Playing Hard to Master

by Sparrow Beckett

  Her breath came in short staccato bursts, and for one embarrassing moment she thought she was going to come. Sure it had been a while, but her reactions to him were ridiculous. He handled her body as though he not only owned her, but thoroughly enjoyed owning her. Her body agreed wholeheartedly.

  How was Ambrose single?

  She widened her stance, hoping he’d take the bait. The way he toyed around the perimeters of her underwear, making the waist and leg bands the limits of where he’d let his fingers stray, was making her crazy.

  “What’s wrong, Everly? You seem to be having a problem. Is there anything I can help with?” His fingers crept under her waistband but didn’t drift lower.

  Abruptly, she stood on her toes, and his unsuspecting hand ended up halfway down her panties.

  “Hey, are you trying to rush me?” Rather than pull his hand back, he slipped his hand between her legs and found her clit. She squealed and rose higher on her toes.

  “I didn’t mean to . . . I . . .”

  He tugged on it painfully.

  “Oh fuck.”

  “Should you rush me?”

  “Fuck no, Sir. Please let go?” Everly’s body shuddered, wanting more, but she was afraid she’d scream.

  The pressure eased, but he grabbed her by the pussy and forced her ass back against him.

  He ground against her. “I want to play with you, but my cock is in a big rush to get inside you. Should I tell it to be patient?”

  “No. It should be impatient. I’m feeling impatient, too, so get on with it.”

  Ambrose moved away from her, shuffling the things on the coffee table, then he came back. She tried to look over her shoulder, but he smacked her ass.

  “Eyes on the wall.” His voice was low. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.” He fiddled with her nipple and attached a clamp to it.

  “Ow!” She tried to avoid him, but he got its twin on her other nipple without much work. The firm pressure sent pain through them and into her pussy. She hissed, but he tugged on the chain that connected the clamps as though her discomfort made things better for him.

  Next, he shoved a small vibe into her panties, and nestled it against her clit.

  “Don’t you dare fucking come.”

  Shit. How was she going to manage that with the vibe there and his words echoing in her head?

  He smacked her ass, where she was sure there were already handprints, and she could feel her brain melting and leaking out her ears. The vibe buzzed away, and she bit her lip, trying to distract herself from the fact that he was alternating between spanking her and jamming the vibe against her sensitive bud.

  Her breathing was loud in her ears, and she trembled, trying hard to stay in control. “I’m going to come, Sir. I can’t stop.”

  “If you come, I’m going to hurt you.”

  “Bad?”

  “Bad.”

  Fuck, like that threat was going to help?

  “Sir, may I come?” She was panting, straining to control her impending orgasm. Why did Doms think she could wait?

  “No.” His mouth growled next to her ear, and her body took that as a cue to shudder violently. “Are you going to be a bad girl?”

  “Very bad,” she whimpered.

  He pulled the vibe out of her panties and shut it off.

  “Fuck.”

  He chuckled, but Everly didn’t think he was very funny right then. “I don’t understand why you’re upset. I’m being helpful.”

  Screw this. She pulled one of her hands from the wall and pressed her fingers between her legs. Two seconds and . . .

  Ambrose yanked her hand away from her pussy. Then stood her upright and spun her around. “Hold your hands out like this.” He showed her to leave them out, palms up.

  “What? Why?”

  He stripped off his shirt and she almost drooled on herself. Next, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. Aw, shit.

  “No touching yourself without my permission.” He gave both of her palms two belt strokes.

  Fuck, that smarted! And turned her on. It hardly seemed fair, since she hadn’t used her left hand to touch herself.

  “Do you understand me, young lady?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Without warning, he grabbed the nipple clamp chain and yanked. The clamps popped off simultaneously, and she screeched.

  “Are you sorry now?”

  She sniffled. “Yes, Sir.”

  He tilted his chin up and gazed down at her sternly, reminding her of a teacher chastising his pupil.

  “If that’s what I get for sassing you, I’d hate to see what I’d get if I was late for class.”

  “Late for class?”

  “Well, yes. I’ve never seen someone get their hands strapped except in schoolgirl fetish porn.”

  “Shh . . . it’s too soon for you to know my secrets.” His mouth twisted in amusement and self-deprecation.

  She covered her nipples with her stinging hands. “I’m sorry I was late for class, Professor. How can I ever make it up to you?”

  “Are you mocking me, Everly?”

  “No, Sir. Just playing a game. I like games.”

  “Your games make my cock ache.”

  “I like making your cock ache, Sir. It’s only fair.”

  “Mmm.” He pulled her close and looked down at her, like she was a tiny little thing. “I think we’ll save that idea for another day.”

  “Oh? Are you going home now?” She couldn’t help but smirk.

  “You wish.” Slowly, he pulled down her panties, crouching to take them as she stepped out of them, then laying them aside with her bra. “Put your hands behind your head and don’t move.”

  Confused, she complied. He backed a few steps and straddled the arm of the couch, as if he had all the time in the world.

  “What are you doing?” Everly frowned at him.

  “Are you frowning at me?”

  “No, Sir.” She stood there awkwardly, then, when she realized he was just checking her out, she stood up straighter and thrust her tits out at him in invitation. If she wasn’t supposed to rush him or frown at him, she’d let her body do the talking.

  Come fuck me, Sir.

  Ambrose leaned back against the wall and unzipped his jeans. She tried not to be too nosy, but she was curious to find out if he was as well-endowed as he seemed to be . . .

  He pulled his dick out of his pants.

  Good Lord. Where the hell is he going to stick that monstrosity?

  Although she tried to control her expression, some of her awe must have escaped. He lay, half reclined, and pumped his cock in his fist, looking at her like she was his own personal pornography.

  She pouted at him and arched her back more while watching his expression to see what worked for him. Most men would have focused on her tits, but although his gaze roved over her, it was her eyes he kept coming back to.

  “Do you like to suck cock, Everly?”

  “I like it, Sir. Especially when someone makes me do it properly.” She shifted where she was standing, finding it hard not to move when he’d gotten her so horny.

  “Come sit beside me on the couch.”

  She did, not bothering to hide her eagerness. With him on the arm of the couch, his cock was right in her face. Up close, she watched in fascination as he continued stroking it.

  “Are you going to help?”

  She put a hand on his thigh and moved to an upright kneel to get closer. Instead of replacing his hand with her own, she kissed the tip of his cock so featherlight she wasn’t sure he’d be able to feel it.

  “Good girl. Do it again.”

  She did, then played hard to get with her mouth. A big hand tangled in her hair, and he guided his dick to her lips.

  “Suck. Just for a minute, sweetheart, then I’ll make you feel good.”

  The tip of his cock pressed against her mouth. She tried to turn her head away, but using her hair, he held her in place and forced it in. Her tongue automatically
swirled around him, and he groaned.

  Following the nonverbal directions his hands were giving her, she went down as far as she could on him. There had never been a guy she couldn’t deep throat. Not being able to was a blow to her self-esteem.

  “What a good girl.” He stroked her face and traced her lips where they were wrapped around him.

  She tried not to purr at his ridiculous praise, but even so, she worked harder at trying to impress him. After a short time, he pulled her away.

  “Yeah, I have nothing to teach you there.” He was panting and looking up at the ceiling, his brows lowered in concentration. Was he that close?

  He got down from his perch.

  “Come kneel up here.” He patted the arm of the couch.

  “Noooo,” she complained.

  “Isn’t your ass sore enough to remind you who’s in charge right now?” Ambrose guided her over. “I can spank you again if you need me to.”

  Grumbling, she crawled up on the arm of the sofa and knelt. He urged her down until she was leaning on the seat part of the couch with her elbows. It felt like her ass was a zillion miles in the air and every bit of her was on display.

  Ambrose gave a satisfied growl and stroked her back and her ass as he moved around behind her.

  “Damn.”

  She wondered if he’d noticed yet. Apparently he hadn’t. He tapped the inside of her thigh, silently demanding she spread her legs farther apart.

  “Fuck.” He toggled her clit hood piercing gently. “How did I not feel this earlier?”

  She enjoyed his tortured expression, even if she was looking at it upside down. When she tried to shrug in response, she almost fell on her head.

  He leaned in and flicked it with his tongue. She moaned louder than she expected—it’d been a long time since someone had gone down on her. Some of the Doms she dated used their status as an excuse not to reciprocate oral, saying it was the sub’s job to please them, not the other way around. Apparently, Ambrose disagreed with that school of thought, and kept at it until her arms were shaking with the effort to stay upright.

  “Why are you so wet, Everly?”

  Duh. Dumb Dom.

  “I’m not sure, Sir. It might have something to do with you being cruel and not letting me get off earlier. Either that or you’re slobbering on me.”

  He gave her ass a firm swat, then licked her clit again like he was investigating the feel of her piercing with his mouth. He slid a finger inside her and finger fucked her. Damn, even his fingers were big.

  Her whole body throbbed with the need to come. “Please, Sir.”

  “Please what? Do you want to come, or do you want me to make you suffer?”

  The way he said “suffer” made it sound hot, but she wasn’t in the mood for indefinite orgasm denial.

  Don’t be sassy . . . don’t be sassy . . . She knew how well sass had worked for her a few minutes ago.

  “I would never presume to tell you what to do, Sir.”

  “Good answer.”

  He fished a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on as she whined impatiently.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Please hurry.”

  Ambrose smacked her pussy, and she grunted as pleasure flooded through her.

  “Don’t rush me. The more you rush me, the slower this will happen.”

  Oh jeez. She’d die if he went any slower.

  He pulled her close, until she got down off her knees and her hips were leaning on the arm of the sofa. The tip of his cock slid up and down her slit, and she strained backward to try to impale herself on him.

  Unsurprisingly, he didn’t allow it. Instead, he held her still, the tip of his dick just inside her.

  “If you’re a good girl and hold still, I’ll give you what you want, but if you’re bad this is going to be rough.”

  Put my name on the bad-girl list, for the love of Pete!

  Her whole body quivered and strained against his hands. If he let go suddenly, they might end up on the floor.

  “Please, Sir! Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl or a bad girl or a fucking cantaloupe. Anything you want, just don’t make me wait!”

  He grazed her back hole with the tip of his finger. She jumped and yelped.

  “I’m sorry. I saw the butt plugs and assumed you were okay with anal play. I should have asked.”

  He was too damn observant.

  “I’ve had it done to me, but I’m not a fan.”

  “Is it a limit or isn’t it?” He stopped moving, keeping himself poised at her entrance. Apparently, he wasn’t giving her what she wanted until she answered the question.

  “I’d prefer it if you didn’t try to fuck me there today, Sir.” Her cheeks burned and she was pretty sure the blush covered most of her body. “It hurts me.”

  He made a soothing sound. “I’m just talking about touching. No penetration. Is touching okay?”

  “As long as you don’t mind me hitting the roof every time.”

  Ambrose grabbed her hips. Conversation over.

  She braced herself for his first thrust, but he eased in slowly, making her whimper with impatience.

  “I know what you want, but not this time.” He adjusted, withdrew, pushed again.

  Everly already felt full, but there was more, and more, until he was pushed up against her cervix and there was nowhere left for him to go. Neither of them moved.

  “Oh God.”

  “Shh . . .” He groaned. “Give it a sec and it won’t be so bad.”

  “A warning would have been nice.” Her fingers were clawed into the couch cushion, like it would somehow help.

  “It was in your mouth. You knew what you were dealing with.” Ambrose moved slightly and for a second she forgot to breathe.

  “You are never ever allowed in my ass.”

  “If it’s any tighter than your pussy, it might just kill me,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t do this.” One hand disappeared from her hip, and he brushed the tip of his finger over her back hole again.

  She squealed, and flinched then tried to squirm away, but he held on to her hip hard.

  “I like this game.” He did it again.

  “No, no, no. Stop!” Her body clenched around his cock.

  “Fuck, if you keep moving like that, you’re going to milk every drop of come out of my dick. I won’t even need to move.”

  “That’s the laziest thing I’ve ever heard.” Not a good time to shoot her mouth off, she realized too late.

  “Suit yourself, then.” He leaned his forearm across her back and reached around to play with her piercing. Then he showed her exactly what it felt like to be fucked by a monster.

  He pulled almost completely out then slammed back in, again and again, overwhelming her with his ferociousness. His fingers surrounded her clit, the stimulation intense. An arm slipped under her hips and he pulled her to him, like a thing made only for his pleasure. Her G-spot bore the brunt of his animalistic thrusts. Under him she became a helpless bundle of female, soft and yielding, taking whatever he wanted her to have. An orgasm blindsided her. She screamed into the couch.

  “Is this what you wanted, my mouthy little brat?” His teeth tugged at her ear, and she shuddered through another orgasm.

  Her toes couldn’t reach the ground anymore, but her body was in his control.

  “You wanted me to prove I could handle you,” he growled. “But can you handle me?”

  A smack landed on her clit, and she howled, but the mounting pressure in her pussy was unavoidable. He landed a second slap on her sore parts, and she came again, her whole body buzzing and aware, except for her poor brain, which had shut down.

  “Fuck!” He grabbed her hair and gave her a few more thrusts before he froze above her and made a long, guttural noise that made the hair on the back of her neck rise in response. He collapsed onto her back and swore eloquently for ages, before he levered himself up and started to kiss the back of her neck.

  Shivers chased down h
er back, making her pussy clench around him.

  His breath caught, and he stroked her bottom proprietarily.

  The rutting animal-man withdrew, then peeled her off the sofa and carried her into the bedroom and set her on the bed.

  “Hold that thought.” He disappeared into the bathroom and came back so fast she wondered how he could have done anything.

  Maybe her brain was just running slower than usual.

  Ambrose crawled into bed with her and pulled her into his arms just as her body turned her arms and legs into lead.

  “Are you okay?” His voice sounded odd and far-off.

  She blinked at him and realized that for all he made fun of how ugly he was, in truth he was downright handsome if a girl wasn’t easily petrified.

  Maybe even more so if she was.

  Chapter Four

  The sound of a faucet running woke Ambrose out of the kind of sleep that made a man wonder if he’d ever be completely awake again. Outside the window, the sun was either coming up or going down. Where the fuck was he?

  Blinking, he looked around the room. Everly strolled in, washing her face with a cloth. No makeup. Completely naked. His dick was fully aware before he was.

  Fuck, she was sexy.

  “Could you be any cuter? You look like a five-year-old after naptime.” She ruffled his hair, and he leaned into the caress, not caring if it made him seem less Dommy. There were some things he’d make exceptions for.

  He pulled her into his lap, ignoring her token protest. The feel of her body in his arms was almost orgasmic.

  “Mmm . . . you smell good.”

  “I took a shower.” She laughed. “I was sticky and sore when I woke up.”

  “That’s weird. I wonder why.” The quilt was warm and the bed smelled like her. He was sorely tempted to drag her back under the covers and either fuck her again or snuggle with her and take another nap. Both would be ideal. Sure, he’d fucked her a second time before they’d fallen asleep, but a third time wasn’t unreasonable, was it?

  “Gee, I wonder. I hope CSI doesn’t use a blue light on my house after all that. Just saying.”