by Lilly Black
“I love to feel you come, Evan. I love how you get so wet, how your legs vibrate, how your pussy pulses like a heartbeat around my cock,” he whispers, pulling me upright through the aftershocks, his hands on my hipbones, giving me a violent thrust, and holding himself deep inside me for a few seconds before driving into me again.
He slips off the table, disconnecting my cuffs and allowing me to lie down on my stomach, my head at the end of the table. Then I feel his cock brushing lightly against my lips.
“I want you to suck my cock, Evan,” he commands. “Slowly.” I reach out blindly and grab it, taking it into my mouth as I hold him firmly with one hand at the base, the other teasing below, and though I start with every intention of following his command to take it slow, I soon lose sight of it, wanting to get as close to him as possible, to meld with him, to consume him. I can’t get enough, and when I feel him start to pull away from me, I grab him by the hips, holding him in place. He moans as I dig my fingernails into his flesh, pulling him into me as if he’s fucking my mouth until his cock reaches its limit, the flesh dangerously taut… He stops me, grabbing my wrists roughly as he moves beyond my reach.
“I said slowly,” he hisses, and I feel an unexpected sting on my ass cheek, making me gasp. I don’t know what he used on me, but it was too small an area for it to be his hand and too precise for something like that cat-o-nine-tails.
“Do you like that?” Cain asks.
“Yes,” I breathe, arching my back and raising my ass as I anticipate the next strike. It’s harder this time, and thought it hurts, I still want more.
“Are you ready to take my commands seriously or do you need more correcting?” he asks, and when I hesitate, he smacks my ass again. I moan at the exquisite sharpness of the pain.
“Are you ready?” Cain repeats, his tone harsh and precise.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he demands impatiently.
“Yes…Master Cain.” I don’t know why I said it. It just came out, and for a long, anxious moment I wait for him to react, the fear that he might reject being called Master more unbearable than the sting of any whip.
“Master Cain,” he says, finally. “I like the sound of that.” I’m relieved and so uncharacteristically turned on by the abject surrender of calling him Master, when I feel his cock against my lips again, I can think of nothing more satisfying that making him come.
“Slowly,” he reminds me sternly, running the back of his hand softly down my cheek. I grab it and place it on my head, urging him to hold it there and set the pace himself. He’s understandably cautious because this act crosses a line, but tonight, I’m selfless. I pull him into me, and when he twists his fingers into my hair and controls me, it brings him so close so quickly, he has to slowly withdraw inch by inch to keep from coming.
“That was perfect, Evan,” he says, brushing my hair behind my ear.
“I love your cock in my mouth, Master Cain,” I say boldly.
“Do you like your taste on my cock?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“I want to taste you,” he says in a low growl, rolling me onto my back and pulling me down the table until my ass is almost hanging off. He cuffs my ankles and clips them to hooks on the tables side, my knees bent, my feet at the end corners. Feeling too exposed, I lock my knees together in an attempt at modesty.
“Evan,” he says, gently pushing my legs apart. “You are the most perfect thing in this world, and I never want you to be shy with me.” His words, though gracious, don’t help. What makes the difference is that he lifts my blindfold so I can see that the light is so dim we’re practically in darkness. He’s the one who’s perfect.
“Just relax,” he urges me.
“Yes, Master Cain,” I say as he replaces my blindfold.
“God, I love hearing you say that,” he whispers. It gives me a strange sense of bliss that he has embraced my title, a title that is mine alone, and from the first soft brush of his tongue to his hands on my thighs, every touch is amplified by my helplessness as his mouth worships me, teasing me, torturing me by focusing his attentions everywhere but my clit. When at last his tongue finds with the tiny cluster of nerves, it’s like a drug hitting my veins. My entire body shudders as he traces light circles, and though he’s barely making contact, pleasure washes over me in waves so constant that I don’t even realize that I am about to come until it’s happening, suddenly thrust into a state of madness as a devastating orgasm tears through my body, corrupting my thoughts.
I give screaming voice to the ecstasy, arching my back, thrusting myself into his mouth as he grabs me by the hips, pulling me hard against his face, his tongue unstoppable, and when I think I am at the absolute end of what my body can handle, he pushes beyond my limits, forcing me to give more, to take more, to feel more. It almost hurts, but he drives me onward until the ache fades, giving way to something else…something that feels like…like…oh, my God! I’m coming again!
“Oh, fuck…Cain…fuck, fuck, fuck…” The words come out like a tortured whine as my bent legs tremble wildly, the muscles overwrought and exhausted. Cain supports me, steadying me as he guides me through it, and when I finally come back down, he instinctively knows that I need his cock inside me immediately.
“You want fucked?” he asks.
“Oh, God, yes!” I gush, and he laughs at my enthusiasm as he releases my ankle cuffs and helps me off the table, spinning me around to bend over it. Then he’s inside me, suddenly fucking me fast, his cock and I of one mind as he slams into me with a brutal intensity that makes me come so fast, it leaves my head clouded and defiled, useless to think of anything but my most primal desires. I want more, and so does Cain, whispering in my ear as I lie my head on the table, telling me that he is nowhere near finished with me. He pulls me upright by my shoulders, supporting me until I find my balance.
“Trust me to guide you,” he says as he takes my hand and leads me away from the table. He turns me around when we reach our destination, and I feel the cold of the concrete behind me. He pulls the ribbon to undo the sleeve he left intact earlier, and as the leather falls open, I hear a chain rattle. Cain lifts my hands over my head, clips my wrist cuffs to the chain, and pulls it until I am forced onto my toes. Methodically, he starts to undo the corset’s laces, unwrapping his gift just as Lucy has predicted, and when it falls to the floor, I’m left wearing nothing but the choker she gave me.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Evan, naked and helpless, mine to use as I please.” I feel his words resonate inside me, and no matter how spent I might have felt moments ago, I’m recharged now, ready to be used. “I’ve dreamed of this moment from the first time I saw you. You could make me come so easily right now, but I don’t want this to end.” I shudder as his hot breath warms my neck. I don’t want it to end either.
I hear the sound of the chain again, and I feel myself being lifted as he pulls it through the eyelet. The tips of my toes no longer touching the ground, I’m completely vulnerable, but in his hands, I feel safe. Kissing me, he wraps my legs around his hips and walks us forward until I’m pinned against the wall. I grip the chain above my cuffs for support as he thrusts into me, my back sliding up and down the smooth, cold concrete as we begin to fuck.
Blindfolded, my head full of pheromones, and his tongue in my mouth, the sound of the chain is melodic and every stroke of his cock heaven. His teeth find my neck, nipping at me from ear to shoulder, where he bites down extracting a sharp, rapturous moan, the mix of pleasure and pain exquisite as I dig my heels into his ass like spurs, wanting more. He gives it to me, harder and deeper, and though weary from the chain, I will my arms to hold out just a little longer as the impending orgasm seizes me…almost there…so close…so…
No! My mind and body protest in unison as he stops abruptly, withdrawing from me, and I foolishly make my disappointment known with a whine. Suffering the loss of him like a phantom limb, I feel the sting of his palm on my thigh, his other hand clutching my throat
just tight enough to make his point. I know what he wants. He wants me to beg, and trembling with need, I have no shame.
“Please, Master,” I plead. “Please let me come.”
Ever Merciful, he returns to me, swiftly taking me back to the precipice, controlling me, skillfully keeping me right on the edge until, in a mind-blowing, white-hot flash, I’m thrown into the chasm below. I cry out - his name, God’s, I don’t know - but I scream it into him as his mouth attacks mine, his tongue like his cock, driven into me as I writhe against him, losing my rhythm, my legs aching from the effort of the journey. I try to steady him, to hold him still through the aftershocks, but he’s relentless, possessing me, using me, spending me. I feel him tighten, growing to his absolute limit inside of me, and though I thought I had reached my own limit, hearing the sweet sound of his ecstasy reawakens the need within me, radiating outward in intense waves, my body a slave to his beautiful, perfect cock.
“Harder!” I beg, and he slams into me, rigid and smooth as marble. I arch my back as he fills me, fucking me deeper and faster until I lose control.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh, fuck!” I cry, and in one final, devastating thrust, my entire body shudders in a violent release as Cain crushes me against the wall, his hands in a death grip on the flesh of my hips, his cock slowly grinding into me, throbbing with the accelerated beating of his heart.
“Cain…Master…” I murmur as I collapse in his arms, my every muscle exhausted, and finally I let go of the chain, collapsing into him. He folds his arms around me and kisses me softly on the forehead.
“I love to make you come, Evan,” he whispers, his every word more precious to me than the air I breathe.
“But it’s not fair. When do I get to make you come?” I complain as he lets me slide down the wall to my feet.
“I don’t have to be fair,” he says, and I push my lower lip out in a full pout, making him laugh.
“I could spank you for that,” he threatens, but at the same time, I think I’ve won as he takes the cuffs off my wrists. I reach out to find that he’s still standing in front of me, and with my hands on his hips to keep my orientation, I cautiously begin to go down on my knees on the hard concrete floor.
“Maybe I wasn’t through with you,” he says as I kneel before him, waiting for permission. I don’t respond.
“What’s the matter? Can’t take anymore?” he asks. I shake my head no.
“Okay,” he says, and crouching in front of me, he runs his fingers along with the side of my face. “Since you’ve done so well your first time, I’m going to let you off the hook…however in the future, I will fuck you for as long as it pleases me, and you will never tell me you can’t take anymore. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master Cain,” I say.
“Make me come, Evan,” he commands, and finally free to do as I please, I use my every skill, giving him a good show, assuming he’s watching me from above. As I take him to the brink, a delightful idea pops into my head. I pull his cock out of my mouth, finishing him with my hands. The head aimed at me, I blindly stick out my tongue to catch it as he floods my tits and chin.
“Oh, God, Evan!” Cain cries out as I take him back into my mouth, softly teasing him until he can’t take anymore. He falls to his knees, and with his come all down the front of me, he pulls me into his arms.
“Oh, my fucking God, Evan,” he breathes.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Cain says. My knees are killing me from kneeling on the concrete, but once I stretch, it doesn’t last. I grab the corset and follow Cain to a spacious bath on the other side of the dining room. As I lay the corset on the vanity I notice that when I thoroughly doused myself, I doused it as well. Wondering if I’ve ruined the leather, I look up to see Cain standing behind me in the mirror, beaming at my tits as they glisten. I roll my eyes at him.
“I could spank you for that, too,” he says.
“For ruining the corset?”
“For rolling your eyes at me.”
“You’d get little else done,” I say.
“I could live with that,” he says, smacking me lightly on the ass. “Come on. Let’s get a shower.”
“I should probably try to get this off before…”
“Lucy will take care of it. How’s sushi for dinner?” Cain asks, ignoring my concern.
“Sushi’s fine, nigiri style, but I don’t want Lucy cleaning this.”
“It’s what she does, Evan,” Cain says, and I groan my irritation. “I really liked this, by the way.” He traces a finger lightly around one still wet nipple.
“I thought you might,” I say, bringing that finger to my mouth and licking it. His eyes flash.
“I also liked it when you put my hands on your head.”
“You can do that if you want,” I invite him.
“I will.”
“Good, now about the corset.”
“I’ll have it dry cleaned if it’s that important to you,” he says dismissively.
“All I want is for you to adequately explain why you have a woman who has never been your lover yet is more than willing to clean your…you off…”
“It’s come, Evan.”
“Fine, come,” I say. “To clean your come off the corset I’ve been wearing while we…”
“Not the corset you’ve been wearing. Your corset.”
“Are you trying to be difficult?” I demand.
“Yes,” Cain says, and he picks up the remote to tell Lucy bring us sushi with fortune cookies.
“Fortune cookies aren’t Japanese, you know,” I say.
“Now who’s being difficult?” he asks.
“I’m still waiting for your explanation.”
“Enough of this,” Cain growls and slaps my ass again. “In the shower!” I follow him into the stall, laughing at how utterly misogynistic he comes off when in reality, he’s the complete opposite.
As we shower, we keep our hands to ourselves, not intending to turn it into another round, though I think our only saving grace is that I am pressing him to tell me more about Lucy, which is apparently not an easy tale. I offer to let it go, but Cain promises to explain it over dinner.
“After the way you have accepted and slipped so perfectly into my life, feeding my desires,” he says, cupping my face in his hands as the water streams down us, “I want to share everything with you, Evan.” He kisses me chastely, and I look up at him, doe-eyed, not knowing what to say. I wish I could share everything with him, too.
“I know it’s hard for you,” Cain adds, reading me. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” As he hugs me, my face against his chest, I hold onto him for a long moment, and what I cannot say, my body conveys in my need to be as close to him as physically possible without having him inside me, though on some level, I always want him inside me.
“Thanks, Lucy,” I say as she pours me a goblet of water along with a glass of Rippon Jeunesse 2008. It turns out to be a good accompaniment to the sushi, but I’ll still need more water than wine because the wasabi is potent. Cain laughs at me when I get too much and begin furiously fanning my watering eyes.
Dressed in bath robes and lounging like Romans as we eat, we discuss what happened beyond the now-closed velvet curtain, and Cain is particularly curious about why I suddenly decided to call him Master. I have realized why calling him Sir seemed so abhorrent to me aside the fact that I didn’t want to call him the same thing all of his former subs, but I can’t tell him that yet.
“No one has ever called you Master before?” I ask.
“They were told to call me Sir, and they did what they were told. I didn’t realize it until now, but I think I liked them to call me Sir because it made me feel more detached. Master sounds much more personal.”
“I agree,” I say. “So what are you going to call me when I’m in charge?”
“You still have a long way to go before that happens, little girl,” Cain warns.
“I know, but I want you in the habit,” I say, crinkli
ng my nose. “And Mistress is just too common.” He’s amused with me, but I still get what I want.
“Well, then, since you’ve obviously given it so much thought, I assume you already have a list of alternatives for me.”
“Uh-uh. It’s up to you to find me a worthy title.”
“I see,” he says, then he stares off into the distance for a moment. “What about…Lady Evan?”
“Do you like that?”
“I don’t have to like it.”
“I want you to like it.”
“Whatever name by which I worship my Goddess will be the most beautiful name in the world,” Cain says, and he sounds so overly poetic, we both laugh.
“No to Goddess, then?” he asks.
“No to Goddess.”
“My Lady? Your Highness?” I shake my head no. “Your Grace?”
“Your Grace. We’ll call that plan B,” I say. It isn’t exactly what I’m looking for, but it does have a nice ring to it. “What else you got?”
“Not much,” he says, pulling out his phone. He types in a search and reads off a few more options. “My Queen. Madame. Ms.”
“None of the above,” I say as Cain scrolls on his phone, then he suddenly looks up, its glow casting odd shadows on his face, making his smile ominous as he stares at me with hooded eyes.
“Domina,” he says like the invocation of an ancient deity, and for an intense moment, it’s as if all of the air is sucked out of the room.
“Domina,” Cain repeats, knowing I’ve made my choice.
After Lucy clears the dishes, Cain finally opens up about their relationship. As he begins, I promise myself that whatever he tells me, I will not react like a whiny bitch.
“I didn’t know she bought you the choker,” he says, “but when you told me, you don’t know how much it pleased me to see you wearing it. You and Lucy are the two most important people in my life, and I need you to get along. I’d like you to be close.”
“I think we’re getting there,” I say. “We’re even sharing secrets…like the one about how I almost fell in the pool the night we met…”
“I’m sorry about that,” Cain says with a laugh.