by Ann Jacobs
She closed them. Anticipating the toys he’d choose, she sank further onto his cock. Deep-throated him. Drowned herself in the senses that suddenly grew stronger now that she was deprived of sight. He felt smooth, silky against her tongue, a vein pulsating, his testicles tightening in their sac when she played with them and used her tongue to explore his piercing, her teeth to grasp the round, warm ball and twist it. That elicited a throaty growl.
Would he want to restrain her hands, or would he rather have her free to fondle him the way she was doing now? Her cheeks grew hot when she thought about the selection of dildos she’d collected, and an ornate pair of clamps that made her nipples tingle at the mere thought he might want to use them. She’d know soon enough because the drawer closed with a thud, and she felt the mattress shake a bit when he tossed some items onto it.
He was close to coming. She could tell by the slick, salty lubrication that oozed from the slit in his cock. She pulled almost off him, slowly. Then she took a deep breath and took his cock as far down her throat as she could. God, but she wanted him to come. She wanted to serve his pleasure, take her own by enhancing his. When he lifted her onto her feet, she wished she dared to protest.
“I like your choice of playthings. Crawl onto the bed and lie down on your pretty belly. Your safe word is ‘armadillo’.”
His touch was gentle, soothing yet ever so arousing when he lifted her and stuffed a pillow beneath her hips. “Give me your hands now,” he said, and when she did he wrapped Velcro restraints around each wrist and secured the other ends to the headboard. “That’s right. Now, your ankles.” With practiced ease he caught one ankle at a time and tethered her, spread-eagled, to the footboard of her antique iron bed.
Yes, she thought with a mixture of relief and dread. He was a good Dom, one who knew how to take his time and build her desire to a fever pitch, overriding her own sense of urgency, not allowing her to set the pace. After securing the rope on her right ankle, he licked and kissed and nipped his way up her leg to her sopping cunt. She lay, squirming, on the brink of coming, her cunt and anus exposed to his gaze, his hands, his mouth.
She felt totally, deliciously helpless when Eli knelt between her legs and rubbed his cock against her sopping slit. “What do you want, Maggie?”
“Want?”
“Do you want me to take you this way? With you bound and unable to resist?”
“Please, Master. Fuck me. Fuck me however it gives you pleasure.” Everywhere he touched her, her skin tingled. With every brush of his hard cock against her swollen pussy, she wanted to cry out for him to take her and end the longing that was stealing her sanity.
She relinquished that sanity willingly, eager to experience the sensations of seduction—his hot, moist breath on her cheek, her neck, the tickling torment of him nibbling his way down her back. His late-night beard stubble grazed her skin, reminded her of his maleness, the control he exerted over her every emotion, every sensation. The sensations took her breath away, got her hotter with every playful bite, each swipe of his tongue as he moved to her buttocks, his long surgeon’s fingers exploring as they followed the trail he’d laid out with his mouth.
“Oh yes, Master.” She loved his touch, gentle yet unquestionably in control. For a moment when her nipples protested their isolation she regretted he’d bound her this way, with them inaccessible to his hands and mouth while he half sat, half lay between her outstretched thighs.
He rose up and rubbed the head of his rock-hard cock along her swollen slit. As he leaned forward so his breath caressed her spine, the growl in his words alone had her shuddering. “No one would ever know you were a sub, Maggie, except the man meant to master you. I’ve been hoping and wanting this for months. I damn near took you the night I felt the piercing in your tongue.”
“Do you mind?”
He laughed out loud. “Hardly. You’re perfect for me. I’m considering taking you to my private dungeon and letting you see what being my slave is really like.” When she whimpered, her hips rising to brush against his hard belly, he teased her with the tip of his tongue. “You like this idea, don’t you? Now, relax and enjoy the ride.” Shifting to one side, he left her pussy bare.
But just for a moment. Something cold and wet and rigid slid along where his cock had been, coming to rest at her rear entrance. She shuddered, straining against her bonds when she realized what he had in mind.
“Easy now. I’m going to take your ass, but not yet. Not until we get you stretched out enough so I won’t hurt you. My cock will feel like this, but so much better.”
Her anal sphincter clenched, then gave way to the unrelenting pressure of a gel butt plug. From the feel of it, it must be the smallest of the three she had. Still, it had been a long time since she’d engaged in anal play. The pain radiated, yet as she’d learned long ago, it gave way quickly to a sense of fullness, and a heat that radiated to her cunt, her womb. “That hurts so much. Feels so good. Please don’t stop.” She was close, so close.
He withdrew the plug and inserted a larger one in its place. “I don’t intend to stop. Not until you’ve come for me. Your cunt’s already hot and wet and swollen. After I fuck you I’m going to lick up every drop of that sweet honey.”
His cock throbbed against her thigh. God, but she wanted him to fuck her cunt. Her ass. Any place that gave him pleasure would take the jagged edges off her arousal. “Please,” she begged, hating herself for whining yet needing him now. Him, not the toy embedded in her ass. Her clit throbbed and her cunt gushed with lubrication. She’d never needed a man’s cock so very much.
He must have realized she was hurting with need because he worked the largest plug into her anus until its flared edge lay flush against her body. Then he shifted, stretching out over her prone body. His cock head throbbed against the entrance to her swollen cunt.
She tried to move, couldn’t. “Please, Master. Fuck me now.”
“Ask nicely, tell me how much you want my cock in your tight, wet cunt.” When he found her clit and pinched it between two fingers, she let out a little whimper. “Ask me.”
“Please put your cock in my cunt. Please fuck me. God, it’s been so long.” If only she could move, she’d suck him inside her, end this longing that had her practically mindless. She couldn’t, though, and she loved it. Loved him taking control. Total control over her.
“Just a second. Let me get on this condom.” Raising himself up on one elbow, he put it on. Then he grasped her hips and entered her, inch by delicious inch, until she felt him pressing against her cervix. His big cock throbbed against her vaginal walls, hot and slick with her juices and his, She’d never felt so full.
Slowly, so slowly, he began to move as she stretched to accept his full length, inch by delicious inch. He was so big and so hard, and he knew just how to move to bring her the greatest pleasure. Pressure built in her cunt, her belly. She was about to come, but she didn’t want the feelings to end. Not yet. “Oh, yes. Fuck me harder. Please, Master.”
“Yes indeed.” His breathing turned ragged as he pumped into her, deeper with every thrust. His cock pressed against the opening to her womb, and his heavy testicles bounced against her clit with each inward motion. It felt so good. So full, as if he surrounded her the way her cunt surrounded his cock.
His chest felt hot and silky against her back when he leaned over her and at last reached down to squeeze her aching, needy breasts. At first gentle, he kneaded them harder when she begged for more. Knowing what she needed, he rolled her nipples between his fingers until they ached.
Pleasure and pain. A heady combination. The sensations of fullness in her cunt and ass spread, igniting flames in every nerve cell, carrying her inexorably toward the release she hadn’t found with a man since…
Her cunt began to milk his cock, a spontaneous reaction to his touch, his nearness. It felt good. So good. Bells rang in her ears. Oh, God… “Don’t stop. Please.”
“I won’t stop. Ever. That’s it. Let go. Damn, but you’re t
ight. That’s it, squeeze me. Come for me. Make me come.” His gruff order set her free, free to take the release he offered. Just when her cunt began twitching and delicious sensations started radiating through her body, he bit the sensitive nape of her neck and sent her hurtling over the edge to the best orgasm she’d had since…
For longer than she could remember. Maybe forever.
She hadn’t come down yet when she felt his muscles tense, heard his shout of triumph as he came. The staccato bursts of semen, even caught inside the condom as they were, nudged her to yet another climax, this one softer, more mellow than the first explosive burst of sensation.
She’d done it. She’d found the man she wanted for her Master, one who made her body sing. At least in the bedroom. But she pushed that niggling worry away as she realized he planned to make her sing again. Because he didn’t loosen her bonds…
Instead he paused long enough to discard the condom before untying her and flipping her onto her back.
“I’m leaving this in,” he said, wiggling the butt plug’s base and setting off another mild wave of sensation. “And adding this.” Her large vibrating dildo slid into her cunt.
Then he stretched out beside her, ran his hands over her as if learning every inch of her. She loved it, the connection that went beyond fucking, that seemed as if it touched her soul. They lay here for what seemed like hours, not moving except for his stroking hands, enjoying the afterplay so many men considered an unnecessary waste of effort.
“Forging a bond,” Eli said after a while. “Do you feel it?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” Sitting up, then turning and straddling her face backward, he fed her his cock. “Suck me. I’ve dreamed about having your pretty lips around me this way. Licking and sucking my cock. Yeah, baby. Like that.”
He was so big he stretched her lips, filled her so fully that it was hard for her to stroke him with her tongue. But she loved that he was velvety smooth. So smooth and hot she wanted to consume him. She concentrated, taking his cock a little deeper with each breath until his scrotum lay heavily against her nose. When she caught one end of the barbell with her tongue and wiggled it, he groaned then stretched out above her until he could flail her clit with his tongue. His mustache and goatee abraded the insides of her swollen pussy lips while his silky hair tickled her inner thighs.
There wasn’t an unstuffed orifice on her body. He possessed her completely, as a Master should. Incredibly arousing, she thought, this total possession she’d only experienced before when her old Master had shared her with other Doms in the dungeons. Now it was only Eli, and it felt incredible. Sucking and licking and swallowing his distended flesh, she took him so deep that she felt the soft cushion of his pubic hair against her lips and nose, the spurting of his come into her eager throat.
Aftershocks consumed her, stealing her mind as she greedily swallowed his come. Depleted, she lay immobile, vaguely aware that he was fastening a leather belt around her waist…working something between her legs…tightening it so the plugs in her ass and cunt would stay in place. She loved the sensations.
“I love how you respond. Now, sweet slave, this is to keep you filled while we sleep.” Once he had the belt secured to his satisfaction, he loosened her bonds then lay beside her, pulling her close, making her feel protected…warm…almost loved.
Satiated, she stroked Eli’s head and let her emotions have free rein while he slept. A masterful Dom, a respected surgeon who shared her hoped-for specialty. A gorgeous man. Could it be possible? Could she dare hope Eli might be the answer to all her late-night fantasies?
Chapter Three
Early the next morning, Eli blinked at the bright sunlight that flooded the room. For a long time he lay in bed watching Maggie sleep. He could hardly believe it. She’d let go of the stress he saw in her so often when they worked together. While he’d strongly suspected she was a sub, there was nothing like a sweaty, satisfying confirmation. If she hadn’t been so good at projecting that remoteness when he’d touched on her personal life, he might have done this months ago. They could have been sharing the fetishes he’d tried so hard to keep separate and distinct from his professional life.
Guess you kept your secrets hidden even better than I did, sweetheart.
Ten years ago, when he’d just finished medical school, he’d learned the hard way that the woman he’d figured would make an ideal doctor’s wife hadn’t been at all inclined to share his need for D/s play. The failure of the marriage that hadn’t survived the first year of his residency at the Tampa veterans’ hospital had sent him searching for a BDSM club. He’d found sexual satisfaction, but not a woman with whom he could form the kind of emotional and intellectual connection necessary for a successful marriage. Although he sometimes yearned for a life partner to share the ups and downs of daily living as well as his sexual preferences, Eli had pretty much resigned himself to staying single and putting up with his fellow surgeons’ frequent innuendos about his sexual orientation.
Maybe he and Maggie… No, it was too soon. Still, Eli couldn’t help imagining them together, not just in bed and at work, but as real, twenty-four-hour-a-day partners in life. Hell, his former wife would have had him thrown in jail if he’d ever tried to tie her down or put a plug up her ass. Maggie had begged for it.
Funny. She gave coworkers the impression of a well-bred, conservative woman. A caring woman who had the makings of a hell of a surgeon. Oh hell. He had to face it. While he was leery of the word love, he liked Maggie so much that during those brief moments of doubt about her orientation, he’d had the wild consideration of turning vanilla for her, giving up his need for sexual control. He’d envisioned taking her to meet his mother. Mom would like her, he thought as he watched her sleep, even if she wasn’t one of the vapid blonde daughters of her good friends that she’d been shoving at him ever since his divorce. He smiled when he pictured his last full-time submissive, with her long, black, dyed hair, Goth makeup, and the snake she’d wanted tattooed around her neck in lieu of the traditional collar. If Mom had ever seen her, she’d have stroked out.
Eli got hard again, thinking about making Maggie his full-time sub. He’d never dared to dream he’d find a woman like her, a lady outside the bedroom, a fellow professional with whom he could share days as well as nights. She’d given him not only a hell of a fuck, but the surprise of his life. If he were to take her home, she’d make his mother happy. And she’d undoubtedly keep him on his toes while he broke down her reserve and made her respond to him, not just in bed but on every level.
Eli ran his fingers through her strawberry blonde curls. He liked her hair short like this because it made it easy to explore all the erogenous zones he’d discovered when he’d once played at a dungeon with a sub who’d been shaved bald. He’d have Maggie shave her pussy, he decided, and he’d mark her as his own not with a collar, but with a piercing only he and she would ever see.
He’d control her mind, make her trust him so completely she’d know everything he did to her would bring her pleasure. So thoroughly she’d never need to use that safe word. For the first time in his life as a Dominant, he wanted to let the world know Maggie belonged to him. He wasn’t at all sure she’d go that far. Fuck, he didn’t even know for sure that she shared his feelings beyond the unmistakable lust that had driven them last night.
Feelings? Eli wasn’t sure how to define what he did feel for Maggie, but it was a hell of a lot more than gratitude for a mind-blowing night of sex. Damned if he’d label the emotions surging through his brain as love. Love had let him down before, made him leery of the term and all it implied. Somehow, though, the prospect seemed doable when he looked at Maggie.
He stroked her cheek, traced the delicate line of her jaw. For the first time in a long time—forever, he amended—he experienced a sense of tenderness, a need to protect this woman who’d shed her aura of emotional invincibility with her clothes last night. Imagining them together years down the road didn’t send him
running, as it had with other lovers.
Maybe in time they’d both tire of bondage games. Many of his acquaintances in the BDSM community had told him the ultimate pleasure happened for them when they’d given their hearts, and taken their slave’s love to cherish in return.
First, though, Eli had to establish their relationship as Master and slave. Maggie obviously expected it, reveled in submitting. He opened her toy drawer and took out the nipple clamps he’d noticed last night. While she slept he stroked her breasts, pinching the nipples then clamping them when she began to whimper and pant. Bending, he bathed the distended nubs with his tongue.
“Ow! That hurts. But it feels so good, too. Use your teeth. Please, Master.” Maggie’s sleepy plea had his cock rising to full attention.
He drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked, then clamped down on it with his teeth until she let out a little scream. His testicles drew up, and his cock swelled and hardened further. “Want more?”