Her Master and Commander

by Anya Summers

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Jared asked, strutting her way and wearing a stern expression on his handsome face. He was carrying a bottle of water and banana.

  “I thought that—”

  “Stop overthinking things. Eat this and drink up. I need you fueled for round two.”

  “Huh?” Round two? So he didn’t want her to leave and wanted more sex—with her.

  “The correct phrase you are looking for is, ‘Huh, Sir?’ And I meant what I said earlier, that I would give you more pleasure tonight than you have ever experienced in your life. I’m a man of my word, little one. Eat up, and if you need the bathroom, I suggest you use it now. I want you back on that bed in ten minutes with your thighs spread. Understood?”

  Damn him but she felt wetness between her thighs at his words. Her belly fluttered as arousal stoked more flames of desire and her nipples hardened.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, wondering if she’d be able to walk in the morning, and not caring whether she could or not.

  Chapter 7

  Jared had plans for that pretty pink pussy of Naomi’s. He’d not tasted enough of her sweet cream and craved more. While she took some time in the bathroom after finishing the refueling, he readied the bed for her return. It was time for a bit more bondage. Jared was positive that he could take her further into his world without complications. She enjoyed little bits of pain so he planned to amp that up and see how she did with nipple clamps. It made him rock hard just thinking about her tits. They were succulent, juicy, and he could suck on them for hours. And he had every intention of doing so as soon as she was back in his bed.

  She re-entered the bedroom, her footsteps uncertain. The Dom in him was inherently pleased by her reserved and hesitant demeanor. It thrilled him that she was so on edge from their first session and willing—nay, eager—for his touch again. She was submissive to her core. Jared had every intention of training her, molding her into the perfect little submissive. He hungered for her, couldn’t wait to feel the taut clasping of her sweet cunt surrounding his dick. By the time he was finished, he would own her. He had to uncover more about her background, where the scars marring her perfect flesh had come from, and why she gave the impression that she was hiding out here on the island. It called forth every dominant urge to protect her from harm.

  But tonight was not the night to delve into her history. Tonight was for building a rapport between them. She had to trust him implacably first. Although he did have to wonder how long it had been since she had had intercourse. The way she’d come unglued made him believe it had been a while since she’d had sex. Even though he had been on a self-imposed drought when it came to the opposite sex, his hand had definitely gotten a workout. But he didn’t believe, from Naomi’s wide-eyed reaction, that she had experienced any orgasms for a long time. And she had this innocence about her that was intoxicating, like she had never experienced such pleasure before.

  He crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

  He read her body language as she walked from the bathroom door until she stood before him near the side of the bed. Her energy was frenetic and he wanted to calm her—for the most part. Part of the excitement, for him at least, was keeping a sub on the edge, watching them discover their own limits and the titillating sensation of their uncertainty. Because she was such a newbie to the lifestyle, though, he did want to explain some of what he had planned.

  He cupped her breasts, testing the weight of the globes in his hands. The size of apples, her tender flesh filled his hands nicely as he kneaded the mounds, teasing the dark areolas with his thumbs until her nipples perked up into swollen points. He hummed deep in his chest. Beautiful, they would hold the clamps easily.

  “Naomi, look at me. I want to explain what I plan to do with you next.”

  Her eyes were heavy-lidded with desire as she lifted her gaze to his. He felt a reciprocating ache lance through his balls, his scrotum tightening as need and desire swamped him.

  “First, I am going to attach clamps to your nipples. It will make you feel like you have a fire in your gorgeous tits. Then I will bind your arms behind your back. And then I plan on sucking on your gorgeous cunt until you scream.”

  He could smell her arousal at his words.

  “Now, if you will…” He patted the side of the bed. He helped her up so that she was perched on the king mattress.

  He had all his toys spread out beside her and her gaze widened perceptibly as she noticed them. She trembled slightly but he wanted to allay her fears. “Remember, if at any time something feels wrong or is too painful, I want you to use your safeword: red. From there, all interaction will stop and we can correct and adjust if needed. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she responded, licking her lips.

  He pushed her shoulders back until she was lying against the mattress. She was a beauty with the riot of dark curls gracing her head, and he adored her dark caramel skin. He enjoyed the distinction in their skin tones. Her bare pussy and plump breasts made his mouth water. They ignited a desire so potent, he wanted to fall on her like a rutting beast and fuck her until neither of them could walk but he restrained himself—for tonight, anyway. In all his years in the lifestyle, he’d never had a sub rattle his defenses this much.

  Without further preamble, he leaned forward between her thighs and sucked a pert bud into his mouth. He lashed his tongue against it, circling and teasing her nipple, making it swell for the clamp. Her wordless gasps drove him crazy, stoking the flames of his desire and going straight to his cock. That randy son of a bitch wanted to bypass all foreplay so it could feel her slick folds clamping around him.

  Jared explored her body, taking his time, watching her response to every caress of his tongue, every suckling tug of his lips as he surrounded the dark areola, and every bite against her taut bud. Her mewled gasps were a heady drug in his system. When he was satisfied her nipple was engorged to his liking, he reluctantly released the sweet bud. He mindfully placed the first Japanese clover clamp over the beaded point.

  She whimpered as he tightened the clamp. Then he tugged on the chain connected to the clamp and Naomi’s jaw dropped open on a startled moan. It made his dick harden just hearing it. Yeah, she liked the pain. Satisfied with the one, he started the same treatment with its twin.

  He loved her tits and spent longer than necessary on them, but Christ, they tasted like heaven. By the time he placed the clamp on her second nipple, she was writhing her hips beneath him, rubbing her folds against his erection, and testing his resolve to hopscotch directly to fucking. He tried the connecting chain, tugging on both nipples, and was summarily pleased as she rubbed her drenched pussy against his pelvis again and moaned loudly enough to wake the dead.

  Jared grabbed the leather harness on her side and slid it up her right arm so that it was fitted over her shoulder.

  “I need you to kneel on the bed, little one,” he commanded.

  Naomi rose with his guidance and he helped her get into position on the bed. Then he continued fastening the intricate bondage set-up. The straps fit over her chest; one of them under her breasts, with an adjustable strap, and then one over the top of her tits, framing them. The back of the harness was in an X shape, with a fifth strap that began in the center of the X and dangled down her spine with a silver loop that rode above her lush ass. Then he fitted leather cuffs around each wrist and attached the small chain on each cuff to the silver loop, adjusting the strap for comfort until he was satisfied with her restraint. The harness framed her breasts and made them appear like an offering. And they were all his.

  He couldn’t resist flicking his tongue over one of the buds as he attached thigh cuffs around her supple legs. He didn’t connect the thigh cuffs to the harness just yet. He wanted her to ride his face first.

  He maneuvered her body so that she was kneeling near the headboard.

  “You are doing beautifully, little one. I’m going to eat that sweet cunt of yours now.”

  At her garb
led groan, he smiled and lay on the bed beside her, his head next to her knee. Oh yes, she liked his world. He carefully lifted one of her legs up and over his face, holding her steady as he positioned her beautiful, drenched cunt over his mouth. From this position, he could watch her tits sway as he availed himself. Her honeyed scent infiltrated his senses. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he spread her plump labia lips, then began teasing her, running his tongue under her hood and through her dewy folds. At her indrawn moan, he curled his tongue around her clitoris, caressing the delicate nub.

  He studied her response to each stroke of his tongue through her folds, over her clit, and then inside her weeping channel, learning her body. She was made for his world and he wanted to prove it—not to himself, but to her.

  He hummed against her clit and she tossed her head back in ecstasy. Wetness seeped from her juicy cunt over his chin and he could no longer hold back. He feasted on her flesh, sucking on her hole, thrusting his tongue inside her quivering sheath, nibbling on her engorged clit before sucking the swollen flesh into his mouth.

  Naomi wailed as he plunged his tongue inside and her sheath clamped around his tongue as she came. Her body shuddered and her thighs quivered in his arms but it didn’t stop him. He kept his ferocious pace and ate her pussy to his heart’s content. Her clit swelled, poking out from underneath its hood. Her labia became fuller as he sucked and nibbled, stroking his tongue through her folds and gorging himself on her cunt. Every time she came, his dick would throb and jolt. He could feel pre-cum leaking out of the crown. As he sucked on her clit, feeling her body straining toward another orgasm, he located the foil condom packet. He sheathed himself and, before she could come again, released her clitoris.

  He wanted to feel her pussy clench around his straining, greedy cock. He lifted her off his face as she whimpered in need. He positioned her cunt over his erection, fitting the crown in her opening, then slammed his length inside her with such force, her back bowed.

  “Ahhh!” Naomi screamed as she came.

  “Ride me, little one. I won’t let you fall.”

  She nodded, her gaze heavy-lidded, and rolled her hips. It was his turn to hiss at the smooth clasp of her pussy as it drew his cock deep. His hands went to her hips, helping her ride him. Her breasts swayed with the clamps, the nipples hard, beaded points. One of his hands snaked up to the chain connecting them and tugged on it, elongating the buds, and Naomi’s back arched.

  She was stunning. And he could fuck her all night, every night.

  He smacked her ass and her pussy clenched around his cock. He did it again and she keened. He wanted deeper penetration. As he moved her off his lap, she wailed, so far gone into her pleasure that she probably didn’t care who fucked her. Mine, his body growled. He knelt, his erection jutting out, craving her succulent pussy.

  Jared positioned Naomi on the bed so that she was bent over with her ass up in the air. He attached the thigh cuffs to the harness and made sure her thighs were spread wide before he speared her folds. Gripping her hips, he hammered his cock into her grasping channel. Then he swatted her ass while he thrust in fast, brutal digs inside her cunt. Her body spasmed around his cock as she came. Her cream flowed down her thighs as she wildly bucked against him.

  Jared felt his own climax building but he wanted to see her face as she came again. Unlatching her thigh and wrist cuffs, he flipped her onto her back before sliding back inside her quaking sheath. It gripped his cock and felt so blissful, he unleashed a few uncontrolled strokes. He moved to her breast, his hand gripping the clamp, his mouth hovering above the abused peak, and all the while, he thrust in a forceful rhythm. He released the clamp and latched his mouth about the battered bud, laving it with his tongue as she cried out, her hips bucking and canting beneath him in an erratic fashion as she neared another climax.

  Naomi was mumbling and moaning in a continual stream of nonsensical words as she unraveled around him. A surge of possession washed over him as he rolled his pelvis and pumped his hips, feeling his balls tightening, sending lightning arcing through his spine. He moved to her other breast, removed the clamp, and latched his mouth around the nipple, sucking the swollen flesh into his mouth.

  Naomi’s nails dug into his back as he suckled her tit while furiously pounding his cock into her pussy. She met him thrust for thrust in a race as old as time. His orgasm built, tightening inside his belly. His cock swelled, jutting forward, electricity raced along his spine and through his dick. Pleasure swelled and his seed bottled up in the base of his cock. His climax was so near, he could feel Naomi’s body spasm around his as she came and he unleashed the beast inside. Sucking on her tits, he hammered his cock in her pussy, his thrusts animalistic as he vigorously fucked her into oblivion.

  White hot jets of cum exploded from his crown, filling the condom. He jerked and, still ravenously suckling her nipple in his mouth, he roared around the peak, “Naomi!” He strained, pumping his hips until the last shuddering vestiges of his climax ended.

  He collapsed on top of her, enjoying the feeling of being cradled in her lush body. Skittered remnants of the spectacular orgasm made him languid. He held her close, letting his heart rate return to normal. And then he lifted his head up and stared into her stunning face which was filled with wonder, her lashes brimming with tears.

  “I didn’t hurt you, little one, did I?” He traced his knuckles over her cheek in a soft caress.

  She shook her head. “No, Sir. I didn’t know it could be like that.”

  While he was more than familiar with exceeding a sub’s desires in the bedroom, Naomi’s wonder over what they had shared wriggled its way inside his chest. She moved him—unintentionally on her part, he was certain. It made him want to cuddle her, promise her the moon and the stars.

  “That’s just the tip of the iceberg, little one.” Unable to help himself, he claimed her mouth for a tender mingling of lips and tongue, pleased with her honesty. He wanted her to remember this night. And, more than anything, he wanted a repeat, which was not like him. There had only been one other woman who had made him crave more than one night in her bed and the difference was, he didn’t intend to share Naomi with anyone. For the time being, she was his submissive.

  Naomi belonged to him.

  He released her lips and then withdrew his flaccid shaft. Already his mind was working on the wicked delights he’d introduce her to tomorrow.

  With a sigh, she settled herself against his side and he wrapped his arm around her as she laid her head on his shoulder. He yawned, noting that Naomi’s eyes were already closed and she was softly snoring.

  Jared closed his eyes, more satisfied and comfortable than he had been in a long time. And it had much to do with the woman residing in his arms.

  Chapter 8

  Naomi awoke in stages. Her body was swimming through a haze induced by multiple orgasms. She had lost count of the number of times she had climaxed. Jared was, without a doubt, the master of the female orgasm. Her body came alive at the memory. Her nipples felt raw and abused, her thighs ached and were slightly chafed. She stretched, her muscles sore from the previous night’s exertions, only to discover an empty bed.

  Disappointment, startling in its size and breadth, lanced its way through her chest like a steel-forged sword. Naomi knew deep down she should not be surprised. Jared was a player. He ran a BDSM island getaway, for pity’s sake. If anything, she should be shocked he’d allowed her to stay in his bed and hadn’t kicked her out shortly after the festivities had ended.

  Naomi always wanted more. Wasn’t that something her ex-husband had accused her of? That she had always strived to achieve more, better herself? That she didn’t just want to own her cake but wanted to devour the whole thing? For Naomi, she didn’t want a string of meaningless one-night stands. It wasn’t how she was built. She was the long-haul relationship gal, the one looking for not only a lover but her best friend. She wanted to imbibe everything life had to offer.

  Her ex-husband had made her be
lieve—through his narcissistic bullying and gas lighting—that their relationship was just such a thing. When in reality, it had been a monster, he was a monster behind the civil jovial veneer he’d shown and which had slipped once the ink on their vows had dried.

  Naomi slid from Jared’s bed, her body gloriously sore. Maybe she should be thankful that he didn’t want more than a night. Maybe she should chalk it up to a wonderful life experience and leave it at that.

  She spied her clothing, neatly folded on his chair. If that wasn’t a clear message that he didn’t want her nosing around his dungeon and, more importantly, his things, then she didn’t know what was. She was such a head case.

  Was it any wonder that she’d allowed an abusive conman into her life? One night with Jared and she woke with stars in her eyes and hope in her heart. That wasn’t the way the world worked. She, more than most, should know that by now.

  She had to get a grip.

  Last night had been amazing. She stripped the bedding and tossed it in the washing machine, cleaning up after the two of them once she was dressed. Naomi didn’t want to diminish the effect the earth-shattering sex with Jared had in her life, but he’d been scratching an itch, nothing more, where she was concerned. They were worlds apart on every other level. He was the type who ended up with the swimsuit model, not the maid. As much as Naomi had worked on her education and trying to better herself, she knew there were things that were lacking, that she was lacking.

  But she’d made it out of the ghetto of Miami and had escaped an abusive ex-husband. Growing up in a myriad of foster homes, she hadn’t experienced a typical upbringing with parents who cared whether she was looked after or not. Most—not all, but many—of the homes she’d been shipped to as a teen had only wanted her for the check from the state, not for any real sense of familial bond or desire to raise an orphan teen.