A Dom to Love, Honor, and Obey [Masters of Submission 7] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Jan Bowles

  He looked down at her again. “Hmm, a woman doesn’t have nipples like that when she’s in church.”

  “No, Sir. I can’t help them being that way. It’s you who makes them stick out like that.”

  Her words fuelled his ego again. If there was one thing she knew about Doms, it was that they could never receive too much praise from their subs. As Zack leaned over her, Andrea was irresistibly drawn to the enormous bulge between his legs, and she realized her ideas about the size of his cock were true, because she could clearly identify the erect outline of his penis pushing against the inside of his pants. Dear, God, Zack was huge.

  It wasn’t cold in the air-conditioned dungeon, but she noticed her breasts and stomach had goose bumps. The undoubted consequence of the fevered blood, pulsing through her veins.

  He feathered his hands through her hair. “You’re a grown woman, princess, but you tremble like a small child beneath my touch.”

  “Yes, Sir, I can’t help it.”

  “I wouldn’t want you to. It’s your sheer vulnerability that excites me most of all.”

  Choosing her words carefully, and the way she delivered them, she played to his ego again. “That’s because I’m so very scared, Sir.”

  “Hmm, scared, but not quite scared enough.”

  He ripped the leather skirt from her body, causing the flimsy clasp to snap loudly. Only a pair of the skimpiest panties, which barely covered the slit of her freshly, shaved pussy now preserved her modesty. With sexual intent showing in his eyes, Zack gently pulled at the lacey waistband, causing the wafer thin thread of material running between her legs to disappear inside her soaking wet slit. The scrap of material rubbed erotically against her engorged clit.

  “Oh, Sir.”

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Oh, yes, Sir.”

  He tugged at the waistband of her panties again. This time the string of satin applied even more pressure to her sensitized clit, causing her to moan out loud with a whimper of ecstasy.

  “Oh, Sir, Sir, you…” Through hooded eyes she studied the sexy man standing over her, drinking in the all-knowing smile that had settled on his lips.

  “And have you been well behaved enough to deserve the pleasure your Master gives you?”

  Andrea knew she needed to tread carefully with her reply. Should she be presumptuous and say, Oh yes, Master, I thoroughly deserve the pleasure you give me, it could be construed as being self-serving to the point of arrogance on her part, and that was something no self-respecting Dom would tolerate from their submissive. Instead, she took the diplomatic route.

  “I’ll leave that to the discretion and judgment of my Master. As a mere submissive, I believe it best to be guided by those with greater knowledge and experience than I.”

  Zack nodded benignly, and she figured she gave him the answer he wanted to hear. He tapped her nose with an index finger. “A wise choice of words, my sub.”

  Phew.

  It had been a test, and one she’d passed with flying colors. Some submissives occasionally got above their station, and suffered the painful consequences because of it. Zack was special, and she wanted to please him, so she’d be careful not to make that fundamental mistake.

  A deafening silence then hung in the air that separated them. Andrea felt sure that Zack could read her mind, because his silver-gray eyes seemed to delve deep into her soul, dredging up secrets she’d thought buried forever. What the hell would he do next? She didn’t know for sure.

  Without warning, he ripped the panties from her trembling body. The sound of the tearing lace echoing around the room. When she looked down the length of her body, her stomach undulated and her breasts heaved with a mixture of anxiety and excitement, and she saw her legs spread wide and her pussy open. Dear God, was it possible for a woman to be more vulnerable and accessible to a man’s carnal needs than she was right at this moment?

  Christ Almighty, she was totally naked, and helplessly bound to the bed, just waiting for Zack to do to whatever he desired.

  Andrea watched him reach deep into the pocket of his Wranglers and pull out something she instantly recognized. The fearsome-looking nipple clamps were secured together by a chromed metal chain some twelve inches in length. His silver-gray eyes held a mischievous glint as he mercilessly dangled them in front of her.

  “Like these?”

  She licked her lips. “Oh, yes, Sir. Nip teasers are one of my favorites.”

  “Good. I had a feeling they might be. Nipples like yours just beg to be tortured.”

  “Oh, yes, Sir, they stand to attention so easily.”

  He leaned over her, and she wantonly imbibed his alpha-male scent as he attached the serrated clips to her nipples, causing her to draw in a sharp intake of breath as they restricted the blood flow. “Oh, Sir, that’s painful, but—”

  “Pleasurable also?”

  “Yes, oh, yes.”

  He tugged at the silver chain connecting the clamps together, pulling it taut, stretching her nips to unfeasible lengths. “And even more so when I do this.”

  She let out a whimper of pleasure. “Oh, yes, Sir. So much better when you do that.” Since becoming a teenager, her nipples had been supersensitive, responding to the slightest touch both from herself and an assortment of eager boyfriends. When Zack pulled on the chain, never once taking his eyes from hers, the exquisite pleasure zapped straight to her clit.

  Overdosing on endorphins, she licked her lips again, almost feverishly this time. “Oh, Master, you’re too kind to this wretched sub. I don’t deserve your attention.”

  He smiled. “I know. Sometimes I’m too benevolent for my own good. It’s a weakness of mine.” He gave one final tug on the chain, causing her to cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain before allowing it to fall slack between her breasts.

  “You know what I’m going to do next, don’t you, my sub?” Zack idly dipped his finger in the wetness between her legs as he nonchalantly spoke.

  “Yes, Sir, at least I think I do.”

  “Tell me what you think.”

  “I think you’re going to fuck me, Sir. I think you’re going to give me more pleasure than any woman has a right to receive.”

  “Hmm, that sounds about right.” His finger still caressed her sodden pussy, occasionally circling her engorged clit. This simple action along with the serrated clamps torturing her nipples put her on a natural high. So much so that she couldn’t resist lifting her butt from the bed in an effort to gain even more pleasure from his touch.

  “Hmm, however, my question is this. Do you deserve me to fuck you?” His finger still circled her clit, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “Oh, yes, Sir.”

  His gaze narrowed on her. “But are you sure, my sub?” This time he simultaneously caressed her sexual nub while pulling at the nipple clamps, causing her response to go into hyperdrive.

  “Oh yes yes, Sir.” The words exploded from her lips in a garbled rush. “I deserve it. I know I’m a bad girl at times, and you’ve had reason to spank my bare ass for being disobedient, but I endeavor to be a good sub, one whose only aim in life is to please her Master.”

  Right as she was on the point of climax, he suddenly withdrew his favors by releasing his hold on the nipple clamps, and taking his finger from her engorged clit.

  Bastard.

  As though able to read her thoughts, he smiled. “Thank your Master for bringing you right to the very edge of orgasm.”

  Andrea was sorely tempted to shout out, “Why the hell did you stop? You knew exactly how close I was.” However, playing the role of an attentive, obedient sub to perfection, she meekly replied, “Thank you for bringing me right to the very edge of orgasm, Sir.” Her response caused his smile to widen, and his ego to grow even larger.

  He took a couple of steps back and stared at her. “Well, on balance, I’d say that your behavior just about warrants your Master’s personal attention.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Why did h
e insist on keeping her hanging on like this? Why didn’t he just strip off, and lay that gorgeous, muscled body over hers?

  She didn’t need to wait long for her wish to be granted, because he started to undress, erotically peeling the white cotton tee shirt from his masculine frame to reveal a perfectly honed six pack. He then kicked off his boots before freeing the button on his Wranglers. After a momentary pause, he slowly started to lower the faded denim that encased his perfectly sculpted thighs and ass.

  Oh, God. Zack wore no underwear, and when his huge cock finally sprang free, she could barely believe her eyes.

  Oh, God. Oh dear God.

  “I see you’re impressed, my sub.”

  Finding it difficult to control her breathing, she finally blurted out. “How could I not be, Sir. It’s magnificent.”

  “It is indeed.” He wrapped his fingers around the impressive shaft, gently masturbating, showing her the bead of pre cum on the purple crown.

  He pulled at her nipple clamps again, harder this time, causing her to cry out with the pleasure-pain combo. “Beg your Master to slide his giant cock deep inside your wet pussy.”

  In such a heightened state of arousal, she didn’t need to be asked twice. “Oh, Master, this submissive begs you to slide your giant cock deep inside her pussy. She needs you, Sir. She’s nothing without you.”

  The tip of Zack’s huge erection twitched in his mighty grip, and Andrea knew without doubt that he was getting off on her unconditional surrender. “That’s an improvement, but you need to beg some more.” He reached across and tugged at the chromed chain again. “Go on, beg. Beg like you’ve never begged before.”

  Christ her nipples hurt, the sensation proving almost unbearable. However, she was so turned on that her mind registered the exquisite pleasure far more than the pain. “Please, Sir, this submissive is nothing without you to guide and take control of her. So I beg you once again to do me the honor of pushing your huge erect prick deep inside me. I beg you. I beg you. I beg you.”

  His face showed the unmistakable signs of triumph. “Your wish will now be granted, my sub.”

  Zack moved to the end of the bed, his huge cock twitching as he walked. Totally at his mercy, he looked down and stared directly at her pussy. “So open and available, princess. The way I’ve positioned your silken body makes it impossible for you to keep any secrets from me.”

  He spoke the truth, because with her legs spread wide, her exposed pussy and asshole were clearly visible to him. “Yes, Sir.” Why did she always insist on blushing when he spoke to her in such a way?

  “And you can’t move, even if you want to.”

  “No, Sir.” The anticipation was killing her, because as she stared helplessly into his eyes, she realized she had absolutely no say as to what would happen next.

  Starting at her knees, his hands feathered along the inside of her thighs, his fingers stopping tantalizingly short of her exposed labia.

  Dear God in heaven, Zack really was the Master, because her emotions were starting to run out of control. Her breathing was fast and heavy, and her skin tingled with wonton anticipation of things to come.

  “Please, Sir, this sub begs her Master not to tease her anymore.”

  He took a step forward and laid the top half of his naked body over hers. His honed pectorals crushing her breasts, their lips now separated by mere millimeters. Dear God, Zack was so achingly close, she felt his warm breath fanning against her face.

  “Sir, please.” She lifted her head from the bed as best her restraints would allow, and needing more, passionately crushed her lips to his. She wanted him, she wanted him deep inside her, and yet still he toyed with her affections, making her wait for a time of his choosing. “Please, Sir. I want you. I need.”

  His weight was delicious, his warmth all-enveloping. She’d waited five years to experience this wonderful intimacy again, and she was determined to enjoy every second of it, regardless of how much he teased.

  She played to his mighty ego once more. “Sir, you’re the Master, and I’m just your humble submissive, but please, Sir, please.”

  He smiled, and she knew she’d finally reached him, because she felt the tip of his huge cock touch against the entrance to her pussy.

  She encouraged him some more. “Please, I’m begging you.”

  Her persistence worked, because he slid fully inside her wetness with the most delicious surge of masculine energy imaginable, causing her mouth to fall open and her wrists to pull helplessly at the leather restraints. Dear God, he was big, right at the limit of what she could handle, and as Zack began pumping inside her—his concentration focused solely on her—Andrea marveled at the sheer majesty of the powerful man satisfying her sexual desires.

  As he energetically thrust inside her, spreading her pussy uncomfortably wide, he used his teeth to pull at the chrome chain connecting the nipple clamps, causing her to cry out, “Oh, God. Dear God.”

  The exquisite torture was almost too much to bear, because the serrated, metal teeth bit deep into her nips as he ruthlessly yanked at the chain. The pain wasn’t unpleasant though. On the contrary, it was a wonderful, sensual experience that she reveled in, making her feel intoxicated with living and life. So beautiful was the painful pleasure that she felt her orgasm, building, building, relentlessly building as he powered inside her. Zack possessed almost unbelievable physical energy, taking her soul to a new level of happiness and well-being.

  Christ, how she adored this man. She loved him, and longed to tell him so, but it had been a week since they’d first met, so how could she be sure that her heightened emotions weren’t playing tricks with her?

  As he mercilessly impaled her with that huge cock, she watched mesmerized as the perspiration gathered on his brow. A droplet or two fell onto her face then trickled down to her mouth, where she eagerly lapped it up with her tongue. She was into this guy, and nothing was off limits to her. The taste of his sweat being as much of an aphrodisiac as the taste of his semen.

  “I have total control over you. Never forget that, my sub.” He grabbed hold of the leather restraints that bound her wrists. “Look, see how I imprison you, making you my helpless captive.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You like being totally vulnerable and at my mercy, don’t dare deny it.”

  She couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips. His authoritatively spoken words pushing her ever closer to release. “I–I adore being at your mercy, Sir. My submission means nothing without your domination.”

  Those silver-gray eyes glinted with a mixture of mischief and passion as he forced his huge cock even deeper within her aching wetness.

  From the expression showing on his face, Zack was into her as much as she was into him. He desired her body and he demanded her obedience. That particular combination from a man like Zack was all she needed to reach tipping point.

  “Master, I–I–I can’t hold it back. Please–please allow me to–to.”

  “I say wait. Your orgasms belong to me now. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master, but I–I don’t think I–I can.”

  “I said wait. Do not dare to defy me, from this moment on, you cannot come until I give you express permission, be it day or night. Understand?”

  Zack’s control over her was absolute, but even so, Andrea doubted he could hold back her imminent sexual release for more than a few seconds.

  His mouth seemed to be everywhere—her cheeks, her lips, her eyelids, her neck, her ears, her hair, her shoulders. Even her exposed armpits had no escape from his probing tongue, and when he ruthlessly ripped the serrated clamps from her blood engorged nipples before soothing the agonizing pain with his mouth, she knew that even Zack’s iron will wasn’t enough to stop her from coming apart at the seams.

  He obviously sensed this, because as he pumped inside her with ever-increasing vigor, he bit her earlobe hard, and growled. “I give you my permission, princess. Come for me. Come for your Master.”

  Andrea immedia
tely did, as Zack demanded. The floodgates bursting open as a torrent of undiluted sexual pleasure coursed through her body, causing her to twitch and vibrate beneath his warm, masculine torso. She joyously came, and then came again, so powerfully, that she couldn’t help but defy her Master, and use his God-given name.

  “Zack, oh, Zack, oooh, Zack. It feels so good.”

  Had her hands been free, and not bound by the leather restraints, she’d have gloriously clawed her fingernails down his back, probably drawing blood, as she surrendered to the most erotic, awe-inspiring sensation that Mother Nature gifted her.

  When she stared into those wonderful eyes, she watched him rear up and then throw back his head like some mighty mythical beast, exposing his broad neck and Adam’s apple. Andrea studied him intently, feeling their connection as human beings grow as he too succumbed to the enormous pleasures on offer, spilling his seed deep inside her with three or four shuddering flexes of his powerful thighs.

  Chapter Seven

  Three months later

  As soon as the ink had dried on the title deeds to Zack’s stunning new home in Arlington, he’d moved Andrea in. Clearly not familiar with such overwhelming luxury, she’d been like a kid in a candy store for the first few days, ceaselessly wandering from room to room, until she’d finally gotten used to her new environment.

  In his opinion, the shabby, rented apartment she’d shared with her late husband, located on the seedier side of Boston, was wholly unsuitable for a woman of her doubtless quality. As her Master, it was his duty to make her life as good as possible, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

  They’d both taken great pleasure in christening the master bedroom, and since that first time, this intimate, personal space had become their consensual playroom. When it came to sex, Andrea was adventurous and uninhibited, just as he was, and during their time together they’d joyously experimented with all aspects of the D/s lifestyle.