by H. C. Brown
“No, sir.”
“You are a bad girl, and bad slaves must be punished. Follow me.” Fane led Tamara from the bar, down the hallway, and into a private room.
* * * * *
She had lost weight. Fane bit the inside of his mouth. Damn it, he’d never intended for her to suffer. She wanted a Dom in her life. Why had she not told him before? Was she afraid the knowledge would repel him? Without speaking, he locked the door of the fully equipped dungeon and leaned against the frame, observing Tamara. He could be whatever she needed.
In the light of the flickering candles, she bowed her head in complete submission and clasped her small hands behind her back. Burgundy hair curtained her face in a wall of red flames. Fane inhaled her fragrance laced with the delectable scent of arousal. He smiled at her bent head and fought the desire to pull her into his arms. “Remove your top… slowly. Show me your tits.” He dropped his gaze to the twin orbs bouncing free of their constraint. Her nipples, pink and fully erect, made his mouth water with the need to taste them. “Turn around, open your legs, and bend over the bench. Let me see that sweet ass.”
* * * * *
Tamara turned and bent over the bench. Her breasts pressed hard against the cold, brass buttons in the leather. She shivered against the silver chain lying across her back. For some reason, she could not stop shaking. Lord, this was Fane, her gentle, loving cyborg, not some out-of-control Dom. She jumped at his voice, his commands spoken harshly. She stretched her hands along the bench on his orders. Fane moved around her, swiftly attaching cuffs to wrists and ankles. She turned her head to look at him. Heavens, he was magnificent. As he bent over her to fasten the cuffs, his long, raven hair brushed her arm, sending tingles of delight straight to her pussy.
“You will not look upon your Master without permission.” Fane spun around and walked to a table containing a variety of objects. He selected a blindfold, turned back to Tamara, and covered her eyes. “You know the rules, slave. I must deprive you of sight until you learn to obey your Master.”
Swallowing hard, Tamara closed her eyes. Alone in the darkness, she waited for Fane’s next move. Tied this way, her private parts on display, she was at her Master’s mercy. Seconds dragged by, and her pussy melted in anticipation. Moisture streamed down between her thighs. She could smell his delicious scent and strained against her bindings. Fane’s wet finger touched her mouth, and then traced her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked greedily.
Fane moved his finger in and out of her mouth. He traced her lips again, and then walked around the bench. She looked so inviting spread out for him. The leather skirt pulled up to display her plumb bottom, her legs spread wide to present a tight star and a soft mound of soaking wet folds. God, she was so beautiful. With a groan, he spread her ass cheeks to gorge on her anal star. His tongue circled and plunged, fulfilling his wildest fantasy. Tamara’s gasps of appreciation told him what he needed to know. He dragged his mouth away and took a tube of lube from the bench. Slowly and deliberately, he applied a liberal amount to her tight, puckered hole. He ran his thumb around the taut muscle, and then pressed against the hole. He repeated the action continuously, allowing the tight ring to soften. So small… she would be a joy to fuck. This girl could never have given her ass to anyone; she was too damn tight.
“How many have fucked your ass, slave?”
“Nobody, Master.”
Pushing his lubricated thumb deep inside her anus, Fane watched Tamara’s face. He began to fuck her with his thumb, coaxing the muscles to relax. To his delight, she moaned and lifted her bottom. Fane slapped her firm ass cheeks. His twin cocks strained against the zipper of his tight leather pants. Fane ground his teeth.
“You like my thumb in your ass, don’t you? You’re a bad girl. Next you will be begging me to put my cock inside this tight little hole.”
Taking his time, Fane slapped and then soothed the marks from his hand until a rosy blush covered Tamara’s skin. He used his skill and watched Tamara’s reactions, taking her to the edge, and then slowing back down. Giving her the ultimate pleasure and putting her needs first. He bit back a moan. The woman was so hot. The intoxicating aroma of her feminine arousal brought him close to spilling in his pants. He reached for the flogger and traced a path across her back, over her shoulders, to rest beneath her chin. “Are you bad enough to flog?”
“Yes… Master.”
* * * * *
Tamara waited for the first blow. The darkness heightened her anticipation until she trembled with need. Fane moved around her like a phantom. His warm fingers trailed her back. Then his damp breath brushed her lips in a ghostly kiss. The scent of him surrounded her, and she drank in the heady aroma. She groaned, pulling against the restraints with every swish of the flogger. She loved the delicious sting of the ribbons across her flesh. The alternating slaps from Fane’s large hand sent pulses straight to her pussy. With each slap, Fane moved closer, and her nose caught the arousing scent of his leather pants. Alone in her world of darkness, each tantalizing stroke from her Master brought a wealth of intense pleasure… she wanted so much more.
“Your skin carries my marks well, slave.” Fane trailed the flogger between Tamara’s thighs. “I think you require extra punishment for not trusting your Master.”
Tamara caught her breath. “I’m sorry, Master.”
Six sharp slaps cut across her thighs. The incredible surprise made her gasp out Fane’s name.
“Yes, I know what you need: you must learn to trust me.”
To her delight, Fane’s large hands soothed the pain. Then his rough fingers slipped between her folds to caress her clit in frustratingly slow circles. She pushed against his hand, willing him to allow her to climax. “Please, Master.”
“I’ve not finished with you yet, slave.”
Her bottom tingled with pleasure-pain. He was a Master with a flogger, knew just how to take her to the brink of climax, and then back off, inflicting such exquisite torment. Breathless, Tamara lay panting, waiting for more.
“Open your mouth.”
Complying, Tamara sighed and took Fane’s shaft deep in her mouth. He tasted like heaven, and she swirled her tongue around his length, drawing him deeper inside. She heard him gasp and lavished his length with attention, using lips, teeth, and tongue. She loved the taste of him, the velvet slide across her lips, the heavy thickness thrusting down her throat. Inhaling his rich, musky fragrance, she sucked and teased the helmet and licked across the slit, savoring his flavor. She cried out in protest the moment he withdrew.
“You want more?”
He slid his cock back into her mouth—God it was like silk over steel. Tamara ran her teeth down his length. She sucked hard, taking him deep. Fane’s long fingers twined in her hair; his breath became ragged. Tamara struggled against her bindings, her need to touch him driving her insane with lust.
Oh—my—God. Fane dismissed the idea of allowing his AI to manage his sex drive. He drew a deep breath to gain control over his aching sac. Fuck, she was so damn good at this; one more flick of her tongue and he would be in paradise. Withdrawing from Tamara’s mouth, he moved to the end of the bench. He smiled. The bench was the perfect height for fucking. Bending, he kissed a path down her back, and then licked circles on both rosy ass cheeks. He would take her ass and make her come hard. He rested his shaft against her moist entrance and pressed against her. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Tamara gasped. “I want you to fuck my brains out… Master.”
She lifted her hips and mewed in frustration. Fane, the bastard, tormented her pressing and withdrawing without penetration. “Please… Master.”
“Are you mine, Tamara?”
What had he said? In her own private darkness, Tamara stopped struggling and listened intently. Fane continued to press and withdraw his magnificent cock, driving her to madness.
“Do you love me, babe?” Fane whispered. “Tell me.”
With a sigh, Tamara nodded. “Yes… I love you.”
Emotion welled up and she cried, tears of joy spilling down her cheeks onto the bench. Then he was there, untying her hands, removing the blindfold, and gathering her into his arms. His ardent kiss demanded and soothed. He kissed her neck and then closed his wet mouth over her breast to suckle oh so gently on her nipple. She opened her eyes and gazed into Fane’s stunning blue orbs. “Wow.”
“I love you, Tamara Bright.” Fane gave her a slow smile. “I want you in my life.”
Tamara’s eyes stung with tears. “Really?”
“Ah huh.” Fane licked the tears from her cheeks. “I’m here to stay…We all are. We own Depravity and plan to make Earth our home.” He rested his forehead on Tamara’s and gazed into her eyes. “You know what I am…will you have me, a crazy son-of-a-bitch Dom with an insatiable sex drive?”
Tamara flung her arms around his neck and pressed kisses all over his face. She met his gaze. “Yes…Master… I think I will.”
~The End~
About the Author
First published in 2006, H.C Brown is a multi published, best selling, award winning, author of Historical, Paranormal, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, BDSM, Time Travel, Action Adventure, and Contemporary Romance.
She writes about strong alpha males and all her stories have happy endings.
She married her childhood sweetheart and lives close to the beach in Queensland, Australia. Her interests include art, music, and reading romance.
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