by Ann Jacobs
He dipped his head and found her quivering clit with his tongue. “Yes, Master. I wish…”
“What?” He spoke softly, noticing how responsive she was and breathing on her clit again to watch it harden further. “What do you wish?”
“That I could taste you again too.”
Her wistful tone touched him deeply. Fuck it all, Dax’s abuse had scarred her inside as much as out. Maybe more. “Later, after I lap your pretty cunt to my heart’s content and fuck you gently—not as forcefully as I want to, because you’re not completely healed. As for tasting each other, that too will have to wait. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I still wish I had killed Petrone when I had the chance.”
Amber shuddered, as though the mere mention of Dax’s name terrified her. “What will happen to him?”
“After the police hauled him to the colonial clinic to get patched up, they moved him to the jail. He won’t be getting out any time soon.” Cole intended to see to that. The last thing his business needed was to have that bastard running around loose on Obsidion.
When Cole traced the length of her inner thigh from knee to crotch, Amber made a purring sound. He liked the way she responded to his touch. Though he was already hot enough to burst, he found himself enjoying the slow-paced loving dictated by his concern for her injury.
“You like this, don’t you?” he asked, running a finger along the crease between her thigh and pussy.
“Mmm. Yes, Master.”
“Not Master, but Cole. I want to hear you say my name.”
When she turned her head, he saw her smiling profile. “Cole. Master Cole.”
“Amber.” This felt so right, so natural, being together—making love. Cole imagined they still would feel this way when they’d been lovers for years, yet maybe not with so much urgency. Right now, he felt compelled to claim her fully.
Rising to his knees, he positioned her, rubbed his cock along her wet, swollen slit. “Do I need to use a condom?”
“If you wish. I… Yes you do. I’m sorry.”
Cole ground his teeth together, holding back a curse. Petrone had to have fucked her unprotected. Otherwise she wouldn’t have hesitated. On Earth she’d have been tested weekly as all former pleasure-givers and seekers were—as he and all her partners had been. Of all the restrictive laws the Federation had enacted, that one made a certain amount of sense. So much sense that Cole had adopted it for all who wanted to work or play at No Bounds.
“I’ll get one.” He moved just enough that he could reach the drawer of a bedside cabinet and selected a thin, lubricated prophylactic. Settling again between her legs, he rolled it down over his erection. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he told her, settling a hand on her unhurt hip and directing her to shift positions just slightly so his cock would slide easily inside her sweet, tight sheath.
He sank into her slowly, savoring every contraction of her tight vaginal muscles, every moan he elicited by pulling back. He began to move inside her, thrusting slowly and gently into her silken heat. Anger rose in him with every glance at her poor ass cheek.
Why the fuck did I let the bastard live? He reminded himself that Petrone was unlikely to get out of jail here any faster than he would have back on Earth. When his sentence was served, he’d be rendered incapable of raping some other unfortunate woman before he was released. Justice on Obsidion, Cole had observed, was as quick as it had been back home—and even harsher in many respects.
That didn’t matter now. All he wanted to think about was the incredible feel of Amber’s pussy, wet and hot around his cock like a tight, delightful glove, so perfectly submissive. Only the muscles inside her cunt moved on him, milking his cock, and the arousing little moans of apparent ecstasy were her only sounds. He saw her fingers dig into the bed linens the way she’d have clutched his flesh if she could.
Cole sped up the pace, moved faster and deeper inside her. He wouldn’t be able to hold out long but he was determined not to go alone. Slipping a hand between the pillow he’d placed under her hips and her satin skin, he found her clit and stroked it, all the time fucking her slow and deep. His balls bounced against his knuckles, high and tight within their sac, ready…
“Oh God, Master, I’m coming,” Amber cried, her inner muscles grabbing his cock in a stranglehold. “Oh…oh please. Please don’t stop.”
If his life had depended on it, Cole couldn’t have held back. He slammed into her pussy one more time and came. Hard, as though he hadn’t come for weeks even though it had only been a few minutes since he’d erupted in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
By all the gods, he loved being inside her cunt. It felt like heaven. It felt like home.
* * * * *
The next day, Amber felt much better, except that when she thought about having promised herself to Cole, guilt nagged at her subconscious. After she’d showered and toweled her hair dry, she decided to stay up and escape these four luxurious walls that had begun to close in on her.
She’d go find Ciel.
For years, Ciel had been her anchor, the one constant she’d been able to count on. Amber couldn’t count the number of times it had been Ciel shouting the safe word when she herself could not, jumping in and stopping a scene before some Dom choked the last breath of life out of her.
Amber owed Ciel a lot. She owed the other woman her life, if that was what she wanted. And she needed to see for herself that Master Dax hadn’t killed Ciel. Cole had assured her that his sister was alive but she couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t lie to keep from disturbing her with the truth. She wouldn’t put it past her master to try to shield her from knowledge he knew would hurt her. It would be like him to do whatever it took to protect her, and not just from physical pain.
Biting her lip against the pain that each abrupt motion caused to her raw brand, Amber managed to get up on unsteady legs and take a few wobbly steps. Then, before she could grab onto something sturdy, she took a crashing tumble onto the floor.
The next thing she knew, Cole had her in his arms, his touch as gentle as his words were fierce. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?” he ground out, bending and lowering her back onto the bed.
“I was going to check on Ciel, Master.” She didn’t like the look on his face, an expression of concern mixed with righteous anger. “I—I need to see for myself that he didn’t kill her.”
“You don’t believe what I say?”
“Y-yes. I believe you, Master Cole. Except…except that I’ve worried that you would keep bad news to yourself because you knew it would upset me.”
Cole swore softly but he lifted her again, carried her across the hall and kicked the door open. “There. Look all you want. As I told you, Ciel is sleeping off the effects of a massive drug overdose She’s very much alive but she isn’t likely to regain consciousness any time soon—just as I told you.”
Not giving her time for more than a cursory glance at the movement of the covers as Ciel breathed in and out, he turned and carried Amber back to her room.
“Thank you, Master,” she said when he laid her on the bed again.
He shot her a questioning look. “Am I your master, Amber?”
“Y-yes sir.”
“Then you will obey me in all things,” Cole said. “You will not risk yourself by leaving this room until Ulrica tells me your brand is completely healed. If you want to check on Ciel, you will let me know and I will take you to her. If you need a change of scenery, I will provide it. I was on my way here with some refreshments and your next dose of pain pills when I heard you fall. Roll all the way onto your belly now. I want to make sure you did no damage to my property. My brand.”
His brand. Given with consideration and affection, unlike the cruel brand it masked. Meant to adorn and not humiliate her. Amber turned gingerly, certain that if she winced, he would take it as an act of disobedience. More importantly, she didn’t want him to see her suffer because she was sure he felt every twinge she allowed to show outwardly—and tha
t he would take her every discomfort into his own magnificent body.
“You have such a gorgeous ass,” he commented, his breath bringing goose bumps up on the uninjured skin around the brand. “I’d hate to have to redden it with a flogger, but I will if you pull another trick like trying to wander around before you’re strong enough.” He bent and placed a kiss on the dimples just above the start of her crack. Surprising her, he then licked his way down until he rimmed her anus with his tongue. “When you’ve healed a bit more, I’m going to fuck you here.”
With others, anal sex had meant only submission to another’s will. With Cole, she imagined that she’d feel incredible pleasure as well as a sense of belonging to her master. When he worked first one finger then two, beyond her anal sphincter, her cunt began to clench, anticipating…
“Master, you don’t need to wait.” She trusted he’d be gentle, the way he had been earlier when he’d claimed her pussy. She didn’t care if he wasn’t careful. She wouldn’t mind if he hurt her. She actually craved the pain.
Without it, she had never been able to reach the heights of pleasure. “Please, fuck my ass now.”
He raised his head, found her swollen clit with his other hand and stroked it. Pinched it sharply. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out with the sudden wave of sexual awareness that made her lift her hips.
“Be still or I’ll hogtie you.” Cole freed his hand, gave her a sharp slap on her inner thigh. When she moved again in obvious defiance, he realized Amber hadn’t been joking. She was apparently able to reach the pinnacle of sexual pleasure only with punishment. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh yes, Master. Please.”
Someday, Cole would show her that she could trust him to bring her pleasure without the trappings of Dominance and submission, convince her that she deserved that pleasure whether or not it was delivered with pain. At the moment, what he wanted most was to give her what she’d begged for so sweetly.
He got up, shed the sweatpants he’d put on before going down to check on progress the workmen were making, putting the final touches on the private chambers at the club. Now he strode to a chest by the window. Once he’d opened it, he rifled through it until he found what he was looking for.
A linked pair of nipple clamps with a clit clip dangling from the center of the link. A brand-new glass dildo to be filled with warm or icy water as was his preference of the moment. And finally the restraint she was begging for, although Cole doubted she’d ever seen one exactly like this one, which he’d recently invented.
It was a braided silk four-point tie that would fasten left wrist to left ankle, right to right. The leash at the center of the “H” would be fastened to a metal eye in the canopy frame above the bed. Applied properly, it would pull her limbs together, keeping her cunt and ass conveniently open for his pleasure.
It should give her a submissive’s delight in helplessness without putting her in a position where the new brand would be irritated. Cole swore, realizing as he did at least one reason why he’d never gotten off on marking his subs. Doing so placed limits far stronger than safe words on what he might do to take a sub to the heights of sexual satisfaction. Those limits made him chafe as he rigged Amber in the device and secured the leash to the eye.
“You know, I’ve never claimed your pretty breasts,” he said, raising her enough with the restraint that he could slide the nipple clamps and clit clip beneath her torso. Lowering her again, he cupped the pale, firm flesh of her breasts with both hands. “I see your nipples are pierced. Maybe I’ll replace these curved barbells with gold rings to match the collar I’m having made for you.”
Her breathing sped up as though the idea excited her. “Whatever gives you pleasure, Master.”
“No. You have no idea what I might demand of you. I don’t know for certain myself. Your safe word will be ‘boundary’, and I promise I’ll never ignore it.” He pinched her nipples hard, loving the way they tightened beneath his fingertips as though they could barely wait for the bite of the clamps. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, Master.” She wiggled when he pulled harder on the rigid nubs.
“I’m going to clamp them now. Take a deep breath, then don’t move a muscle.”
Her nipples turned red, hardened further as he tightened the screws. Her breathing grew ragged. Cole’s balls tightened, anticipating…
“Enjoy, my sweet slave. I will be back.” The sound of Amber’s eager whimpers spurred him on as he filled the dildo with warm water. It was going to be damn hard to hold on to the self-control he would need to give her pleasure and not exacerbate her pain.
Anticipation built in Amber as the sound of running water echoed from the adjacent bathing room. She longed for Cole’s touch, the heat of his big, muscular body. She loved the reassuring feeling of knowing he would take care of the burning need inside her—the compulsion to be taken, swept out of the real world into a realm where sensuality reigned. Where nothing else mattered but being mastered, taking her pleasure by answering her lover’s sensual demands.
Her ass cheek still burned but she hardly noticed it for the intense pleasure-pain radiating from her clamped nipples. Cool air tickled her exposed pussy, made her keenly aware of her helplessness, the soft but secure restraints that held her open from clit to ass. Delightfully, totally helpless to resist her master’s will.
When she raised her head, she saw him. Magnificently naked now, he took her breath away. His long, thick cock stood erect against washboard abs. His smoothly shaved ball sac, high and tight against his erection, was framed by muscular thighs that rippled as he moved to the bed. In one hand he held a clear glass dildo glistening with lubrication. Although it wasn’t as large or beautiful as his own massive purple-veined phallus, Amber found the dildo impressive as it caught the light from the recessed overhead lighting.
She wanted it—she wanted him to fill her, to take her to that place in her head where nothing existed but ecstasy. “Please Master,” she whispered, meeting his gaze briefly before lowering her eyes, the way a good slave must.
He knelt between her splayed legs and ran the surprisingly warm dildo along her slit. “You’re already wet and swollen for me. I approve.”
Locating her cunt with seeking fingers, he spread her outer lips and inserted the dildo. Slowly. So maddeningly slow. What she needed now was hard and fast. Inch by inch, he pushed the dildo inside her until she was stretched, filled. “When you are well, I will put this in a harness and use it here while I use my cock to fuck your pretty ass.”
He found her clit and fastened a clamp to the tiny nub, the new pressure on its chain moving to her nipple clamps, tightening their hold on that tender flesh. His hot breath bathed her slit, followed by the touch of his slick tongue lapping, licking, swirling around the base of the dildo, burrowing its way into her stretched vagina.
“Would it please you for others to watch us?”
“If it pleases you, Master. Oooh that hurts so good. Yes,” she hissed when he took the tip of her already clipped clit between his teeth and bit her. Not hard enough to do damage…but hard enough to take her over the edge.
The first waves of her orgasm swept her along, over the top. Nothing else existed. Not pain, not embarrassment, not even fear when she felt him lubricate her asshole with something wet and cold and position his thick cock head against her tight rear entrance.
“I’m wearing a condom, baby. Let me in.”
All she cared about now was having him fill her, take her ass the way he’d already claimed her cunt and her mouth. As another wave of ecstasy carried her along, she relaxed her sphincter muscles. The exquisite pain of him stretching her, of feeling his hot, thick cock sliding slowly up her ass and colliding through the thin barrier of flesh with the dildo, making the water inside it undulate within her cunt, had her panting, whining, screaming her master’s name.
“That’s right. Relax and let me in.”
He thrust into her ass slowly, c
arefully, his hands on her hips controlling her movement, holding her still. His fingers dug in, increasing the sensation of being possessed. Mastered. “Yes, Master,” she moaned when he sped up the thrusting and sank his cock inside her to the balls. That set the water in the dildo in motion, lapping to and fro inside her already wet and swollen cunt.
“Hold on. Don’t move. I don’t want you hurting my brand.” Releasing her hips, he found the dildo and began to slide it slowly in and out, its movement an incredibly arousing counterpoint to the thrusting of his cock in her ass. When he caught the chain that connected the clamps on her nipples and clit and began to tug it rhythmically as he fucked her ass and cunt, she could only feel. He’d rendered her incapable of rational thought.
She felt so good. So full. His cock swelled inside her. Its heat seared her as wave after wave of delicious sensation began in her ass, her cunt, the tortured tips of her breasts and her hardened, swollen clit. Like wildfire, the waves undulated, spreading cell by cell throughout her body. “Please, Master, don’t. Don’t stop,” she gasped, closing her eyes and concentrating on feeling him throbbing inside her. Growing harder and bigger with every thrust until she thought he’d burst.
“Squeeze my cock. Squeeze it now. Oh God in heaven, you’re…” His words trailed off, replaced by a howl of completion that shook the bed, carried her along once more.
If it hadn’t been daylight outside, Amber wouldn’t have known whether they’d lain together for minutes or hours after Cole had removed the clamps and released her from her bonds. When he’d bathed her bruised and swollen parts with something soothing, his touch was incredibly tender.
The drink he fed her along with her usual medication made her sleepy, so sleepy that as soon as he had crawled into bed beside her and tossed an arm possessively over her shoulder, she drifted off into a haze of satisfaction.