Teasing Her Marine Master

by Lola Rivera

  "Please, sir." She curled her toes and clenched her other hand into a fist. "Please let me come."

  "No."

  "Oh, god. Please. Please, sir."

  "No."

  Her thighs trembled. She stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about the wonderful buzzing vibrating her clit. "Please. Please, Master."

  He bent down and slid two fingers into her juicy pussy. "No."

  She couldn't help it. The added stimulation of those two fingers shoved her over the edge. She came hard. "Ah! Ah! Master! Ah!"

  "Oh, you bad, bad girl." The fingers buried in her cunt started to fuck her fast. "Coming without my permission." His thrusting fingers forced her into a second even more powerful orgasm. "Look at you. Coming on my fingers. Coming with that toy in your ass. Dirty little girl."

  Jolie's head whipped side to side as he tormented her with his fingers. That plug in her ass suddenly felt very good. The vibrator on her clit was just too much. When he took it away from her, she sagged with relief. He removed his fingers, too, but kept the plug seated in her ass. "I'm sorry, sir."

  "I don't think you are." She flinched when he touched her ass but he just chuckled. "I'm not going to spank you. Your ass has had enough, I think. I've got something else in mind. You're not going to like this." He tossed the vibrator aside and bent down to retrieve something from the pocket of his discarded jeans. "But I know I will."

  That definitely didn't bode well for her. She spotted the gleaming silver nipple clamps attached to a chain the second he knelt on the bed. They dangled from his big, rough hand and jingled intimidatingly. "Oh, no! No!"

  She'd read enough about those things to know how infernal they could be. Having Mack pinch and squeeze her nipples was bad enough. Now he wanted to put those things on her? Oh, hell no.

  He placed a hand on her lower belly. "Do you want to safe out?"

  She went still and considered his question. Was she afraid of the clamps? Oh, hell yes. Were they going to hurt? Yep. Would Mack put them on her if he didn't think she could handle it?

  No. The answer came to her with a resounding thud. He knew she could take it. Because he believed in her, she believed in herself.

  "No, sir. I don't want to use my safe word."

  His lips twitched with a smile. "All right then. Hold still."

  She held her breath as he attached first one clamp and the other. There wasn't a sharp blast of pain as she'd been expecting, just an uncomfortable vise-like grip. She inhaled and exhaled slowly. Okay, she could do this.

  Mack cupped her breasts and kneaded her flesh. She winced at the throbbing ache. "All right?"

  "Yes, sir." She was. It was an odd squeezing feeling but she'd get used to it soon enough. She'd already gotten used to the plug in her butt.

  He climbed off the bed and pointed a spot on the floor. "Kneel."

  She hastily complied but frowned as the toy crammed in her backside made the kneeling position a bit precarious. Her breasts felt more sensitive. The chain connecting the clamps pinching her nipples slapped against her skin.

  Mack fisted his cock, his scarred fingers sliding up and down his erect shaft. "Hands behind your back. Open your mouth."

  Lips wide open, Jolie waited for Mack's cock. The head nudged her lips. She licked him, making him nice and wet before he pressed forward. He thrust in and out of her mouth very leisurely at first. She gazed up at him and reveled in the sight of this lean, mean-looking man enjoying her mouth. His chest heaved. His jaw was tight. His nostrils flared as he fucked her mouth.

  She relaxed her jaw and flattened her tongue for him. She wanted to show him just how good she could make him feel. He'd already given her so much pleasure and taught her so much. He was so much older and worldly, there was no way she could teach him anything. But pleasure? Oh, yes. She could do that.

  Mack grasped his cock and stroked it. "Suck my balls, Jolie. Put them in your mouth. Run your tongue all over them."

  She hummed hungrily and dipped her head. He pulled up on his cock as he jerked himself. His balls dangled right there and were perfectly accessible. She laved the taut sac and flicked her tongue against the seam. She sucked one side of his pouch and then the other before nibbling him gently.

  "Show me your mouth," he ordered. He took the chain attacked to the nipple clamps and looped it over his dick. He tapped his cockhead against her lips, smearing his pre-cum all over her skin. The chain tugged on the clamps and made her hiss. Her clit pulsed though. "Open wide. Wider."

  She did as instructed. He started to fuck her mouth fast now. His fingers tangled in her hair. He pumped her head back and forth on his cock. The chain jiggled and tugged at her nipples. Her heart raced at the dirtiness of it. Her pussy started to ache with emptiness. She wanted to reach down and touch her clit but didn't dare. Having him fuck her face just turned her on so damn much.

  "Breathe," he ordered as he shoved deep in her throat. She gagged around him, the panic making her ass tighten around the plug. Her pussy clenched. He pulled back finally and she dragged a long, shuddery breath into her lungs.

  When she'd composed herself, Mack pushed inside her mouth again. The head of his cock nudged the back of her throat. She tried to muscle down her gag reflex but it was too hard. This was too new for her. He groaned as she gagged around the tool buried in her throat.

  "So fucking pretty," he murmured and caressed her face. Long strands of saliva stretched from her mouth to his cock as he pulled totally free. He painted her lips with his pre-cum and her saliva. She sat back on her heels as best she could with that damn plug in her butt. Hands resting on her thighs, she watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her. She blushed under his intense stare.

  "Come here." He patted his naked lap. She rose and stood before him. Sitting on his lap wouldn't be comfortable with that thing in there. Instead, she straddled his thighs and took some of the pressure off. He cupped her face and brushed his thumb along the curve of her cheek. When he kissed her, she experienced the most wondrous thrill. She liked pleasing her Master.

  Except that he wasn't her Master. Before sunrise, he'd send her on her way. This thing they were sharing suddenly felt a little smutty and wrong. It didn't have to be that way. They were both adults. They could do whatever they wanted but she felt certain Mack lacked the courage to take this beyond the lake house.

  "What?" He eyed her carefully.

  "Nothing, sir." She dropped her gaze.

  "You'll be a shit poker player, sugar. I can see it written all over your face." He clasped her chin and forced her to meet his questioning gaze. "What's wrong?"

  She shrugged. "I was just thinking about the fact that this will probably be it for us."

  For a long moment, he said nothing. His silence ratcheted up her anxiety. "Maybe not."

  Hope flared within her. "What does that mean?"

  "It means that it's complicated." He kissed her tenderly. "Let's not think about all that right now. Later, we'll figure something out. Right now, let's get back to the good stuff."

  She nodded and grinned. "Okay…sir."

  He playfully popped her backside. "Get on the bed. On your back," he clarified.

  "Yes, sir." She moved into position and waited anxiously. Mack made quick work of cuffing her wrists and hooking them to the metal bars of his headboard. He looped rope around her ankles and connected those bonds to the bars. Feet in the air and ass elevated, Jolie tested the restraints. They were tight enough to keep her from wiggling or escaping but not enough to harm her.

  Mack gathered up the toys that had been scattered around the bed and the lube. She gulped at the mischievous gleam in his eyes. She was probably going to regret coming here tonight. If he did half the things she imagined, she'd be lucky to walk tomorrow morning.

  He penetrated her with his long, thick fingers. "Baby, you get so fucking wet." He sounded so happy about that. "Love this slick, wet cunt."

  She whimpered as his fingers explored her. He held her wide open and
tapped her clit until she squirmed. He laughed at her predicament and continued to finger her. "Those clamps have to come off soon, Jolie."

  She grimaced, certain she was going to hate the removal of the pinching little bastards more than the application. While he rubbed her clit, he reached up and removed the clamp pinching her left breast. She gasped as the searing bright pain stabbed her nipple. Blood rushed back to the starved vessels. She thought she just might die.

  When he reached for the second clamp, she twisted and begged. "No! Oh! Oh, no. Please, Master. Please, no."

  "Sorry, sugar." His finger swirled over her clit and he unclamped that clip.

  She cried out as the piercing pain swept across her breast. Her nipple throbbed and pulsed. "Oh! Oh! Owww!"

  "Sh," Mack cooed. His fingers strummed her clit a bit faster now. He picked up a fat, short dildo and rubbed it through her slick folds. "Let's get started, baby girl."

  For the next half hour, Mack tormented her with the dildos and vibrators. She thrashed as the pleasure overrode her brain. Her screams of ecstasy echoed in the small bedroom. She could hardly think as she experienced wave after wave of pleasure. His sensual assault threatened to break her.

  "Please," she begged, limp and boneless now. "Please, Master. No more."

  "No more?" He shook his head. "Oh, honey, I think there's still a few orgasms left in you."

  "No, sir." She whimpered and tugged at her bonds. "Oh, please, no."

  "I told you I was going to fuck your ass, Jolie. We'll see how many times you come with my dick buried in your virgin ass."

  Glistening with sweat and drowning in arousal and lust, Jolie groaned as Mack eased the plug from her butt. He coated his rock-hard erection with lube and pushed the blunt crown of his cock against her hole. Even after having the toy inside her, she was still so tight. It didn't help that he had that massive tool.

  His thumb moved up and down against her clit while he shoved into her ass inch by inch. He took his time, never thrusting or causing her harm. Her nipples had pulled tight again. The pink pebbles seemed to beg for his attention and he gave it. He pinched and tweaked the nubs until she thought she'd just die.

  "Fuck, baby!" Mack's jaw tightened. He'd gone balls deep in her ass. "You're squeezing my cock so tight." He swept a hand down her belly. "You've got the best pussy and ass. The shit dreams are made of, sugar."

  She figured Mack had had enough women to make that a compliment. He gripped her thighs and started to fuck her ass. She moaned at the wild sensation of having his big dick in her bottom. He seemed to be savoring the experience. His thrusts were deliberate and measured.

  "Oh! Oh!" Her fingers curled into fists as he played with her pussy. Two of his fingers penetrated her. His thumb stayed on her clit, manipulating the tiny pearl in a rhythm that made her hips swivel. Her orgasm started to build low and soft in her core. Instead of shrieking, she gasped and held her breath as she came. Each of wave pleasure seemed to emanate from deep within her. Her ass clamped rhythmically around Mack's cock. Her pussy fluttered around his fingers. It was too much, too much…

  "Breathe, Jolie." Mack's insistent order pulled her from that haze of ecstasy. She sucked in a series of shuddery breaths. Her vision cleared a bit and her ears were no longer buzzing.

  Mack leaned over her then, his shoulders nudging her bound legs even wider apart. He captured her mouth and started to jackhammer her ass. The stubble on his face rasped her cheek as he nuzzled against her. His tongue stabbed deep in her mouth as his cock plunged in and out of her once virgin but now well-used hole.

  Her whole body was on fire. Her pussy ached with need. Her clit, still super sensitive, responded to the touch of his body. With every thrust, that flat plank of skin along his happy trail rubbed her clit. "Oh! Oh! Ah! Master! Mack! Mack!"

  She climaxed hard and thought for sure she really would die this time. He grunted and fucked her so fast the whole bed shook. With a hard thrust, he buried his dick balls deep and spilled his semen in her willing body. He sagged against her and whispered her name over and over again.

  Lost in the afterglow of the roughest, most amazing fuck of her short life, Jolie trembled beneath him. Reluctantly, he pulled from free from her ass. He carefully untied and uncuffed her. His warm hands were gentle now as he caressed her marked skin. His lips danced across the red spots.

  When he left the bed, she whimpered and reached for him. He caressed her breast and whispered, "I'll be right back."

  She believed him. Eyes closed, she tried to remember what it had felt like before this night. Never again would she be the same. Never would any man come close to giving her what Mack had.

  When he returned to the bed, he carried a hand towel and a damp wash cloth. He cleaned her with such gentleness. She rolled onto her side when he was done and waited for him to come back to bed. He'd carried the toys into the bathroom, probably to clean them. Sometime later, he came back to her side.

  "Hang on," Mack said and tugged the covers down beneath her. He slid into the bed with her and hauled her tight against his chest before tucking the covers around her. "You okay, sugar?"

  "I'm amazing." A sappy smile curved her mouth. "And sleepy."

  "Rest," he whispered. "I'll wake you when it's time to go home."

  She tried to ignore how the thought of being sent home on a walk of shame made her feel. It couldn’t be helped, she reminded herself. This was her daddy's best friend. He would flip the fuck out if he realized what was going on between his baby girl and his friend.

  She really didn't want to think about that right now. She wanted to enjoy what time she had with Mack.

  Snuggling closer, she murmured, "Make sure you wake me."

  Chapter Four

  Mack knew the instant Jolie fell asleep. He wasn’t surprised it had taken her less than five minutes to surrender to the pull of sleep. He'd worn her out—and had had a damn good time doing it.

  So what the hell was he going to do with her now? Sending her home grated at his already raw nerves. It wasn't right, but he wanted her. He wanted Jolie. Simple as that, really.

  He just didn't know how to keep her. Derek was going to have an aneurism once he realized what was going on between them. There were no two ways about it. The man was probably going to try to kill him. Luckily for Mack, his skills in that department were far better than Derek's. He'd probably survive but it wouldn't be pretty. For Jolie, though, he had to try.

  A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. This late at night a knock on the door meant trouble. Concerned a neighbor might be sick or in need, he shifted out from beneath Jolie and slid out of bed. She mewled like a kitten but fell right back asleep. Smiling at her, he hopped into his jeans and retrieved his pistol from the bedside drawer. Though it was probably just someone with a blown breaker or some other random need, he couldn't be too safe. Pistol in hand but lowered to the ground, Mack headed out of the bedroom.

  He didn't bother checking the peep hole. When he opened the door, he wished he had. "Derek."

  Jolie's father and his best friend stood on the porch looking concerned and just a little pissed off. "She's here, isn't she?"

  "Yep." Mack gave a stiff nod and placed the gun on the entryway table. The last thing they needed complicating this matter was a loaded weapon.

  Derek's gaze flashed with anger. "In your bed?"

  Mack steeled for the punch that he was sure was coming. "Yes."

  Derek's jaw visibly tightened. "I ought to kick your ass for touching my baby."

  "She's a grown woman, Derek. But, yeah, you probably should."

  "You should have told me, Mack. I shouldn't have had to wake to the sound of my daughter sneaking back in the house last night. I sure as shit shouldn't have had to come home early to an empty house. You should have told me and not made me piece it together."

  Mack winced. "You're right. For what it's worth, I never meant for this to happen."

  Derek regarded him for a moment. "No, I'm sure you didn't."<
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  "It's not a fling, Derek. I care for her."

  "You damn well better!"

  "I do."

  Derek sighed loudly. "Barb told me she'd suspected Jolie had feelings for you. She wasn't sure if you cared for Jolie or not. I guess now we know. Barb's not thrilled about this by the way but she's more willing to let it play out than I am. She made me promise not to drag Jolie out of the house—and not to kill you." He shook his head. "She can stay tonight. I think it's probably best for us if we have a bit of a cooling off period. In the morning, I want the two of you at our breakfast table, understood? We're going to talk this out and figure out how to move forward."

  "I'm not giving her up without a fight, Derek."

  Derek's cheek twitched. "Well I'm glad to hear that."

  Mack reeled in shock. "You are?"

  "Look, Mack, I'll be honest. I'm pretty pissed off at you right now. I'm also really uncomfortable with the idea of my adult but still teenage daughter sleeping with you. But I also realize you're probably the only man in the world I trust with her."

  "I'll do right by her."

  "I know you will."

  They stared at one another for a long time before Derek finally nodded. "All right. I'm headed back to the house. Remember what I said about breakfast."

  "I will." Mack had relaxed enough that Derek caught him off-guard and slammed his fist into his belly. The other man quickly popped him in the jaw. Mack stumbled backward as pain blossomed in his body. "Shit, Derek!"

  "That's for sneaking around behind my back with my daughter."

  Mack rubbed his belly and jaw. "Understood."

  Derek turned and left the porch. "I'll see you later."

  "Yeah." Mack shut the door and leaned back against it. His gut ached and his jaw would be swollen in the morning but he couldn't wipe the grin off his face.

  Back in his room, he found Jolie sitting up against the headboard. She hugged her knees, the sheet draped over them like a tent. Eyes wide with fear, she asked, "Was that my dad?"