And hot damn, he was good-looking.
She held his gaze only long enough to take in his features. He’d shaved his head, his black eyebrows highlighting his hazel eyes. He was well over six feet and his biceps were huge. There was no way she’d be able to overpower him, or feel in any way like she was in control.
Perfect.
Lowering her gaze, she stared at the large belt buckle that adorned the front of his black jeans. The man didn’t need leather to take on the role of Dom. It was a part of who he was and not some role he slipped into for the fun of things.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty one.” He ran his thumb across her lips. On instinct, she sucked the tip, teasing him with her tongue. Best if he knew the type of girl she was from the very beginning, because she had every intention of pushing his buttons. “Yeah, I think we’ll get along nicely.”
Master Grant didn’t wait to ask her permission. He hooked his finger into the metal hoop on the front of her collar and hauled her along behind him. If she thought her pussy was wet before, knowing things were about to get a whole lot more interesting had her gushing.
Rather than taking her to the side, he pulled her into the center of the room. Similar to the Domme, he lifted her chin and looked her straight in the eye.
“Rules.” His voice was gravelly and went straight to her core. “Now.”
“No scat, golden showers, blood play. I’m up for anything else.”
He nodded. “Safeword?”
“Football.”
He chuckled. “I like it. I expect to be addressed as Master Grant or Sir. If you want me to slow down, say ‘red’ and we’ll talk. If you safeword we are done, full stop.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Without another word, he spun her around and unzipped her corset. “This is cute, but it’s now gone until you leave my care.”
The cool air made her nipples go hard as the fabric fell away from her body. A rush of sudden embarrassment hit her hard and she covered her breasts with her hands. Shit, it really had been a while since she’d done this.
“Hands down.”
She jumped at the steel in his voice and complied instantly.
“That’s one transgression. Turn around.”
She did so instantly, keeping her eyes lowered. “Sorry, Sir.”
“You will be. Now, what am I in the mood for?”
Master Grant tucked her corset under his arm, freeing both his hands. She hated this part, the not knowing what they were going to do. Pain she could handle, but uncertainty? No way. It was one of the things that stressed her out, something she tried to avoid at all costs. She’d had her life mapped out since she was twelve and knew she wanted to be a programmer. Everything in her life had been done to ensure she reached that goal. Things like discovering you’re into pain had thrown things for a loop.
“I can see your mind spinning from here.” He reached out and tweaked her nipples—hard. “Stop it.”
“Yes, Sir.” She gasped and did her best to breathe into the pain. It took only a few seconds to adjust.
“Not good enough.” He forced her around again and pulled down the zipper to her skirt. The leather fell to the floor, leaving her clad in her thong and high heels. “If you want to be with me, I expect your undivided attention. Otherwise I can find another playmate who wants this more than you.”
“Oh no, Sir. Please, I do want this.” Tegan’s heart was racing and her hands began to shake. “I’m sorry. It’s been a while for me and I’ve been really stressed at work and—”
He grabbed her by the chin. “Enough.”
She clamped her lips together, but didn’t break his gaze. She could see the steel of his control reflected back at her. She needed that tonight, craved someone else to be in change for a while so she could let go. Everything in her life had been held so tightly, Tegan was scared she’d crack if she didn’t find someone to help her. Master Grant was that person, she just knew it.
“I’ll give you one more chance. That’s it.”
“Yes, Sir.” Time to get serious. “I’ll do anything you need, Sir.”
His low chuckle had her shivering. “That’s a good girl.”
He led her over to one of the dungeon monitors, and exchanged her clothing for a lead. Now secured to him for the foreseeable future, Tegan let her mind drift. He would make sure she got everything she needed tonight. Maybe not everything she wanted, but that was part of the fun.
With a sharp jerk of the lead, she stumbled behind him, trying to keep her gaze on the floor and not look around at the room. Damn, she really should have taken more time browsing, seeing what was available for them to do down here. There were so many options Paul could have set up down here, things she might enjoy and others that would push her boundaries. But that wasn’t her concern any longer. She’d given her control over to Master Grant and she had to trust that he’d treat her right.
“Here we go.” He stopped in front of something, but Tegan couldn’t see what it was. God, he really was large.
Lifting her chin again, she wasn’t sure if she should be turned on or terrified by the gleeful look in his eyes. “It’s time for some fun.”
When he stepped out of her line of sight, Tegan moaned at what she saw.
Tegan sees a bondage bed.
Tegan sees an erotic electrostimulation machine.
Tegan sees a St. Andrew’s Cross.
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Bedding the Master
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Tegan’s eyes widened at the sight of the bondage bed. She’d heard about these, but the club had never had one until now. The frame looked as though it could have once been used as a bunk bed, except that the top bunk was missing. The wooden frame along the top had various hooks and clamps ready to be attached to a series of restraints. The bottom of the bed also contained a number of restraints and holes that could be used to hold Tegan in any position Master Grant desired.
“Get on.” He slapped her ass. Hard. “Lay on your stomach.”
Tegan took a deep breath to steady her nerves and quell her excitement, but it had little effect on her quavering voice. “Yes, Sir.”
Well, that didn’t make you sound like a wanton slut or anything.
Another slap to her ass sent her stumbling forward. Catching herself on the edge of the bed, Tegan took a second to look things over. The main section of the bed was made of wood with a leather cushion covering the top. There wasn’t a lot of padding, but enough to ensure she wouldn’t get any splinters. Pain was fine, but that would be a hard limit for her. The padding was cool under her knees as she got up and shuffled over to the middle. The bed wasn’t overly long, which meant the restraints would easily reach all of her limbs.
No escape.
“Down now!”
Tegan dropped to her belly without a second thought. She shivered, but this time from the cold leather more than anticipation. He gave her no time to think, his large hands grabbing her by the ankles and spreading her legs.
“Cute, but these are gone.” He pulled her thong down, the thin lace tearing as he jerked it. “I want to see every inch of you.”
“Of course, Sir.” She swallowed hard.
Fingers wrapped around her legs again, this time securing leather cuffs to first the left, then the right ankle. He spread her wide, so anyone walking by would see her wet cunt, know how much she was turned on as he manhandled her on the bed. With a hard slap to her ass, Master Grant moved around to the head of the bed.
“Don’t want you getting away from me.” He placed a bondage mitt on each hand. “I’m going to do wonderfully nasty things to you and I know you’ll love it.”
Fuck. “Thank you, Sir.”
He moved her hands so they lay against the small
of her back. The mitts were hot, the leather hugging her skin and making her sweat. Her thumbs were compressed against the palms of her hands, her fingers bunched together tightly. There was no way she’d be able to remove these, not easily at least. The restraints were wrapped securely around the mitts, the cord left to dangle across her naked ass.
“Don’t move.”
Tegan nodded and he slapped her ass again; this time the pain made her yelp. “Yes, Sir!”
She knew it was only a matter of time before he had her hog-tied and helpless on the bed. Not yet though, as he apparently wanted to play. He pushed her thighs apart even wider, to the point of discomfort. He kneaded her flesh, pushing and spreading her open. There was no place for her to hide her arousal from him. No way she could deny how much she wanted him to own her, use her, fuck her.
“Look at you, little slut. You want this bad.” Master Grant pushed two fingers into her cunt, twisting and spreading her open. “You’re going to soak the bed and I haven’t even done anything to you.”
Tegan squeezed her eyes shut and bucked her hips against his fingers. She knew it went against his rules, but didn’t care. She needed more. Soon.
Keeping his fingers in place, he spanked her ass hard. Five sharp slaps to each cheek, followed by him pumping his fingers into her pussy. She cried out, the sudden burst of pleasure overwhelming her.
“Don’t you dare come.” Slap! “I haven’t given you permission.”
He withdrew his hand, leaving Tegan desperate for more. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll try and behave—”
“You better. If you come I’ll tie you up and leave you here for the rest of the night. No one will be allowed to touch you.”
Panting hard, Tegan fought to control her body, to clamp down on the urge to grind her pussy against the cushion and squeeze out an orgasm. No, that would be too quick. Too easy. She needed to trust that Master Grant would be able to take her to a better place. It took a while, but slowly she managed to settle herself, sinking into a quiet spot in her mind.
“That’s a good girl. You’re doing so well.” His fingers traced a path along the insides of her thighs. “I’m tying you up now. I can’t trust you won’t be bad again.”
He lifted each ankle in turn, securing a rope through the O-rings on the leather cuffs. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to grab her by the hip and roll her onto her back.
In this position, she had no choice but to stare up expectantly into Master Grant’s face. His eyes were narrowed, and his breathing was slow and steady. If he was turned on, he wasn’t showing it. Damn coolheaded Doms.
“Reach down and push the mitts against your ankles. I want you spread open wide.”
It was problematic to comply with his command. Not because she wasn’t flexible enough, but more because she couldn’t get her brain to give the order to her body. She was locked in his gaze, not wanting to do anything that would force her to look away. He was cool, hard, absolutely perfect.
Leaning over her, he put a hand on either side of her head. “You’re not listening to me. I said hands by your ankles.”
It was the mental shove she needed. As soon as he pulled away, she did as he asked. She could feel the leather encasing her ankles and rubbed the mitts against the buckles as she shifted into position. Spread open like this, offering herself up to him, was made all the more arousing as she watched him loop the rope through the O-rings, securing each wrist to the companion ankle. Going one step further, he looped a second rope through and secured it to the bed. Now, not only was she opened up for all to see, she couldn’t escape from the bed even if she wanted to.
With a sharp tug, he pulled it tight and finished the final knot. “There. Isn’t that better?”
Tegan nodded. “Yes, Sir. Much better.”
He ran a finger along her clit, across the bare skin of her lips. Her pussy clenched, but there was nothing there, leaving her aching for more contact. He continued to touch her, the soft scratches of his nails switching to sharp slaps and pinches against her skin, her nipples. The torture continued for hours, though in reality it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes. Never knowing what his touch would bring, Tegan was finally able to switch her mind off and let her body simply be.
She was floating on a cloud of sensation—the scent of arousal in the dungeon, a confusing mix of touches against her body, the way his fingers tasted when he shoved them into her mouth. Others moaned and cried out around her, a constant reminder that they weren’t alone, that anyone could come by and see, play, use her body the way they wanted.
“I find it amusing that you don’t seem to remember me.” Master Grant took the top of her clit between his forefinger and thumb, pinching lightly. “I know it’s been a while, but I tend to be a man my submissives don’t forget easily.”
She rolled her head, lacking the strength to lift it off the bed, and stared at him. There was no way she’d forget a man like him. It wasn’t possible unless she’d been drunk, and that was something she never did at Mavericks.
Master Grant reached under the bed without releasing her clit. If anything, he increased the pressure as he withdrew the object of his searching. “I think we’ll have to see if I can make you remember.”
The dildo was not one for beginners. The thick, black silicone cock was easily ten inches in length and bigger around than a normal man would be. There was no way her body would be able to take all of it into her, and she’d feel every inch of it when he’d push it into her pussy. With a smirk on his face, Master Grant pressed the tip of the dildo to her lips.
“Get it wet.”
She didn’t hesitate this time, opening her mouth wide and swallowing as much of the cock as she could. Master Grant held her gaze as he began to fuck her mouth with it, his lips parted and his face flushing as he watched. Emboldened by his response, she started to put on a show of her own. Moaning, she sucked the cock loudly, hooding her gaze and making sure to get the silicone nice and wet.
He grabbed her cheeks and squeezed, ensuring her mouth stayed clamped around the dildo. Spit spilled from her mouth and down her face as he went deeper into her throat. When she thought she wouldn’t be able to handle any more, he pulled the dildo from her mouth.
“You took that so well. You like playing, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was weak, but her enthusiasm for their playtime hadn’t waned.
“I’m going to fuck you with this now.” There was no teasing, no preamble as he took the cock and ran it across her clit, pushing it into her waiting cunt. “No coming until I say, Tegan.”
Wait a minute. She hadn’t told him her name.
There was something in his voice, something that tickled the back of her brain as familiar. She looked at his face again, trying to dredge up the memory of where she knew him from. There was no way she’d be able to forget a Dom who could play her body so perfectly. Hell, she hadn’t even come yet and she was already planning when they could get together to play again. Master Grant forced the head of the giant phallus the first few inches into her pussy, pumping it in and out a few times while she adjusted to its girth. Goddammit, that was big.
“It’s been a while since I saw you last. I wasn’t sure what to make of you when we first spoke. I could tell without you saying so that you were a sub. My dick was hard for hours after that.”
Tegan gasped as he forced the cock into her further. Too much too fast, but he didn’t relent. Slowly, her body took what he gave her and began to want more.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Not until you remember who I am.” He increased the pace, using his other hand to pinch at her clit. “I know you will. So open your eyes and look at me.”
Shit, she hadn’t realized they’d slipped closed. Blinking madly, she fought to focus on his face. “When?” Her question didn’t quite make sense, b
ut he thankfully understood.
“A year and a half ago.” He moved his hand from her clit to her nipple “You were wearing a black teddy and had come alone.”
A year and a half? Hell, she did well to remember casual acquaintances from two weeks ago. Tegan shook her head, only to try and arch into his touch as he pinched her nipple.
Master Grant pushed the cock into her deep, leaving it seated as far as it could go while he moved from between her legs to the side of the table. Leaning down so their noses were pressed together, she looked him straight in the eye.
And in an instant, she remembered. “The naughty pajama party.”
It had been an annual event, one that Mavericks had taken great pride in. People had skipped out on the leather and came wearing silk, or nothing at all. The entire upstairs had been turned into one giant bed, a place where everyone could roll around together. The downstairs had consisted of mounds of pillows and a soft covering over the normally hard floor. It had taken place only a few weeks before the fire that had destroyed the club.
Tegan had chosen a silk teddy and a thong. She’d been planning on meeting Eli that night, but her friend had been a no-show, leaving her to look for a playmate. Not in the mood for a hard-core scene, she’d been pleased to find a Dom who was more than happy to hold her hands still and fuck her from behind. He’d pinched and sucked her skin until she had been mad with pleasure. They’d even gone so far as to spoon together in a pile of pillows, while Tegan’s body floated on her orgasmic high.
He chuckled, cracking his Dom mask. “And she remembers.”
She more than remembered, wanting his cock again, not this fake thing he currently had inside her. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
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