Teasing Her Marine Master

by Lola Rivera

  Wanting inside her, he pulled away and grasped her by the shoulders. She gasped as he manhandled her into position on the bed. When he crawled over her, she fell back against his pillows with a pleasured sigh and spread her thighs for him. He knelt between them, grasped his cock and teased the crown through her slick folds. She moaned when he circled her clit with his cockhead, the slippery cream seeping from her core easing his movements.

  With one hard thrust, he impaled her snug, hot cunt on his cock. She clutched at his arms as he took her with long, drawn-out thrusts. Hands on either side of her head, he drove into her sweet pussy. Her breasts jiggled and drew his attention. He cupped one breast as he pounded her cunt and tweaked her pebbled nipple.

  Chest to chest now, he captured her lips in a punishing kiss. She surrendered completely as he plundered her mouth. Her willingness to please him and give up control filled him with such a desire to master her. Somehow she'd managed to ensnare him.

  He slid his hand between their bodies and shifted his hips. His fingertips found her clit. She whimpered as he circled the nub with the rough pads of his fingers. He changed the angle of his penetration, stroking that spot inside her pussy that made Jolie gasp. Her cunt clenched tighter and tighter until finally she shattered. The clamping waves of her pussy drove him over the edge. He slammed deep as his cum shot from his cock in searing spurts.

  Wrung out and boneless, he collapsed next to her on the bed. For a long moment, they stared at one another. Reality began to intrude. She must have seen the concern and guilt etched on his face. She shook her head and smiled before placing her head on his chest and snuggling up against him. It was such a small gesture but it made the whole world melt away. In that moment it was just the two of them and nothing else mattered.

  His hand rode the curve of her back to her plump little ass. She hissed when he caressed the hot skin. "It's a good thing I packed my boyshorts and a sarong."

  He chuckled and gave her bruised backside a pat. "Yep."

  "I probably won't be able to sit down for a week without thinking of this."

  "That's the idea, sweetheart."

  She played with his chest hair, her fingertips pulling and scratching. "You're a dirty old bastard, you know that?"

  He snorted. "And you're a naughty little slut."

  She laughed and pecked his cheek. "Quite a pair, huh?"

  "Yes." She'd touched on his sentiments exactly. They were a rather perfectly matched pair. If she wasn't Derek's kid…

  But he couldn’t even go there. This fling wasn't going anywhere. It ended tonight. He would hold her for a while, let her recover from the adrenaline and oxytocin rushes of her first taste of truly rough loving, and then send her on her way.

  That was the plan at least. At some point, they both dozed off. Sometime later, Mack woke with a start. He bolted upright in bed when he realized those first pale rays of sunshine were streaking through his curtains. "Shit!"

  Swearing, he glanced down, expecting to find Jolie still asleep next to him. But she wasn't there. Her side of the bed was cool to the touch. She'd been gone a long time.

  He finally realized he was clutching something soft in his hands. Her panties, he discovered. No doubt she'd put them there as a reminder of all they'd done.

  Guilt soured his gut. He'd meant to show her a little more tenderness and care. His rock-hard morning wood reminded him just how badly he still craved Jolie's soft, nubile body. More than anything, he wanted to roll over and see her smiling back at him.

  That was a dream of course. The little cock tease could never be his.

  He flopped back into bed and threw an arm over his eyes, shielding them from the intruding sunlight. Memories of his steamy night with Jolie tormented him. Eventually, he shoved out of bed, pulled on his running shorts and shoes and left for a long, hard run. If he couldn't exercise her out of his system, there was always that case of beer he'd brought with him.

  When he returned home an hour-and-a-half later, every muscle in his body ached and burned. A cool shower and breakfast were what he craved now. Until he made the mistake of checking his cell phone, that is. The blinking green light caught his eye. He tapped the screen and spotted the text message icon. Her phone number taunted him.

  Against his better judgment, he opened the text message—and nearly fainted. She'd sent him a picture of her pretty pink pussy, her delicate fingers parting the lips so he could see all her secrets. The message accompanying the picture was short and sweet: C U 2NITE.

  "Fuck!" Swearing up a storm, he marched into the bathroom and turned on the shower. His raging hard-on tormented him. This was going to be one hell of a long day.

  Chapter Three

  Jolie knew she was playing with fire but she just couldn't stop. She was having too much fun and Mack was just too fucking sexy. She'd been in lust with her father's best friend for years now. That childish crush had slowly blossomed into something more profound and intense over the last year. Knowing they'd be thrown together here at the lake had filled her with such excitement. She'd decided this was her chance to get what she wanted.

  Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Mack would cave to her. She'd assumed she'd be lucky to sneak a few kisses but—oh, hell—she'd gotten so much more.

  She shivered as the memories of their trysts raced through her mind. The things he'd done to her! The things she'd let him do to her! She'd been nurturing fantasies of submission for a while now. Her parents had an extensive erotic library and had never denied her access to the books. From the moment she'd picked up that first tale of dominance and submission, she'd been hooked. She wanted to try that. She wanted to be dominated. She wanted to find pleasure under a Master's hand.

  And, god, hadn't she done just that? Mack's skillful hands had driven her to the heights of ecstasy and back. The man knew how to manipulate her body and had shown her things about her own sexuality she hadn't even realized. She'd never come so hard or so many times. She hadn't even thought that was possible.

  Unfortunately for Mack, he'd created a monster. One afternoon in the shower and a night in his bed just wasn't enough. She craved more of him. She needed more of him.

  Her stomach flip-flopped at the chirp of her phone. She snatched up the hot pink bejeweled device. Her heart stuttered at the sight of Mack's face on her screen. She slid her finger over the screen to accept the call. Fingers trembling, she lifted the phone to her ear. "Hello."

  "Come over. Now."

  The call ended without warning. She clutched the phone in her shaky fingers as Mack's gruff voiced echoed in her mind. Already, her clit throbbed.

  She wasted no time following his order. Her parents had been gone for half an hour at one of their "bridge" parties. In other words, they were about to start swinging with the other like-minded couples at that big lodge. They probably wouldn't be home until sunrise, if even then. She and Mack had all night—and she intended to make the best of it.

  Jolie didn't bother with panties or a bra. She slipped into a flirty sundress and quickly slid on some sandals and left the house with only her phone, just in case something happened and her parents needed to reach her.

  At Mack's back door, she hesitated before knocking. A little tremor of fear rattled her chest. Last night had been intense. Her bruised ass was still sore to the touch. Her nipples were tender, too. The practical, smart side of her screamed to go back to her cabin and let go of this infatuation with Mack.

  The naughty, curious side spurred her hand into action. She wanted to be with Mack again. She needed to know what else he would do to her. She desired his hands on her again more than anything.

  He answered after the first knock. The door flew open and he grasped her hand, hauling her inside the darkened house. She gasped as he spun her around and smashed her smaller body between his and the wall. He kicked the door shut. The slam reverberated through the wall and into her palms.

  "Ah!" She shivered as his lips ghosted across her neck. His hard cock jutted again
st her ass. She held her breath as his hands moved under her flimsy skirt. His rough, callused palms rasped her naked skin. He cupped her pussy and squeezed her ass cheek at the same time, his big hands taking whatever they wanted.

  "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Jolie."

  She gulped. "Promise?"

  He laughed then, the sound so rich and amused. "Baby girl, you're flirting with danger."

  "Precaution never was my strong suit."

  He chuckled against her neck and nipped at her shoulder. "Do you remember your safe word?"

  "Red."

  "Good girl. Don't be afraid to use it, Jolie. I won't think less of you."

  No, he wouldn't. She believed that with every fiber of her being. She trusted him implicitly. She trusted that he wouldn't take things too far. If he ever did, that safe word was her safety net.

  He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her away from the wall. She gasped at the slightly sharp bite against her scalp. He didn't pull hard enough to harm her, just enough to create that delicious ache of discomfort that made her pussy clench and her nipples tighten to hard peaks. She walked in front of him, letting him guide her movements with the fingers threaded through her hair, and ended up in his bedroom. The flashbacks from last night made her weak in the knees. Oh, hell! They'd really done some dirty stuff in here.

  Her gaze fell to his bed. A selection of sex toys had been lined up on the patchwork quilt. The penny dropped. "Is that what you were up to when you disappeared this afternoon? You went shopping? I looked all over for you."

  "Last night I had to improvise. Tonight, I've got the tools I need."

  She swallowed hard at the sight of dildos, vibrators and anal plugs. The padded leather cuffs looked rather enticing. She'd played around with a set a friend owned but hadn't ever let anyone use them on her. That took so much trust.

  Trust she was willing to give Mack.

  "Ow!" She yelped as his big hand smacked her butt. She glared at him. "What was that for?"

  "That first one was for not addressing me properly." He held her arm and delivered two more whacks that made her cry out. "These are for being bratty."

  "Sorry, sir."

  He kissed her cheek, the gesture sweet and forgiving. "Strip."

  She stepped forward and turned to face him. Very slowly, she grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. He took the dress from her and draped it over the chair in the corner. When he came back, Mack walked a circle around her and studied her body. His hand caressed her bruised bottom. "Still sore?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "It looks beautiful," he murmured. His finger traced one of the stripes imprinted by the belt. She had to agree with him. She'd been a bit surprised by how oddly beautiful her marked skin looked. This morning, she'd spent a good ten minutes just staring at her ass in the mirror and reliving the memories of their two times together.

  "And these?" He cupped her breasts and brushed his fingers across her nipples. "I was a little rough with them. Do they hurt?"

  "They're tender, sir, but I'm not in pain."

  "Good." He stepped in front of her and gazed down into her eyes. He touched her cheek and smiled down at her. "You really are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

  She warmed under his adoring gaze. "Thank you, sir."

  When his lips met hers, she gave a little moan. It felt so good to be kissed by a man who knew what he was doing. There was no fumbling or awkwardness, no uncertainty in how to kiss or when to deepen it. Mack possessed the confidence of a skilled lover. Under his loving hand, she was learning more than she'd ever imagined.

  Mack crouched and grasped the backs of her thighs. He lifted her up off the floor. On instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed and placed her on it. She shuddered with anticipation as he crawled over her. The thin cotton of his t-shirt grazed her stiff nipples. His jeans were rough against her thighs.

  She sighed as Mack's lips dropped to her throat. He peppered kisses along the curve of her neck and then lower along the swells of her breasts. He traced her nipples with the tip of his tongue and suckled them gently, the long, slow pulls making her wetter and wetter.

  "We're going to start things off nice and easy, sugar." His lips traveled down the slope of her belly. He dropped off the bed onto his knees and hauled her ass down to the edge of the mattress. "After that, I can't make any promises."

  She swallowed hard as the realization that she had no idea what would happen to her tonight. Maybe he'd just fuck her. Maybe he'd tie her up again and beat her ass. Maybe he'd use all those toys on her pussy and ass and leave her gasping and begging for mercy. She didn’t know—and it thrilled her.

  Eyes closed, she licked her lips and enjoyed the trembling sensation invading her lower belly as Mack's mouth teased across her cunt. He parted her folds with his fingers and swirled a fingertip around her clit. The tiny nub was already swollen and aroused. His finger moved lower and dipped inside her wet pussy. He made an appreciative sound at that discovery.

  His lips touched her clit and she gasped. His tongue flicked lazily around the pink pearl. She swiveled her hips and relished the decadent sensations he evoked. His tongue fluttered over her clit before he sucked it between his lips. He teased the bud. When he released her clit and penetrated her pussy with his tongue, she saw stars. Grasping the quilt in both hands, she rocked her hips and moaned. He tongue-fucked her in the most wonderful way. His tongue wiggled side to side and thrust back and forth.

  "Please," she begged. "Oh, please, Master."

  He groaned against her pussy and swiped his tongue right back to her clit. He flicked it faster now and then swirled the pliable, velvety muscle over the bud. There was no holding back now. She wanted to draw out the blissful feeling but her orgasm slammed into her. Toes curled against the bed, she rocked atop the bed in time with the blissful bursts "Oh! Oh! Master! Ah!"

  Mack's tongue left her and she went limp. It was the sound of a lid snapping open that pulled her sated gaze from the ceiling to the man kneeling between her thighs. He squirted a dollop of clear lube on his fingertips. "Hook your hands under your knees and lift them up high."

  She bit her lower lip as embarrassment burned her face but did as instructed. She lifted her legs high in the air and rolled onto her shoulders. "Oh!"

  He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath. His fingertips smeared the slippery gel over her virgin asshole. He worked one finger inside her and then a second. She wiggled as her body protested the intrusion. When the fingers of Mack's other hand started to rub her clit, she quieted. Now that felt good.

  "You like that?" His fingers drove her crazy as he stroked inside her ass and strummed her clit. "Look at you. My little anal whore."

  From anyone else, that kind of language would have been insulting. Honestly, she'd have popped any other man in the fucking mouth for talking to her in that way. Her father hadn't raised her to take crap like that from anyone.

  But with Mack it was different. He spoke with such adoration, even as those filthy words dripped from his beautiful mouth. She couldn't explain it. What would have been an insult from any other man sounded like a pet name from Mack.

  "I'm going to fuck your ass, Jolie. Make no mistake."

  She gulped. "Yes, sir."

  "I won't hurt you. Do you trust me?"

  "I do, sir."

  "We'll work up to it."

  "Yes, sir."

  His fingers slowly pulled free from her ass. A second later, she heard the lube bottle opening again. He picked up something from the bed. She didn't have to wonder for long what it was. The smooth, blunt tip of a butt plug pressed against her hole. She clenched on instinct.

  "No." Mack stroked her thigh, his fingers still wet with lube. "Relax your ass, Jolie. Let me in."

  She exhaled a shuddery breath and tried to follow his orders. The butt plug breached her ass and started to enter her. The fingertips on her clit moved a little faster now. Her body felt torn between the
panic and discomfort of the slick plug invading her ass and the deliciously good sensation of his fingertips swirling over her clit.

  "Ah!" The toy plopped into her backside. She squirmed at the bizarre sensation of the plug fully sheathed in her backside. It felt…odd. "I don't think I like this."

  "I don't remember asking." He petted her thigh. "Give it a chance. If you don't like it, or if it starts to hurt, use your safe word."

  The reminder of how easily she could put an end to this soothed her. "Yes, sir."

  He kissed her thigh. "Do you have a vibrator, Jolie?"

  She was momentarily stunned by the frank question. "Yes, sir."

  "What kind?"

  She actually blushed. "The bullet style." She remembered the assortment of toys on his bed. "Like that pink one you bought."

  "Is that so?" A moment later, he pressed something into her hand. "Here. Use it."

  She was glad he couldn't see her face. Even though they'd already been intimate, this seemed so embarrassing to her. Still, she didn't hesitate to do as he'd asked. She twisted the vibrator to activate it and left it on a low setting. She placed it against her clit and rubbed it side to side before swirling it around a little.

  "Unnnh!" Her eyes widened when Mack grasped the butt plug and started to slowly fuck her with it. The buzz on her clit felt so good it overwhelmed the strangeness of being penetrated anally. She moaned as the plug glided in and out of her asshole. Wanting to experience even more pleasure, she kicked up the vibrating speed on the pink bullet.

  Mack slid the plug back in deep and stood. He started to undress. "Don't take that vibrator off your clit."

  "I won't, sir." Her belly clenched as that coil of bliss started to tighten.

  He peeled out of his jeans. "Are you close?"

  "Yes, sir." She bit her lip as the first panicky wave hit her.

  "If you come without my permission, I'm going to punish you."

  "What?" Her gaze to jumped to his face. He stood naked by the bed and gazed down at her, his arms crossed in front of his chest in the most imperious way.

  "Come without my permission and I'll punish you." He was serious. She started to pull the vibrator off her clit but he shook his head and pointed at her pussy. Gulping she put it back. "Ask me nicely and I might let you come."