Master No

by Lexi Blake

  Her hands found his face and she seemed to be looking for something there. “Do you mean that?”

  Every word. He simply happened to know that she wouldn’t want him for very long. “I do. I have zero interest in the relationship ending. I would like more time with you. Maybe even more time away from work. Why don’t we go somewhere? We can invite Erin and Theo and go relax somewhere. No work. No problems. Just you and me and some friends.”

  As he said the words, he realized he really meant them. In that moment, if she’d said she wanted to go to the ass end of Thailand, he would have gotten on a plane with her.

  “We could go out to the island,” she offered. “If we wait, it’s going to be crowded with family and my dad’s friends. If we leave in a couple of days, we’ll have the place all to ourselves for a week or so.”

  He let his hand slide along her thigh, his mind already fuzzy from lust. “I’ll pack tomorrow. I want to be with you, Faith. And no, you don’t have to agree with me. I’m sorry for how I reacted.”

  “Me, too, Master.”

  He felt the shift in her. Her eyes softened, her body curling into his. She wanted to play, needed to play.

  Fuck it all, so did he. He needed this. It started as a cover and he’d gone through the motions with the submissives he’d trained on, but it had rapidly become something he craved when it came to Faith.

  He let his hands curl in her hair, loving the soft feel of her tresses against his palm. So soft. And he was hard. In every way possible. He tightened his fist, watching her eyes. He saw the moment her scalp started to burn. That much and no more. He only wanted to give her the pain that was required to jump-start her pleasure. She liked having her hair pulled. He would tug on it and those eyes would soften, her pupils dilating in a way that let him know she was responding.

  “You want to play with me?”

  She nodded. “God, yes, Master. I always want to play with you.”

  “And if I’m feeling rough tonight?”

  “I think I can handle it. I’m sure I can. I think it would be a good way for both of us to relieve some tension. I could help you with your stress, Tennessee.”

  Oh, she certainly could. He tugged at her hair, eliciting a sweet moan from the back of her throat. “You’ll do as I tell you to, Faith. Who’s the Master here?”

  “You are.”

  He let go of her hair. “Take off the shirt.”

  She obediently tugged it over her head and sat naked in his arms. She was so fucking beautiful, and every inch of her was his—for now. He shoved that thought out of his head. It didn’t matter. Time was meaningless. He was going to live in the now, and the now included playing with his hot sex toy.

  “Sit on the desk.” He reached over, shutting the laptop and moving it to the side. He kept a neat desk with nothing on top but his computer, a lamp, some pens, and a pad of paper. They were easily shifted to make a place for his toy.

  Faith moved to the desk and sat down, never questioning him, never showing any sign that she was uncomfortable in her skin. To the contrary, she always seemed to calm when he got her clothes off. He’d taken to ordering her to be naked during the day. When no one was around, she would relax and read without the encumbrance of unneeded clothing. He would work and catch glimpses of her, heart-stopping sightings of her breasts or that pretty pussy. He made sure there was a robe or a pair of her yoga pants and a T-shirt always around in case someone knocked on the door.

  It was a nice way to live.

  “Lean back and spread those legs.”

  She did as he asked, her knees moving apart with grace and offering up the petals of her sex for his perusal. Already they were soft and puffy with arousal. He could slide inside her body and ease his own need.

  But that wouldn’t be much fun. Damn. Tag had ruined him for vanilla sex.

  “You know there was a time when penetration was really all I needed,” he grumbled. “Now I need something more. I need you to moan for me.” He reached out and gripped a nipple hard, twisting it until he got what he wanted. A low moan came from her and the nipple was a lovely shade of pink. “Spread your legs wider, Faith. All the way.”

  She moved her knees farther apart, as far as they would go. Her body was open to him, begging him to play with her. He sat back. There was no rush. There had always been a bit of a rush before. Sex had been something to get to, to drive toward. Now he finally realized sex was something to indulge in, to sink into and occupy for long stretches of time.

  Faith didn’t speak, merely allowed him to stare at the beauty of her body. She was a work of art with her lovely breasts, pink-tipped nipples, soft skin. He took in the way her shoulders rounded, hair brushing her collarbone. He even liked her belly button and her knees. Parts of the body he never thought of as erotic were spectacular because they belonged to Faith.

  “Tilt your pelvis up.”

  Her hips moved, shifting so her pussy was slightly elevated. Full pink and coral colored petals were revealed. Glossy with her own arousal.

  “You’re wet and ready to fuck, aren’t you, Faith?” He asked the question in an academic fashion. He knew the answer but he really did like to hear her say the words.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “I’m not ready.” A lie. He could fuck her hard, but he was in a mood. “My toy bag is back in the bedroom.”

  “Should I go get it for you? I could do that.”

  She would. She would happily run off and come back with all her favorite things. He wanted to get a little more creative. “I think I can find some things in here. This is a fully stocked office, you know.”

  She ran her tongue over her lips. “I’m sure you have many interesting things, Master. But I could have the toy bag in here very quickly and you’ll probably need some condoms.”

  “Oh, is my submissive trying to tell me something? What are you trying to tell me? That I don’t know what I’m doing? That I’m not prepared to take care of you anywhere we happen to be?”

  Her skin flushed a pretty pink. “No, Master. Not at all.”

  “I think you were. I think you don’t believe I can handle you without a set of perfect toys. I think I should teach you the error of your ways.” He reached over and opened the drawer, pulling out a foil-wrapped condom. “They’re all over the place. I made sure of it when I realized your enormous need to be fucked.”

  Her lips curled up in the most delicious grin. “Such a kind and thoughtful Master.”

  “I’m going to be a creative Master.” He pulled out a couple of binder clips and started to work with them. They were super tight. He had to loosen them up to do what he wanted with them. Faith enjoyed a bite of pain, not being wholly consumed by it.

  “What are you doing, Ten?” Her eyes had widened. Yes, that got his dick jumping.

  He smirked her way. “Making some pretty jewelry for you, darlin’.”

  “Oh, god.” Her pupils were so large he couldn’t tell where her irises began.

  He worked the metal until he was certain he wouldn’t hurt her. Not too much. They would bite and pinch but not do any damage. “Stay still. I don’t want you to move. If you do, I’ll have to punish you and start all over again. Do you understand?”

  She bit that bottom lip again. So fucking sexy. “Yes, Master. I’ll stay still.”

  He stood, the binder clips in his hands. Something had settled deep inside him and now he could focus on her. It was a good feeling to narrow his focus to her and only her. The world was a fucking gorgeous place because it only included Faith. Her body, her pretty face, her sweet soul—they filled his world in those moments when he allowed himself to sink into topspace. He only topped her. He would only ever top her.

  He would probably see her face right before he died. Even as an old man, he would see her like this.

  He shoved aside the maudlin thoughts. Live in the now. She’d given him reason for that earlier. He snapped the clip her way, enjoying the way her nipples seemed to peak in anticipation. He gripped
her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it. When he was satisfied with how round and hard it was, he slipped the clamp on.

  She hissed and it was obvious she was stopping herself from cursing. A good thing since it would have given him the perfect excuse to punish her.

  He gripped her other nipple. This wasn’t punishment. This was play. Hell, none of it was really punishment. He clamped her other nipple and then grabbed two more clips, these the larger of the two sizes found in his desk. He sat back down and began to work them, loosening them up.

  “Master?” Her voice was a breathy huff.

  He didn’t look up. He had work to do. “Yes, darlin’?”

  “What are those for?”

  He chuckled. “I think you know.”

  “Master, I think we should talk about this.”

  He glanced up, his eyes narrowing. “Where are we, Faith?”

  “We’re green. Still green. Oh, are you really going to clamp my clit?”

  “Nope. Not at all. So you can relax.” He was a bastard and he knew it. He was also ready. He dropped to his knees in front of her. The desk put her pussy right at the perfect level. “I’m not going to be so mean to your clit. I’m going to clamp your labia.”

  He parted her pussy, sectioning it off. Too wet. She was so wet. Something had to be done about that. He leaned over and dragged his tongue over her. So sweet. He loved the way she tasted. He could fucking eat her pussy for hours and never get his fill. She mewled and whimpered above him, but it was all sweet background noise. He slid the first clamp on and went to work on the other side, cleaning her with his tongue before easing the clip on.

  Perfect. She was held wide for him. This way he could see the pinks and corals of her flesh, appreciate how her clit strained from its hood. It was a perfectly creamy pearl, begging for his attention.

  “How do you feel, Faith?”

  “Open. Vulnerable. So hot I can hardly stand it.”

  “But you will stand it, won’t you? You’ll take it for me.”

  “Yes, Master. I’ll take it for you. The clamps make me ache, Master.”

  Likely in more ways than one. She was so beautiful like this, straining to maintain her composure, on the cusp of sexual pleasure. Her pussy continued to be coated with the sweet honey of her arousal. He eased a finger inside her. He knew damn well it wasn’t enough. It was a tease.

  “Can you tell me what you want, Faith?”

  “You. I want you.”

  “Oh, I want you, too, darlin’, but I need specifics. This position, these toys, what do they make you want?” He’d selected them for a purpose, but he needed to know if they’d done their job properly.

  Her voice was shaky, proving how on the edge she was. “I want your tongue. Please, please put your tongue on me. Suck on my clit. Please, Master.”

  “Since you asked so nicely.” He added a second finger, curling up inside her. He knew exactly where to touch her to get her moaning. His fingers slid easily in and out. So wet. No other woman had ever responded to him so readily, so generously.

  He’d clamped her so he could easily get to her clit. He wanted her aware of her body, wanted her to feel him as though he was touching her everywhere the clamps bit into her flesh. As though it was his fingers or teeth making her nipples and labia throb.

  He finger fucked her, the muscles of her pussy tightening around him. She was close, but he wasn’t done with her.

  “Faith?”

  She groaned as though she knew what he was going to say. “Please.”

  “You aren’t allowed to come.”

  “Oh, god, Tennessee. I’m so close.”

  “Then you should work very hard to back off from the edge or it’s going to be an awfully long night for you.” It was so fun to torture her like this. It was a game. He knew what real torture was and this was a game between lovers, something to bond them.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth and decided to be a bastard. He stroked her sweet spot with unerring accuracy and gave her a hard suck. Still, she was valiant, whimpering above him.

  More. She needed more.

  He gave her one more finger. She was tight around him. Slow and steady won this race.

  “I can’t, Master.”

  Of course she couldn’t. He’d set her up to lose this round, but it was a game where no one really lost.

  He flattened his tongue, licking up her cream, and a soft gasp let him know he’d done what he needed to.

  Faith screamed out his name as she came around his fingers, her tangy taste exploding on his tongue.

  Satisfaction rode him as he brought her down gently. He knew the punishment he wanted from his pretty bondage princess and it would be a while before she came again. So he let her enjoy, licking and sucking until he’d had his fill.

  He backed off and Faith was flushed to a sweet pink, her whole body affected by the sex.

  “Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”

  She shook her head.

  “Good. You know I like to surprise you.” His dick tightened and he got ready to play.

  * * * *

  Faith could still feel the blood pounding through her body. It had been a wildfire in her system. The clamps bounced as Ten stood up, his hands on her knees. He looked like a decadent god standing over her. A sex god. Nothing had ever felt quite as good and right as submitting to Tennessee Graham.

  Though it was rough on her pink parts.

  “Before we get to your punishment, I’m going to take these off because despite what numerous people might say about me, I’m not a sadist. Take a deep breath.” He released the first clamp on her labia, leaning over to immediately suck the flesh tenderly into his mouth.

  There wasn’t a ton of pain. Ten had worked the large clamps so they were really only there to draw the flesh back and reveal her clit. She sighed as he moved to the other side, giving her the same sweet treatment there. His tongue felt so good. Even after the orgasm he’d given her, she could feel her body begin to heat all over again. She had a never-ending capacity to take pleasure from this man.

  Of course, she was going to have to work for it this time, but then he’d known damn well what he was doing to her, known that she couldn’t possibly hold out against such an overpowering assault to her senses.

  “These are going to be a bit worse,” he murmured as he looked down on her breasts. He was standing between her legs.

  At least she’d followed orders that much. She’d held her body in the position he’d asked. He reached down and flicked her left nipple, making her hiss as sheer fire seemed to scorch her.

  He sat down in his chair. “Come here and straddle me.”

  She did what he asked without thinking. She wanted so badly to be close to him. She straddled him, easing down onto his lap. His cock was practically crawling out of his pants. Her Master was hungry, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to satisfy himself until he’d played for a while.

  Should she listen to him about Hope?

  She shoved the nasty suspicion aside. This wasn’t the place for it.

  “You can scream if you need to.” A wicked smile crossed his gorgeous lips as he unclamped her right nipple.

  She didn’t scream, but she did feel a tear slip from her eyes. The pain flared through her system as blood spiked back into the flesh. Her body warmed once more and Ten eased the eager bud with his lips and tongue. He was gentle with the nipple he’d tortured, his hands drawing her close before he did the same with the left.

  He brushed his hands up her back to the nape of her neck and she could feel his power. Callused and rough, Ten’s hands were working hands, his body a marvel of masculine strength. He could crush her, could control her, but all he did was gently tug her down for a long, slow kiss.

  Ten’s kind of dominance was the ultimate for her.

  “You were a bad girl, Faith. You came when your Master told you not to.”

  “My Master is very good with his tongue. It’s impossib
le not to come when my Master put his hands and tongue on me.”

  “Not going to save you, darlin’, but I appreciate the try.” He drew her down again, kissing her long and slow.

  Their tongues played and she couldn’t help but sigh against him. He enveloped her in these moments. She ceased to be Faith and became something else, someone who fit like a puzzle piece with him.

  “I’m going to slap your ass silly, Faith.” He whispered the words like a promise against her lips. “I’m going to teach you not to disobey me.” He kissed her again, this time an affectionate peck. “Or maybe I’m going to teach you that it pays to disobey me. I’m not sure which.”

  She’d been with Doms who couldn’t laugh, who preached the lifestyle like it was a religion. Again, in Ten she’d found her perfect fit. “Very likely, Master. Somehow your punishments always bring me pleasure.”

  “Stand up. Hands behind your back. I’m going to make you uncomfortable before I bring you more pleasure. This is for me. I like to tie you up. I like the way you look when you’re bound and stretched for my pleasure.”

  And she liked the way it felt. Her nipples still ached from the rough use, but she enjoyed the feeling. She liked the sensation and hoped it would last for a while, reminding her of how Ten had played with her. It was his form of worship. He worshipped her body with his mouth and hands and cock, with his dominance.

  She stood and placed her hands behind her back. Was he going to get his bag now? He kept the rope in the leather kit he took with him to Sanctum. He used it around the condo, too. Her Master’s endless bag of wonders. He didn’t move to leave the room this time. Instead, he pulled the power charger out of the side of his laptop and then tugged the other side from the wall.

  He’d told her he didn’t need fancy toys to discipline her. He’d definitely proved that with this session. She felt him begin to bind her hands behind her back. The cord was smooth, a little cool. Ten tied her tight, but not to the point of real discomfort.

  That was coming next, she was sure.

  “Bend over,” he ordered. “Lay your torso on the desk. I’m going to spank you until I’m satisfied, Faith. You have a safe word. Use it if you need to.”