by L. DuBois
Teeth nipped, tongues dueled, and breath mingled as the kiss went on. Beth’s hands slid up to his shoulders as she lifted onto her toes, pressing herself more fully against him. James continued to kiss her, pausing only long enough to change the angle of his mouth.
As the kiss went on, Beth’s grip on his shoulders loosened, her hands no longer curled in anger and demand. Her head tipped back, yielding to the pressure of his kiss, and her lips parted, giving him unequivocal access to her mouth.
The urge to fight him, to take control and get what she wanted at any cost faded, subsided under the need to yield, to give in and relinquish control, even at the expense of gratification.
They were both panting when Master James ended the kiss.
Beth’s forehead dropped to rest on his collarbone. The fingers in her hair massaged her scalp, easing the residual sting.
When he stepped back, she kept her head submissively lowered—not out of fear, or for the sake of an arbitrary rule, but because he’d proven to her that he was in command.
Perched on the edge of the chair, he picked up the chastity belt, unfastening all the pieces before slipping the waistband around her middle. Once he sized it to her, he locked it in place, looping the chain dangling from the key over his neck so the small piece of cut metal glittered against his chest.
Reattaching the crotch piece to the front of the belt, he adjusted it until the widest part was pressed over her pussy, sealing it away from any hope of stimulation or penetration. At his command she turned, and he pulled the chains at the back snug. They were positioned to sit firmly in the crease of the buttocks, while also separating the cheeks slightly as the chains rose and attached to rings near the sides of the belt.
When the chastity belt was in place Beth shuddered, a final note of surrender.
Master James tugged at various places, making sure it was tight enough to make her aware of her bondage, but not so tight as to be painful.
“Go get the cushion.” His voice was dark and rough. “I want you on your knees.”
*****
If he didn’t get his cock in her mouth within the next minute, James was going to lose his mind.
Beth’s steps were tentative as she walked with the chastity belt pressed tight against her pussy. Seeing the fire of her need, a fire that burned so hot it melted all thoughts of being a good rule-following sub, was incredibly sexy, but nothing compared to the way it felt to have her yield to him in a kiss.
That was true submission—to be driven to the point of near madness with desire and still yield control. It was easy to be submissive when the base need to fuck wasn’t consuming. Only a true submissive would submit when every instinct screamed for her to take control and find satisfaction.
James scrubbed one hand over his face, taking a minute to pull himself together. Topping Beth was both challenging and easy—simply put, they had good chemistry.
When Beth returned, laying the cushion on the tile at his feet, he motioned for her to kneel, not trusting himself to speak. Part of him wanted to know what she felt, what she was thinking. A bigger part of him wanted her mouth on his cock, so the conversation would have to wait.
She must have sensed what he wanted, because she knelt facing him, her knees spread, hands palms up on her thighs.
When he unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, he felt the weight of her gaze. Adjusting his slacks, he pulled his cock free, deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble of standing up in order to get them all the way off.
He was rock hard and already wet from pre-come. Stroking himself a few times, he watched Beth lick her lower lip, which brought his attention to her pretty mouth.
James moved his hand, inviting her to pleasure him. She leaned forward only to stop, eyelashes flickering as she looked up. For half a second he was ready to punish her for teasing him, but reminded himself that it was more likely she was waiting for an order.
Clearing his throat, he forced himself to not make it simple for her. “I am going to come. Either from jerking myself off, and I’ll come on your pretty face, or you can suck my cock.”
Beth leaned forward, the tip of her tongue flicking the vein along the underside of his dick, before taking the head in her mouth.
James groaned, grabbing on to the cushion to keep himself from taking control—he wanted to know what she would do, how she would pleasure him without interference.
Inching her knees forward, Beth started to suck him in earnest, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue extended so that it was between her lower teeth and the sensitive underside of his cock. The head of his cock rubbed over the roof of her mouth and the inner edges of her back teeth, before bumping the back of her throat.
The angle meant she couldn’t take him very deep, though he felt her try, listened for the change in her breathing as she timed it to coincide with her movements.
“Use your hands,” he commanded, aware his voice was tight.
Slender fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing in time with her bobbing head.
As she drew back, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, controlling her by exerting gentle pressure just under her ears. She froze, lips still wrapped around the shaft just behind the head, her tongue stroking the slit in long, slow licks that were making him crazy.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Beth’s gaze flicked up, brown eyes almost black in the shadows of the courtyard.
He urged her to move once more, this time while looking at him. James pushed her hair back from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear as she lowered her mouth towards his pelvis, moving with a kind of teasing slowness that he both hated and enjoyed.
“Faster,” he demanded, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he came.
Her movements became less controlled, less choreographed, but it wasn’t from a lack of care. He could see the desire in her eyes, the need that filled her and was being translated into pleasuring him, even as she was bereft of stimulation.
When he could no longer sit still, James pushed her away and rose to his feet. Beth’s mouth was back on his cock in a matter of seconds, and now he could cradle her head in his hands, thrusting into her mouth even as she bobbed up and down on him. She released the base of his cock and clung to his thighs, not resisting his control of her head.
James pumped quick and hard as he felt the orgasm build in his shaft, then slowed for three final thrusts, bumping his cock against her throat with each deep penetration.
He came on her tongue, his fingers rhythmically massaging her scalp as he groaned in pleasure, the sight of her on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock, seared into his brain.
James collapsed back into the chair, his breathing heavy. Beth looked at him, her mouth half open, and he realized that she had yet to swallow.
A fierce wave of desire swept through him and he nodded, watching as she closed her mouth and swallowed.
He stroked her jaw, the curve of her throat, and the delicate line of her collarbone, before dropping his fingers to her nipples, tugging lightly.
She sucked in air and arched her back, the reaction too strong for the level of pressure in his touch, telling him that her nipples were still sensitive from the clothespin play.
It was still early in the evening, and the others in the courtyard were just getting into their play, the murmur of voices punctuated by the soft slap of a spanking. When a couple hopped up onto the stage, a coil of nylon rope held in the Dom’s hand, James forgot his tentative plan of taking their play to the bedroom. It would be far more fun to spend time tormenting Beth and seeing exactly how responsive she could be.
*****
Was it possible to go completely insane from sexual frustration?
When Master James had ordered her to kneel on the chair next to him, Beth’s hopes had risen—maybe he’d take the chastity belt off and fuck her, if not with his cock then with his fingers. Instead, the devious man had decided to torture her, driving her to the point of almos
t assured madness.
Beth was kneeling beside Master James, her body at a right angle to his. Her feet were sticking out of the open space below the arm of the chair and he’d used his belt to strap one of her legs to the frame, keeping her thighs pressed firmly against the wood.
Tugging at the belt, Master James then tested the tension in the chains of the chastity belt. It was enough to add pressure against her pussy, the stimulation muted, but in her heightened state of arousal and awareness even that had her gasping.
Kneeling as she was, Beth was up against Master James, hands braced on the seat by his thigh, her shoulder against his chest and he felt her shudder.
“You have a very talented mouth.” He massaged her back with one hand as he spoke, the other cradling a glass of scotch someone had brought him.
“Thank you, Master James.”
“But…” He savored the word, and when Beth snuck an alarmed glance at his face she could see the hint of teasing in his eyes. “But, the checklist doesn’t say blowjob. Or if it does, that falls under the letter B. It says cock worship.”
“Yes, Master James.” Beth wasn’t sure where this was going, but she snuck a glance at his semi-flaccid cock, which he hadn’t tucked back into his pants.
“So you’re going to do precisely that, while we watch all these other people play, and you’re going to do it all with that chastity belt on, knowing that the one thing you need you can’t get.”
Beth couldn’t stop the small growl that escaped her.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, Master James.” She bit off each word.
He tipped her chin up, and whatever he saw in her face made him grin. The jerk. Easy for him to smile when he’d gotten to come. Then again, she had come three times today.
“If you’re a good girl I might be willing to give you some stimulation.” His fingers kneaded her ass, then followed the path of the chains, stroking over her puckered anus, which Beth realized for the first time was protected only by the chain, not the metal plate.
“If I beg…you will fuck my ass?”
“Oh no, you haven’t earned that. If you beg, I’ll have someone else put a plug in that pretty bottom.”
Beth shuddered as a wave of desire washed over her. She dropped her head, taking deep breaths as she tried to bring herself under control.
Master James gathered her hair in his hand, then urged her to lower her upper body. He shifted to a more reclined position so she could lay her cheek against his lower abdomen, allowing her to see what was going on in the courtyard.
Without any further prompting, Beth used one hand to flip his cock up, sucking the soft head into her mouth where she could “worship” it.
The Dom on the stage was in the middle of some complex rope bondage that included creating a cradle for the head of a large Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator, which he bound tightly to the sub’s pussy. When the ropes were in place, the Dom flicked the vibrator on. The sub, helplessly suspended in rope, her legs bent, knees held open by a spreader bar, could only gasp and moan as the vibrator worked on her clit. The woman’s thrashing made her sway slightly from side to side, and even from a distance Beth could see her muscles bunching under her skin as she strained against the ropes. When she screamed through the first orgasm, Beth sucked harder on Master James’s rapidly stiffening cock. When she sobbed through a second orgasm, Beth sucked and nipped the length of his shaft.
When the sub begged to have the vibrator turned off and her master instead started gently spanking her, Master James was fully hard, and Beth bobbed her head up and down on his cock.
The act of servicing him this way, of being bound and controlled while pleasuring her Master, was arousing in a way Beth hadn’t known, though on paper it was similar to many other situations she’d been in. She’d sucked and licked her share of cocks and pussies, but had never been so stimulated by the act—never seen it as a something that could or would stimulate her. She wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted to feel his hardness against her tongue, invading her throat.
When the well-pleasured sub was lowered to the stage and the ropes quickly cut away, Beth was not surprised that the woman crawled to her Master and ripped at his pants, devouring his cock.
Master James forced her mouth off, and Beth stared at the hard length of his dick, which was wet with her spit.
“Did you enjoy watching that?”
“Yes, oh yes.” Beth started to lower her mouth once more, but Master James kept her head up with a firm hold on her chin.
“I think I’d like to see you like that, though I’m not a rope expert. Would you like to be bound and forced to orgasm?”
“Oh yes.” Without the stimulation of his cock in her mouth Beth was itchy with need. She shifted as much as she could, trying to make the chastity belt press against her pussy.
“What do you want, Beth?”
“You, Master James.”
There was a moment of stillness, as if she’d surprised him, then he released her chin. “Remember what I offered you if you begged.”
Beth paused, open mouth an inch away from his cock. Looking up she wondered if this was a test, if there was a wrong answer. What would a good sub do?
“No, Beth, don’t think about it, trust me. I gave you a choice, an opportunity. I’m simply reminding you.”
“I want to keep sucking your cock.”
“Good, because I enjoy having your mouth on me.”
“I would also like to have a plug.”
“Why?”
Wasn’t it enough that she wanted it? Did she have to explain everything?
“Why, Beth?”
“Because I want more. Serving a Master should be enough for a good sub, but it’s not.” Her stomach clenched with a feeling she could only describe as disloyalty, yet the honesty felt good. “Every time I come, I just want something else.”
“Of course. Your sub isn’t satisfied yet.” His thumb stroked her lower lip. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want to kneel here and suck your cock with a plug in my ass. I want you to touch me and use me and abuse me until this need goes away.”
Their gazes met, and something powerful passed between them.
Master James slid out from under her. Beth dropped her forehead to the seat cushion, looking up when she heard footsteps she knew were his.
Dangling from his right hand was a long silver plug with a flared base.
“I’m not willing to let anyone else play with your ass before I do.”
He stepped up to the arm of the chair, and Beth twisted to watch him. He coated the tip of the plug with lube, then turned his attention to her ass.
Pulling the globes of her ass apart he tugged the chains to the side. They were already tight and the added tension pressed the chastity belt hard against her pussy, hard enough that Beth felt her pussy lips throb against the unforgiving metal.
One slick finger rubbed against her anus.
“Relax,” he demanded, burying the tip of his finger inside her. Beth moaned in pleasure at the penetration.
“Can you come from anal stimulation alone?”
“No, Master James.” The answer was automatic, but then again, her body had responded to him in ways it had never responded to anyone before. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
Something cold pressed against her rear entrance, and for a second she tensed before reminding herself to relax. The tip of the plug slid in.
Master James applied steady pressure, forcing her body to open, forcing her to accept the penetration. As her sensitive anus was stimulated, Beth started to breathe hard, something coiling tight inside her.
“Are you going to come, Beth?”
She couldn’t answer, only shake her head, not denying it, but telling him she didn’t know.
The plug sank in, her body closing around the narrow neck.
Master James carefully moved the chains back into place so they were now holding the p
lug in place.
Beth turned to look at him, the small movement making the plug shift inside her. Master James returned to his seat, and without a word forced her head onto his rock-hard shaft. He was thicker than he had been a moment ago, a testament to the fact that plugging her ass had been stimulating for him too.
Beth devoured his cock, swallowing as she took him deeper than she had before, the head of his cock filling her throat. She wanted it deep, needed to be overwhelmed by sensation.
Master James unfastened the belt from around her thigh. “Rock your hips back and forth while you suck me.”
He had to help her find the rhythm, but soon Beth was rocking forward and back, as if meeting the thrusts of someone fucking her from behind, but there was no one there. Only the endless frustrating pressure of the chastity belt and the shifting of the plug within her. Her thighs smacking against the arm of the chair, her shoulder bumping against his chest. Beth moaned in frustration around his cock. Her nail dug into his leg, her brow furrowing.
She needed something more, just one more thing to push her over the edge, over an edge she didn’t understand.
Master James’s breathing was heavy, and one hand dropped to her head, taking control of the blowjob.
“I’m going to come,” he panted. “I want you to come too.”
It wasn’t going to be enough. There was no direct stimulation, the plug held so tightly in place by the belt that its movement inside her was minimal.
The crack of leather striking skin took her by surprise, the sound registering before the flare of pain. Beth gasped and nearly choked as she realized he was spanking her with his belt. The second blow landed and distracted her, pushing her further from the precipice of orgasm, but the third blow brought all her arousal and need flaring back to life.
Master James’s cock twitched in her mouth, his hand fisted her hair, and more punishing blows landed on her ass. His doubled-over belt smacked her ass in hard, sharp blows. It hurt. It made her pussy throb.
The orgasm ripped through her, a soul-shaking wave of pleasure without the sharp peaks of ecstasy she was used to. Master James forced her head down until her nose touched his pelvis. Come filled her throat as Master James came, the sensation causing a fresh wave of pleasure to rumble through her. She swallowed around the head of his cock.