by Ann Jacobs
She’d sworn when he left that she’d never enter into a D/s relationship on that level again. But here she was, jumping headlong into the fire in spite of herself. Eli had sneaked into her life as a friend and mentor. He’d switched gears quickly enough when she finally let him know she liked her sex rough and a little kinky.
His last command would change Margaret’s life if she chose to obey. I want you to wear my collar. If you agree, hold out your hand to me. I’ll meet you in your office as soon as I’ve seen all my patients.
He’d obviously want their relationship out in the open. It could hardly be otherwise, with them working together nearly every day. She hoped he’d feel the need as much as she to keep the true nature of that relationship strictly between them. Her old Master had needed to exert his will on her before others, and he’d satisfied that need by sharing her with fellow Doms in public dungeons, humiliating her while letting her remain masked to conceal her identity. Maybe Eli would want that, too, but she doubted it.
No, Eli wouldn’t flaunt their lifestyle. He couldn’t, not and protect his own career. Perhaps, she hoped, he would forgo the local sex clubs, collar her in the privacy of the dungeon he’d whispered about last night, far away from prying eyes. Not that she’d mind the occasional club scene, the feel of Eli and another lover touching her, arousing her, taking her to heights she reluctantly admitted she’d enjoyed. But she would relish the privacy to worship her Master’s magnificent body, accept the pain he’d inflict in order to bring her pleasure.
When Margaret reached to answer the phone, the vibrations of the egg intensified, as though Eli had sensed she’d be doubting the wisdom of this and wanted to remind her she needed him. When he walked through her office door, a predatory grin on his face and a cell phone in his hand, she set down the receiver. The thud of the door closing behind him made her jump with anticipation.
A moment earlier she hadn’t been certain she’d do it, but when he looked at her, she knew. Eli was her future. Her Master. She might as well admit to him what she’d already acknowledged to herself. She stood, head bowed, and brought his hand to her lips. He smiled, as if he’d had none of the doubts that had tormented her, turned his hand to grasp hers, and sandwiched it between his palms.
“Have you done everything I asked you to?” As if to test her further, he kicked up the speed on the vibrator to its highest level, reaching out to steady her when she swayed forward, shuddering. His arms firmly around her, he turned them toward the door. “Good thing I remembered to close it.”
“Yes, Master. I followed your orders to the letter.”
“I see you did.”
Damn, but she was hot. Blood slammed into his cock when he smelled the musk of her arousal floating like an aura around her, blending with the light floral scent of her cologne. His musk now. No one would have recognized it as that. He’d have noted what he thought was a musky, sexy perfume if he hadn’t eaten her pussy and flailed her responsive little clit with his tongue. Her tongue darted out, wetting the lips that had felt so good on him last night.
His cock swelled painfully against the soft cotton of his boxers, and his balls tightened. God, but he wished he dared take her here, ease the ache he’d had all day. The ache that had intensified the moment he walked through her office door.
“You’d tell me if you had doubts, wouldn’t you?” If she was going to back out, he wanted to know now, before they took the next step. “I want you as my submissive, as long as you want me as your Master,” he said, even though, in his mind, he wondered what would happen if he decided he wanted her as his lifetime sex slave.
Whoa, slow down, Eli. Savor it. But with a collar, even though she might think it was too soon for that. He wanted to make it clear he wasn’t looking for some temporary fun and games, and to give her one last chance to blow him off for another few months, the way she had after that first kiss.
She bit her lower lip but held his gaze. From the aroused state of her body, the needy look in her eyes, he guessed she wanted him, too “No doubts about us. But…”
“But what? I’ve known you long enough that last night just cinched it for me,” he said slowly, cupping her chin. “I’m sure you want me, too. Tell me, Maggie, what’s holding you back?”
“I don’t want any of our colleagues to know about our lifestyle.” She looked afraid, but she spoke with certainty.
Though part of him wanted to flaunt her in the dungeon at Club Rio Brava, he knew he wouldn’t. At least not as long as he felt this need to protect her, to keep her for himself, not share her with some other Dom no matter how discreet he might be. But he couldn’t let her believe he was giving in too easily. He already knew she was a hardcore sub, the kind who needed a firm hand and a sense that she had a true Master, in order to let go with him, give him the trust he found himself wanting from her. “What if I’m not okay with keeping it a secret?”
“You could take me to a dungeon. We could wear masks,” she told him, her voice small when she spoke, smaller still when she lowered her gaze to the floor. “That’s what my first Master often did.”
He could tell from her tone that she hadn’t liked that. Had her former Master shared her? Humiliated her before fellow Doms and Dommes? He recalled one Dom at a BDSM club near the Riverwalk, the first dungeon he’d checked out after moving to San Antonio. The guy had been a sadist if he’d ever seen one. He’d offered his pretty slave to anyone who would take her. Though she’d been masked, and her hair had been long and blonde, she’d reminded him in some ways of the prim and proper third-year resident he’d met earlier that day, so much that when the sub’s Master invited him to fuck her, Eli had turned down the offer.
Now, when he saw the frightened look in Maggie’s eyes, he wondered again if she’d been abused that way, and if she’d done the dungeon scenes she spoke of only to please her Master. Eli reached out and touched her, framing her face between his hands. “Unless you want to, we won’t frequent the dungeons. I belong to a club you might enjoy, but that will be your choice.”
At the easing of her expression, he nodded. “If we ever go, it will be because you ask for it. And it will be at my club, where all the members are sworn to secrecy as well as having careers that wouldn’t survive having their sexual kinks made known. Come on. My personal dungeon awaits us.”
When he noticed her hands trembling as she gathered her purse from a drawer, Eli turned down the vibrator. When he imagined her cunt slick and wet and eager for the satisfaction he’d soon provide, he could barely resist locking the door, sweeping the papers off her desk, and fucking her on the scarred surface of her desk. Instead, he drew her close, tamping down the baser instincts she had a way of igniting and resting his cheek on top of her auburn curls.
“Oh, yes. You feel so good.” Her breathy hiss got him even hotter. Then she opened her legs, as though she wouldn’t mind if he were to take her right here, right now.
“Stop that or I’ll fuck you here and now. We wouldn’t want anybody walking in on us, now would we?”
Her movement slow, reluctant, she stepped back, her eyes glazed with passion. She’d held her hand out to him. She wanted to be his. Now, not later, if he read her right. The enormity of her choice hit him, made him almost as impatient as she. He pulled her to him, hard, and slid a hand inside her lab coat. He had to touch her, fondle her prominent nipples that beckoned him even through the lab coat and that green silk dress he’d ordered her to wear. “Let’s get out of here to somewhere private.”
“All right, Master.”
She stood on tiptoe and laid her hands on his shoulders, lifting her face for his kiss. He could hardly wait to collar her…to put the ring he’d bought where no one else would ever see it. Maybe someday, if she agreed, they’d make their bonding permanent and legal, and he’d slide a rock of a diamond onto her finger.
That unexpected thought shocked the hell out of him, coming as it had from out of nowhere. Eli couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been changing for a long
time now in what he wanted from a relationship, and if his night with Maggie had opened a door where those ideas could take over his imagination. As if she knew his mind was churning, she didn’t say anything, just held his hand as they walked out to the parking lot.
* * * * *
A few minutes later, they were hurtling west on San Antonio’s outer loop.
“Where are we going?” Maggie asked once Eli turned onto a farm road that wound around some gently rolling hills.
Eli lifted her skirt and cupped her bare, freshly denuded pussy. “My weekend place. It’s out by Riomedina, along the river near Club Rio Brava. Have you ever heard any of the other doctors talk about it?” Several other doctors on staff at University belonged to the club, and Eli wondered if Maggie had ever gone there with one of them.
“I don’t think so.”
Good. He wanted to be the only Dom in her life. Another surprise since he’d never thought of himself as particularly possessive. “I’ll take you there sometime. Meanwhile, I love feeling your pussy so soft and bare for me. Wet, too. Are you anxious for us to get there?”
“I’m burning.”
Tweaking her clit as he drove along, he stoked her flames. “Did you manage to get fitted for a diaphragm?”
“No, Master. I already had one.” Her legs went slack, giving him room to fondle her more thoroughly. “That feels good. So good.”
“I’m glad. I don’t want you on the Pill. Too many side effects.”
“I haven’t taken any for a while now.”
“We’ll take other precautions, but I want you to promise you’ll let me know if careful’s not good enough.” Though Eli would rather she didn’t get pregnant, at least not right away, the idea of having a kid or two with her wasn’t as scary as it would have been with every other woman he’d fucked over the years.
“I will. Oh, yes.” She arched her back, giving him even better access to her satiny flesh.
“Feel good?” With his thumb, he circled her clit. God, did he love how she responded. His cock reared up, as though reminding him it had been over eight hours since the last time they’d made love.
“You feel incredible. You make me crazy to take your big, hard cock inside my cunt. To feel all of you, stroke your incredibly smooth skin.” Her soft fingers drifted over his forearm. “I like that you’re not very hairy…”
He chuckled. “I keep my body hair waxed off because I like to enter bodybuilding contests. I’ve thought about letting it grow back between competitions, but the prospect of itching for weeks while it’s growing out changes my mind every time. I could always shave all over, but it’s bad enough to have to shave my face and neck every day without adding a few acres more of real estate to that ritual. Maybe someday I’ll go have it removed with a laser. How about you? Don’t you feel hornier now, with your cunt all smooth and silky? Don’t you think you’ll like it better when we fuck?” He was throbbing now. If he didn’t fuck her soon he thought he’d die.
Margaret was so hot she wouldn’t have cared if Eli fucked her in front of half their colleagues. All she wanted was for him to relieve the ache that had her in a frenzy of sexual frustration. Now.
As if he’d read her mind, Eli turned onto a narrow road that meandered along a river—the Medina if she wasn’t mistaken. After a few minutes he turned in to a secluded scenic overlook surrounded by dense shrubs, cottonwoods and towering pine trees. The shrubs already had begun showing fall colors of red and gold, and they lent a screen that at least gave the illusion of privacy.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his tone commanding. From the taut set of his features, she guessed he must be as eager as she. When she obeyed, he reached inside her and took the vibrator from her cunt. “God, baby, I love how you’re already hot and wet for me.”
He slid over to the center passenger seat, fumbling with his zipper. “Help me get out of these pants. I can’t wait another minute to fuck you.”
With trembling hands she unbuttoned his boxers and freed his huge, rigid cock. While she fumbled to free his testicles, he unbuttoned her dress, lifted her breasts out of the cups of her bra and tugged on her bare nipples. “Bite them, please, Master.”
Lifting her as though she weighed no more than a feather, he set her down astride his thighs. His cock head brushed her clit, sent delicious sensations sizzling along her nerve endings. “Oh, please, don’t make me wait.” Her cunt gushed when he pulled her down, impaling her. He bent his head, took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.
As though he was as desperate as she for satisfaction, he fucked her hard, raising his hips and pulling her down on his cock until he was in her to his balls. Hands on her ass cheeks, he lifted her almost off him and then slammed her down, harder and deeper with every thrust.
He was breathing hard. So was she. The heady sensation of arousal spread through her body. She wanted to come. Now. Every time he found her G-spot with his monster, pierced cock and its barbell, her need grew more desperate. Her inner muscles clenched his cock, begging silently for release.
She couldn’t come without permission. If she did, he’d be within his rights to punish her. “May I come, Master?”
“Am I really your Master?” His breath, moist and warm against her breast, sent waves of intense arousal straight to her cunt.
Raising her hands to cup his cheeks, she looked into his deep brown eyes. “You’re really my Master.” She paused, trying to hold back the flood of pleasure that threatened to explode. “Please. Fuck me hard. Make me come.” With both hands she pressed his mouth against her breast, silently urging him to bite her, hurt her, make her come.
“Easy, baby. Relax. Just let me love you. Come for me now.” He must have known what she needed, for he sank his teeth into that sensitive flesh. He pinched her other nipple, hard. It hurt, but it felt so good.
Oh God, she was coming, overwhelmed by the incredible feelings. Delicious pain, enormous pleasure and more. His arms tightened around her, protective and sheltering as her cunt clenched hard around his huge, fiery cock. Warmth suffused her body. That warmth had everything to do with the emotions that flowed between them, little to do with the mind-boggling physical reaction to a skilled master’s touch. She hadn’t come like this since…since ever.
Delicious stretching, scorching heat. Accompanied by emotions having as much to do with love as with passion, the sensations carried her over the top, not once but many times. Margaret loved it when Eli came in her, his hot semen bathing her cunt in hot, delicious bursts that intensified the waves of sexual fulfillment. When they finally stilled, she collapsed against him, breathing in the smell of the leather seats and his woodsy cologne…the arousing aroma of sex. “Thank you, Master.”
“My pleasure. Thank you.” He bent, took her mouth in a kiss that spoke more of devotion than desire.
Suddenly she wanted to taste him, this master she sensed would always be kind, would never subject his lover to humiliation. “May I suck your cock now?” she asked, rising as she did from his lap.
“Oh, yeah. My cock is yours. For your pleasure as well as mine.”
Crouching on the plush carpeting, Margaret took him in her mouth, tasting the heady mix of his climax and hers as she licked it away. God, but he had a beautiful cock, long and thick. She licked every inch, loving it, then took the dark, plumlike crown into her mouth and tongued his slit while he burrowed his fingers into her hair, holding her captive ever so gently—lovingly, she’d almost say.
“Stop or we’ll be spending the night here, and I’ve got other plans.” Gently he raised her head and drew her back up onto the seat. “We’ll have plenty of time to play once we get to my place on the river.”
“Yes, Master.” Her cunt still tingling from her massive climax, she snuggled next to him. The reassuring pressure of his fingers on her thigh as he resumed driving reminded her how much he pleased her. And set off a flurry of unexpected emotion she could only describe as love.
Chapter Four
“W
e’re nearly there.” Eli turned onto another narrow paved road, eager to have his woman share the place he’d built to escape the city, get back to nature the way it must have been before urban sprawl began to take over the old West. “Look to your right. That’s the dungeon I was telling you about. Club Rio Brava.” The rugged-looking building sat back from the road, almost hidden among a grove of tall pecan trees that looked eerie now that their leaves were almost gone. At the sudden tension he sensed in her, Eli again wondered what the bastard who’d had her before had done to her. Leaning over and taking her hand in a firm grip, he commanded her attention. “Hey, remember what I said. We’ll do the club thing only when it’s what you want. We’re not going there tonight, or ever unless you want it. My weekend place is a little farther, on the bank of the river.”