by Ann Jacobs
“Not yet.” As though wanting to distract her, he slid his hands up her inner thighs and up her torso until he found her tightly clamped breasts. He pinched the tips of her nipples sharply then soothed them by rubbing gently over them with his thumbs. She wasn’t expecting the sudden pain when he sank his teeth into her buttock.
“Mmm. You taste good.” He soothed the bite with long, slow laps of his tongue. When he bent his head down further and used his tongue to lick the sensitive skin around her anus, her cunt contracted, anticipating…
Then he stopped, and she thought she’d die of unsatisfied lust.
Eli stood there, looking down at his slave. His Maggie.
His collar marked her as his property, from the top of her head to her small, shapely feet. God, but he loved the way her breasts swayed like peaches ripe for picking, the nipples darkened and puckered within the clamps. A sheer layer of sweat on her brow and the dark, needy look in her eyes gave silent proof of her arousal. Between her pale, slick labia the tiny stone in her clit ring caught his eye when he straightened and feasted his gaze on her plump, pink pussy.
When the piercing healed, he’d suck and lick her clit every night until she begged for mercy. Nothing turned him on more than the idea of feasting on his woman’s smooth-shaved sex. Now just looking at the ring, his permanent mark of ownership, had him so ready that his cock stood straight up, curled against his belly. His mouth watered to lap up the glistening honey that dribbled invitingly from her cunt. Soon he’d be able to toy with the ring in her sensitive little bud, hear her squeal with delight. Temporary restraint would be hard, but the future pleasure would be worth it. Not only because he’d wanted to stake his claim either. Maggie’s clit was so responsive, so sensitive, it was made to be adorned.
He had to take her. Fumbling with the wrapper, he pulled out a heavily lubricated condom and rolled it on. His cock throbbed, demanding that he fuck her now, mark her his in the most basic of ways.
Her flushed cheeks and swollen lips marked her desperation as she stared at him in the mirror. “Please, Master, I need your cock inside me,” she begged, squirming as much as her bonds allowed when she looked at his sheathed erection in the mirrors that surrounded them.
“My cock needs to be inside you, too.” Eli took some water-soluble lubricant and smeared it over the condom, then stepped behind her and tugged at the chain attached to her nipple clamps. “I love playing with your breasts, too.”
“Oh yes, Master, that feels…incredible.” She sounded breathy, and her nipples were swollen and rigid. Her reaction stoked Eli’s own arousal, made him urgent to take her now.
“It’s about to feel a lot better. I’m going to fuck your plump, pretty ass, but first I want you to come. Come for your Master.”
She whimpered.
“Don’t worry, all I want is your pleasure. A good master would never damage his most prized possession.” He knelt behind her and dipped his head to her glistening slit. Then he reached and cupped the round globes of her breasts in both hands. God, how he loved to play with them, to squeeze and knead them while she moaned with pleasure. Her honey flowed, and when he lapped it from her slit, he felt her clit swell and harden beneath the protective dressing. She tried to shift, as though she wanted him to suck her there, but he didn’t dare oblige her. “Soon, baby. Soon.”
“God, yes,” she said when he offered his fingers. She caught two of them in her mouth, licking and sucking them as though they were his cock while she rubbed her sopping pussy against his mouth, seemingly desperate for him to give her a climax. He was getting desperate, too. If he didn’t fuck her soon and release his pent-up semen, he’d explode.
He tongue-fucked her cunt, as deep and fast as he could, drawing soft whimpers. When he stopped, he licked backward along her slit and ringed her puckered asshole, teasing the tight opening with short stabs of his tongue.
“I need your big, hard cock inside me. Please, Master.” She whimpered when he withdrew his fingers.
“Relax, Maggie. You know your cunt’s off limits for a few days. But don’t worry. I’m going to make you come. I’m going to fuck your ass. You’ll love it.” Then he ringed her ass again, stiffening his tongue and plunging the tip of it inside the small, puckered opening. Rising, he retrieved the tube of lubricant and worked a generous glob of it around and in her anus. She felt tight, almost as though she’d never been ass-fucked before, so he squirted out more and applied it to the condom he had on.
His eyes were glowing with hot lust when Maggie gazed at his reflection. The way he deliberately readied his sheathed cock with more glistening lubricant made her shiver more with anticipation than from any fear that Eli might hurt her. Her anus twitched, the lubricant he’d applied cooling tissue swollen from their play the night before. She could hardly wait to feel him stretching her, reaming her with his massive, pierced tool.
Her pussy contracted when he ringed her once more with the head of his cock. She tensed, expecting him to claim her ass as forcefully as he’d taken her pussy the night before. Instead, he worked one finger past her tight anal sphincter, then a second. “Breathe deep, baby. Relax. This is going to feel good. Real good.” He withdrew his fingers and moved into her slowly, carefully. She took another deep breath, panted and restrained a cry when her flesh protested his invasion. Their reflection showed his huge cock poised, buried only to its pierced head in her rear passage, the other end of its long, thick shaft separating their bodies.
“Open up for me, Maggie. You can take it all. Easy now. Keep breathing easy. Relax and let me fuck your tight, sweet ass.”
The idea of him taking her this way with his huge, pierced cock frightened her. But it aroused her more. She couldn’t tear her gaze away as he sank into her, inch by inch, until she thought she’d split apart. The touch of his hands on her buttocks soothed her. His quiet words of pleasure, encouragement, helped the pain of his penetration give way to a feeling of fullness that promised pleasure.
She looked once more in the mirror. Her Master, breathing hard, his hands grasping her naked buttocks. Herself, his slave, helplessly bound by his will. By her own volition. When he slid his hands along her body, found her breasts and cupped them in his hands, they looked as one. Incredibly erotic as he buried his cock to the balls and stilled his movement. She wanted more.
“That hurts so good. Your cock’s so big. So hot.”
“Your ass is tight, baby. I’m not moving. Breathe deep. Relax.”
She tried. “I feel…full. So, so full. Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
When he all but withdrew and then sank back into her, she gasped. Pain gave way to intense pressure. Heat rushed through her body, and when he reached beneath her and tugged at the chain that hung between the nipple clamps, she went on sensual overload. Her cunt constricted, demanding to be filled, and her clit swelled more against her master’s very private sign of possession.
With each slow, rhythmic stroke of his cock into her anus, the last of the discomfort faded, replaced by a delicious sense of fullness…of anticipation. Her climax began and spread quickly through her body, shattering into thousands of tiny needles of ecstasy when Eli let go with a shout. The jerking spasms of his cock set off a series of small aftershocks that left her drained.
So drained that she barely registered it when he loosened her bonds, lifted her from the swing and carried her upstairs. Much later as they lay in a rough-hewn pine bed beneath a large skylight, Maggie looked up at the starry sky. Eli Calhoun obviously deserved the title of Master. He’d certainly mastered her.
Chapter Five
The sun sparkled through brilliant autumn foliage when Eli looked through the skylight the following morning, his hard-on prodding Maggie’s flat, taut belly. She was a sleepyhead, all warm and cuddly and relaxed the way he wanted her always to be with him.
They’d get up and go outside, walk along the banks of the lake, hear the leaves crackling beneath their feet while a brisk breeze tousled her hair. Here, they had
no patients, no obligations other than to each other. He intended to make the best of this solitary time with his lover—his love.
Yes, she was his love. No doubt about it. He’d let her rest a little longer while he made breakfast. Bending, he dropped a soft kiss on her slack lips before quietly dressing and heading downstairs.
Together. Since the end of his brief marriage, Eli had used that word only in terms of the portion of his life he spent with a sub in bed, the hours shared with his residents in the OR or on rounds, the stolen moments of friendship snatched between cases or after hours. He’d kept his feelings in neat compartments—sex, work, recreational activities with his friends and colleagues.
Maggie had pried open the doors to all of him. He should be running for cover, but all he wanted to do was stay, build toward the sort of relationship he’d promised himself he’d never risk again.
While birds chirped in the cottonwood outside the kitchen door, Eli brewed coffee, set out glasses of juice and scrounged through the cupboard to find the makings for some breakfast fajitas. They were going to relax…and do some serious talking about their future. Sometime between yesterday and now, he’d realized Maggie was his perfect mate. He wasn’t about to let her go or let their work interfere unnecessarily with their life together.
A worrisome thought crossed his mind. What if Maggie only wanted sex? Stolen hours away from the mainstream of their personal and professional lives? The idyllic feeling of the past few moments disappeared, replaced with doubts. If she did…hell, it had been ten years, and still he remembered the disappointment of his failed marriage, the feeling of lost love, betrayal. He was moving too fast, wasn’t he, caught up like some kid in a rush of feelings? Eli gripped the handle of the skillet, his other hand clenching into a tight fist.
Fuck, he should hope that’s what she wanted. After all, it was what he wanted too. Or did he? His emotions warred—desire, respect, friendship…possessiveness. He’d tear apart that junior resident who was always drooling over Maggie when they went on rounds.
Eli had to get a grip. Think…think of the sub, not the woman. Concentrate on sensation. Plenty of time later to sort out logistics.
When he climbed the stairs to the loft and went back into the bedroom, Maggie was still asleep. Eli visually traced the gentle curve of her spine, then bent and placed a wet kiss on the intriguing dimples on her rounded buttocks. He loved seeing her wearing his collar, its dark expanse a stark contrast with her ivory skin. Damn it, a week ago he hadn’t imagined her even letting him into her life, much less that she’d prove herself to be the submissive of his dreams.
“Wake up, sleepyhead. I’ve fixed us some fajitas.” When she smiled at him, he couldn’t resist taking her mouth, tangling her tongue with his. “I want to take you for a walk, show you where I go to get away from it all.”
“That sounds like fun, Master.” Her husky, sleepy voice made him reconsider going out, contemplate crawling back in bed instead and easing the ache in his balls. Damn, but she’d keep him in a constant state of arousal.
He rose and dragged out some faded sweats from a drawer. “Put these on. They’ll be way too big on you, but I like the idea of you wearing my clothes. Besides, all you have with you is hardly appropriate to traipse around in the woods.” If he didn’t get her covered up fast, he’d be joining her again in bed. And he had thinking to do, thinking best done with his brain and not his cock.
* * * * *
Outside with sun dappling the grounds through a stand of sturdy trees, Eli’s cabin looked much like other weekend hideaways Margaret had seen. When she looked down a footpath strewn with fallen leaves, she saw blue, briskly running water. The river, she guessed.
Only a few other cabins dotted the view, but she imagined they weren’t as isolated as it seemed. Eli’s collar warmed her throat, reminded her she’d given herself into his keeping the night before. Her clit tingled when she walked, his ring a constant reminder as well. The loose sweats smelled woodsy, like the aftershave Eli sometimes wore. When they reached the small dock, Margaret tilted her head. “Yours?” she asked, gesturing toward the small, sleek fishing boat that rocked gently in its boathouse alongside the dock.
“Yes. Do you like to fish?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never done it.” Not much of an outdoorswoman herself, she was a bit surprised to learn Eli spent much of his free time communing with nature. She wondered how he found time for fishing and other outdoor pursuits as well as what must be a rigorous schedule at the gym and, of course, his busy career.
“Some weekend when we have more time, we’ll pack a picnic and spend a day out on the water. You’ll like it.” His gaze hot, as if he wanted the pleasure of experiencing the physical along with the mental simulation of her company, he pulled her to him, so close the beat of his heart resounded in her breasts. Her cunt throbbed, its slick juices sliding down her thighs when he cupped her buttocks and ground his erection hard into her belly.
A small motorboat roared past the dock, sending its wake churning up the dark green water into a froth of gray-white bubbles. They weren’t alone. Instinctively she started to pull away. “What if somebody recognizes us?” Oh no, he’ll be angry with me now, punish me.
But he surprised her, resting his hands at her waist and smiling down at her. “They won’t. Don’t worry. No one’s close enough to see us. Kneel here,” he said, indicating a spot on the dock next to a roughly hewn wooden bench where he’d sat down.
No one would mistake the intent look in his dark eyes for anything but the lust of a Master—a man who knew what he wanted and expected it to be provided without question. Margaret had seen that look before, acceded to a Master’s control. With Eli, though, she sensed he wanted not just satisfaction of his sexual desires and control over hers. He was looking for more than sex.
And just like that, instead of Eli, she was thinking of another Master, the one who’d wanted to rob her of the self-determination she’d worked so hard to attain. Not that he’d been cruel, because he wasn’t. But like many Doms, he’d driven home his power by imposing his will without any consideration for her feelings, her concerns.
If she’d read Eli right, he was a man who’d want to own her body and soul, to command every aspect of her life. He’d fully engage her emotions in every way. If she gave in, would Margaret Berman the woman disappear, leaving only Maggie, Eli’s submissive? The prospect terrified her.
But God, she wanted to give in to him fully. It would be so easy to give in and peel away the protective reserve that had saved her from emotional pain before, when relationships had sputtered and died like embers in a fireplace on a winter night.
“Maggie, look at me.” He tipped up her face so she met his gaze, his grip gentle, contrasting with the stern tone of his voice. “I’m going to talk. While you listen, you can put this in your tongue and tickle my cock with it.”
Maybe the serious look on his face had signaled only eagerness to explore more sexual pathways, nothing more. Perhaps he had no more than hours of pleasure on his mind. Margaret hoped so. Attempting a smile, she took the tongue ring with its tiny vibrator and replaced the plain gold one she’d put on yesterday morning. “How do I turn it on?”
“I do.” He held up a small remote control, rotating its control with his forefinger and making the barbell vibrate against her tongue. His heated gaze held desire, of course, but she thought she sensed something more. Something that touched her heart as well as her libido.
The vibrations felt weird. Arousing, especially when she thought about the thrumming sensations she could create in his cock by tangling the tongue ring with the barbell in his Ampellang. She felt herself grow wetter. “Would you like for me to suck your cock, Master?”
“Yes, please do.”
Already engorged, his cock twitched when she drew her face close and blew on it. First, though, she’d sample the taste and texture of the smooth, dark rose surface of his scrotum. He tasted clean yet musky, and while she tongued him th
ere, she paused frequently to suck first one testicle then the other into her mouth. From his rapid breathing, she guessed he found that highly arousing. The vibrations spread the delicious sensations slowly through her body.
Soon he was hard as rock, and she longed to cup his sex, but no good sub moved her hands without her master’s permission. When she almost toppled over, he steadied her. “I have as much a duty to you as my lover as you have to me. You don’t have to get permission to move or to hold a posture like this if it’s not comfortable.”
Eli sounded sincere, but still Margaret hesitated before dropping her pose and resting her hands on his muscular thighs. Not wanting to displease him, she kept her head still and continued licking his balls until she elicited a moan. Then she ran her tongue over his long, rigid shaft. The feeling of him ruffling her hair, digging his fingers in and finding the erogenous zone at the crown of her head, stimulated her even more than the vibrations or the clean, male taste of him. Just when she thought she’d driven him past his desire to talk, as he’d said he would, he spoke, though his voice was hoarse, ragged in its desire.