BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  “Beg me this time,” he said, after a few more maddeningly light flicks of tongue. “Beg me to make you come, mistress.”

  “Oh, please, Dmitri.” I buried my fingers in his long, flowing hair, which now fell loose around his shoulders. “Please make me come.”

  “Master,” he whispered against my clit. “When we’re lovers, you call me master. You are my mistress now.”

  “Yes, Master.” His lips closed around my clitoris and he sucked it deep into his mouth. “Whatever you say.”

  “First with my tongue,” he spoke between licks, and his touch moved faster inside me now, “and fingers, then with my cock. How does that sound?”

  “Oh, it sounds wonderful.”

  I clutched his hair tightly as the pleasure made me instinctually rock my hips. My cunt wanted to get closer to his face, wanted to absorb every ounce of bliss he had to give. Briefly I thought about Doug and felt guilty. Never had sex with him been so passionate, so wanton. It was sweet and tender and warm, but this… this was something that consumed me and made me submit to its will. In my master’s arms, I no longer had a mind of my own. My body’s responses took over, and I became the sultry mistress he wanted me to be.

  Soon I climaxed from his skilled pussy eating and finger fucking. My body shuddered, and my cunt held tight to his fingers as the orgasm made every muscle constrict. When I grew still, panting atop the desk, he climbed up between my legs. His rock hard cock slapped against his stomach as he loomed over me. The immensity of his maleness sent a thrilling jolt through me from head to toe. I wanted to slowly run my hands over every curve of muscles, wanted to dig my fingernails into his triangle-shaped back and take his penis as far inside of me as I could.

  As his eyes raked over me while he positioned himself, I felt a pang of embarrassment. Being totally exposed, though he claimed to find me beautiful, made me feel so vulnerable, so fragile. I was terrified of rejection in that moment, but, judging by the lusty blaze of his stare, I had nothing to fear.

  His cock was long and thick and well veined. He slid it up and down my wet slit, getting the shaft and glans all slippery before he ground the meaty head into my clit. I groaned and writhed, pressing my pussy tight against his penis.

  “Do you want it?” He tortured my quivering cunt, but refused to give it release. “Hmmmm…tell me how much you want it, Mistress.”

  “Ohhhh, sooo bad, Master.” I tilted my pelvis and spread my legs wider, displaying myself like a shameless hussy who craved a good fucking. “I need you inside me now.”

  “What do you need inside you?” His teasing would drive me mad, I was sure. “Say the words. Let me hear those dirty, nasty thoughts coming from your pretty little mouth.”

  I’d used dirty words before. Doug and I had tried a few different things. Some dirty sex talk, but we inevitably ended up giggling in each others’ arms. Yet, with Dmitri, my master, these words were like utterance from a wild, sexual beast. One who would not be denied what he desired. My nervousness, my embarrassment, took a back seat to my lascivious need to please him and be pleased.

  “Fuck me with that big cock, Master.” I gasped out the plea. “Stick it in me deep and fuck me hard.”

  “Good mistress,” he purred. “You do my bidding quickly.”

  He plunged his long, meaty cock deep inside my pussy and I arched my back, tilted my ass up to meet his slow, sensuous thrusts. A loud moan escaped me as the slick friction woke a tingling far inside of me. He kept it slow and easy until my frustration grew, and I once more begged him to “Fuck me hard, please.”

  “Such a nasty little mistress.” His guttural laughter made my cheeks heat further, but any traces of my self-conscious side were forgotten when he pinned my knees behind my ears and put his back into the fucking he gave me.

  I gripped his ass as he entered me deeper, gasping as each powerful thrust pounded into my g-spot and stroked my cunt walls. Everything inside me quivered on the verge of another release. When he reached between my legs to rub my clit while he fucked me, I climbed a notch closer to orgasm. My one hand moved from his ass to trail up the arm that braced him atop the desk. I traced the bulging muscles in his forearm and bicep.

  I sailed through an erotic fog, eyes closed as I concentrated on the feel of his smooth skin, the light hair on his arm, the slippery slam of his cock ramming my pussy. My vagina clenched and released around his girth in a perfect rhythm. I fit him like a tight glove, and between the slickness he slid into me and the deft manipulation of my clit, I soon came again.

  My eyes opened as the intense release shot through me, and I noticed how absorbed he was in watching me come. How he studied my face with a passionate frown that made me terrified and elated all at once. My limbs trembled and drained of strength. My stomach constricted as my cunt milked him of every ounce of pleasure he had to give.

  He soon after found release, too, thrusting deep inside me and staying there as his cum spilled inside the condom he’d put on. Then he collapsed on top of me, but not with his full weight, for I’d have surely been crushed under that wall of muscle. When he pulled away, I felt a strange sense of loss I tried to ignore.

  He held a hand out to me and helped me from the desk. “Now, Charlotte, we’d better get dressed before our first patient arrives.” He handed me my panties, but not before he placed a sound kiss to my lips. “But, tomorrow, we’ll set the wheels in motion. Get your father into that care home I promised, get you moved, and then next week I’ll show you my dungeon.”

  ***

  Surrender To Her Master

  “So, how do you feel about all this?”

  Dad gave me a smile that seemed full of the vigor he once held. For a moment, he became that tough as nails cop with a sympathetic center he only showed to me and his closest friends. Not the withered shell of himself that I knew struck a blow to his pride. My heart filled with hope and love for him.

  “You know, kiddo, I never believed much in miracles,” he said. “But this…maybe this is our miracle. Maybe, sometimes, you get lucky.”

  “So you think I should go for it?” I came and sat beside him on the couch, checked his oxygen machine as I did often.

  “Damn rights you should go for it.” He sat up straighter. His soft brown eyes flared with determination. “You can’t pass up an opportunity like this. Personal assistant to one of the richest men in the world. You gotta take it.”

  “According to Forbes, he’s only the tenth richest man in the world.” I gave Dad a cheeky smirk and he waved me off, calling me a wiseass while sporting a return smirk.

  “Let’s face it, Charlotte.” His face became a map of wrinkles as his expression grew serious. “I know looking after me is getting harder and harder for you. This guy is willing to set me up in the ritziest senior care community in the city. That and the job, traveling all over the world with him, you’d be a fool to let that go, sweetheart.”

  “Taking care of you isn’t hard.” I squeezed his hand. He gave me one of those ‘I know you’re lying’ looks. But handing over Dad’s care to someone else admittedly made me nervous. After all, he’d always been there for me. When I was four, Mom went out to get her hair done with the girls, and she never returned. Dad had been my mother and father ever since. Sure, he’d tried to remarry, but working in homicide and raising a daughter had made it hard to socialize, and Dad’s line of work sometimes scared women off. I often told him I didn’t need another parent. He was all I needed.

  He took both my hands in his. “Do this for you and me, Charlotte, please?”

  I hadn’t told my dad the true nature of the job I’d be accepting with Dmitri Nichvalodov. Two days ago, my boss, a prominent sex therapist and well known billionaire, had propositioned me to be his mistress. Currently I was his secretary, and would remain so, but this promotion—if I could call it that—promised top of the line care for my father, and all my financial needs would be met by the generous salary. The feminist in me warred with the pragmatist, but for Dad I had to ta
ke this job. His care was growing difficult and would get pricier. There was no alternative. However, Dmirtri wasn’t hard on the eyes, so that was another added bonus.

  “Okay.” I kissed Dad’s dry, papery soft forehead. “With your blessing, I’ll do this.”

  ***

  5 Days Later

  “What do you think, Mr. Hanson?” Dmitri gave my father that winning smile as I wheeled Dad up the pristine white corridor.

  People in hospital scrubs and nurse shoes, or white coats and brown loafers, smiled as they passed by. Some nodded their greeting, while others, buried deep in some important thought, frowned down at clipboards and hurried on, oblivious to our presence.

  “This is something else.” Dad’s eyes were wide like a kid’s as he spoke and looked around at everything. Floor to ceiling windows lined the hallway, giving us a spectacular view of the well kept, vibrant green grounds.

  I stayed silent for the time being. Of course, Dad already adored Dmitri. They chatted like old pals in the limousine on our way to the care home. (Thank goodness that made sex a nil option, I’d thought, refusing to acknowledge the part of me that was disappointed by the inability to touch Dmitri’s chiseled pecs.) Dmitri asked Dad about his time on the force, compassionately inquired about the history of his illness (Dad had been a chain smoker, and our old place had been too close to a factory that pumped out regular air pollution). This guy was making all the right moves to win my father’s approval, and a part of me resented him for it. Smooth operator indeed.

  After we got Dad all tucked into his new living space—which was twice the size of our old apartment—Dmitri tucked me back into the limo and told me we’d go shopping before he showed me to my new apartment.

  “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, pinning me with those calculating, far too sexy eyes. “I took the liberty of choosing an apartment for you. It’s already furnished, but, of course, you can redecorate however you see fit.”

  I gave him a curt “Thank you,” and he took my hand, holding it to his chest. My pulse betrayed me by pounding loudly in my ears.

  “Are you angry with me, Charlotte?” He almost sounded amused, which made me more infuriated.

  “If my father knew the true nature of my employment, he wouldn’t be so happy to hand me over to you.”

  “I see.” He moved closer and his muscled leg flexed against mine. “So you feel manipulated?”

  I whirled on him then, unable to hold back my surly mood. “What do you think? Of course I feel manipulated. Then, today, you turn on the charm and manipulate my father. Make him think he’s your new best friend—”

  “I genuinely enjoyed your father’s company.” His stare froze the remainder of this retort in my throat. “If you think I’m being manipulative, you’re wrong, my dear. I never say or do things I don’t mean.”

  I tried not to wilt from his scrutiny, which also held obvious erotic intent. My fingers fluttered to the throat of my blouse and played with the top button. I had to swallow twice before I could speak again. “Why didn’t we visit your mother today?”

  His face stiffened, grew sad. “Mom is in the late stages of Alzheimer’s. I won’t lie to you, Charlotte, it’s difficult for even me to see her that way some days. I thought, with you just placing your father in the home, you might not want any extra emotional upheaval.” Then he brought my knuckles to his lips and swept a kiss over them, which sent direct heat to my loins. “I promise you will meet her, though.”

  He watched me with that heated emerald gaze as his tongue slithered over my pinky. I clenched my teeth and tried not to react to this intimate gesture. But my reserved attitude seemed to only fuel his desire, for he took the whole finger in his mouth and made love to it like he had done to my lips and body. Finally I couldn’t stifle a moan.

  “You possess good control, Mistress.” His voice dropped to a deep baritone that made my stomach and pussy clench tight. “That’ll come in handy when we’re in the dungeon tonight.”

  He kissed and slowly licked a trail from my fingers up my wrist, and up my arm. Goosebumps raised from the gentle caress of his soft, full lips and hot tongue. I let out a tiny whimper, and he gave a throaty chuckle as he pulled me into his lap.

  His tongue slid over my parted lips and I momentarily forgot to breathe. Thick, strong fingers combed my hair and pulled free my ponytail, so my mass of hair tumbled around my face. He clutched at my tresses and gave me another molten appraisal before his lips crushed against mine. I wanted to moan into his kiss, but I held back, kept control, and settled for a gentle sigh as his tongue teased mine into submission.

  Big hands roamed all over my back, squeezing and kneading my skin until it burned hot from his hungry touch. His tongue grazed my teeth, his teeth grazed my bottom lip, and I closed my eyes as sensation took over. Soon those big hands stroked a sensuous path to my front, then long fingers eased up the hem of my skirt. I felt a flush of embarrassment when they slid under the hem of my bargain bin cotton panties.

  “We’ll get you real lingerie first,” he whispered against my lips. “Lace and silk will look positively lovely on you.”

  I had no reply but another whimper, as his fingers parted my damp pussy lips and he thoroughly explored, thoroughly stroked, every tender part of my vagina. I was soon a writhing mass, and I could feel his erection digging into my ass through his pants.

  He teased my quivering hole with gently prodding fingers. I tried to free his long, straight black hair from its braid, but he stopped me and wagged a finger in my face. “Uh-uh. I only get to touch this time. Consider this training for your first dungeon experience later.”

  My pussy throbbed harder at his words. My skin, now invaded with stimuli, became like an electric livewire. I panted and pressed my lips to his cheek as he rolled my clit between his thumb and index finger. He bit hard at my neck and I couldn’t keep from crying out.

  “Hush, my love.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “Or the driver will hear us. Be a good girl and keep it all inside.” His smile was positively wicked.

  He worked every inch of my cunt until I was a wriggling mass. Then, just as I was about to come, he pulled his fingers from my panties, straightened my skirt, and deposited me back beside him. Anger, frustration, and horniness robbed me of words. I simply stared at him, blinking slowly while touching my puffy mouth.

  “Not yet, darling.” He caressed my cheek. “You need to get used to coming when I tell you that you can. I’ll grant you satisfaction later.”

  Every part of me wanted to slam my small fists into that proud nose of his. Instead I cleared my throat, tried to calm my thrumming body, and listened while he tapped on the divider to let the driver know there’d be a detour in our destination.

  ***

  About fifteen minutes later, we arrived at a very exclusive lingerie boutique. The store was long and narrow, shaped like an ‘I’, and a beautiful brunette with an artfully made up face stood behind the single counter at the front. She gave a knowing smile to Dmitri when we walked in, and I felt as exposed as if I wore only the frilly material on display instead of my best skirt and blouse.

  “After this,” Dmitri said from behind me, “we’ll get you a whole new wardrobe.”

  Was he implying he disapproved of my clothes? Don’t be stupid, Charlotte, I scolded myself. I didn’t want to over think his words right then. I already felt like a hare snared in a trap as he placed a protective hand around my waist. He led me toward the back of the store, where I scanned some items with him. The prices, for garments that looked like they’d been spun from little more than spider webs, nearly made me choke.

  “Where’s the discount rack?” I blurted, and felt a fool when Dmitri had to stifle a chuckle at me. Bastard.

  “My dear, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Choose any, and all, items you wish.”

  I must’ve given him a crestfallen look. I’d never really bought any fancy lingerie before. He might as well have told me to pick out fishing gear.

>   “Here.” His face softened with obvious sympathy. “Let me help you decide.”

  But his goodwill gesture only fanned my embarrassment as he selected ruby satin bras, scarlet wisps of thong, and a rainbow color of intimate garments he piled into my outstretched arms. Choosing sexy apparel with a man who looked like he just walked out of a Hollywood movie wasn’t something I did often.

  “Where are the change rooms?” I hated how my voice cracked from nerves.

  “Follow me.” He beckoned with a finger.

  I watched the way his suit coat tightened across his board back as he walked ahead. Dear me, I thought, women could think with their genitals, too, and I definitely thought with my vagina a bit too much around this man.

  Instead of leading me to the change rooms, we walked past the row of ornately carved wooden doors that indicated them, and we stopped in the far end of the boutique. Embroidered, antique chairs sat in a wide circle, and placed between the chairs were four full length, pewter framed mirrors. They offered an uncompromising view of my body when Dmitri set me in the center of this circle and pulled back. I didn’t care for the exposing eyeful.

  He plucked the pile of frothy underwear from my arms, set them on a chair, and said, “Now, Mistress, display yourself for me.”

  I looked to the lingerie, gawked at him. “Excuse me?”

  He laughed softly and I almost hated him for it. “Charlotte.” My hands were swallowed up in his large paws. “You have a beautiful body. You shouldn’t worry.”

  “Someone will see me,” I squeaked, avoiding his molten gaze.

  “No one will see you but me. I guarantee it. If you aren’t comfortable, though…”

  Did disappointment lace those last words? I wasn’t sure, but a part of me didn’t want to disappoint him. A part of me felt infuriated for being treated like a dress up doll. Did this man think he could simply buy me and use me as his Barbie? I sighed and my shoulders sagged.

  “If you aren’t happy with our arrangement, we can rip up the contract, work out something else, I’m sure…” His hand rested on my shoulder, and once more the heat of his touch tightened my belly, zipped sensation straight to my pussy.