For The Sub (Mastered)

by Cartwright, Sierra

  “Your body will be even more responsive to the flogger.”

  “That’s not possible, Sir.”

  “It is,” he assured her.

  He came around to stand in front of her again, and he pressed his damp finger to her lips. Dutifully she opened her mouth.

  “Stick out your tongue.”

  When she did, he held up his finger, and she licked her essence from him. Their gazes were locked on one another’s.

  His earlier expression had vanished, and now his hazel eyes were darkened by intensity. She sensed—knew—he was thinking of nothing but her.

  He allowed her to suck for a few seconds before pulling back his finger.

  Master Niles gathered her hair and arranged it so it hung down her back.

  Brandy saw Gregorio at the window. “We have company, Sir.”

  Gregorio opened the door and stepped inside. “Everything all right here?”

  Both men looked to her for the answer. She appreciated that Master Niles hadn’t spoken on her behalf. It indicated a level of respect that not all Doms showed. “Everything is great,” she said. “Thank you.”

  “Mind if I watch?”

  “Yes,” Master Niles responded. “I want Brandy all to myself. Out, unless the lady says otherwise.”

  “I don’t,” Brandy said, looking at her temporary Dom.

  Gregorio grinned, and his silver earring reflected the light from overhead. “Was worth a try.”

  “Waste of breath,” Master Niles corrected.

  Once they were alone again, she wondered if they’d lost their momentum, but Master Niles continued as if they’d never been interrupted.

  “Keep your head tipped back so I don’t catch your face with the flogger.”

  Following that direction was easy when he laid the leather strands on her right shoulder. They felt sensuous against her flesh, yet she knew each throng was capable of a brutal bite. The contrast made her shudder.

  He drew the flogger down her body, making her already-inflamed nerve endings tingle. He repeated the process from the left side, leaving behind a trail of desire. “Nice,” she murmured.

  After taking a step back, he tantalised her with slow, measured flicks. He caressed her belly, her breasts and her pelvis with the thick strands.

  He was masterful, and she allowed her body to go as slack as possible.

  “You seem to enjoy this,” he said.

  “Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir.”

  Almost without her noticing, he increased the intensity of his strokes. They became harder and faster as he made a figure-eight motion with the handle.

  Brandy moaned. She had applied for a position at the Den because she loved to serve and genuinely enjoyed sensual stimulation. She wasn’t a masochist, but the tactile feel of leather, rattan and even a wooden paddle against her skin turned her on.

  As he’d instructed, she tipped her head back so her torso was exposed to him. She closed her eyes then bent her knees a bit, letting the hook above her take more of her weight.

  Master Niles continued to flog her, catching her nipples with the blazing ends of the strands.

  “Yes…”

  “Are you still with me?”

  “I’m liking this,” she whispered. It would take a lot for her to reach subspace. Even though Master Damien and Gregorio saw to everyone’s safety, she rarely trusted anyone enough to let go of her emotional defences to the point she could retreat inside her own mind and focus on absolute nothingness.

  She had no idea how long he worked her, crisscrossing her body. Perspiration drenched her back. She had no doubt he landed every stroke precisely where he intended.

  “Now your pussy,” he said.

  “Oh, yes, please.”

  He moved to the side for a different angle. Brandy tightened her muscles, but there was no need.

  He wielded the flogger with precision, striking her pussy with tender leather kisses. He didn’t need to tell her to relax. Instead, he coaxed her into it.

  As he had earlier, he flogged with the gentlest of touches. Within minutes, though, she was whimpering from the heady combination of pleasure and pain.

  She was aware of him saying something, but she didn’t respond, content to enjoy the ever-increasing torment.

  As soon as she arched towards him, he changed tempo.

  He whipped her breasts, snapping at her nipples and viciously licking her cunt. Her pussy had moistened from the pain and she wanted more. “Sir, Sir…” she pleaded.

  “Gorgeous girl.”

  He dropped the whip and cupped her mons with his right hand.

  “Bring me off, I beg you, Sir.”

  “It’s my pleasure,” he said, pressing his thumb against her clit and fucking her with three fingers.

  “Damn, damn, damn,” she said. His thrusts were relentless, his touch commanding.

  “Ride me,” he said.

  For as long as she could, she did as he instructed. But she was so on edge from the eroticism of the beating and the way he’d left her unfulfilled a while ago, she was already at the end of her ability to hold back.

  He tightened his grip in her hair. The way he immobilised her shattered the last of her control. Screaming, she climaxed.

  She sucked in several breaths as she recovered. Tenderly, he cradled her head. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes.

  His face was only inches away from hers. Though he wasn’t smiling, he nodded in apparent satisfaction.

  “Fuck me?” she asked, the words almost a plea.

  His eyes narrowed. “I want to see you bent over a chair with my cock filling your pussy.”

  She shivered, and it was from more than the chill as her overheated body cooled. His tone was harsh, rough, in tune with the way he’d used her body, but at odds with what she’d ever seen from him before.

  That haunted look still lurked in his hazel eyes, making them appear a shade closer to green. His complexity took her by surprise.

  He let go of her hair but left her attached to the hook. She craned her head so she could watch him untie his shoes and remove his socks. Most men she’d been with would hurry at this point, but he didn’t.

  He unbuttoned his shirt, and she fantasised about doing that for him. He shrugged out of the material and hung it on a peg in the wall before unbuckling his belt. She expected him to pull the leather from the loops, but he didn’t. Instead, he removed his slacks and form-fitting boxers and hung them next to his shirt.

  His erect cock was much bigger than average, and her mouth watered. Over the last two years, she’d agreed to have sex with various Doms, though it wasn’t a required part of her job. Never had she looked forward to it like she was right now.

  He was sexy, lean. His biceps were well-defined, proving he worked out.

  After putting on a condom, he dragged a chair over.

  “I’m leaving the spreader bar in place.”

  “Of course, Sir.”

  He lowered the hook, and she anticipated that he would release her right away, but he massaged her arms and shoulders, taking his time bringing back her circulation, even though she was anxious to get on with the fucking. “Thank you, Master Niles,” she said, hoping it might hurry him along. It didn’t. The man moved at his own pace, she was learning.

  Finally he released her cuffs and soothed her wrists by making tiny circles on her skin with his thumbs. The contact didn’t feel perfunctory, as if it were something he was expected to do. Tension and soreness drained away.

  “How’s that?”

  “You can come to my house and give me a massage any night after work,” she teased. Then she added, “Of course, I’d reciprocate.”

  “Spoken like a sub who suddenly realised what she said and is now hoping she doesn’t get a spanking.”

  “Yeah. There is that, Sir.”

  He laughed. This was progressing unlike any other scene she’d ever had. Sure, she’d had laughs with Doms before, but often it was a nervous sound. And she’d never been with
anyone as solicitous as he was.

  “Over the chair, Brandy. I want your ass in the air. Put your hands in the middle of the seat area, and get on your toes.”

  Since she was still restricted by the spreader bar, he helped her into position.

  Her hair flowed everywhere, almost acting as a blindfold. Staying where he’d instructed wouldn’t be easy once he was inside her.

  “Your pussy is bright red and swollen.”

  “It feels like it, Sir.”

  “It’s perfect.” He parted her buttocks to expose her pussy even more. “Are you still damp?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m ready for you. Crawling out of my skin, wanting you to hurry, if I’m honest.”

  He pressed his cockhead at her entrance.

  She struggled against the impulse to surge backwards and take more of him. Most of the time, Brandy had infinite amounts of patience. But the confident way that he handled her, aroused her, made her eager for more.

  “Arch your back more.”

  With grace—a result of ten years of ballet lessons—she wriggled around, rising on her toes to take even more of him.

  “Nice,” he said. “Now remain still.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He held apart her butt cheeks with his powerful hands.

  “Fuck me, Sir,” she pleaded.

  “Do you try to hurry all your Doms along, Brandy?”

  She felt a fevered blush stain her cheeks. “I’m sorry if it comes across that way, Sir. It’s not that I’m trying to rush you. I just…” She trailed off as he stroked in even deeper.

  “Just?” he prompted.

  “I saw your cock and wanted it in me,” she confessed.

  “You know how to get your way.” He thrust his dick inside her.

  “So good, Sir. So, so good. More.”

  “Bossy sub.” He moved his hands so that he was braced against her hipbones.

  It took all her skills to remain in place when she ached to stand and lean back into him. Instead, she splayed her fingers and concentrated on his rhythmic motions.

  He rode her hard, like she wanted, filling her, stretching her with his thick cock. She whimpered and cried. Her breasts swayed. Hair tumbled everywhere in wild disarray.

  Over and over, he surged into her, bringing her to the knife-edge of need. “Please, Sir,” she begged.

  “Come anytime.”

  He held her hips imprisoned and it only took a few more thrusts for her to feel as if she’d been turned inside out. She screamed as she forced her buttocks back, demanding all he had to give.

  She wasn’t sure what he did, but he managed to change the angle, sending a second orgasm careening through her.

  Her legs trembled. She almost lost her balance. It wouldn’t have mattered—he was there, supporting her, holding her with one hand on her shoulder, the other beneath her ribs.

  “I’ve got you,” he said.

  In the safety of his arms, she let go.

  He pistoned his cock into her, deep and demanding. She was overcome with the shock of her own surrender, and she came again.

  His grip on her tightened, and his fingers dug into her shoulders. His movements were less controlled. Though she was lost, she revelled in the knowledge he was close to coming undone.

  Inside her, he stilled. With a loud, masculine exhalation, he thrust forwards while still holding her tight. He ejaculated in a discernible, repeated pulse.

  Even when it was over, and her breathing had returned to normal, he didn’t move. He kept his possessive hold on her. With other Doms, the scenes often ended the moment he came. For whatever reason, Master Niles continued to hold her.

  “I appreciate how responsive you are,” he said.

  “I appreciate how generous you are, Sir.”

  Inside her still-heated pussy, his cock began to soften.

  Slowly he released her shoulder. Rather than move away, he brushed her hair to one side then trailed his fingertips down her spine.

  Only when his dick slid out did he step back.

  In the absence of any instruction, she stayed where she was. Not that she was capable of moving, at any rate.

  “I’ll be right with you,” he promised.

  His voice sounded gruffer than she’d ever heard it.

  Brandy began to chill, from the fact she’d been tied, from the exertion, from the absence of his body’s heat. She heard the sound of water running and splashing. He returned to her within seconds. He ran a warm, damp cloth across her back and pressed a second to her pussy, dabbing her swollen flesh.

  “How are you doing?” he asked.

  “That feels nice. Thank you, Sir.” No wonder the man’s production company did so well. If models and actresses were taken care of so well, no doubt they’d want to return.

  He released the spreader bar and the metal clattered against the floor. She shouldn’t have been surprised that he crouched behind her and rubbed her ankles then her legs. “You’re spoiling me, Sir.”

  “As it should be.”

  He continued to work his way up her legs then massaged her buttocks, back and shoulders before placing an arm in front of her and helping her to stand upright. Then he turned her to face him. They were only inches apart. He’d disposed of the condom and his cock was still impressive. The scent of sex hung in the air, thick and musky. Every part of her responded to him. She reminded herself he was a Dom, this was nothing more than a scene, and it meant nothing to either of them.

  Still, a sense of self-preservation made her take a step back.

  She stayed there for a moment, feeling unsteady after he’d released her.

  His eyebrows were drawn together in a fierce line. Earlier, she’d thought his eyes had looked haunted. Now she was certain of it. The tiny lines beside his eyes seemed deeper than they had earlier.

  She wanted to reach for him. Instead, she gave a wan smile and pretended nonchalance as she moved towards her discarded clothing. “Thank you, Sir. That was hot.”

  Brandy expected that he’d put on his clothes and leave the room, like other Doms. Instead, he scooped up her bra and held it.

  “Let me help you.”

  She froze in place, two feet from where he stood. “That’s really not necessary, Sir.” In fact, she would prefer to be alone to gather her thoughts and recover her equilibrium. He was the kind of man she could fall for, and being near him increased that risk. “I can clean up the room while you re-join the party.”

  “It wasn’t a request.”

  “I…” With him, she was navigating uncharted ground. Realising capitulation might get her out of the room faster, she said, “Anything you say, Sir.”

  She put it on and fastened the clasp behind her. He adjusted the lacy cups so that they cradled her breasts. The man knew his way around a woman’s lingerie.

  Next he offered her the dress. Once she had it over her head, he helped smooth it into place.

  He finger-combed her hair, not that anything short of a brush and curling iron could tame the wildness of her tresses.

  “One day, I’d like to use your hair in a bondage scene.”

  She’d had it pulled, gripped, yanked, but never experienced that. And it also meant he’d like to play with her again. “I’d like that, Sir.”

  He knelt and helped her into the heels, and she placed a hand on his shoulder to balance herself. She liked his attentions, and she could easily grow accustomed to them. Master Niles behaved differently from any other Dom she’d scened with since hiring on at the Den. He left her off-kilter.

  As he stood, he picked up her ruined underwear then discarded it in the trash can beneath the sink.

  Pretending she was unaffected by what they’d shared, she tidied the room before sanitising the flogger. She dragged the chair back into place while surreptitiously glancing at him.

  To her, there was something unbelievably erotic about watching a man dress, and the more powerful he was, the sexier it was. Even when he was naked, he’d lost nothing of his aura of
command, but now that his shirt was tucked back in, his cuffs buttoned, his shoes tied, he looked as if he should run an empire.

  “Shall we?” He led the way to the door then opened it for her.

  She lowered her gaze as she neared him.

  “Brandy?”

  “Sir?” She stopped.

  He pressed his thumb beneath her chin and tipped her head back. “Thank you.”

  Earlier, she’d noticed lines of tension on his forehead. They appeared somewhat less prominent now. Though she was unsettled by their encounter, it seemed as if it had been good for him. “Thank you, Sir,” she responded. Instinctively, she curled her fingers around his wrist.

  They looked at each other for a few moments, and he appeared as if he were about to speak. Then he shook his head. He settled for, “I look forward to seeing you again.”

  Realising how intimate her touch seemed, she dropped her hand to her side.

  Her pussy still throbbed, and heat lingered in a few places on her stomach where his lash had fallen. He’d been masterful and deliberate, and she knew a number of members who would benefit if he taught classes at the Den. In the past, some Doms had taken her breath away with the harshness of their initial strokes. But Master Niles, with the way he’d first trailed the strands across her body, had gradually worked her into the beating. It had lasted longer and been harsher than most others she’d endured, and she hadn’t been aware of anything except the pleasure.

  Then he’d ended the scene with a few gentle touches before helping her dress. The subs who scened with him were fortunate, and spoilt for other Doms.

  His eyes were lighter now than they had been earlier, the shadows banished. The sight gave her untold joy. Then, recognising that she was allowing herself to feel something emotional for him, she took a mental step back. “If you’ll excuse me, Sir?”

  “With great reluctance,” he said.

  After giving him a half smile, she brushed past him.

  Instead of returning to the party, she took a few minutes to freshen up in the small area with the ladies’ lockers. Most times, after a scene, she went right back to work. But Master Niles’ tenderness along with the momentary vulnerability she’d glimpsed in his face had unravelled her, making her forget the lessons of the past two years. She couldn’t allow anyone’s problems to occupy a large part of her mind.