Master of My Mind BN

by Jenna Jacob

  “Anal play, angel. How often did George play with your ass?”

  “Never,” I replied on a quivering moan.

  “Are you a virgin here?” he asked, increasing the pressure ever so slightly.

  “Yes.”

  A look of surprise danced over Tony’s face. “Even after he collared you, he didn’t claim you there?”

  “No. Was he supposed to?”

  “It’s how a lot of Master’s claim their subs. Was it his choice or a hard limit for you?”

  Tony’s Q&A session unnerved me. Discussing George and my sexual exploits felt awkward as hell. “He never tried to…he liked…”

  “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. I’ve got you as exposed as a woman can get. He liked to what?” Tony circled his thumb over my gathered ring, sending little arcs of pleasure to sizzle through me.

  “He liked to go down on me.”

  “Ahh. He did that a lot at the club, but I assumed he took your ass at home.”

  I shook my head.

  “Well, well. Guess I owe George a debt of gratitude. I’ll be the first to claim this tiny opening of yours.”

  I swallowed tightly. The thought of Tony’s massive cock anywhere near my virgin asshole sent panic chasing the shards of delight his thumb induced.

  “You can’t,” I blurted trying to scoot away from him.

  Determination stamped his face as he gathered my upturned legs together with one beefy arm. Pressing them to my chest, he held me prisoner to his nefarious plans. “I most definitely can, but not today, angel so stop fretting. But I’m going to begin your anal training here and now.”

  “What are you going to do to my butt?” I gasped.

  “Anything I want to, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

  Tony bent low. Self-conscious, with his face so close to my backside. I panicked.

  “Don’t!” I cried out as heat rushed to my cheeks. “I’m not…it’s dirty.”

  “You have a safeword, angel. I expect you to use it if you need to.”

  I cringed as Tony’s thumb breeched the rim, but the second time he dragged it out and slid it back in, the sizzling current lighting up my tissues shoved all my embarrassment aside. Each gentle stroke brought with it the inevitable, and like spun sugar, I dissolved. The zapping arcs of electricity intensified, swallowing me whole, in urgent demand. Each time he surged past the taut ring, pulses of pleasure ignited, hotter and brighter, until they coalesced into one euphoric explosion. Blindsided by the unexpected and intense orgasm, I screamed out loud and long as I shattered. Tony drove in deeper, adding a finger alongside his thumb while my hypersensitive opening clutched and spasmed around him. The sensations he’d evoked were mind-blowing.

  Aftershocks detonated like misfiring neurons even after Tony had slid his fingers from my quivering ass. How had he managed to make me come so fast without even touching my clit? It had been a first for me. Immersed in utter amazement, the realization that I’d not asked his permission to orgasm slammed me hard.

  “I’m sorry,” I panted.

  “For what?” Tony asked. A knowing grin spread across his mouth. “Spontaneous explosions are allowed, pet.”

  “That’s what happened, I swear.”

  “I know. I enjoyed the hell out of it, too. It gives me lots of wicked ideas. You’re going to love how I torture you with ass play, sweetheart.”

  “Uh-huh,” I replied hesitantly.

  “You’ll see.” He winked.

  Tony climbed off the bed and headed toward the bathroom, leaving me to process his threat and how easily he’d instigated my orgasm. Turning toward the sound of running water, I watched Tony at the sink. He caught my gaze and pinned me with a dissecting stare. Withering beneath his probing look, I cast my eyes down. Hiding from the intensity of his regard was akin to waving a red flag at a bull. I knew he’d come back to bed and start picking at my layers. It’s what he did, and he did it well. Dammit.

  Returning with a wash cloth, I gazed at the bulging erection strangling beneath his jeans. While he tended to my backside with the warm cloth, I began mentally preparing for Doctor Tony to make his appearance.

  “Playing with your ass isn’t dirty to me,” he began in a serious tone. “In fact, it’s a huge turn on. I’m more an ass man than a pussy man. Not to insinuate that I’m an ass instead of a pussy, or anything, I just thoroughly enjoy anal play.”

  “I’d never call you a pussy or an ass.”

  “Ah, but you’ve called me an asshole before, angel, twice in fact. I haven’t forgotten that.”

  “Darn, I’d spent a lot of time hoping you had,” I murmured, remembering my first journey into subspace.

  “You wish,” he teased. “But back to our original topic, why do you associate ass play with something dirty? You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it, sweetheart.”

  “No, I can’t,” I softly confessed. “I worry that I’m not clean there.”

  “But you are. I bathed you just a few hours ago. You’ll be clean every time we play. It’s one of the tasks I’ll have designed for you follow before we play.”

  “Tasks?” I asked feeling my brows arch.

  “Of course. I’ve already started a list for you.”

  “When do I get to see this list?”

  “When I’m good and ready, Miss Impatient.” Tony smirked, rounding the bed I watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “You tend to forget you’re not driving this bus. I am.”

  He could have told me the club was on fire, and I wouldn’t have cared less. My attention lay on the lip-smacking hard-on straining against his boxers. The desire to lean over and drag his dark briefs off with my teeth rode me hard. Shifting on the bed, I rolled to my side and sat up, watching as Tony freed his engorged cock from beneath its cotton confines.

  “Going somewhere, angel?” Tony asked, arching one brow.

  “No, Sir. Just getting ready.”

  “Ready for what?”

  “Your cock. What else?”

  “I see. What am I going to do with my cock, sweetheart?”

  “Let me suck it, of course,” I answered in a low, raspy tone.

  “Did you not hear what I said a minute ago?”

  “No, I just want to taste you,” I replied, ignoring the icy edge in his tone.

  Suddenly, Tony gripped my hair, forcing me to gaze at his blatantly annoyed face. “I’m done playing games, Leagh. I want you and I want your submission. Do you think trying my patience is going to get you what you want?”

  Apprehension swept through me, followed by a surge of fear that quickly morphed into rejection.

  “No, Sir,” I replied with as much courage as I could muster.

  “This isn’t a test of wills, pet,” Tony bellowed. His eyes narrowed, and his lips drew in a tight angry line.

  “I’m not trying to test you. I just... wanted to taste you.” My voice trailed off, and I looked away from him.

  “Eyes on me,” Tony whispered, tempering his anger. “So you want to taste me, but instead of asking, you took it upon yourself without a single direction from me.”

  “But I thought that’s what you wanted me to do.”

  “But you didn’t ask or wait for my instructions. Instead you readied yourself and tried to coerce a desired response from me.”

  “That’s not what I was doing,” I argued.

  “That might be so, but you arbitrarily assumed the role of Dominant and topped from the bottom. I want you powerless under my command, pliant and willing to submit because you want to...Because it feeds a fundamental fire inside you.”

  “That’s what I want, too,” I implored.

  “Good. Then let me draw the light of submission from you. Sometimes you have to close your eyes and take a leap in order to find out what’s missing inside you. Find what’s truly important.”

  “I understand what you’re saying. But isn’t a good submissive supposed to know the needs of her Master…err, I mean her Sir?”

  Tony’s eyes smoldered. �
�I like the way Master rolls off your tongue, angel. And yes, she conforms to the Master’s needs, but unless you can read my mind this quickly in our relationship, you don’t know what my wishes are until I tell you.”

  A frown pursed my lips. There were so many rules and regulations attached to submission, the complicated waltz of protocol seemed daunting. Aside from the phenomenal sex, I still wasn’t totally convinced that I had it in me to be a sub.

  “We’re still in the early stages of learning about one another, Leagh. One day you’ll know my wants and needs, but while we’re getting to know each other’s quirks and thrills, I’m the one who holds the map. So unless you’re unhappy with the journey, trust me to lead the way. Okay?”

  Glancing up at him, I nodded.

  “Use your voice, angel. I need to hear you.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very well, let’s start over. Lay back down on the bed, angel.”

  Supine once again, Tony straddled my stomach. With long, uneven strokes, he fisted his cock close to my face. So close in fact, I could smell his musky scent… feel the heat rising off his wet crest. Watching as he unmercifully pounded his cock, I prayed he’d grant me a pass and instruct me to open my mouth and suck him down deep. Licking my lips, I waited.

  “You remember how I taste, don’t you, angel?”

  “Yesss,” I sighed in disappointment. I didn’t want to remember. I wanted to experience it all over again.

  “Tell me,” he urged in a low husky voice.

  “Hot and Slick. Thick and salty, but not bitter or overpowering. You’re just right.”

  “So are you, princess,” Tony panted, his gaze penetrating. “I’ve memorized your taste, and I can’t wait to tie you down and drown in your sweet honey.”

  The thought of being bound and at his mercy made my whole body tingle.

  “You like watching me stroke my cock, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. But I’d much rather be sucking your cock. Opening my mouth, I raised my head slightly off the pillow.

  “Still trying to control things, I see,” Tony rumbled in disapproval.

  He slapped the tip of his cock against my mouth, smearing his slick pre-come over my lips and splattering some onto my tongue.

  With a coy smile, I rolled my tongue over my lips, moaning as I licked his spicy flavor. “Who? Me?”

  “You need a spanking, angel, and my palm is just itching to give it to you.”

  “In case you haven’t noticed, your hand’s a little occupied at the moment,” I taunted.

  Tony’s eyes darkened. His jaw clenched. I wasn’t sure if he struggled to hold back his release or stop altogether. When he continued, I couldn’t help but tease him even more

  “I bet you’d rather slide that big cock inside my mouth where it’s warm and wet, instead of jacking off with your fist,” I purred in a soft sex-kitten voice. “I’m more than willing to help you out with that.”

  “Oh, my sweet little brat, you have no idea. I’m dying to slam my cock to the back of your throat…feel your soft lips wrap around me, and growl as your slick tongue glides over my aching veins.” His gravelly tone triggered a flow of cream from within my pussy. Writhing beneath him, I prayed he’d stop playing this stupid game and let me suck it already.

  “Do it. Please!” I implored.

  A beastly growl rumbled from deep in his chest. His fist a blur of brutal strokes as sweat dripped from his forehead.

  “Open your mouth,” he barked, his face contorting. The grimace reflected the pleasure unraveling inside him. “Stick out your tongue.”

  Greedily obeying his command, I panted in anticipation of his slick, hot seed. And as the first stream jettisoned from his red cock, Tony cried out in rapture as I opened wider, determined to catch each drop.

  His robust flavor raced over my taste buds and pooled in my mouth. Gulping down the deluge, Tony continued to spill upon my lips and down my chin before I opened again, and he painted my tongue. I accepted it all, while the ache of disappointment throbbed in my soul.

  Sweating and panting, Tony leaned over and kissed my forehead before he climbed off and headed toward the bathroom. Feeling defeated and confused, I wiped my face on the sheet and rolled to my side, away from him.

  All I’d wanted to do was make love to his cock…give him the quivering pleasure he’d given me. What was so wrong with that? We both would have enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than him jacking off on my face. I couldn’t deny the sensation of being branded by his seed felt incredibly erotic. What I didn’t understand was why I felt so degraded and cheated.

  I needed time to sort out my tumultuous emotions, but I wasn’t naive enough to think Tony would give me five minutes alone. I felt his gaze boring into the back of my body seconds before I felt the mattress dip and he joined me.

  “Talk to me, angel. What’s wrong?” Tony whispered in my ear as he crawled in behind me.

  “Nothing.” I lied.

  He cleared his throat with a tone that shouted ‘bullshit.’ “That’s not how you wanted our session to play out was it, sweetheart?”

  I pursed my lips and frowned. Dammit, the man read me like a fucking book.

  “Not so much,” I grumbled.

  Tony feathered his fingertips up and down my arm in gentle reassurance. “It’s not how I’d have preferred it either. But there was a lesson in it for you. Tell me what you learned.”

  “That it doesn’t matter what I want or don’t want. You’re the boss. You make the rules. I’m just your come receptacle,” I snapped, fighting back the tears that burned my eyes.

  “Whoa,” Surprised concern infused his reply.

  He gripped my shoulder and flipped me onto my back. Once again he climbed atop me, pulling my arms high above my head and pinning my elbows against the pillow; his expression a combination of disbelief and anger.

  “You’re not a come receptacle to me, Leagh. Fucking never! Every one of your needs, wants, and desires matters to me. Even after we’d discussed topping from the bottom, you continued to try to manipulate me, so you could get the result you wanted.”

  “No, I wanted to make you feel good. I wanted you inside my mouth. I wanted more.”

  “Yes, it’s what you wanted that had you taking control and trying to coerce me into doing exactly what you wanted me to do. I’m not the submissive here, sweetheart. You should have simply asked me.”

  I made a noise of disbelief. “So you’re telling me all I had to do was ask to suck your cock?”

  “Yes!” he exclaimed on an exasperated hiss.

  “Anything I want or need, I just ask, and you’re going to give it to me?”

  “Maybe.” He smirked. “It depends on whether or not I think you’ve earned it, need it, or if it will enhance your submission. And no, a Ferrari won’t make you a better submissive, so don’t bother asking.”

  “Very funny,” I replied with a cynical curl of my lips.

  “I want you to do something for me, angel.”

  “What’s that?” I asked as Tony dipped low and brushed his lips over mine.

  Leaning close to my ear, I shivered as his warm breath caressed the shell. “I want you to fly for me again.”

  “Is that my punishment for topping from the bottom?” I asked.

  “No. I’m going to spank you for the sheer pleasure of it—yours and mine.”

  Even as I shivered in anticipation, the worry that I wouldn’t be able to find that peaceful place again lodged in my brain. What if the first time had just been a fluke? How disappointed would Tony be if I failed him?

  “I don’t know if I can. Hit subspace, I mean.”

  “You leave that to me, pet. Just let go. I’ll take you there. Focus on how right it feels to give yourself completely to me, alright?”

  “I’ll try.”

  “Good girl.”

  Tony repositioned himself on the bed. Sliding a strong arm beneath my waist, he pulled me onto his lap, taking time to arrange my heavy casts upo
n the mattress. My nipples scraped over his cotton jeans, and as his broad hand caressed my orbs, I didn’t bother biting back a moan of pleasure.

  “That’s it, baby. Relax and let me set you free.”

  Resting my cheek on the bed, I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain he sought to give me. A soft smile tugged my lips when Tony began lightly patting my ass. There was a huge difference between the way he spanked in punishment and how he spanked for pleasure. I never wanted to piss him off again.

  Focused on the echo of flesh slapping flesh, the warmth enveloping my ass grew to a smoldering heat with slow, steady measure, sensual and erotic.

  “That burn is the doorway to the stars. Float through it, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

  “Mmm,” I purred. Weightless sensations prickled through me, making my limbs lighter.

  “You’re a precious treasure to me, Leagh. Give me your heart, your soul, your fears, and your joys. And I promise to cherish every damn one of them.”

  Gray static flickered behind my eyes. In the distance, I saw it, a pinpoint of light. It called to me, beckoned for me to slide deeper, capture it, and never let go.

  “All the heat that’s sinking deep is the fire and passion I hold for you. Let it consume you, love. Fuse it to every cell in your body and carry me with you forever more. Now fly for me, angel. Sail far and deep. You are mine,” Tony’s rich voice vibrated through me.

  And I surrendered to the delicate mist that suspended me in its ethereal peace.

  When I opened my eyes, the room was dark except for a shaft of light emanating from behind the bathroom door. My ass cheeks throbbed with a delightful sting as Tony lay spooned behind me. The sound of his soft snores resonated in my ears, and his warm breath wafted over my shoulder. Closing my eyes again, I sighed, filled with contentment. And for the first time that I could remember, unafraid of my tomorrows.

  The sound of a cell phone pulled me up from the depths of sleep. As I opened my eyes, I felt Tony roll from behind me. Turning, I watched him dig the device from the pocket of his jeans.