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

by Jan Bowles

  “Continue, my sub. I wish to see you use it.” When she didn’t immediately respond, he tugged at her nipple clamps. “Perhaps I should rephrase that. I demand that you use it.”

  With a submissive whimper, she touched the whirling end of the vibrator against her clitoris, and held it in place.

  “You make my cock so fucking hard. Do it exactly as you would if you were alone.”

  A faint knowing smile touched her lips as she continued to pleasure herself, and Zane figured she was warming to the role. He moved from the bed. Slowly he began to loosen his belt before stepping from his pants. Keeping his eyes focused intently on Emma, he enjoyed the subtle nuances that played on her beautiful face. He knew she was beginning to enjoy his domination. Arousal getting the better of him, he yanked his shirt over his head, breaking several buttons in the process. Now completely naked, he leaned over and kissed her softly undulating belly. Tiny, breathy whimpers and mews started flowing from her lips. He slowly moved up her stomach, planting tiny kisses to her glowing skin.

  “Keep going. I insist that you climax,” he ordered gruffly. When he reached her clamped nipples, he flicked his tongue over the sensitive nubs causing her whole body to arch, until only her head and shoulders remained in contact with the bed. A series of sexy little animal cries spilled from her lips as he tormented her swollen aroused nipples with his teeth.

  Moving up her gorgeous body, he worked his way to the pulse at the base of her throat. Her heart beat so frantically. The force of the blood was clearly visible in the beautiful veins that adorned her slender neck.

  Zane looked down her body. One hand held the vibrator, which slid effortlessly in and out of her wet cunt. The index finger of her other hand still stimulated her clit with fast circular movements.

  He marveled at his own prowess. Once Emma let go of her sexual inhibitions, he could mold her into the perfect sub. He stood beside the bed, jerking his hard dick. Showing it to her, letting her know what she was going to get next.

  He knew she was close. Her cheeks were florid and her breathing fast. Her slightly parted lips looked so fucking sexy. “Do it for me, Emma. Come for me. Then this can be inside you.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Oh, God…oh, dear God.” Emma’s body shook uncontrollably as she hurtled toward the point of no return. “It’s almost there. It’s almost there.” Her orgasm was so, so close. She felt herself teetering on the edge as she continued to pleasure herself with the vibrator. She couldn’t believe what she was doing for Zane. It felt totally forbidden, and yet highly erotic. She knew the show she was putting on aroused her Master. All she had to do was look at him. His huge cock stood to attention, waiting to take over. That thought alone made her pussy contract painfully around the sex toy.

  When the mattress moved and she looked down between her legs, she saw Zane kneeling on the bed directly in front of her. His gaze was glued to her pussy as she continued to masturbate herself. He absorbed every detail as she slid the whirling phallus fully home and then slowly withdrew it. Her thoughts became so absorbed with beautiful Zane, that she briefly stopped what she was doing.

  “Did I give you permission to stop?” he barked out. His message was uncompromising.

  She shook her head. “No, I’m sorry.”

  “Then continue what you’re doing.”

  “Yes, Master Zane.”

  Emma quickly returned to a steady rhythm, filling her pussy with the sex toy, while swirling a finger over her clit. If she concentrated on delivering what her Master demanded, then maybe she’d please him by achieving orgasm.

  Her legs were spread wide, but Zane placed his palms on her knees and spread them wider still. Slowly, he let his hands drift up her thighs. When he reached her hips, he smoothed his fingers over her belly, then, circling her waist, he traced his thumbs across her stomach, which trembled and undulated with each breath. When his thumbs caressed the underside of her breasts, he stroked the soft flesh, and dipped down to flick his tongue over her swollen peaks. The air seized in her lungs. The diamond-encrusted nipple clamps made the blood in her breasts pulse and throb with a delicious erotic pain.

  Zane lifted his gaze to hers as he continued to lick her swollen constricted nubs. Dark pools of deepest blue pierced the very foundations she’d always believed in. He was the devil in human form, teasing her tortured peaks, demanding that she give him her soul.

  And give it she would—willingly. She would hand him whatever he wanted, because he’d shown her how exciting life could be—if only she’d let go.

  Perhaps he was reading her thoughts, because he purred, “Let go, Emma. Let it go.”

  All I have to do is step over the precipice. If I let go of the past, I can do it. I’m not just a career-focused woman anymore. I’m a sexual being with needs of my own.

  A spasm pulsed in her womb, rising, rising, and branching out. It ripped through the carefully laid foundations of her mind, and exploded in psychedelic rapture. Her whole body writhed, and a piercing cry left her lips as she came like never before. Her pussy clamped painfully, and she arched, giving her Master exactly what he wanted—her complete capitulation, and ultimate submission. It felt invigorating and life changing, surrendering everything she had to him.

  Zane pulled the vibrator from her pussy and discarded it.

  “You have done well, my sub. You’re mine now.” A feverish intensity masked his face as he filled her pussy with one giant thrust of his cock. The breath was forced from her lungs as she writhed in ecstasy beneath two hundred pounds of muscle and sinew. Impaled wonderfully by his prick, another orgasm exploded around his penis, sending her into a series of incoherent ramblings.

  Overpowered by his masculine presence and the intensity of his lovemaking, she was reduced to a limp rag doll. Offering no resistance, she submitted to his mighty will, as she climaxed again, with a force that bordered on the brutal. Colors flamed and popped in her head. Lights flashed and endorphins burst into life, zinging their way through millions of nerve endings in her overstimulated mind and body.

  “Zane, oh, Zane. Thank you, Master Zane.”

  When she finally drifted back to reality, Zane was fucking her slowly. His warm flesh surrounded her, and she clung to his shoulders, squeezing them, making her knuckles bare white.

  Wrapping her legs tightly around him, she crossed her ankles, and pulled him closer still, wanting every inch of his potent masculinity deep inside her. He shone like a beacon, guiding her and teaching her about a new way of living. From now on her life would never be the same again.

  His lips sought hers, tasting, teasing, nipping, and she responded by feverishly kissing him back, with a passion she didn’t know she possessed.

  “That’s it, baby. Let it all go. Be the woman you always wanted to be.” He held her head in his hands, and pumped deeper still, stroke after delicious stroke, staring down into her eyes, mesmerizing her.

  Emma could no more look away from this beautiful man than stop breathing. As she clung to him, she allowed her fingers to tease the thick, dark hair that fell disheveled about his face. It was the first time she’d shown any real affection toward him. The other times they’d fucked it had been just sex, nothing more. Now he made love to her, and it filled her with joy.

  “Oh, Zane.” Emma couldn’t stop his name falling from her lips, as her head fell back, and she gave herself completely. The sexual woman she had always suppressed could no longer be denied. From now on she would always be true to herself, but most of all she would always be true to the Master who had set her free.

  He kissed her neck, licking the pulse at the base of her throat. Possessive lips peppered tiny kisses to her ear, and he whispered, “You feel so good, Emma. So damned good.” He tucked his hands under her buttocks, his muscular forearms lifting her butt from the bed with ease. Letting his weight rest against her, he rammed his cock repeatedly inside her. Zane made her feel as though she were the most beautiful creature in the universe.

  Emma
flexed her hips and arched into his thrusts. It felt so good, being mastered by a powerful, sexy man. Their sweat-soaked bodies glided over each other like a well-oiled machine, until another unstoppable orgasm started to build…build…build.

  “Master, I’m coming again.”

  “Wait.” He thrust hard once more.

  “But, Master—” How could she deny what her body craved the most? She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, fearing that she would lose the battle. “I can’t stop it coming.”

  “Look at me.” When she stared into his cobalt blue eyes, he filled her again. “Now count out loud.”

  “One.” Each time she spoke, he made another giant thrust as he continued to hold her gaze. They were the only two people left in the world, because nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed, except the very special connection they shared at this precise moment in time.

  “Two.” Her whole body shook as he filled her again, sliding his cock deep inside her pussy. She gasped, holding her breath, digging long nails into his shoulders, fighting to hold back her climax.

  “Three.”

  When he thrust again, his cock felt huge, stretching her control to breaking point.

  “Now, now, now. Do it for me now.”

  Her Master’s permission was immediately followed by the exquisite pain of final release. Pleasure-giving endorphins popped and exploded in her brain, sending kaleidoscopic colors pulsing through her vision. Whimpers of intense sexual satisfaction filled the room. Her womb contracted, driving waves of pure pleasure through her pussy. The spasms were so strong she felt her vaginal muscles gripping Zane’s cock repeatedly, squeezing it, until he ejaculated his seed with a loud, guttural groan as he jerked deep inside her one final time.

  * * * *

  They lay on the bed, entwined in each other’s arms. The only noise was the sound of their heavy breathing, and the insistent thud of their synchronized hearts as they slowly came back to earth. Emma knew her life had changed forever. It would never be the same again. Sex with Zane was the most exciting, life-enforcing event she’d ever experienced.

  “Wow, you’re something else, lady.” Zane tenderly stroked the sweat-covered hair from her eyes.

  Emma made a whimper of protest, when Zane withdrew from her and rolled to the side. “I’m not going anywhere. Just getting more comfortable.” He stroked a hand down her cheek and smiled at her. “Here, I’ll remove these before they start hurting.” He gently unscrewed the nipple clamps, and slowly eased them from her breasts. Her nipples had become tender, and she took a sharp intake of breath as he lifted them away. He grabbed the duvet and tugged it across them both, then pulled her into his arms. She nestled comfortably against his broad shoulder. “Is that better, baby?” he asked, starting to massage her tired shoulders.

  “Much.” She snuggled into his masculine warmth, and let her fingers drift across the taut muscles of his well-developed chest. Emma had never felt so emotionally and physically close to a man. Just letting go of her old self with all its pent-up inhibitions made her feel as though a weight had been lifted from her mind. Perhaps she’d always been a natural submissive. Certainly, the men she’d dated before had never shown their dominant side like Zane did. Maybe that was why she’d always felt unfulfilled in her relationships with men. Zane could never disappoint her. He always took control, especially during sex. He demanded, and she gave, and yet he protected her, too. She touched his rugged face, letting her fingers drift along his masculine jaw. “I never expected to find such loving care in a D/s relationship, Zane.”

  He tenderly massaged her shoulder again, and kissed her forehead. “It is the duty of every Master to tend to the welfare of their sub, especially when she’s pleased them.” His voice was deep and mellow, and reverberated through his chest.

  “But…I…” Emma breathed in, wanting to understand why she felt such a close emotional bond with Zane. The feeling that she was falling hopelessly in love with him made her say, “I never expected it to be so intense.”

  He playfully tapped her nose as he turned to look at her. His blue eyes were mellow and friendly. “I guess it’s different with you, baby. You’re special.”

  “I am?” Just his words, You’re special, made her feel safe and protected. Was this Zane’s way of telling her he loved her? Was it even possible to love someone after just one week?

  Zane took a long, deep breath, before slowly releasing it. “Sometimes when two people share the same wavelength, they just…” He sucked in another breath. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I lo—” He coughed awkwardly. “Listen, Emma. What I meant to say was, if you’re living here with me on a full-time basis, we could spend more time getting to know each other better. Sex doesn’t always have to be hard edged, baby. I just like being with you.”

  “You do?” The way he looked at her she was sure he felt their connection, too. Had Zane been about to tell her he loved her?

  He laughed. “No need to look so surprised. I want us to share a caring relationship. How else am I gonna get you to do all those wicked things I’ve got planned for you.”

  * * * *

  Zane stroked Emma’s shoulder once more. She’d been right. The sex between them was intense. In fact the fucking was out of this world. He’d indulged in D/s relationships since his divorce, but he’d never brought any of his subs home—until now. He’d always preferred Club Submission and its vibrant social scene to fulfill his sexual needs. Yeah, Zane, you’ve been a right selfish prick over the years. Using the subs at the club for your own sexual gratification, without giving a fuck about their feelings once you left. The submissive women had been only too willing to accommodate the great Master Zane. He’d always satisfied their sexual needs completely, making sure they kept coming back for more.

  But Emma is different. She’s special.

  He knew he didn’t want to discipline her in front of other club members as he had with all his previous subs. Fuck, this lady really is special. If and when physical correction was required, he would do it in the privacy of his own home, without any voyeurs to witness her punishment. That part of their relationship would be kept strictly private from now on. He didn’t need an audience to turn him on anymore. He wanted Emma all to himself. Maybe he was going soft in his old age. Or maybe he’d fallen in love with her.

  Christ, he’d almost let that slip, but he’d just managed to stop himself in time. He’d nearly uttered that crazy little four-letter word, which can change people’s lives forever. From now on, he’d keep his mouth shut and his powder dry. Relationships needed time to develop and grow. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself and tell her that he loved her if she didn’t feel the same way about him. No, it would be best to hold back for the time being. He needed to be absolutely sure.

  Zane turned and looked at Emma sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. Her breathing was calm and rhythmic, her sensuous, full lips slightly parted. How beautiful and at peace with herself she appeared. Helping her to overcome her sexual inhibitions was a job he would relish. He noticed a difference in Emma already. A few more sessions like they’d just had, and she would be well on the way to leaving her repressed English upbringing far behind her. All the extra effort would be time well spent, because there was no doubt in his mind that Emma was his perfect submissive and lifelong partner.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Four days later

  Emma had dreaded this day ever since she’d learned that Chloe was dead. At least she had Zane by her side. He wore an expensive hand-tailored suit, with matching waistcoat, a simple white shirt and black tie. She nervously touched his arm as the funeral cortege swept through the cemetery gates.

  “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered, covering her hand with his, but still keeping his eyes trained up ahead. He then turned to look at her. “There’s one or two reporters outside the chapel. Just ignore them.”

  “That’s easier said than done. Everyone knows Chloe frequented Club Submission. Our pictures will be plastere
d all over the papers. I’m not worried about myself, but what about you, Zane. What about your reputation? You have a business to run.”

  “It’s at times like these that people find out if they’re made of the right stuff. I knew Chloe for a short while, and it’s right I’m here.” He patted her hand. “They won’t necessarily make a connection anyway, and I’m not worried about a little bad publicity.” He smiled as the limousine drew to halt outside the chapel. “Besides, there’s no such thing as bad publicity.”

  Emma doubted he was right, but she was extremely grateful that he’d agreed to accompany her to Chloe’s funeral. At this precise moment she needed him to lean on. As he squeezed her hand, she could feel his strength of character pouring into her, making her strong.

  “Now deep breath, Emma.”

  Clutching her personal tribute to her dear friend, Emma slipped from the luxurious car and stepped out onto the cobbled paving. Ignoring the press photographers lined up behind a roped-off area, she bowed her head as the casket was lifted from the hearse, and pallbearers carried it past her inside the chapel.

  A bouquet of beautiful red roses and pale white lilies sprayed out on top of the pure white coffin. Chloe loved flowers—she loved life. Emma fought down a choke, and breathed deeply, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. This was going to be hard.

  * * * *

  Zane scanned the chapel as the service got underway. It was filled with mourners. There were a few people here whom he recognized from Club Submission. Matthew, Ethan, Jessica, and Hunter were all here, and he nodded in their direction. It was good they were paying their respects.

  After the second hymn finished, Emma stood, and moved across to the coffin. She placed a single white lily on the casket and then turned to the congregation. He could see she was nervous. Her hand kept gripping her notes tightly between her fingers. Her pale complexion contrasted sharply with the black dress she wore.