Bowles, Jan - Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Jan Bowles

  Zane stood there in all his masculine glory. Wearing just a pair of sweatpants, his broad chest was bare. He looked like he’d just jumped from the shower, because his hair was all damp and spiky. He smiled. “Well, well, my pretty English Rose. Your presence pleases me.” He then ushered her inside.

  In stark contrast to the rest of the house, the dimly lit room was dark and brooding. Deepest red colored the walls, and chunky mahogany furniture enhanced his masculine persona. She couldn’t take her gaze from the massive four-poster bed, which dominated the entire room. Knowing she would soon be lying on it with Zane made her heart beat faster.

  When she heard the door lock behind her, her head snapped to attention, and she watched him remove the key. She knew he was doing it for effect. He most probably just wanted to see her reaction.

  He held it up. “Just in case you were thinking of changing your mind. There’s no escape now, Emma.” He opened a dresser drawer and tossed it in, before removing what looked to her like a coiled leather belt. He placed the item on top of the dresser, and then turned back to her. She felt so small and vulnerable standing next to him. He simply towered over her. Feeling in awe of the man, she couldn’t help but blush.

  “I can see you’re scared, so I’ll be extra gentle with you.” Without asking her permission, he slowly began undoing the buttons of her shirt. Already he was taking control, and making decisions for her, and she liked it. He peeled the overlarge shirt from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

  “Aw, baby, you have such a beautiful body,” he murmured, letting his gaze travel the whole length of her. “I shall really enjoy discovering what makes you tick. You belong to me now.”

  “I’m my own woman, Zane.”

  “Not when you’re here with me and the door is locked.”

  “That sounds like a threat.”

  “No, not a threat, a promise.” Emma felt her body stiffen. Just what had she let herself in for? She hoped she wouldn’t regret her actions. She wasn’t naturally adventurous, so she was acting out of character by being here at all. When she looked at Zane, her senses became acutely aroused, her smell, her hearing, her touch. Everything seemed heightened in his presence, even her sense of self-preservation.

  “Shhh,” he soothed, gently massaging her shoulders. “You carry so much tension in your body. The consequence of being a sexually repressed Englishwoman, I guess.”

  Emma smiled at his words knowing how very true they were. She enjoyed his tender touch. “I’m here to learn, Zane. I’m sick and tired of being uptight all the time.”

  “You’ve made the right decision by coming to me, Emma.” Zane stroked his fingers down her arms and then pressed her hands tightly together. Before she knew what was happening he’d bound her wrists with a set of leather handcuffs.

  Emma took a deep breath. “Zane, is this strictly necessary?” She tried to squirm away, but it was no use, his grip was too strong. She studied the leather restraint more closely. It was thick, covering about two inches of her wrists and forearms. The ornate leather was decorated with two sturdy metal rings.

  “You need to learn that I decide what is strictly necessary.” She realized from the tone of his voice that he didn’t appreciate her questioning his actions. “Remember what I told you earlier.” He pointed to his eyes. “I get to witness your vulnerability and you”—he touched her temple—“you get to experience it in here. It’s the perfect trade-off. I’m going to give you a safeword. Do you know what a safeword is?”

  “Yes,” she said, in barely a whisper. She’d learned a lot about the BDSM scene from the Internet. “If I use it, then you stop what you’re doing. Is that right?”

  “Absolutely, right.” He cupped her chin, and she slowly raised her eyes to his. “If you use it, we’ll discuss what you’re unhappy with, and if you still feel the same way, then I’ll stop whatever I’m doing. Everything has to be consensual. So would you like to choose your own safeword? Or shall I choose one for you?”

  “You choose, I can barely think straight at the moment.”

  “Then I give you the word red. Red means stop.”

  Emma nodded. “Yes, of course, the traffic light system.” Of all the words, she realized that would be the easiest to remember.

  He stroked a hand down her face. “No need to be worried, I’ll look after you.”

  “Will you?” she asked, drawing in a long, skittish breath.

  “Yes, like right now. Hook your arms around my neck, and I’ll carry you over to the bed. I normally start training a sub in the standing position, but since you’ve hurt your ankle, I’m feeling particularly benevolent tonight.”

  “Thank you. Should I call you Master or Zane? I’ve read that Doms like being called Master.”

  “Hmmm, I think I prefer a combination of them both. I’ll allow you to call me Master Zane when we’re being formal.”

  “Master Zane it is, then.” She knew she was feeding his power trip. Zane clearly had a large ego to service.

  Emma hooked her arms over his head. He cupped her buttocks and lifted her from the floor. Her legs automatically wrapped around his taut, muscular thighs, sending her arousal off the scale. Completely naked, her pussy opened and pressed deliciously against the obvious erection filling his sweatpants. His bare torso felt wonderful and warm as it feathered against her breasts. As he carried her to the bed, she felt her hardened nipples chaffing on the smattering of dark, masculine hair that covered his chest. Zane carefully laid her on the bed as though she was the most precious object he’d ever handled. The soft, luxurious feel of the damask quilt teased her naked back and butt causing a deep sigh to leave her lips. He lifted her bound arms from around his neck, and raised them high above her head. Two hooks hung from the headboard, and he immediately attached them to the metal rings of her leather restraint.

  Emma pulled helplessly on her bindings. Pure fear pulsed through her veins. Realizing she was trapped and there was no means of escape, the words “Master Zane, I’m scared” tumbled from her mouth.

  He leaned down and gently kissed her lips. “Shhh, baby. Be a brave girl for me.” He trailed his fingers down her arms and cupped her face. “It would please your Master.” His eyes were deepest pools of cobalt blue.

  She nodded, frightened, but excited and mesmerized, too. The idea of being totally at his mercy intoxicated her. Gradually he moved down the bed, letting his fingers caress every part of her naked body. His hands massaged her breasts, the palms rolling over her aroused peaks until she quivered with enjoyment.

  “It pleases me that my sub responds well to her Master.”

  “Yes, Master Zane.”

  He moved lower, caressing and kissing her stomach, dipping his tongue deep inside her belly button. He raised his head and held her in his gaze, before skimming his tongue over the length of her baby-smooth pussy. She saw her legs trembling as his large hands cupped her buttocks and waist, and pulled her forcefully down the bed. The leather restraint securing her arms above her head flexed slightly, pulling her taut until her legs folded over the edge of the bed. A bolster lay nearby and he rolled it under her butt, making her whole body arch, ready to be fucked. Just her head and shoulders remained in contact with the soft gossamer quilt.

  “Master Zane, I feel I have no control. You’re frightening me.” Her voice quavered.

  “No need to worry, my sub. Your Master is simply making you aware of who’s in charge.”

  A submissive whimper left her lips as he attached a leather strap around her knee, and then secured it to the thick ornately carved bedpost. He did the same to her other knee, opening her pussy wide for his perusal. Zane observed everything, every intimate womanly part of her.

  “Oh, God, I feel so exposed.”

  As she looked down the length of her body, her breasts jiggled with her rapid breathing. With the bolster firmly placed under her butt, her stomach rose up quivering with the adrenaline flooding her veins. Her legs were spread wide apart by the leather restrain
ts, allowing Master Zane complete access to her pussy and butt hole. They were now his to do with as he pleased. She’d never felt so exposed or turned on.

  Emma had never felt so frightened and vulnerable, either.

  Her lower lip trembled. A teardrop slipped from her eye and meandered slowly down her cheek. “Master Zane, please, I’m scared.”

  Chapter Ten

  Zane sat beside Emma’s prone body, and stroked a hand through her soft blonde hair. He brushed it tenderly away from her face. He saw she was frightened, and it made him feel that he wanted to protect her. His hard cock throbbed inside his pants, but he knew that if he pushed her too far, then he could frighten her away altogether. “If you want it to stop, then use your safeword, baby.”

  “Just talk to me, Master Zane. I’m way out of my comfort zone. I’m not used to giving away so much control.”

  Zane feathered a hand down her cheek. “Shhh. I’ll look after you, I promise.” His heart was pounding as the power he had over her surged through his body. When he felt the salt water trickling down her cheek, he realized just how vulnerable she felt. He leaned in and licked away a teardrop that had collected at the corner of her eye, threatening to spill. Then he kissed her slowly and leisurely, smoothing his hand down her belly until he reached her pussy. “Shhh, baby, all is well,” he soothed, teasing a finger over her sexy clit. “Master Zane will give you all the reassurance you need. Tonight is all about pleasure…Your pleasure and mine. You don’t have to do anything. All you have to do is feel.”

  Emma had a perfect, fuckable body. He would enjoy getting to know his new sub better, but first he had to calm the inner turmoil that was tearing her apart. He knew she wanted to escape and run from him, but he also knew she wanted to experience his skillful domination of her body. This conflict raged like a typhoon in her mind.

  Barely able to move her head, Emma lay almost motionless on the bed. Tiny mews came from her lips. He watched as she slowly closed her beautiful blue eyes, her breathing relaxed and her sensuous full lips slightly parted. Her pussy was wet, and he knew she was finally starting to let go of her inhibitions. “Good girl.” He gave her one last kiss and then moved away.

  Zane strode to the dresser, and pulled open a drawer. Inside laid an assortment of tools designed to get the best from his subs. He selected a two-foot-long riding crop, and flexed it in his hands. When he finally returned to Emma, he stood at the end of the bed. Her legs, restrained by the leather straps, were spread wide apart. The folds of her pussy lay open like a perfect pink flower. Beautiful.

  His prick pulsed inside his pants as he absorbed her total vulnerability. Emma was his to do with as he pleased, and it was incredibly arousing. With the bolster in place, her flawless rump raised from the mattress. The swell of her womanly belly gave way to her gorgeous, full breasts. Each pale pink nipple puckered into a hardened nub. They undulated enticingly with her breathing. Her arms were pulled taut above her head, the thick leather handcuff securing her slender wrists to the headboard. Emma was going nowhere. Not until he’d had his fill of her body and mind.

  Her eyes widened as he touched the leather riding crop to her mouth. “Not a sound, my pet. I demand your complete silence, or I will punish you severely.” To emphasize his power over her, he thwacked the riding crop hard against the headboard. It made a sharp cracking noise that resounded around the room, as it impacted the aged mahogany. The breath hitched in her throat, but no sound came from her.

  He trailed the soft leather tip down her neck, circling each breast in turn, and then deliberately feathered it over her clit. Just the merest touch on her open sensitive nub had her panting breathlessly. Her head rolled from side to side, but still she didn’t make a sound. He knew she would though. Experience with previous subs had taught him the odds were stacked against her. He was in charge, and she wouldn’t be able to resist for long. He smiled. He always won this game.

  He touched the crop to her slightly parted lips. “Shhh, my pet. Remember, not a sound must come from your beautiful mouth.”

  He knelt down, and flicked his tongue over her open pearl. “Mmm, such a pretty pussy.” He noticed her legs visibly trembling as she tried to stay in control. Pulling back her clitoral hood, he teased her sexual nub with his teeth, until he heard a sharp intake of breath. Then he gave it to her full force, sucking her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the burning bead. It was music to his ears when her cries of pure pleasure began filling the room. Slow and quiet at first, they gathered in speed and intensity, as her orgasm took hold. The sheer strength and potency of her climax left her shocked and panting.

  “Oh, Master Zane, please.”

  He’d won this battle with his sub. Now he would move on to the next stage of her training.

  He stood, enjoying the sight of her bound body as she slowly regained her composure. A fetching pink blush colored her cheeks, and her stomach undulated sexily as she fought for breath. Her tongue darted snakelike from her mouth. He leaned in and touched the tip of the crop to her lips, tapping it several times against the pretty Cupid’s bow. “You broke the rules, my pet. It is my duty as your Master to discipline you.”

  Breathlessly she replied, “I’m sorry, Master Zane. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help myself. You made me do it.”

  “Are you blaming your Master for you disobedience?”

  “No, Master Zane, I’m sorry. I spoke out of turn.”

  “In that case I accept your apology, my pet.” Zane trailed the crop down her glowing naked body. He adored the way the perspiration glistened on her feminine skin, giving it a pearlescent appearance. “Now where should I administer your punishment? Your thighs?” He traced the leather crop over the soft flesh of her legs. “Or maybe the soles of your feet?” He touched the crop to her instep and watched her squirm. “Hmm, what to do? As you have not disobeyed your Master before, I’ll allow you to choose.”

  “My buttocks please, Master Zane.”

  “Excellent choice, my pet. You possess a beautiful, fleshy butt.” The bolster raised her creamy ass from the bed. He squeezed each butt cheek in his hands, massaging the soft globes to concentrate her mind on what was about to happen. He saw the apprehension in her eyes.

  The riding crop made portentous swishing noises in the air as he took a couple of practice swings. “Just making sure my aim is true.” He then whipped the crop against the fleshy part of her butt. It was more like a tap, than a strike, but he had to introduce her to D/s play gradually. He didn’t want to scare her away. He must have judged it right, because Emma didn’t cry out, she just bit down on her bottom lip. “Excellent, my pet, excellent.” He soothed his hand over the red mark clearly visible on her peachy ass, and stared into her beautiful face. “I hope my sub has learned her lesson. There is to be no sound coming from those sweet ruby lips. Not unless I give you permission. Understand?”

  When she nodded her agreement, he immediately slid his tongue along the length of her totally hairless slit, smoothing it from butt hole to clit in one fluent movement. Her feminine arousal had grown, and spread like nectar in his mouth. This time he speared two fingers deep inside her cunt as he dragged his tongue repeatedly over her swollen nub.

  Soft whimpers tumbled from her lips as she climaxed again. “Oh, Master Zane, I can’t help it. I’m so sorry.” He lifted his gaze and watched mesmerized as she lost her battle to remain silent, and instead gave in to the undiluted satisfaction of yet another noisy orgasm. Her head thrashed from side to side, and her stomach lifted as she tried to escape his teasing tongue.

  Zane pulled away, and paced the floor. He angrily swished the riding crop in the air several times for dramatic effect. “You disappoint me, my pet. Twice you’ve made a sound without my permission. You must be disciplined for your own good. Two more strikes will be administered to your butt. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master Zane. Thank you.”

  It pleased him how well she slipped into the role of sub. His cock ached for Emma. He need
ed to be deep inside her feminine wetness. It would be an aphrodisiac beyond belief to feel her heart fluttering like a cornered wild animal, as he took total control of her.

  Zane raised the crop high above his head, before disciplining her creamy butt twice more. He then massaged the tender flesh, soothing away her submissive cries with gentle caresses of his fingers.

  “See how well your Master looks after you.” Each time his palms soothed the redness from her butt, he flicked a thumb across her clit. She held her breath. Her eyes searching his to second-guess what he would do next. “Remember, not a sound, my pet.”

  Zane touched her pussy, tenderly caressing her clit before sliding two fingers deep inside. Her vaginal walls clamped and spasmed around him as he finger-fucked her. With them still inside her, he dipped down and swirled his tongue over her clit as yet another orgasm came quivering and shaking from her body.

  A scream left her lips. “Oh, Master Zane. It’s so powerful it hurts. No more, please.” Her head rocked back and forth, as she muttered incoherently. Zane removed his sweats. His cock stood to attention, the purple crown, weeping from his arousal. He stroked it from base to tip.

  “You’ll want this, my pet.”

  She lifted her head and looked at him. Her eyes widened as she saw what he held in his hand. “Oh, Master Zane. Yes, just you, Master Zane.”

  Zane rolled a condom down his shaft, and then moved between her legs. He held his cock at her entrance, and leaned over her. Holding his hands either side of her body to keep his weight from her, he slowly sunk his length inside her. She was so tight. Her multiple orgasms had sensitized her vaginal muscles until they clamped around his prick like a vice.