“I said relax, Anna.”
“I can’t.”
Jensen dipped his head, his lips finding her pussy, tongue stroking her clit. Pleasure flickered along her nerve endings. He continued to pull the plug as he licked her clit. The pressure within her ass morphed from scary and painful to pleasure-pain.
“Master,” she moaned. “May I come?”
He lifted his head and slid two fingers into her pussy. “No.” He yanked the plug out.
Anna screamed, biting the duvet. Master Jensen continued to work his fingers in her pussy. Sensation rolled through her—she couldn’t define it as good or bad. It simply was.
Jensen rolled her onto her back, pushed her legs apart. “Spread for me,” he demanded.
Anna spread her legs open, pulling her knees up. “Master, please fuck me.”
He came down over her, his big body crowding her, his chest close enough that her nipples brushed him, but he held the weight of his body off her with his arms. His cock slid into her, full and thick, filling her in the way she needed, the way she craved. Anna wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as if her sanity depended on it.
Often, it did.
His breath was heavy on her neck, his chin rough against hers. They clung to one another. It was the most basic kind of sex—just two people and their desire—and yet at the end of a long evening of play, it was the most important, the most meaningful.
“Master,” she whispered, unable to say more.
“Come,” he groaned, thrusts hard and fast as his orgasm approached.
Anna gasped as she came, her pussy and lower belly muscles clamping down, making Jensen’s cock feel even bigger inside her. He groaned, holding himself deep inside her as he came.
Jensen rolled over, pulling Anna onto his chest. “We’re done for now.”
Burying her face against him, Anna started to sob.
“It’s okay, love.” He sat up, back against the headboard, and cradled her on his lap.
Anna gave in to the overwhelming feelings. It was always like this for her after a powerful scene—she wasn’t sad, or in pain. Sometimes the physical pleasure of sex and orgasm wasn’t enough to release the emotions that had built up in her, so she cried. She’d spent her adult life learning to lock down her feelings. Only here did she allow herself to laugh and cry when she felt like it, without stopping to analyze or consider the ramifications. Master Jensen didn’t ask her what was wrong, didn’t tell her to stop crying. He knew her, knew she needed this as much as she needed his hands on her body.
As her sobs quieted, he slipped from the bed, carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, testing the water before getting in and pulling her in after him. He washed her until she was able to take the soap and do it herself. He didn’t leave—he stayed with her in the warmth, occasionally touching her, but never in a sexual way. She washed his back as he scrubbed his hands through his hair. Once they were done, they toweled each other dry.
Jensen held a robe for her and she slipped into it.
“I’ll give you a few minutes.” He motioned to the vanity, where her toiletry bags rested.
“Thank you.”
“Anna?”
“Yes?”
“When you come out, we start again.”
Anna opened her mouth, then closed it, dropping her gaze.
“I know, normally we’d stop for the night. This time is different.”
“Yes,” she agreed. It was different.
He took her hand and kissed her palm. “Have fun doing…whatever that is.” He motioned vaguely to the vanity.
Anna rolled her eyes and took a seat. Jensen grunted as she started pulling out bottles, then left the bathroom. Anna moisturized, taking her time with her nightly beauty routine, all while being careful not to think about what would happen when she left the bathroom.
When she was done, she shed the robe and walked out.
Jensen was waiting for her. He’d pulled on a pair of silk sleep pants. She knew he’d prefer fleece or plaid flannel, but he’d given in to her looks of disgust and upgraded. With his arms crossed over his muscled chest he looked like a sultan waiting for a harem girl.
When she was close he pulled her in for a long kiss. She slid her fingers into his still-damp hair, loving the feel of it, relishing in the freedom to touch him.
“We need to sleep,” he said as they broke apart. “I have plans for tomorrow.”
“You said we were starting again.”
“We are.” He motioned to the bed.
Lying on the white duvet were two long, black pieces of leather. Anna looked from them to Master Jensen.
“Bondage sleeves,” he said in answer to her unspoken question. “They’re a variety of arm binding. I figured you’d want to try more than one type.”
“I’d want to try more than one?”
“I’m just thinking of you, love.”
Anna raised one brow.
Jensen grinned, totally unrepentant. “Right arm.”
He slid the sleeve onto her, then started to tighten it. The leather was smooth on the inside, and covered her from above her biceps to her palm. Her fingers were free, but a wide strap went around her palm, locking the sleeve in place with her thumb pressed against her hand, almost like a fingerless mitten. Laces ran up the side, allowing it to be tightened. Jensen adjusted it until it was snug, but not tight. The leather was thick and stiff, and she could bend her elbow only a little bit. Buckles around her wrist, elbow and upper arm made sure she couldn’t slip it off.
Anna’s breath caught when he was done with it. If she’d seen another sub wearing this, she would have assumed it was decorative more than functional, but it felt like he’d wrapped her in rope. Though it wasn’t restrictive, it was holding her, owning her. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to bend her arm, the one thing she couldn’t do.
“How does it feel?”
“It’s strange. I didn’t think it would make me feel like this.”
“Explain.” He started to work the second sleeve onto her free arm.
Anna fought the urge to back away. “It’s big, and heavy. I can’t bend my elbow. I didn’t think it would make me feel so…so owned.”
“Owned?” He paused to cup her chin and kissed her hard and fast. “You’re damned right, you’re owned.”
Anna smiled and dipped her head, submitting as Jensen finished lacing her other arm up. Once he was done, he added padded restraints to her ankles and thighs.
“Okay, into bed.” He threw back the covers.
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t sleep like this.”
“You’re going to.”
Anna sat, the thick cuffs around her thighs rubbing each other. She lay flat on her back, her heavy arms resting at her sides.
Jensen climbed in beside her.
“I can’t move,” she said.
“Maybe I’ll get some sleep.”
“You always sleep.”
“Only because I can sleep though a beating. You punched me in the kidney last week.”
Anna choked back a laugh. “I did not.”
“You’re the most restless sleeper I ever met.” He looped the straps that dangled from the ends of the sleeves through the “D” rings in the cuffs on her thighs.
“So I have to stay like this all night?”
“No. I’m not fastening the straps. They will pull free if you work at it, so you can change position. However, every time I wake up I’ll strap you in again.”
Anna had slept in restraints before. It hadn’t made her feel much besides stiff and slightly irritated—she did like to move around in her sleep. But that was before Jensen. As he turned out the lights and pulled the covers over them, her body started to tingle. Her nipples were stiff, rubbing against the sheet. Her pussy started to throb. She held still, tried to calm her mind, to relax, but sleep wouldn’t come.
“Master?”
He grunted.
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nbsp; “I can’t sleep.”
“Are your arms okay? Anna you have to tell me if it’s too tight.” He touched her fingers, checking to make sure they were still warm. If the sleeves were too tight they would restrict circulation to her fingers, which would get cold.
“My arms are okay.”
“What is it?”
“I’m…I’m…” Anna was at a loss for words. She wouldn’t have had any trouble telling him she was aroused in the heat of a scene, but somehow lying here, helpless, made it seem like a strange thing to say.
After a moment of silence, his hand slid from hers, across her belly to the mound of her sex. Anna parted her legs. He dipped his fingers in.
“You’re soaked. I didn’t think you liked overnight bondage.”
“I don’t.”
“Really?” He rubbed her clit and Anna arched up off the bed.
Master Jensen cupped her pussy, his palm over her mound, two fingers nestled between the lips of her sex, the others alongside the outer lips. He dragged his pillow next to hers, and lay down on his side. “Go to sleep, Anna.”
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
Within minutes Jensen was asleep, his hand cupping her sex. It was a long time before Anna joined him.
Anna jerked awake. She’d tried to roll over, but her legs wouldn’t straighten out. After a minute of maneuvering, she realized that at some point she’d curled up, and Jensen had attached the straps from the sleeves to the ankle restraints, essentially hogtying her.
He was sleeping beside her, lying on his back with his head turned away. She tugged until the straps slipped free and she was able to straighten her legs. Lying on her back she stared at the ceiling.
Quiet mornings were hard for her—they allowed for too much thinking. Anna usually fell into bed exhausted at night, so mornings were when her mind raced. It didn’t help that she’d been in the middle of a bad dream, the same one she’d had for years.
In the dream, she was sitting in a stiff plastic chair in a waiting room. That was the whole dream—waiting. Waiting for news, waiting for her heart to break.
Anna closed her eyes, willing away the memory, and the accompanying feelings. She was here now, getting what she needed. Jensen was right beside her.
But she could still remember the smell of that waiting room—coffee and old paper. She’d sat in a plastic chair until her legs went numb. She’d lied to get in there, saying she was the soldier’s fiancée, instead of his ex-girlfriend. She’d been in her final year of law school at the time and she couldn’t help but run through the ramifications if she were caught lying to the US Army. Eighteen hours after she’d gotten the terrifying phone call, and fifteen since she’d arrived at the base, a trim woman in a frumpy suit had stopped in to tell her that the boy she loved was alive. She’d pressed her hands over her face and sobbed, finally pulling herself together enough to ask when she’d be able to see him.
They were college sweethearts who’d carried their relationship over as he went off to the army, fulfilling his ROTC obligation. She’d worked at a non-profit for a year after graduation before starting law school. He’d come back from his first tour tired and bitter, mumbling about shitty equipment and even shittier maintenance plans. She’d listened, but hadn’t really heard, too wrapped up in the drama of her first year of law school. Over the course of the next year, they’d grown apart. Anna had slipped into the polished, wealthy world of law, while the boy she loved struggled and slogged through war zones, piloting helicopters.
The last time she’d seen him she’d dragged him to a cocktail party, despite the fact that he was due back at the base early the next morning. The firm she wanted to work for was hosting the party, and she needed to make an impression if she was going to land the all-important summer internship. She’d wanted to show off her handsome US Army Lieutenant. In the world of trim lawyers he was a gladiator, his height and imposing physique making him seem like a god among mortals.
He’d been quiet and standoffish, finally telling someone point blank that the thing they were talking about was stupid. The night had ended with them screaming at each other, all the differences that now separated them mounting up like a wall neither one was willing to scale. He’d packed his things and left. Anna cried herself to sleep, and by the time she woke up the next morning it was too late—he was already in transit to the Middle East.
Eighteen months later she’d received a call from the Army. He hadn’t updated his emergency contact information, and when the phone call woke her, some instinct had kept her from revealing that they hadn’t spoken in eighteen months. He’d been in a helicopter crash and was being brought home for medical treatment. She’d jumped in her car and raced down to Camp Pendleton, tears streaming down her face.
That was three years ago.
Anna turned her head, looked at Jensen’s scarred back. As if he felt her looking, he rolled over, rubbing a hand over his face. He blinked, then frowned.
“Anna? You okay, love? You hurting?”
“I’m okay.”
“You’re crying.”
“I am? I didn’t realize.”
“What’s going on?” He undid the buckles on her left arm.
“I was having a bad dream.”
His fingers stilled. “The waiting room dream?”
“Yes.”
He pulled the sleeves off her. “Come here.”
Anna cuddled against his side, breathing in his scent. He let her rest there for a while, but then his hand stroked her from collar bone to hip, fingers bumping over her nipple. “Anna, you haven’t been addressing me properly.”
From one breath to the next, Anna’s mood went from melancholy to excited. “I’m sorry, Master.”
He rolled her onto her belly, stroking her back and ass. “I can still see the marks from the abrasion. I like it.”
“I liked it too, Master.”
“And this?” His hand slipped between the cheeks of her ass, rubbing her anus. Anna sucked in a breath.
“I’m sore, Master.”
“But did you like it?”
“Yes, Master.”
He bent and kissed her ass. “I’m sorry you’re sore. I’m afraid I’m still going to use you here. I want to see a large plug in you.”
“Yesterday’s was large.”
“Not large enough.” He dipped his fingers into her pussy, wetting them, then slipped one finger into her ass. Anna winced, then moaned and lifted herself, inviting more of the sweet torment.
“It’s really your fault.” He pulled his finger free and slid from the bed to sit in a large plush chair.
Anna watched his hard cock bob as he walked. “What’s my fault?”
“Your ass is far too fine to be ignored.”
“The fact that I suffer through squats three times a week to have this ass means it’s my fault that you’re obsessed with it?”
“Yes. Come here, Anna.”
She slid from the bed, stretching her stiff muscles as she did.
“Over my knee.”
Biting her lip, she obeyed, draping herself over his knee, with her elbows and legs resting on the seat of the wide chair. He rubbed her legs, massaging his way up to her butt. He kneaded the globes, pulled them apart to examine her rear entrance.
“We have a long day ahead of us.” Smack. He spanked her left ass cheek.
“One. Thank you, Master.”
“After I’m done spanking you, I’m going to lock you in a chastity belt, so no one can get at that pretty pussy.” Smack.
“Two. Thank you, Master.”
“Then I’m going to send you to hang out with the other subs while I get ready.”
“Get ready for what, Master?”
“What fun would it be if I told you?”
“I don’t think that would be fun.”
Smack, smack, smack. “I think it’s more fun to surprise you.”
Anna groaned. She’d lost count, but she didn’t think it mattered. He continued
to lazily spank her as they talked, alternating between hard swats and soft taps.
“And before you leave I’m going to write a big ‘A’ on your breast.”
“Yes, Master.”
“You never know, maybe I’ll change my mind about auctioning you off for charity. This pretty ass would bring big bucks at auction.”
“You’d…sell me, Master?” A strange mix of horror and arousal slid through her.
Jensen lifted and turned her so she straddled him. He leaned back into the chair. Anna sank down onto his cock, sighing in pleasure as it filled her. His eyes closed, jaw clenching. Bracing her hands on the back of the chair she rode him, pleasuring him.
“Sell you?” he said, after a few minutes. “No, you’re not my slave, and I don’t want you to be. But I’d auction you off. I’d put you on display, let everyone look at you. Then I’d buy you for myself.”
“What if someone outbid you?”
Jensen grabbed her by the hair, pulling her forward and capturing a nipple in his mouth. He bit her. Anna yelped.
“I’d fucking kill them. Then I’d spank you for making me spend so much damned money.”
“You’d punish me…because you put me up for auction.”
“Exactly. Get off. On your knees.”
Anna grabbed his shoulders, hating the order. She wanted his cock in her.
“Anna. On your knees.” His tone was pure steel.
“Yes, Master.” She climbed off him, her pussy clinging to his cock. He scooted forward and she took him into her mouth. Her sex throbbed. Wrapping one hand around the base, she licked the tip, then nibbled her way down the shaft before sliding her lips over him. She knew what he liked, knew how to bring him release. Within minutes he was groaning, hands tight in her hair as he came in her mouth. When it was done, he went to his bag, coming back with the chastity belt.
“Master, I don’t get to come?”
He grinned. “No, you don’t.”
“I’ll go insane.”
“You have ten minutes in the bathroom. Don’t touch your clit.”
Anna used the restroom, brushed her teeth and then put on her makeup. Her pussy throbbed, her body still hoping for the orgasm she craved.
“I was fast,” she said as she emerged.
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