by Abby Gordon
And he needed the total control of her as much as she needed to give it to him.
That thought jolted him as they stepped into the elevator and he entered his code. The elevator rose, programmed to take them directly to the seventh floor. He didn’t want a slave. Or a submissive. Certainly nothing permanent. He’d been perfectly happy hibernating in his cabin before Grant’s call had forced him into town for the board meeting. Seeing Ally being mauled by Kevin MacLauren had been purely coincidental, and he wasn’t above taking advantage of the situation, especially if it meant he got to fuck her again.
When the twenty-four hours were over, he’d go back to his cabin and she would stay at the Club, accepting her true sexual needs and nature.
He ignored the sudden rage that reared its head at the idea of Ally being someone else’s slave. That was simply the way things had to be. The way things would be. Because he sure as hell wasn’t mentally fit to be anyone’s master for more than short periods of time. He’d seen too much, done too much. He’d done what he had for his country, but dealing with the nightmares was nearly more than he could handle. He sure as hell wouldn’t subject someone else to them.
The elevator doors opened and his fingers tightened on her arm as they walked down the hall.
“When we get in the room, take your clothes off quickly unless you want them torn off.”
That got a reaction from her. Her head whipped around and he saw the dash of fear and excitement ripple in her eyes. He could just imagine how her pussy was dripping.
At the door, he punched his code in and pushed through the entry quickly. Ally practically ran in and began stripping. He closed the door and leaned against it to watch her. He could see that the mandated workouts for all Club subs and slaves had improved her muscle tone. The softness of her curves was still there, and his cock hardened as she carefully folded her clothes and put them on a chair.
Straightening, she turned to face him.
“How would you like me, master?” she asked, a tremor in her voice.
Pushing away from the door, he removed his heavy coat and draped it across the dresser to his right. Crooking his finger at her, he waited for her to cross the room to him. As soon as she was in arm’s reach, he caught her upper arm and yanked her forward to slam into his chest.
He wanted to fuck her. No preliminaries, just straight fucking.
Turning, he pushed her back against the door and held her there with one hand lightly around her throat. His other hand worked his belt and zipper, then shoved his pants and briefs down to free his aching cock. Her breathing hitched under his palm and her soft breasts bobbed. Giving in to his urges, he lowered his head to her tits and devoured the pale rose tips.
She cried out as her body arched off the door. He knew he was being rougher than he’d ever been with a woman, but he didn’t care. For twenty-four hours he was going to let the animal out and she was just going to have to deal with it.
He worked his way from her breasts to her neck. Like a vampire, he sank his teeth into the delicate skin. She was panting, low mewling sounds coming from her mouth. Covering her breasts with his hands, he kneaded the already sensitive mounds and felt her body thrash against his.
Knowing she had been on edge for a while, probably since she’d first seen him in the elevator, he gripped her thighs and pulled her legs wide.
“Look at me, Ally,” his voice rasped in her ear.
With a gasp, she tried to lift her head but just barely managed to meet his gaze.
“Don’t come,” he growled. “Not until I give you permission.”
“Yes, master,” she whispered weakly.
Her head lolled to the other side and he smiled. She wouldn’t be able to hold back. Not the way he liked to fuck her. He remembered how she’d been that one night. She loved hard, wild fucking and that was exactly what she was going to get from him.
He bent his knees for the perfect angle to thrust his cock up and into her pussy.
Ally moaned against his fierce intrusion as he muscled his engorged flesh into her tight pussy. She had known she wouldn’t be able to control herself. Not from the second she’d heard his voice. He came at her like a wild man and she reveled in it, even as she briefly wondered what it was about him that made her love the way he fucked her. As long as it was him. Other Doms had fucked her since that first night. They’d taken her hard and rough, and she’d had orgasms. But nothing compared with him.
Twenty-four hours he’d said. Just like before. She closed her eyes as he fucked her, hips pounding rapidly against her flesh. He was hers for such a short time. Just like before. Well, she would have to make it memorable for both of them.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” His order was curt and he wouldn’t be denied.
She managed to obey, hooking her ankles over his slim hips. His cock went deep and he stilled inside her pulsing flesh. She trembled, remembering what he’d done before. His hand pinched her nipple before gliding down her stomach.
“Master, please,” she whimpered.
“Let’s see how long you can hold out,” he gritted, his breath fast and hot over her face.
“I won’t. I can’t. Please.”
His thumb found her clit and she caught her breath. Opening her eyes, she saw him watching her face, gauging her reactions. He shifted his balance, forcing his cock deeper and hitting nerves she’d long thought dead. His thumb rubbed the swollen bud and the electricity built.
“Please. Please let me come. Please, master.”
“Be a good slave,” he crooned.
“I’m trying, but I…”
His mouth found her earlobe and nibbled. She moaned and her legs quivered around his waist from the effort of holding back her orgasm. His thumb made another circle then pressed hard against her arousal.
“Master, please…”
“No, slave. Don’t come.”
His tongue circled her ear and then she felt his lips along her neck. He pulled his cock slowly from her sheath then drove back in as his fingers pinched her clit. The orgasm shot through her so fast her legs jerked away from his waist and her body arced off the door as the pulses of pleasure washed over her. She collapsed in his arms in the aftermath, unable and unwilling to care that she’d disobeyed him and earned a punishment. The sweet rush of euphoria overrode everything else.
Paradise. Heaven. Pure pleasure. That’s all she felt. The world could collapse around them and she wouldn’t care.
The low chuckle in her ear told her there was more to come. She’d earned a spanking. A harsh punishment because, given the still hard length in her pussy, he hadn’t found his release.
“I’m sorry, master.” She hoped he wouldn’t know it for the lie that it was. She wasn’t sorry. She’d wanted his cock in her pussy for months.
“Not yet,” he replied, pulling out of her. “But you will be.”
Taking a couple deep breaths to center herself, Ally lifted her head, saw his expression, and swallowed. His eyes gleamed and the left corner of his mouth tilted up. This would definitely be worse than before. And he was going to enjoy it. Nearly as much as she would.
He pulled his cock from her pussy and stepped back.
“Go to the side of the bed and lean your upper body on it. Spread your legs as wide as you can.”
“Yes, master,” she replied, standing as best as she could on legs that felt like limp noodles.
Tottering to the bed, she caught the bedpost to catch her balance. Putting her hands on the mattress, she stretched her torso on it. She was only five-four and, for her feet to touch the floor, her rib-cage rested on the edge. She turned her head to face the headboard.
She could hear him remove his clothes and then his footsteps as he went to the dresser. A drawer opened and closed, then another was opened. She bit her bottom lip as she realized he was looking for something in particular. As a submissive, she might have risked a peek and relied on her safeword if his choice was a hard limit for her.
All
y squeezed her eyes shut. As a slave, which he clearly considered her, she had no safeword, no limits, nothing. She could only trust him and hope he didn’t do any real damage.
The weight of his body was suddenly over her, pressing her against the mattress. Between her ass cheeks, his cock was still hard. She swallowed, her mind running wild, imagining what he could do to her. And she wanted him to do anything he wanted. She didn’t care what it was or how depraved others might consider it. She wanted everything he could give her.
He lifted Ally and turned her over. Her master’s hips pressed against her cunt as he hungrily feasted on her body. Nibbles, licks, fingers fondling everywhere—she writhed beneath him. Helpless, she felt her pussy tightening again as his cock rubbed across her folds. She rolled her pelvis against his cock and he bit a nipple.
“Master!” Ally’s scream cut into the sexual tension. “Please!”
JW’s head came up just enough so he could see her face. He raised a hand into her line of sight so she could see what he held—nipple clamps with chains connecting them. Ally couldn’t move as her brain froze at the prospect of so much pleasure and pain. Her nipples seemed connected to her pussy, controlling her orgasms. He’d remembered that she had loved it when he tugged and pinched them.
Ally caught her breath. If he remembered that, did that mean he had thought of her? Had he wanted her since? If so, why hadn’t he come back to the Club? Or contacted Master Liam to have her sent to him?
She couldn’t protest as the hard rubber tips were tightened around her puckered nipples. JW tugged on the chain, then clipped a second chain to it, and she felt the cool metal on her stomach.
Ally gasped as he pinched her clit, tugging it from under its hood. And then she felt the clamp. Pain shot through her body even as he stepped away and rolled her back onto her tummy.
His hand splayed between her shoulder blades and she squeezed her eyes shut, knowing the blow was coming but unable to mentally prepare because she had no idea what he was using.
Thwack! She whimpered as the paddle landed on her right ass cheek. JW alternated smacking her ass and upper thighs, his feet nudging her legs farther apart. To stay on the bed, she clutched at the bedspread. Even then, her body shifted and the nipple clamps bit in deep, tugging on the chain that ran to her clit.
Tears filled her eyes as he continued to spank her. She didn’t sense any anger in him, just the steady controlled rise and fall of his hand. Ally couldn’t feel his body heat any longer and bit her bottom lip. That was the worst part—the disconnect. The other time he’d spanked her, he’d been close so she could feel the brush of his leg, hip, or sometimes even his cock.
Her ass and thighs were burning, and she realized that he was being careful. None of the smacks were near her tailbone where he might have caused nerve damage. There! His thigh touched hers as he gave her the last two spankings. She moaned and felt part of her relax. And grow hotter.
The paddle landed on the bed near her head. With blurry vision, she stared at it. His hands gripped her hips, lifting her right off the floor to meet his thrust. As his cock pushed into her pussy, she struggled to hold her upper body still.
“Do your tits burn as much as your ass?”
His voice seemed calm. Too calm. She wished she dared risk peeking at his face.
“Yes, master,” she whimpered.
He pulled his swollen shaft nearly all the way out then drove into her pussy until she felt his balls against her heated skin. “Does your clit burn as much as your ass?”
“Yes, master,” she sobbed as her body shifted and the chain pulled on the clamp. “Please, master. Please take them off.”
His right arm snaked between her lower ribs and the bed, raising her chest slightly.
“No,” he said in that still too calm voice.
Ally tried to brace her lower arms against the mattress as he fucked her. Each time he shafted into her weeping core, her clit was caught between the weight of both their bodies and the bed. All while trapped by the clamp. The bundle of nerves were screaming to be released. Her poor brain couldn’t cope with the pain in her breasts and the fire in her ass. And shut down.
Somehow she managed to hold herself still as he jackhammered his cock in and out of her. Ally was able to shut everything out until he pushed her hair over her shoulder, making her neck available to his mouth. His chest brushed against her back a heartbeat before his lips and teeth began their own sweet torture against her flesh. Oh, God, she wanted more. She wriggled her hips against his, trying to pull him deeper, to keep him inside her. The heat consumed her and she wanted to throw herself into the flames.
“Master, please,” she begged. “Please.”
“You are not to come unless I give you permission,” he grunted.
With a surge, he was still, pressing his solid hips into her ass. Ally felt his cock pump his release into her and squeezed her pussy muscles tight around him. The rigid flesh pulsed and throbbed until his orgasm receded.
“Good slave,” he sighed. “You remembered to squeeze my dick with your cunt.”
His lips were gentle now as he nuzzled her shoulder. His hands were light as he caressed her sides. Pulling his cock from her needy flesh, JW turned her over and released the clit clamp and then both nipple clamps at the same time. She gasped as the pain surged through the abused buds, then sighed as she felt the heat follow.
Weak from the fucking and the spanking, she slid off the edge of the mattress and collapsed at his feet. Leaving her there, he returned the paddle and clamps to the dresser. Coming back to the bed, his hand tangled in her hair and pulled her to her feet. Struggling to breathe, she stood quietly, her head hanging, until his hands caught her waist and lifted her onto the bed.
“On your back. Head on the pillows, stretch out your arms and legs.”
As her mind cleared, Ally found herself strapped to the bed with a pillow near her hips. Blinking, she tracked his movements as he returned to the dresser. He came back with a blindfold. She watched his face until the cloth covered her eyes, hoping to read his expression and fighting despair when she saw nothing at all.
“Master?”
Now unable to see, she had no choice but to trust him. And prayed that when it was all over, he wouldn’t leave her the way he had before. Deep in her heart, she knew he would. He wouldn’t let her in. He didn’t want anyone in.
She heard the hum of the vibrator and felt the tip brush the inside of her thigh. He was going to push her. Push her into having more orgasms without permission. What she didn’t understand was why.
As the vibrator caressed her damp and swollen folds, she knew the cycle was just beginning and could have wept from frustration.
JW watched her as he moved the dildo in and out of her pussy. She obviously struggled to keep her orgasms at bay. It was inevitable. He would drive her over the edge repeatedly as she begged for permission. He’d spank her, then fuck her mouth or her ass, or both. He glanced at the clock over the door. He could do this for a few hours, let her sleep then start up again. He would give her permission to come only near the end. As he fucked her pussy for the last time.
****
JW woke and felt at peace for the first time in years. The warm and exhausted woman in his arms was the reason. Tightening his hold on her, he thought hard about his next decision. His cock had other ideas, already stiffening against Ally’s rounded bottom. He’d never be able to think if he stayed in the room with her.
Carefully, he eased himself from the bed and brought the covers over her shoulders. She stirred slightly, then wriggled back slightly to the warmth where he’d been. Smoothing her hair off her face, he studied her for a moment.
Such a small woman, yet so strong. He’d been five years ahead of Kevin MacLauren in the elite prep school they’d gone to, but remembered him as a bully. He wasn’t surprised that Kevin hadn’t recognized him. The stigma of his illegitimacy had hung over him and he’d been a loner even then. Not to mention his appearance had change
d…from a tall, lanky teenager with hair halfway down his back to a tall, muscular man with short hair and combat weariness in his eyes.
And Ally had been married to Kevin. Having heard bits of gossip over the years, JW could only imagine what that had been like. Kevin wasn’t known for being a considerate lover or gentleman. His family name and money had shielded him. So far.
Ally sighed in her sleep and JW was tempted to crawl back into bed with her. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to step back. Quickly pulling on his sweater, jeans, and boots, JW slipped out of the room.
A drink. He needed a drink. He needed to think this through. He started down the hall to the stairs. A few moments in the pub and he’d figure things out.
****
Something was different, but Ally’s tired brain couldn’t figure it out. Shivering slightly, she tugged the comforter over her shoulder and then stopped. Where was Master JW?
Heart in her throat, she took a breath.
“Master? Master, are you here?”
When there was only silence, she forced herself to sit up and look around the room. The bathroom door was open, the room beyond dark. She was alone.
She slumped forward, fingers tightening on the covers. Again! Damn him! He’d left her alone again. Tears filled her eyes and slid down her cheeks. She’d felt their connection, hoping that he had as well, especially when he’d pulled her close and fallen asleep. And…nothing. She really had been nothing more than a twenty-four hour fuck-fest for him. Twice.
“Dammit, Ally,” she muttered, swinging her legs over the edge of the mattress. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.” She tried to stand and collapsed to the floor.
Pulling herself back onto the bed, she reached behind the nightstand and found the intercom button.
“Hello? This is Master Trainee Seamus.”
“Hello, Master Seamus,” she replied. “I’m submissive Ally. I, uh, the master has left and…well, I need help getting back to my room.”