by Cat Kelly
Again she was silent.As other men gathered around her, Jack slid his hand down her stomach and laid his fingers over the front of her panties. No one but him would have access to that tonight.
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He was acting like a spoiled teenager, she mused. Thank god. She didn't go there to fuck anyone else, so it was a good thing Claudia and Sir had the same plans.
Marianne didn't really understand what had happened to her, but she knew this man was the only soul who'd ever given her a climax and he'd done it tirelessly on their first night together, completely devoted her body to his care as no one ever had. Naturally, she wanted more of the same. Could anyone seriously blame her? "Claudia" was her way of getting it from this man without any other complications—without messy emotions getting in the way. Evidently he felt the same about sex or he wouldn't go to The Club to get his rocks off.
His palm was hot against her panties and every time he tugged the pearl harness up a little more, the black silk got wetter, pulled up tight to her pussy. She knew he felt how damp she was and in return her let her feel his erection pushing at her ass, warning her of the impressive pounding she was about to get.
For what we are about to receive, may the lord make us truly thankful, she thought, amused by the sudden, rather inappropriate vision of school children chanting their perfunctory prayers before lunch.
It's just sex, she told herself again. Nothing more than sex. Pure and simple. Well...maybe not so pure.
One way to be sure he did bid on her tonight had been to grant him a measly number of tokens after that first encounter. It certainly did the trick and he rose to the challenge. Oh, boy, yes he did.
There were two new girls on the podium tonight, but Jack Marchetti hadn't even glanced over at them. She had the boss's sole attention.
How was that for the bookworm from the sticks?
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He knew the danger when he went there to bid on her again, even after the insult of her meager token award. No way should he have let her under his skin, but it was too late now. She'd challenged him to retaliate and he couldn't let her get away with it. Good thing he still had a lot of tokens left from Charlie's birthday gift.
Having won the bid, Jack tossed "Claudia" over his shoulder and carried her up to the bed.
"You'll do yourself an injury," she exclaimed, breathless, dangling upside down.
Or she'd do it to him, he thought grimly. "Silence, Claudia," he snapped, terse. "I did not give you permission to speak." Tonight he'd make her comply with all the damned rules, not just those that were convenient for her in the outside world.
He carried her through to the en suite bathroom and turned on all the lights. She wanted just sex; he'd give it to her. If she begged for it.
Jack kicked down the toilet lid and made her straddle it facing him, with her wrists still bound to her thighs. The toilet would serve as a spacing bar to keep her legs apart in the absence of the real thing. He stripped off his jacket, shirt and tie, already sweating. "Your tits look even fuller tonight, Claudia. Nipples like ripe cherries."
She looked as if she was about to speak, so he took his tie and used it as a gag.
"No you don't, sub. No words from you. Tonight you'll show your Dom what you need and what you want and what you feel, but only with this..." He tweaked her nipples, tugging them up over the ruffled lace of her corset. "...and this." He slapped a hand to her pussy. "You may nod, Claudia, to show you understand."
Oh, her green sparks were on fire tonight, filling her wide eyes with something like anger, but also a fair amount of amusement still. She was beginning to enjoy the game, but a part of her —as he'd already observed from her clenched hands—wasn't ready to let go completely and utterly.
Jack swore to himself that she would. By the time he was done with her.
If he was ever done with her.
"Do you understand, Claudia?"
Finally she nodded. The black silk covering her pussy was moist already and now he felt it dampen further as he kept his hand between her thighs and bent his head to suckle on her right breast. He closed his teeth around the pink nub and teased her with a gentle pull.
His cock ached with need, but it would have to learn patience tonight too, if he meant to see this game through and claim victory.
After moving his mouth back and forth a few times between her tits, Jack reached into the pocket of his pants and took out nipple clamps with black feathers attached. "Now you're nicely primed, Claudia. Have you ever felt these clamps before?"
She shook her head and he watched his grey silk tie move against her lips as she sucked in a breath.
He ran the back of his fingers softly down her cheek. "You must trust me. That's what this is all about."
She didn't blink, but stared at his face and then the clamps in his hand.
"Trust," he whispered. He was sorry he had to gag her but it was the only way he could truly concentrate because the minute she answered back or made one of her wry comments he'd be out of the moment and he needed to stay in the zone if he meant to conquer her.
He pinched each nipple with his fingers first, exerting pressure until she flinched. Then, slowly, he attached the clamps to her peaked nipples, turning the little screws to tighten each one, letting the feathers brush the lower curve of flesh. She groaned under her makeshift gag and he licked the skin around her areolas, making her breasts shine wet with his saliva in the bright lights of the bathroom. "Good girl," he muttered, excitement catching on the words as they left his throat. He ran his palms down over her corseted stomach and felt her breathing deepen and slow down. Her breasts looked glorious with the clamps pinching the scarlet tips and he knew the little feathers hanging from each one would further intensify her arousal, like a soft kiss of satin after a harsh whip of leather. "Now turn around and face the cistern. I need to tighten your corset."
Her brows arched high in protest. He smiled and stroked his bulging crotch.
"Turn around, Claudia," he repeated firmly.
She glanced down as he unzipped his pants and showed her his cock.
"Do you want this from your master tonight, Claudia?"
She nodded with an eagerness that both flattered and amused.
"Then face the cistern. Trust me."
At last she obeyed, straddling the toilet again and facing the wall. Damn. The sight of her curvaceous ass with that pearl harness in the crack, delving down into her sweet valley, was enough to make him shoot a load there and then. Jack paused a moment for his blood to cool off. Then he began tightening the laces of her leather corset. Just enough to accentuate the sensations she'd feel above and below it. When he heard her moan again through the gag, he stopped and tied the laces. Her shape was now an exaggerated figure eight and she swayed a little. Squeezed in tight at the waist she'd be desperate to get out of that thing soon, but for now she was enjoying it. He saw her glance over at the mirrored cabinet on the far end wall to see how she looked with her breasts and hips pushed out.
"Yes, Claudia, you look ripe for fucking. Ready for me to play. So turn to face me again."
This time she did so without delay. Jack sat astride the toilet seat as she straddled it and then he moved her panties aside to breathe in her warm, spicy sexual musk. In his peripheral vision, her fingers twitched anxiously where her hands were still bound to her thighs. The pink ribbons must be starting to chafe her wrists and dig into her thighs. He left her silk panties pulled to the side and slipped two fingers up into her sopping wet pussy.
While he stroked inside her, the soft squelching of her juice seemed to echo around the walls of that clinical white, marble-tiled room. "Good girl," he purred rubbing his cock with his free hand as it stood up between his legs. "You're beautifully wet and ready, Claudia." He felt her muscles tighten, her lower body pushing toward him and just before she could go over her edge, he quickly withdrew his fingers and licked them. He left her panting under her gag, her cunt blushing and roused with yearning. "Not ye
t Claudia. You come when I say and not before. Is that clear?"
She moaned and he looked up to see the heat in her face and the wariness in her eyes again. Of course she wanted to close her thighs, but she couldn't. The toilet was in the way and so was he. Her sex was exposed, vulnerable and she had no escape. As he'd told her, she'd have to trust the boss, her master, her Sir.
Jack leaned in and seized her pink labia between his teeth. She froze for a moment, apparently unsure of what he meant to do.
His own arousal leapt as he tasted her warm, pouty flesh and very gently sucked, running his teeth over those dewy folds, then swirling just the tip of his tongue between them. Above him she grunted and her hips swayed. Lips still pressed to her waxed vulva, he looked up and watched her breasts shake, the pressure of the clamps must be making her nipples ache and the dangling feathers would tickle. Slowly Jack stuck out his tongue and lapped the length of her slit with one long lick.
He reached into his unzipped pants and palmed his heavy sac. "Yes, Claudia, my sub, feed me with your cream and honey. Now I'm going to concentrate on harvesting all the sweetness of your juicy twat, but you must not come until I say you can. If I feel you coming I shall leave you here, tied up, while I go downstairs again for a few drinks and some supper." He paused and looked up at her. "You don't want me to leave your pussy untended, do you, sub? I could be gone for an hour or two."
She shook her head frantically.
"Good. Now move your hips toward me. Up on tip toe, so I can reach that sweet little bud."
She struggled to push herself high enough, her thighs shaking.
"Claudia, your Dom is thirsty. And impatient. Come on, push your pussy up higher for my mouth."
She arched her back, her head and shoulders pressed to the gleaming white tiles above the cistern. Finally Jack put out his tongue again and covered her labia with light, teasing flicks. She was glossy, pink and slick, trembling slightly. He laughed, letting his warm breath coast over her cunt. "I'm getting addicted to your pussy dew. Perhaps I'll just feast here all night long and never give you full release. I can bring you to the peak and stop as many times as I desire. I can tease you for hours and not let you close your legs. I can tongue you, nibble you, suckle you until you faint from need."
She glared, her eyes fiery and intense, scorching his face.
"If you faint, I'll revive you to play some more," he added, keeping his voice low and steady. "You're a naughty girl, Claudia and clearly you need a lesson in restraint as well as trust. Keep still. Take that anger out of your eyes." He spanked her left butt cheek and it jostled her pussy onto his mouth again. "Don't you dare come until I say you can," he added, his words muffled in her body.
A sharp grunt from his pupil warned him that once he got that gag off her she had a great deal to say. So he'd better make the most of his peace now.
He licked his finger again and felt for her anus. "Time to remind you that you're mine, Claudia," he muttered, rimming the tiny puckered hole with his fingertip. "All mine."
Was she still trying to talk through her gag?
"Here I come," he warned, just as he pressed his moistened finger through the tight opening. "There. It's a snug fit." He pushed in as far as his knuckle and leaned forward again to flick his tongue up inside her pussy. Her breath hitched and she circled her hips. Slowly and carefully he curled his tongue up to that shy little man in the boat and tickled it. She jerked. He felt her ass squeeze his finger.
Jack slid back on the toilet seat and looked up at her. "Ask me if you can come, Claudia."
Her eyes closed. Her cheeks were flame red under the gag. Her pussy was dripping.
"You're not making it clear to me," he exclaimed sternly. "I don't know what you want, sub."
She opened her eyes and stared down at him. He grinned, working a second finger into her ass along with the first. She was turned on enough that the lack of lube barely caused more than a gasp, but she was full now and stretched by his fingers. Speared on them. Her rosy pussy lips were thrust forward, just above the gleaming watchstrap around his wrist. Her cunt was merely an inch or so from his face, begging for cock, and his fingers were buried in her sweet, tantalizing ass.
He couldn't wait much longer. Pre-cum already formed on his knob and quivered there. Ah, but victory was in his grasp. His woman was on the verge of a bone-shaking orgasm. Like an unstable roof in the thick of winter, one more snowflake would make her crumble.
Chapter Ten
Better than Steak
Marianne could barely breathe. She was cinched in so tight by the corset that it made her light-headed. Parts of her were becoming numb, but her erogenous zones felt everything multiplied and raw. The cruel pinch of the clamps made her nipples throb and her breasts seemed heavier. Each time her body swayed to keep its balance, her breasts bounced and the clamps tugged at their aching posts. The width of his fingers in her ass caused a heated pressure inside her sex, made her want to push down and work her hips like mad.
His cock, standing up proud in his lap and leaking sticky cum, was beginning to look to her like an oasis might look to a lost traveler in the desert.
Jack blew gently over her pussy lips. "Would you like to come, Claudia? Nod if so."
She nodded violently, thrusting her hips at his face.
He moved his fingers in and out of her ass, pushing a little further up each time until she almost choked on her frantic gasps.
"Come, Claudia. Come now and let me watch." He was staring at her cunt, his smiling mouth a half inch from her overheated flesh, his fingers fucking her ass faster now. "Let yourself go. I want to watch your pussy sigh for me. I want to hear it scream for me. I want to see it weep with lust to be filled by me. Naughty, Claudia. That's it. There you go. All over me. All." He thrust his fingers harder. "Over. Your. Dom."
* * * *
He stripped her out of the corset and just left her in stockings, heels, nipple clamps and panty harness. Then he tied her wrists to the showerhead. Her knees felt weak from the intense orgasm she'd just enjoyed and at that point she was still slightly dizzy. He turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature until it was warm enough to make soap lather. The pressure of water falling on her breasts and beating on the clamps made her nipples sting. She drew in a sharp breath, glad he'd removed her biding corset.
"Time to clean you up, sub."
She groaned through her gag, rolling her eyes to see where he was removing the rest of his clothes, discarding them in a pile on the bathroom rug. He joined her in the shower, showed her a small rectangular bar of white soap in one hand and began rubbing it on her stomach and back.
"Got to wash all this stickiness off you so we can start again," he muttered, pushing the silk panties aside and rubbing the bar of soap between her legs, sliding it up into her ass crack. "Now hold this for me. Don't drop it or you'll have to wait even longer, because I'll go down and leave you here until I've enjoyed a nice thick steak." He forced the soap between her cheeks and she squeezed her ass muscles, trying to hold the slippery thing in place. Bubbles oozed slowly down between her thighs. With soapy hands he massaged her tits next, working around the nipple clamps.
Marianne looked into his face and saw the heat in his eyes, their fierce admiration laving her body just as his hands did. It thrilled her, left her breathless, made her want to please him further. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations coursing through her. If she was a good sub he would give her his cock. He'd promised. And she needed it. Her orgasm had sated her but not for long, because although it was deep and forceful it didn't include the pleasure and satisfaction of feeling and seeing him come too. She didn't like him holding off while she lost control. It wasn't fair.
But of course that was the point. She was supposed to be his submissive slave and he was her master. Nothing was meant to be fair.
Confused, she could only be there, under his hands, to experience all these wonderful, wild, new feelings, and hope, eventually, to make sense of
all this. Is it what she wanted? She still wasn't sure. But she very much enjoyed him. That much was certain. She'd come back there for more of what he gave her and he wasn't leaving her disappointed.
Now he knelt in the shower and removed her shoes, water falling over the muscles of his back and shoulders, soaking his hair. He set the shoes on the bathroom rug and then returned to her body, slowly rolling down the lacy, elastic top of each wet stocking. She felt the small bar of soap melting and slipping from between her buttocks, but she desperately tried to hold on as her ass became slick. When he tugged the stockings over her feet, she finally lost her grip and the soap fell to the shower floor with a crack.
Jack shook his head and tut-tutted. "Now we have to start over, Claudia."
She groaned and kicked the bar of soap across the shower stall.
He merely smiled, picked it up, slid it slowly up the inside of her leg and pressed it back between her cheeks.
"That's your last chance. Next time it falls, I go down for steak."
Standing he turned the temperature down until it was cold and goose bumps peppered her skin. He released the left nipple clamp, bent his head and tongued her aching, distended peak. With one hand he stroked her pussy, lathering it up with his soapy palm and fingers. The waves came quickly, as if they'd never fully died down from the last climax. She tried to keep still, to hold that bar of soap with her ass. Jack's mouth opened wide, closing over her entire areola and he rolled his long tongue around her tormented nipple, making low moaning sounds that vibrated through her skin. Her breasts felt larger, heavier, unbearably tender. The right nipple - still clamped - was on fire, but not because it wanted release. It wanted his mouth.
She swayed until her back was against the shower control, her ass pressed to the cold tile. Good. She'd keep that soap in somehow.