slave escape on the grounds of needing to get work done.

  Neptune’s Dungeon moved along lazily in the chilly water of the Gulf, operating on autopilot while Rocky brewed coffee and set out doughnuts and some fruit for them to nibble on while they talked.

  And talk they would. Now that he’d found his soulmate, he had no intention of letting her go. Or letting work interfere—his or hers.

  He reached inside his sweat pants and rubbed at the base of his cock and balls, making a mental note to toss that jock or have a leather craftsman he knew adjust the fit. Later on when they went back to his place in Tampa, he’d join Sandy in a steaming hot shower. Meanwhile maybe he’d have her soothe the raw spots with the pierced tongue that had first clued him in on her secret sexual appetites.

  She was sleeping like a baby, curled up on her side with her knees pulled up against her beautiful breasts and her wet, rosy pussy exposed to his gaze. His collar stood out starkly against the creamy paleness of her neck, the attached leash loosely looped around a bolt in the mirrored wall.

  “Time to get up,” he said, bending down and unfastening the leash. Unable to resist tasting her again, he swiped his tongue along the small of her back and into the valley between her luscious ass cheeks. “We need to talk.”

  “All right, Master.” Her sleepy voice reminded him of sex. Hell, everything about her reminded him of sex now that their preferences were up-front and they’d escaped the blunting cloak of civilized society.

  She rolled over and came up on her knees, clasping her hands behind her back. Images of her downcast eyes and the vulnerable curve of her neck and back were reflected at him from all around the mirrored room while he looked directly on her upthrust breasts and the curtain of silky black hair that hung down and obscured most of her face.

  Apparently her old master had trained her well. Jealousy bubbled up in Rocky—along with the unprecedented desire that this slave should belong to him and only him not only now and in the future, but in her past as well.

  “Let’s put this on you so you can come above,” he growled as he draped an old silk robe over her shoulders.

  It took all his patience, all his resolve, to resist tasting her swollen clit after he’d peeled off the plastic protective shield and eased an egg-shaped dildo into her very tempting cunt. Feeling deprived but determined they’d have the talk that should have happened before he’d ringed and collared her, he belted the concealing robe around her lush, submissive body and ordered her to come on deck.

  * * * * *

  From topside, Neptune’s Dungeon looked like any other rich man’s toy, Sandra thought once she’d gotten a good look at the gleaming white deck and mahogany fittings on what she guessed must have been an old but well-kept motor yacht. Its engine’s purr and the slapping sound of gentle waves punctuated the silence of a glassy-smooth sea.

  She liked the isolation…the feeling of oneness with her Master in a vast, watery playpen. The delicious invasion of His ring that pierced her clit, the gentle rolling of the deck accentuating every sensation within that little nub of nerves. Even the slide of His silk robe against her breasts and belly made her cunt throb and drip hot slick juices along her smooth slit and down one trembling thigh.

  Standing at the helm, His strong hands on the spokes of the boat’s wheel, He looked like any other boater out for a day cruise on the Gulf, buttressed against the chilly March winds by soft burgundy sweats. A black stocking cap concealed His shaved head, and only the sun’s reflection off the discreet silver stud in His left ear hinted that He might be other than a plain-vanilla businessman, doctor, or lawyer out playing with His toy.

  Actually, Sandra thought, He was out playing with His toy. Her. And that thought made her hotter and wetter. His collar chafed her chin when she turned her head to get a better look at a sailboat in the distance.

  “Don’t worry. They’re too far away to see us,” Rocky said, pointing to the deck beneath his feet. “Kneel here.”

  No one would mistake the glittering lust in His dark eyes for plain-vanilla anything. He projected dark desire, sexual control…and something more. Something she feared.

  Her old master had only wanted her body for his pleasure, her pain. He hadn’t loved her—and he’d expected the sort of subservient commitment that was physical, superficial, never asking her to engage any deeper emotions. She wasn’t certain he’d possessed any emotions other than that carefully disciplined sadism that had once excited her so.

  Perhaps that’s why she’d accepted her old master’s desire for degradation as part of her subservience. He’d satisfied her sexually without demanding her heart.

  She feared Rocky wanted to own not only her body, but also her soul. And she was very much afraid that if she gave in to His demands there would be nothing left of Sandra Giancone because He would be so easy to surrender to without reserve. To love.

  She dared not surrender all. Yet her cunt spasmed and her clit swelled and hardened against His ring, demanding that she accept Him and immerse her whole being in the pleasure only He could give.

  Steeling herself not to give in to any demands beyond those of His sex and hers, she sank to her knees and clasped her hands behind her back, lowering her gaze to His scuffed deck shoes while she awaited His further orders.

  “Look at me.”

  Damn it, she wanted to obey Him. Wanted to be not only his sex submissive but His total slave. Yet she needed to maintain some control…some say in how she lived her life, some say in deciding what she would and wouldn’t relinquish in order to accede to His domination—His mastery.

  His callused fingers clasped her chin, tilted her head back until she had no choice but to look Him in the eye. “I’m going to talk. You’re going to listen. You may look at me or amuse yourself by tickling me with this.”

  Glittering in the morning sunshine, a silver vibrating tongue ring lay in His big hand. Something she’d never tried…but which make her mouth water in anticipation of using it. Using it on His cock, she’d set up a vibration in His cockhead by tangling it with His PA ring. She imagined the sensation would drive them both wild.

  She wanted to…she thought she felt her tongue swelling with anticipation. “May I please lick Your cock and balls, Master?”

  “Give me your tongue.”

  Keeping eye contact with Him, she stuck out her tongue, enjoying the slight pressure of His fingers on its sensitive tip as He replaced her barbell with His tiny electronic toy and set it in motion. Then He slid His hand inside the fly of His sweat pants and drew out His jewels.

  Already half-erect, His cock beckoned her and she rose to pay it homage, but now she wanted to taste His satiny scrotum. She tongued it with long, slow strokes, pausing every now and then to suck His testicles into her mouth and play with them one at the time. Strange yet pleasantly arousing, the vibrations from the tongue ring spread to her nipples and clit and deep inside her ass and cunt even as they apparently stimulated Him to full, mouthwatering arousal. In her excitement she nearly lost her balance, but she dared not move her hands from behind her back. It surprised her when He very gently steadied her.


  “Because you wear my collar, it’s my duty to serve you as fully as it’s your job to serve me,” He said, His tone implying a mild rebuke. “You don’t have to ask if you need something. And you don’t need to maintain that posture if it’s making you uncomfortable. Steady your hands on my legs or ass, whichever is more comfortable for you.”

  Hesitating for a moment, for she feared He might have been playing mind games the way her old Master used to do sometimes, she unclasped her hands and brought her arms around. She made a special effort to keep her head still and continue swirling her vibrating tongue over His balls while grasping His muscular thighs through the soft cotton of His sweats.

  Half-expecting a sharp yank on her hair or a painful swat on some sensitive spot, she raised her head further and began to lick the long, hard column of His shaft. The slight pressure of His hand tunneling into her hair and stroking the sensitive hollow at the nape of her neck shocked her with its tenderness…aroused her even more than the vibrating stimuli in her tongue and cunt.

  When He spoke, His deep, quiet voice poured over her like honey. “I’m a dom. A master. I like being in control, giving you everything you need in the way of sexual pleasure. But baby, I’ll never harm you. And I’ll never lift a hand to you in anger. I’ll never hurt you at all unless you beg me to.

  “But I’m forty-two years old. I discovered not too long ago that I want more now than wild, kinky sex with a woman who’s into submission. I want a woman I can care for. Love. I want you. Hell, I’ve wanted you before I dreamed you’d ever let me fuck you, much less that you’d be hiding the soul of a slave under that armor of control you wear. Sandy, I want you twenty-four, seven. Always. I want the right to come in your office and kiss you in front of Harper Wells and everybody who works there. Damn it, I don’t want what’s between us to be just this.” Suddenly He lifted her head until she had no choice but to look into His eyes.