by Kelly Alexis
She was surprised by the pleasant taste of his cum and swallowed while continuing to milk every ounce of liquid she could get out of him. His body jerked with the violence of the waves of his orgasm. She looked up, his cock still in her mouth, and watched his face contort with the extreme sensations he was experiencing, his mouth open and his eyes closed. His guttural shout filled the air and she felt him stagger as if his knees would no longer support him.
His cock began a gradual shrinkage, and she pulled her lips off it with a wet pop. With his semen still dripping off her chin, she sat back on her heels and waited for her next command.
His eyes were glazed, and it took him a long moment to come back to earth. He forced himself to stand up straight and regain the authority in his tone that had become diluted by the surrender of his sanity. He looked down at her and smiled, that glorious smile that had attracted her so many months ago. Was that a sign that he recognized her?
Instead, he forced his expression to go blank. "That's a good start, sub. Come with me." He picked up her leash that he had dropped at some point during her assault on his genitals and pulled it taut. "Stand up."
Whitney scrambled to her feet, her legs a little numb after being on her knees for so long.
Adam walked into the bathroom and began to fill the tub with warm water. He sat down on a cushioned stool as she stood there in silence.
"Remove your shoes, sub, and pin up your hair," he ordered.
She slipped off her shoes and set them neatly against the far wall so they wouldn't get wet. It was the only expensive pair she owned, and no man was worth ruined Louboutins. There was a hair clip in the drawer that she used to attach the long locks of the wig up just enough to keep them out of the water.
"Get in," he said and motioned for her to enter the large, deep tub.
She stepped into the swirling water.
"Sit."
Whitney sat, the water barely covering her legs. He unfastened the leash and stepped into the tub, taking a seat at the other end.
"You need to get cleaned up."
Mutely, she nodded and watched, fascinated as the head of his cock floated to the surface and bobbed around in the bubbles from the jets. She lifted her gaze to his chest. It was broad and firm, with a sprinkling of dark hair that trailed down the middle of well-defined abs and into the water. This doctor clearly didn't spend all his time in a laboratory or behind a desk. His was the body of an athlete, strong and virile. She tried to find fault with it and was a little frustrated that it was so gorgeous. Damn him! He was the perfect man—if only he had a heart.
The water continued to rise, past her navel and then to her breasts that rose with the tide. The tip of his cock disappeared under the rapidly rising water, and she waited for her next command.
Adam's gaze was focused on her tits, dancing on top of the bubbles. Reluctantly, he dragged his attention back to her face. He picked up a red puff sponge made out of soft net from a basket next to the tub and a bar of soap. He held them out to her. "You will wash yourself, and if I think you did a good job, I will allow you to wash me."
Whitney took the sponge and soap and got them wet, then rubbed soap into the sponge. She started with her right foot, lifting it out of the water to wash it. She paid extreme attention to soaping each toe and letting the rivers of soap slide down her long slender leg. She was delighted to see that she had his undivided attention as she let the sponge slide down into the valley between her legs.
She rubbed more soap on the sponge and repeated the process with her left leg. She noticed his cock had grown enough to hold its shape under the water, no longer bobbing as it became stiff, and it pleased her that she had such a strong effect on him. Whitney washed her face that was still sticky with his cum and moved to her arms. After they were both cleaned, she soaped the sponge again and began a sensual caress of her breasts.
Knowing he was watching, she soaped each full orb, leaving a trail of bubbles on her pale skin and peaked on her pink nipples. With her left hand, she lifted her left breast and ran circles around the taut tip with her forefinger. She looked down at it as it hardened and extended. She lifted the right breast and studied it, comparing the size and hardness to the other nipple before beginning to stimulate it with gentle pinches. They were still hyper sensitive because of the clamps, so they reacted quickly, turning a dark, rosy red.
Adam shifted uncomfortably, then growled. "You need to clean your pussy. It's very, very dirty and you should pay a lot of attention to it."
Whitney knew from the raw passion in his eyes what he wanted her to do. And frankly, ever since she'd sucked his cock, she'd been so turned on that she wanted it, too. She slowly soaped the sponge, drawing out the moment, then placed the soap back in its silver dish. She reached down between her legs and began to rub the sponge against her tender flesh. She lifted both legs and propped one foot on each side of the tub to allow Adam an unobstructed view of her pussy. The soft net of the sponge was just rough enough to cause friction against her clit and she stroked it over herself until she felt the excitement building inside her.
She thought about his dick in her mouth and the power of his orgasm against the back of her throat. She remembered the way his erection felt inside her, hot and huge. Her eyes closed, and she bit her lower lip as her breaths became shallow and fast.
"Look at me, sub."
Whitney opened her eyes and met his gaze as she continued to masturbate. The sponge floated to the surface as she let her fingers take over, tweaking her clit and plunging inside her vagina, then moving back to her clit. She never blinked as her mouth opened, gasping when the heat low in her stomach coiled into a volcano and exploded.
"Oh…God..." The words came out in long, low moans as her head rolled back to rest on the edge of the tub and her fingers stayed buried in her pussy. In spite of his earlier command, her eyes closed against the flashing lights inside her brain. It took her a couple minutes to recover, and she felt his laser-like focus on her the entire time. She finally lifted her head and looked at him.
He smiled and slowly nodded his approval.
"You did an adequate job. Let's see if you can wash me with the same…enthusiasm." He caught the sponge as it floated around the intake guard and handed it to her. Then he stood.
The water sluiced off him in a sheet of sparkling droplets. His dick, fully recovered, jutted upward, wet and erect.
Whitney soaped the sponge and stood, beginning at his broad shoulders. She soaped his chest then used both hands to make swirls of his hair, circling his small, tight male nipples. As she passed them, she let her nails drag over the dark nubs and he sucked in his breath in response.
Responsive, she noted to herself. Maybe that information would come in handy later.
She continued soaping over his ribs and abs, stroking each solid ridge of his six-pack before dropping to his stomach. She let the sponge slide over his slick skin just below his belly button, teasing him and watching his completely erect cock bob in reaction. Her hand guided the sponge lower, circling the thick base of his penis before moving even lower where she used her soapy hands to cup and roll his balls in her partially closed palms.
He groaned, and she noted a thick bead of pre-cum ooze out of his cock and hang on the end, denser than water and milky white.
"Turn around, sub, and lean over," he commanded, his voice husky and barely controlled.
She turned and smiled, happy about the effect she had on him. He thought he was in total control, but she knew the truth. She braced her hands on the back of the tub, anticipating what was about to happen.
His hands gripped her waist, and she felt the hard tip of his cock slide down the crack of her ass. It paused at her hole, and she was about to cite her restriction against anal when he moved one hand down to his penis and guided it into the approved chamber of her vagina. His right hand returned to her waist, and he plunged in deeply, pushing at the same time as pulling her hips toward him.
It was rough and quic
k. His thrusts were frantic, as if he was turned on almost past the point of control. In this moment, he didn't seem to care about her pleasure, just his own. The water sloshed around their legs, spilling over the edge of the tub and onto the floor. He slammed into her ruthlessly until one final push gushed a powerful stream of hot semen inside her. His shout was almost a celebratory chant as he claimed her for his own.
Chapter 5
"I'm going to crash. I got almost no sleep on the plane," he told her as he led her back into the bedroom by the leash. He wanted to keep going, but she had worn him out, a circumstance he'd never experienced and didn't want to admit. He dared not look at her. One glance at her beautiful naked body, blushed a soft pink all over by the warm water was enough to make his cock swell.
But even a stud needed some rest. This Dom business was exhausting.
She started to get into bed, and he jerked the leash, pulling her away from it.
"You don't think you're going to sleep with me, do you?" he snorted. "I never sleep with my subs." He led the way to the closet and took a pillow and blanket off the top shelf. "I'm not totally insensitive," he said as he piled them onto her arms. He pointed to the couch. "You'll sleep there."
An expression he couldn't read crossed her face. He suspected she wanted to argue, but she pressed her lips together and nodded. He unhooked the leash. "I assume I can trust you not to run away."
Again, she nodded stiffly as she tossed the blanket and pillow onto the small couch.
"Good, because we've got all day tomorrow to play." He went around the suite and turned off all the lights. He stopped next to the bed. "Turn down my bed, sub."
She stepped next to him and pulled down the dark red cover, revealing the coal black silk sheets. The view from this angle of the two mounds of her ass was almost irresistible. He'd gotten a good look at her from every angle in the tub, and he gave a silent salute to Blake. She was the perfect woman for this fantasy.
She straightened and backed up. Adam sat on the bed and pulled the covers up to his waist. "You may go to sleep now," he ordered. She seemed less than enthusiastic, but she walked to the couch, plumped the pillow, then she lay down and covered herself with the blanket. Adam glanced at the clock and saw it was almost two in the morning. He had been her Dom for four hours, and so far, so good. It was everything he hoped it would be to have her as a sex slave. And the fun had just begun. Adam rolled over and went to sleep.
He woke a couple hours later and walked into the living room to check on her. She was curled into a ball on her side on a couch that wasn't long enough for her to stretch out. She looked so small and helpless, and suddenly, he felt like a giant jerk for making her sleep in such a cramped position. This was about control and gaining her trust, not totally demeaning her. Without pausing to consider the repercussions, he gathered her in his arms. She, too, must have been really tired, because she didn't wake up but just snuggled against his chest as he carried her to the bed. With one hand, he pulled the covers back on her side and placed her on the cool sheets. She shivered, but he hesitated long enough to give her lovely body a lingering look.
The blonde hair was so obviously a wig, but it was damn sexy. He liked that she was playing the game, too. Her face was relaxed and looked much younger than he assumed she was. Actually, he had no idea how old she was or where she came from or anything else about her. Did it matter?
Not in the scheme of the fantasy. For as long as they were in this room, they could be anyone they wanted to be. They had no future and no past. They were living in the moment, playing their roles and sharing the discoveries.
She shifted, and her legs moved to give him a shadowy view of her hidden delights. His cock reacted immediately, swelling and straightening as he thought of how sweet it felt to be inside her. She was tight but always so wet that he was able to slip inside with just the right amount of friction. And holy shit, but her mouth was like a magic massager on his dick. Just the memory of that explosive orgasm in her mouth brought his penis to full mast.
God, he wanted her again. Right now. He was the master, so why not?
He slid into the bed next to her and slipped his fingers into her cunt. It was so warm and smooth. He massaged her clit with his thumb while finger fucking her vagina, and it didn't take but seconds for her wetness to coat his hand. Her hips moved in response to his strokes, and she moaned, even though she wasn't fully awake.
"Fuck me, sub," he whispered.
Her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him, although not quite focusing. She lifted her hands to his chest and spread them over his skin. "You have a nice chest," she murmured, still not completely awake.
He knew she was reacting as a woman to a man, not a sub to a Dom, and that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. That was all the encouragement he needed. He climbed over her and nudged between her legs. His cock found its way to the opening of her femininity as if it was magnetically pulled toward her core. As he eased inside, she lifted her legs and crossed them over his hips while her hands stroked his back.
It didn't take too many thrusts for her to cry out. Hearing her raw scream made him regret that he had kept her silent until now. It was so pure and primitive that it pushed him over the edge. The ripples of the muscles in her vagina stroked him, making his ejaculation come in wave after wave until he collapsed next to her, completely spent.
She curled against his chest and dozed off with a smile on her face. He didn't move, not wanting to break the fragile bond they had at that moment. His cock shrank but was still nestled inside her when he, too, fell back asleep.
The fireplace kept the whole suite warm throughout the night, and Whitney had tossed the cover and sheet off her naked body at some point before she awoke. When she opened her eyes, she was, for a moment, disoriented. She clearly remembered the Master Suite. She felt herself blushing at the thought of all that had gone on last night. What had her confused was how she ended up in the bed. The last thing she remembered was trying to get comfortable on that tiny couch that was actually more of a loveseat. The upholstery was plush and soft, but it was not the memory-foam mattress she was used to sleeping on. And every time she moved, she'd almost fallen off.
The vague memory of Adam making love to her in the middle of the night pushed its way to the surface. She had thought it was a dream. Their coupling had been completely spontaneous and normal. There had been no dominance, just a mutual coming together in a glorious climax.
But she knew it had just been a moment, and as soon as he woke up, he would resume the role of master. She shivered, wondering what training sessions he had planned for today. And yet, at the same time, she felt that now-familiar curl of excitement deep in the pit of her stomach at the prospect of orgasms ahead.
She glanced over at him lying on his back, gloriously naked, his morning wood well-displayed. Too bad such a big, hard cock was on such a dick! He was clearly enjoying his role as her Dom. And, if she was being honest, she had to admit that she was enjoying it, too.
Except the couch part. That had been unnecessarily harsh. It was still a mystery how she had moved from the living room to his bed. Had she wandered in here on her own? What would he do if he found her here? Would he be angry? Or had he felt bad about banishing her to the wilderness and rescued her?
She pushed herself up toward the headboard, being careful not to wake him. She was able to slide two fingers in between her neck and the collar, and the air felt good on her skin. The leather had gotten wet during her bath last night and hadn't completely dried out. But, under the circumstances, it didn't bother her as much as she would have thought. Of course, she wouldn't willingly wear one, once this experiment was over. But, for now, it was an appropriate symbol of her complete subservience to him. He owned her.
The woman she was back in Texas, respected doctor with a tidy office and owner of a beautifully restored turn-of-the-century mansion in Galveston's historic district, would never run around without wearing clothes, even in the privacy of
her own home. She never even slept without wearing a nightgown. And yet, being stark naked with this near stranger felt incredibly free. His gaze made her feel beautiful. And she enjoyed being able to openly appreciate the magnificence of his nude body.
Not that she would ever let him know. He already had total control over her body. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of also controlling her emotions.
The clock on the nightstand displayed eight o'clock, and she was glad he was still sleeping. It gave her time to absorb everything that had happened since she knocked on that door at ten o'clock last night. When Adam was awake and in full Dom-mode, she didn't have time to think. It was all sort of a sensory overload. Everything was extreme. The pain more pleasurable; the pleasure more intense. Her nostrils were filled with the masculine scent of his body and the heavy fragrance of sex. Her eyes couldn't get enough of looking at his body. She'd seen lots of naked men in the course of her studies and her practice. But none who were healthy, virile males with amazing physiques and over-sized cocks, and that belonged to a man she had been attracted to for months.
So now, what's a sub to do? She sat, undecided, immersed in her role of waiting for orders. She had already jumped out of the plane, and the parachute had opened and carried her to safety. If the man who felt sorry for her and brought her into his bed was the same man who would be her torturer for the rest of the day, then she knew there was at least a little humanity in him. He would never push her too far or hurt her. Physically, that is.
He had already hurt her heart, but she vowed not to let that happen again. She trusted him to play his part and make this experience enjoyable for both of them. And then they would go their separate ways. She almost chuckled at the thought of his reaction the next time they bumped into each other at a company function. But then, he probably wouldn't even recognize her there, either. Men were notoriously unobservant, but this guy was the king of oblivion, in so many ways.