Working for Him

by Willa Edwards

  The rip of fabric rang through the room, and the cool hotel air feathered across her wet pussy. The light touch alone pushed her closer to climax. Lightheaded, her heart pounding in her chest, she spied her underwear tossed aside from the corner of her eye.

  “That’s much better.” His words slid along her body like warm dark chocolate, sweet and powerful. As he spoke, his hand slid back under her skirt, exploring the swollen lips of her pussy. God, she loved that dark rumble in his voice, the husky tone that showed how pleased he was.

  “I didn’t forget, sir,” she whispered, fighting for each breath as his fingers massaged her clit in soft circles. “I like it when you rip them off me.”

  He chuckled. “I can appreciate your honesty, pet.” He slipped a finger inside her and she rocked back against him. “But that doesn’t excuse your disobedience.”

  He reached back and smacked her ass again, a fraction harder. He inserted two digits inside her, driving her roughly until she screamed out. A lightning bolt of sensation ripped through her, fiery and hot and everything she’d come to expect from these stolen conference nights. He fucked her hard with his fingers, thrusting into her in deep, quick movements, until her whole body shook and sweat dripped down her back.

  “I guess someone still needs a lesson as to whose desires matter.”

  He pulled his fingers from inside her, and she couldn’t stop the whimper of protest that ripped from her throat. Her whole body contracted, rejecting his withdrawal.

  He chuckled. “Now, now, pet, you know I’m the one in control here.”

  She nodded. She knew it, she loved it, but she still wanted him inside her.

  His hand wrapped around her nape, his touch firm but not painful. With a slight pressure he pushed her down to her knees. He circled around her, his hand resting on her head, keeping her kneeling before him. Not that she’d stand up without his permission, but because they both enjoyed the small exertion of his control.

  “Open your mouth.”

  She slid her lips apart at his command, the anticipation flaring down her spine. Not knowing what he might do to her, blind to his movements, added a desperate edge to her need. Before her Master, she’d never experimented with sensory deprivation. She’d had no idea how much she was missing.

  His fingers pushed into her mouth. Automatically she enclosed the digits between her lips, sucking them and running her tongue along the pads. Her musky arousal slid across her tongue as she explored his fingers.

  “Lick them clean, pet.” He tightened his grip around her nape, holding her so she couldn’t move away from his hand. Not that she wanted to. The need to please him expanded in her chest, filling in all the empty parts of her deep inside. She slid her tongue between his fingers, across his nails, sucking off any remaining trace of herself from his hand.

  He pulled his fingers from her mouth, and a whimper escaped her throat. His dark chuckle rippled over her. Her pussy clutched, needing more.

  “Don’t worry, pet, I’ve got something else for you.”

  Her body burned at the promise in his voice. She opened her mouth wider, ready for what her Master offered, surrendering to whatever he desired of her. His enjoyment would also be hers.

  The head of his cock pushed between her lips, and she had to remind herself to breathe. His salty masculine flavour slid across her tongue. She moaned at the taste of her Master. So clean and powerful and right.

  He slid his hands into her hair, his grip on her scalp strong and constant. Yet he held still, not demanding any response from her. He cradled her nape, allowing her this time to explore all she wished.

  She sucked on his cock, sliding her tongue along the tip and circling the head. She rubbed her teeth along the sensitive underside and he groaned, tightening his hold in her hair a fraction more. Pain raced along her nerves, and her stomach tightened. She felt more alive, more in tune with her body and her soul, in this second than any other day of the year.

  Then he moved, pushing his cock far into her mouth, and all thoughts besides her Master vanished from her mind. All that mattered was the plunge and retreat of his hips against her face, the musical sounds of his moans and groans as he fucked her mouth.

  She opened her lips wider, inviting him further in. Her jaw ached, the muscles in her cheeks shook with exertion, yet she kept sucking. She couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop. Not until her Master was satisfied.

  In this position, he controlled everything from the speed and depth she took him to the velocity of his movements and even her breathing. In his hands he held her very life, which thrilled her more. If he wanted to he could hurt her, wrap his hands around her throat and constrict her airway, beat her till she bled. But he never did. He always kept her safe. Showing that her trust was not misplaced.

  It was that trust that allowed her to offer him this part of her, the submissive deep inside that she revealed to no one else.

  His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling on the strands, his nails stabbing into her scalp. The bite of pain only increased her need. The wetness dripped between her legs, sliding slowly down her thighs. He thrust against her face, pushing his cock further into her mouth and forcing his way down her throat. She moaned, opening wider to accept even more of him.

  * * * *

  Richard growled, slamming his dick between his lovely pet’s lips. Nothing looked more beautiful than a submissive woman on her knees sucking on a man’s cock. And no woman looked more beautiful on her knees than his pet. The way she allowed him such control, such trust, was nothing short of gorgeous.

  He’d love for her to continue, to watch her suck him off until he had no choice but to come in her mouth. His dick hardened a little more at the thought of her swallowing the huge load he’d release down her throat. She’d certainly earned such punishment. But he wasn’t ready for this night to end. He had far too many plans to let her off the hook so easily.

  Fire flamed in his balls, alerting him that he couldn’t handle much more. He pulled back, extricating his cock from her mouth, and she made a little noise, somewhere between a moan and a whimper. He smiled. “Don’t worry, pet. I’m not through with you yet.”

  He removed the tie from her hair, releasing the mass to drop around her shoulders. He tangled his fingers in her dark locks, loving their softness against his skin. Grabbing a hunk at the nape of her neck, he tugged hard enough to force her to her feet. She moaned, quickly rising to stand before him.

  “I haven’t even gotten you naked yet,” he whispered in her ear, enjoying how she shivered beneath his gaze. She knew what lay ahead for them, so did he, and his cock was standing upright in anticipation.

  His hands wrapped around her body, unfastening the small buttons down the front of her silk blouse and slipping the smooth fabric from her body. His fingers slid along her curves, enjoying the weight and feel of her beasts in his hands. Her tight little nipples stuck out, rubbing across his palms. Releasing the front closure of her bra, he pushed the lace from her tits along with her blouse and down her arms all the way to the rope ensnaring her wrists.

  He dropped his eyes, staring into the naked valley of her cleavage. Her breasts were large, perfect, and all his. The temptation too great, he reached out, grabbing those firm ripe tits and massaging them. She moaned, leaning back against him, pushing into his hands.

  “Like that, pet?”

  She panted, “Yes, Master.”

  At her quick response, he released her breasts. A sadistic smile twisted his lips at the regretful whine she released at the loss, loving each torture he inflicted upon her as he explored further down her body and over her modest skirt. That will teach her to disobey orders.

  A quick unzip later, he slipped the skirt down her hips, exposing the round naked mounds of her ass. His handprints shone bright and pink on her skin. If there was anything sexier than seeing his mark on his woman, he had never experienced it. He prodded the bruises, making her gasp and pant at the sudden flare of pain from his fresh mark.


  “Lie down on the bed, pet, on your back, legs apart.”

  He pushed her in the direction of the mattress. Blindly following his directions, quite literally with the silk scarf covering half her face, she stepped forward, trusting that he’d keep her safe. Her legs shook but she managed the few feet to the mattress, wobbling like a new doe learning to walk, but she still followed his command regardless of her body’s impulses. If he thought she’d fall, he’d reach out and catch her in an instant, but he enjoyed watching her fight through her reaction to do as he instructed.

  Once she reached the mattress, she manoeuvred into the position he’d requested, spreading her legs wide and giving him a good look at the wetness their play had already created. Only a taste of all he had in store for her this week.

  He joined her, sliding onto the sheets beside her. Reaching around her, he released the ties holding her hands back. He peeled the shirt and bra from her arms, leaving her blissfully naked for the first time in their encounter. He rubbed her shoulders, releasing the knots from deep in the muscle, and she moaned beneath his touch.

  He loved this part of play the most, when she was soft and pliant beneath his hands. He could do anything to her, hurt her, fuck her, love her, and in this state, she wouldn’t even try to stop him. She trusted him to take care of her and respect her limits. That trust was worth more than his entire Fortune 500 company, and came just as rarely.

  His heart rate somewhat calmed by the reprieve and his breathing closer to normal, Richard grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head. The position alone renewed the frenzy inside him. Her soft body beneath his thighs, her breasts brushing against his chest, her desperate whimpers for more could drive a man insane. The beast inside him that wanted to bind her to him and claim her as his alone flared to life in his gut.

  With three quick turns he knotted the ropes around the headboard, holding her in the position he desired. He pulled back, smiling down at his captive, his pet. Gorgeous. Her chest rose and fell with her quick breaths. Her dark hair spread across the pillow, her mouth parted on a soft gasp. Even if he had hours, he wouldn’t be able to truly appreciate the splendour before him.

  Unfortunately he didn’t have the kind of time he wanted to enjoy her bound beauty, not if he intended to attend any of his morning meetings in halfway decent shape. But this was the arrangement they’d agreed to years ago, the terms he’d accepted, and he’d enjoy every second he had with her.

  Beginning with reacquainting her with his rules.

  “Whose body is this?” He leant down to whisper against her breasts. He sucked in one nipple, and bit the tip. Her back arched towards him, silently asking for more.

  “Yours,” she responded on a moan, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.

  He did the same to the other side, sucking on her nipple then clamping down on the peak. Serena whimpered beneath him, her plump bottom lip held tight between her teeth.

  With a smile, he leant back to stare at his work. Her breath shuddered, her pink puffy nipples stood at attention on top of her gorgeous full tits. His pet was a sight to behold. And she was all his. For this week at least.

  “Who decides what it wears?” He kissed down her sternum, returning to his previous line of questioning. He decorated the centre of her stomach with open-mouthed kisses before taking a hard bite of the bottom curve. She screamed and moaned, her fingers gripping hard into the rope around her wrists.

  “You do.”

  He slid lower, nuzzling approvingly into the junction of her thighs, licking the seam of her lips and prodding between. Need dripped from her cunt, the tops of her thighs already coated with her desire, and his heart thudded in triumph. He pulled back, leaving her wanting once more as he placed fast, hard kisses down her thighs.

  She whimpered, spreading her legs wider for him, and his chest puffed out a bit more. Like all good subs, Serena didn’t give up her power easily. Proving himself worthy of her submission was a constant battle, one he enjoyed demonstrating over and over again. Just like he planned to do tonight. Each time they met the need to show her who was in charge, of her body and her pleasure, intensified, overpowering every other instinct in his body.

  He bit the inside of her knee, before switching to the other leg. “If I say you aren’t to wear underwear?” Her muscles quivered beneath his mouth, and the ache in his balls intensified.

  “I-won’t-wear-underwear,” she screamed out in one long string.

  He laughed, sliding the rest of the way up her thigh, back to the heaven between. “Good pet.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she screamed out.

  She bucked on the bed, thrashing beneath his mouth, simultaneously arching towards him and trying to escape his touch. The conflict in her actions only made him want to torture her more, to see how far he could push her until she couldn’t take it any longer.

  Looking up the long length of her body, he watched her breasts rise and fall with her rough breaths. Her fingers clung to the rope around her wrists so hard her knuckles had turned white.

  “Since I own this body, if I say…you can’t come?”

  He nibbled on her clit, on the puffy pink lips of her pussy, enjoying each twitch and quiver he created. He slid his hands along her inner thighs, pinning her legs wide open against the mattress. Small whimpering sounds escaped her mouth as his tongue continued to explore.

  “I won’t come,” she responded between rasping breaths, and he rewarded her with another quick nip at her clit.

  He smiled, loving the shiver that skated through her limbs as he held her flat beneath him. His tongue extended, rubbing across her clit before plunging deep inside her wet cunt. He moaned appreciatively against her skin. The sweet honey taste of her pussy, like pure heaven right here on earth, slid across his tongue. She gasped, as he continued to suck her clit, fucking her with his tongue.

  Yet she held back, fighting off the orgasm, her pussy contracting around his tongue. Because he’d told her to.

  He didn’t plan to torture her long, just long enough for her to remember who was in charge, but watching her thrashing beneath him, begging for release with her every breath, he didn’t want to end her torment. He only had one week with her. One week a year. Why shouldn’t he enjoy every second of their time to the fullest? It wasn’t as if she’d complain. She was enjoying herself just as much as he was, the sweet honey almost gushing from her pussy evidence enough for him.

  “Please, Master,” she panted, exciting him further. There was nothing he enjoyed more than a begging sub. And his pet played the part to a T.

  “What do you need, pet?” he asked, knowing the answer too well.

  “I need you.” Her voice sounded thin and desperate, skating the edge.

  “Whatever my pet needs…” He licked her clit one more time, and her entire body convulsed. Her legs flexed around him. She was close, her control pushed to its limit. And so was his. “My pet gets.”

  Sliding back from the cradle of her legs, he rose up to admire his prize. Her chest rose and fell so quickly he worried she might be close to passing out. Her skin flushed the most attractive rosy shade. Her head flung back against the pillow.

  He leant down over her, caging her beneath his body and settling himself between her wide-spread legs. Soft flesh pressed into all his hard muscle.

  “Once I’m all the way inside you, pet, you may come. But not until then.” She nodded, clenching her jaw a little tighter. She was close, but she’d hold out a little longer, because he demanded it.

  “Do I need to wear a condom, pet?” They both loved the intimacy of the bare skin to skin contact. From his physical last month, at the assistance of the board, he’d been deemed in perfect health. He trusted her to tell him if he needed to protect them against pregnancy or other disease.

  She shook her head, and he smiled, pleased with her quick response. “Not for me, Master.”

  “Good,” he growled, loving the vehemence she responded with. They never discussed what they did outside
of their week together, but secretly he always hoped the reason she rejected his need for protection each year was because no other man touched her in the time they were apart. It might be unrealistic, but he couldn’t stand the thought of her with someone else.

  The beast inside him growled at the idea. He never wanted to think of any man touching his pet that way. She was his. With a little extra aggression, he lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed inside. He didn’t thrust in all the way with one quick motion, like he knew she wished for. But he couldn’t slide in one torturous inch at a time the way he wanted either. As much as he was tormenting her, he’d tortured himself as well, and his control was desperately close to snapping.

  Her body contracted around him, making each second inside her even harder to withstand. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the final inch into pure bliss.

  She moaned beneath him, the sound almost painful. He understood the feeling. He pushed the hair back from her face, stuck to her skin with sweat, and placed a quick kiss on her lips. Regardless of how much she needed to come, how pained she was by his slow sensuous torture, she still responded, her mouth moving beneath his, her tongue sliding along his lips.

  Every muscle in his body tensed against the worst assault his control had ever experienced. But he’d withstand it. He had to. For her.

  “You can come now,” he groaned above her. “Come for me, pet.”

  * * * *

  She screamed, her whole body shaking as the orgasm she’d been suppressing escaped with a violent roar. With any other man the strength of the orgasm would have frightened her, but with her Master she felt secure. He’d protect her, he’d keep her safe, no matter what.

  She tightened her legs around him, holding onto him like an anchor in a storm. She threw her head back, panting out each breath. Her ears buzzed and her head felt light. Her heart stopped beating for a second as the swell overwhelmed her.