The Master's Choice

by Abby Gordon

  She heard him he rip open the condom packet and knew that when he rolled it over his dick he would fuck her again. In the ass.

  The bed dipped as he climbed on and then everything went still for a moment. She squealed slightly as a generous amount of cold lube hit her anus. Ally closed her eyes, her fingers curling around the bedspread as his fingers began pressing into her tight rosette.

  She’d never had anal sex before coming to the Club, never even considered it. During training, she’d had butt plugs in increasingly longer and wider sizes. But no one had ever taken her in the ass. She trusted Master JW, she reminded herself. He was taking care of her. He was paying attention to her responses and being careful with her. She wriggled her ass at him.

  He caught her hips and held her still.

  “Do not come,” he told her gruffly.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered as she felt the latex-covered tip of his dick slide between her ass cheeks.

  He pushed in, quickly pushing past the tight resistance offered by her sphincter muscles and thrusting deep. She moaned at the fiery invasion. He felt bigger than the training plugs, but, thankfully, not as hard. Oh, God, she felt full!

  “All right?”

  She smiled to herself, hearing the concern for her in his voice. Yet there was also need. A need to fuck her where no one else had. Did he know that?

  “Ally?”

  “Oh, yes, sir! I’m all right, sir.”

  His hands gripped her hips as he pounded in and out of her. Gasping, Ally opened her eyes and looked down between her legs.

  His thighs filled the gap between hers and she marveled at the differences. Hers were hairless and lightly muscled from the physical conditioning the Club required of submissives and slaves. His were cords of strength with rough dark hair sprinkled near his hips and more near his knees.

  One of his hands snaked around and played with her clit. She caught her breath and threw her head back, unable to believe how hungry for an orgasm she was. How much more did he expect her to take? He thrust in until his hips ground against her cheeks and she whimpered in need.

  “Master, please.”

  “Shh, little one,” he murmured, his hands caressing her ass and lower back.

  He pulled out of her ass. A few seconds later, she saw the condom drop onto the nightstand to her right. His hands grabbed her hips and he drove his cock into her pussy before she even realized what he was doing. She cried out, knowing she was closer to coming, desperate to be given permission. He stroked in and out of her wet heat several times.

  “Master, please. I’m so close,” she begged.

  One arm whipped around her waist and pulled her up so quickly that her head fell back against his shoulder. His palm pressed against her stomach before moving down and pinching her clit. Fire shot through her pussy, forcing the delicate muscles to clench and squeeze around his rigid cock.

  “Sir!”

  His other hand tangled in her hair and forced her head back so he could see her face.

  “Come for me,” he ordered, his fingers tweaking the nub again.

  Panting for breath and held helplessly against his chest, Ally closed her eyes. His cock filled her pussy. Her ass throbbed from the lashes and the size of his shaft. Her nipples pulsed against the clamps and now…

  “Stop thinking,” he growled, his fingers gripping tighter in her hair. “Come for me.”

  She cried out in need. Her body ached and all she wanted was to come. To experience the orgasm he’d denied her earlier. His mouth covered hers and his tongue thrust past her lips. Moaning as he completely possessed her, Ally felt something inside her snap free.

  As he held her tight, her body stiffened, trembling for several seconds as her pussy clutched his cock. Her scream echoed around the room. She closed her eyes and saw stars. She felt light-headed.

  He raised his head slightly and she gasped for breath.

  “Oh, dear God,” she breathed. “I think my heart stopped.”

  “Good girl,” he murmured.

  “Thank you, master,” she panted, eyes still closed as her head lolled against his shoulder.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, Ally. Hard and fast.”

  He shoved her shoulders down and she pressed herself into the pillow. He gripped her hips and pulled nearly completely out of her heat.

  “Sir! Please, fuck me!” she begged, opening her eyes and daring to look over her shoulder at him. “Please!”

  “That’s it,” he nodded in approval. “Beg me.”

  “Please, please, please…”

  He drove into her weeping core and she moaned. If she’d thought he’d fucked her ass hard and deep, it had been just a sample of how this man liked things. All she could do was hold onto the pillow as he took her.

  Her orgasm came out of nowhere, slamming into her so hard and fast that she pushed up off the bed with a scream. Falling back down, she gasped for breath.

  “Not done,” he grunted, still hammering into her pulsing flesh. “And neither are you.”

  Shocked, she forced the sweaty strands of hair out of the way so she could see him.

  “Sir?” she whispered.

  “Squeeze my cock with your sweet pussy, Ally,” he told her. “As if your life depended on it.”

  ****

  JW had no idea what possessed him. Rather, he didn’t want to think about it. He saw a flash of uncertainty and what nearly looked like fear in the dark eyes staring at him over a creamy shoulder. Yes, she would be worried now…a relatively new submissive picked by a Dom that was clearly close to the Club’s owner. She’d already made one mistake but, given her control since, he wasn’t going to belabor that fact. What he really wanted wasn’t necessarily a submissive. He just wanted to fuck himself and her, if he could, into utter exhaustion.

  No tricks, no more props—just his cock in her mouth, pussy, and ass until he’d wrung himself completely dry.

  And she responded so perfectly to him. That heart-shaped ass had striped beautifully, and he’d watched as moisture had pearled and dripped from her pussy. For a brief moment, he let himself imagine giving her daily spankings, sometimes to remind her who was in control and other times because she’d broken one of his rules. Then with discipline done, he would fuck her wherever they were. She’d grow hotter and wilder the rougher he used her. She didn’t know her own limits. He would take her beyond…

  He clenched his jaw and buried such imaginings to the deepest corners of his mind. He would not, could not, consider anything permanent or lasting. He had done too much, seen too much. He would enjoy this time with Ally and not think about the future.

  “I’ll have to tell Liam to give you a long rest when I’m done with you,” he whispered harshly.

  Chapter Four

  Ally woke with a start in her own twin bed on the submissives’ floor. She lifted her head and winced as every muscle in her body screamed from use and fatigue. With a groan, she dropped her head back on the pillow. Flat on her back, she stared at the ceiling.

  “You’re awake. I must tell Master Liam.”

  Slowly she managed to turn her head, catching a glimpse of one of the slaves leaving the room. Sighing, she rolled to her left side to face the door and carefully brought her legs even to her waist and tried get her brain working.

  Moments later, the door opened and she gasped at the sight of Master Liam entering.

  “Master Liam,” she stammered, forcing her body out of the bed to kneel next to it.

  “Easy, Ally,” he said soothingly. He came to her, scooped her up, and returned her to the bed. He pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. “You’ve more than earned a rest. You may look at me for this talk. How are you feeling? Do you have any questions?”

  “Sir?” Her eyes tracked his movements as he fetched the lone straight-back chair from the small desk and brought it to the side of the bed. “How long was I asleep?”

  “Nearly twelve hours,” he told her, amusement in his voice. She moaned and closed h
er eyes but he just chuckled. “Not to worry. JW was more than pleased with you. He said you were exactly what he needed.”

  “Really?” Her spirits picked up at that and she opened her eyes.

  Master Liam leaned back in the chair and crossed one leg so the ankle rested on the opposite knee.

  “Really,” he confirmed. “I’ll admit, I had my doubts when Andrew suggested that we train you as a submissive. Any sort of abusive relationship isn’t necessarily the best to come into this lifestyle from.” He studied her and she dropped her eyes to the sheets. “You did very well, Ally. Very well.”

  “Thank you, Master Liam,” Ally replied softly, relief flooding through her.

  “JW said he fucked you hard, so I don’t want you in the selection room for a while. The doctor will be by in three days. He’ll check you out and make sure you’ve completely recovered.”

  “Yes, Master Liam,” she whispered.

  Getting up, he put the chair back before coming to stand by the bed.

  “You pleased me as well, Ally. JW is a good friend of mine. Thank you for taking care of him.”

  He turned and was at the door before she managed to speak.

  “Master Liam?”

  “Yes?” He paused, hand on the door, and looked over his shoulder.

  “I had heard… I wondered…” she started slowly. “Is he the one in the military? The sniper?”

  “He was. He’s out now.”

  “So he may come to the Club again? Soon?” She was certain the hope in her voice and expression were clear for Master Liam to see.

  “I don’t know. He’s dealing with a lot right now.” She barely recognized the concern on the man’s usually stone-like features.

  “Post-traumatic stress?” she guessed. “My grandfather was in World War II. And my uncle was in Vietnam.”

  Master Liam gave her a look she didn’t even try to figure out. “I’ll remember that,” he said quietly then left the room.

  Relaxing back on the pillows, Ally considered what had been said, and what hadn’t.

  ****

  Three days later Ally was cleared by the doctor, so she joined the other subs in the selection room. She was picked a few times as the days turned into weeks, but nothing created the physical response like she’d experienced with Master JW.

  Even though Master Liam’s cousin, Madison, usually went to the slave selection room, in July he came to the submissive’s selection room and chose her. Having heard what he had done to the last sub he’d picked, Ally refused. Madison had been furious and tried to drag her from the room. Her screams had brought two other masters rushing into the room.

  The incident shook her more than she wanted to admit. In late July, she used her safeword to end a scene with another master. After it happened the second time, she was summoned to Master Liam’s office.

  She entered quietly once he responded to her timid knock. Closing the door, she knelt and waited for Master Liam to speak.

  “Ally, did Master Paul harm you?”

  “No, sir,” she whispered.

  “Did Master Jarrett?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Yet you used your safeword with both of them,” he pointed out. She heard a tapping sound as if he was hitting a pen or pencil on his desk. “They both described what they were doing, and the scenes were well within your boundaries.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “So, what was the problem?”

  “I’m not sure, sir,” she replied, struggling to find the words. She was relieved that Master Liam didn’t seem angry. As Andy had told her, Master Liam was very protective of the subs and slaves. “I just—” She swallowed and shook her head. “It wasn’t them, sir. They didn’t hurt me in anyway, and they did stop as soon as I said my safeword. I just… I know what I’m supposed to do, in my head, but…”

  “I think I understand, Ally. Madison frightened you. So now you’re questioning what you’re doing and why you’re here,” he said quietly. “You need some time to adjust. I’m going to assign you to the demonstration rooms. That might give you time to sort things out. When you feel ready for the selection room again, come tell me.”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

  “I’ll alert Mistress Alice of the change. You may leave.”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

  Relief that he hadn’t been angry, that he was giving her a second chance to figure things out, flooded her. She rose to her feet and left the room. Despite the reprieve, she didn’t feel better. She still felt incomplete. And she didn’t want to think about the reason.

  The status change helped, but whatever magic she’d briefly found with Master JW was lost. A couple of the submissives-in-training came to her after a demonstration, asking for her advice. Startled, Ally realized that they considered her a mentor. Being able to help them gave her a shot of confidence. Enough so that, in late August, she screwed up the courage to speak with Master Liam.

  “Ally? Are you ready to go back to the selection room?” he asked.

  “I don’t think so, sir.”

  “Is there a problem?”

  “I was wondering…” She took a deep breath. She had to know. Something about Master JW had connected with her. “Is Master JW well? I haven’t seen him…”

  With her eyes on the floor, Ally heard the chair move back.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” she said hurriedly, worried about the boundaries and rules she might have broken. “I was…” She bit the words back as his shoes appeared around the desk and moved closer.

  “Look at me, Ally,” he ordered quietly.

  Trembling, she lifted her chin and met his gaze.

  “Everyone has their own demons. Some…” His gaze left her face briefly before he looked at her again. “Some take longer to deal with.”

  “I understand that, sir.”

  “Continue in the demonstration rooms and helping with the trainees, Ally.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  By the beginning of October, Ally knew she had to think about life after her contract was over. Part of her was surprised that Master Liam hadn’t pushed her about returning to the selection room. Mostly she was relieved that he allowed her to keep doing demonstrations. She didn’t want to rely on the kindness of Andy and Belinda, so getting a job would be a necessity. She discussed the job situation with her cousin, who helped her with her resume and suggested sending it to several corporations.

  When she saw the list, she panicked and called Andy frantically.

  “Andy, I can’t work for MacLauren Computing!”

  “It’s all right, Ally. Keith’s business is completely separate from Kevin’s.”

  She tried to calm down. “You’re sure?”

  “Positive. You’ll be fine.”

  So, on a blustery day in late October, she paid the taxi driver and stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the MacLauren Building. The taxi pulled away, splashing rain and mud at her. Two more cars roared past as she tried to get out of the way.

  “Shit,” she muttered, glancing down at her spattered legs and skirt. “Hopefully I can clean up before the interview.”

  She entered the large lobby and was surprised to see that she’d have to go through security. The guard at the desk took her name and confirmed her interview time and location, indicating that she should enter the elevators and go up. Hurrying past the security desk, Ally pushed the call button for the elevator. The light board indicated it was in the basement parking garage. Biting her lower lip, she brushed at her coat and hoped she’d be able to find a ladies’ room to clean up in. Between the elevators, a plaque listed the medical, legal, and accounting offices on the lower floors. She knew that several known corporations had moved their headquarters to the building after 9/11, including MacLauren Computing. And there…

  “Good God, you’re still a fucking mess.”

  She immediately recognized that derisive tone and cringed. Before she could react, fingers wrapped around her upper arm and jerked her abo
ut. Struggling to stay calm, Ally looked up into the face of her ex-husband.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded. “Are you stalking me? You pathetic bitch!”

  To her right, the elevator beeped and the doors slid open.

  “I’m not stalking you!” she protested, twisting to get away from his painful grip.

  “Then why the hell are you here?” Kevin insisted. “Unless it’s to screw up another deal for me?”

  “Get your fucking hands off of her,” growled another familiar voice.

  Ally gasped and stared while her ex straightened and tried to look down his nose at the man in the elevator. She drank him in with a single look—black leather coat over a black sweater that clung to his deep chest and was tucked into faded blue jeans. She had to smile when she saw the combat boots. You can take the soldier out of the Army…

  “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” Kevin’s voice chilled her soul and his fingers bit like steel into her flesh.

  Her ex’s arrogant, superior tone jolted her back to the situation. She nearly rolled her eyes. That would get him nowhere with the master she knew. Without answering, JW strode from the elevator and gripped the Kevin’s wrist like a vise. Ally watched in satisfaction as pain filled her ex’s face and he released her arm.

  “Are you all right?” JW asked, touching her cheek with his other hand.

  “I’m fine now,” she replied, smiling up at him.

  “I don’t know who the hell you are but when I get to my meeting, I will be sure to have my contacts remove—”

  Her ex stepped into the elevator and nearly choked when JW pulled her into the car.

  “What are you doing?” he demanded hotly.

  “How do you know this ass hat?” JW asked her, pushing a button. His arm held her tightly against him. He sent a suspicious glance at Kevin before looking at her.

  “He’s my ex-husband,” she answered, leaning into the strength and protection he offered.

  JW raised an eyebrow as his gaze went from her to the nearly apoplectic man on the other side of the car. Ally looked at Kevin’s anger-flushed face and wondered if he was going to have a heart attack.