by Julia Kent
“It seems a lot of things tonight are first for you,” he said with a chuckle. He pushed the ice into her rear then, and her entire body jerked as she cried out. Her entrance pulsed around the piece of ice. “How does that feel? Does it hurt?”
She shook her head. “It’s incredible. Master,” she added with a gasp as he pushed the ice in a little further.
“Mmm.” He grabbed another ice cube and slid this one inside her pussy. A shudder wracked her body as she moaned, feeling his fingers work it in and out of her with excruciating slowness. “God you’re tight. Dripping wet, but still tight.”
She wanted desperately to be able to thrust her hips against him as he’d done to her earlier, but the position and the restraints wouldn’t allow it. The gleam in his eyes told her he was enjoying this, deliberately slowing his pace so as to drag it out as long as she could. A frustrated cry tore from her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut, but they popped open as he pinched her clit hard enough to cause pain.
“I told you to keep your eyes open.” The gleam in his eyes was hard now. “Are you getting tired of watching me?”
“No Master. Of course not.” She sucked in a shuddering breath. “I’ve just been waiting so long to come. I’m sorry, Master. I won’t do it again.”
“For that infraction you’ll have to wait a little longer.” He pulled his fingers out, studied the small bit of ice between them. “Almost gone. Take this one, too. I want you to taste yourself.”
He shoved his fingers into her mouth this time and she sucked them, allowing the cool ice to melt on her tongue as she tasted her unique flavor. She’d never done anything this erotic in her life. Her eyes drifted up to the mirror on the ceiling as he settled between her legs with more ice cubes, and she watched her body stretch like a bowstring as he inserted another ice cube into her rear, and then slid an ice cube directly between his teeth.
Her hips about flew off the table as he pressed the ice cube to her clit, but this time he was licking her at the same time, so that she was simultaneously assailed by raging heat and icy cold. It was sweet torture like she’d never experienced before. Her entire body hummed with pent up frustration and pleasure, begging to be released.
“Please, Master,” she cried, the words nearly incoherent with gasps and sobs. “Please, let me come!”
He lifted his head for just a minute. “You may come now, Katherine.”
He sucked her clit hard into his mouth and she exploded, her entire body convulsing. The pleasure engulfed her so completely, so utterly that she nearly passed out. Soft strokes along the sides of her hips brought her back, and she lifted her head to see him looking at her with a mixture of tenderness and hunger.
“Thank you, Master,” she managed, her heart thundering loudly. She took a deep breath to try and steady it. “That was amazing. Better than any I’ve ever had.”
He smiled widely. “I am very pleased,” he told her, unstrapping her from the table. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the door.
“Where are we going, Master?”
“To bed.”
“But we haven’t…” she trailed off as he pressed a finger to her lips.
“I know. Trust me, I intend to have you fully. But I am very good at what I do and I can see that you need some rest. Let’s take an hour. You’ve been working hard during the day, and you’re not accustomed to all this yet. I want you to fully enjoy it.”
She snuggled against his chest with a smile, realizing just how sleepy she was getting. “Thank you, Master,” she told him as he set her atop the glossy black comforter.
“You’re very welcome.” He joined her on the bed and pulled her against his chest. “Sleep now.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she succumbed to the tiredness tugging at the edges of her mind.
*
It was her own moans that finally woke her. She’d been dreaming that she was burning up, that she was drowning in a fast expanse of sexual pleasure, hands gliding down her body, touching her in all the right places. Her eyes opened to see Mark over her body, one of her nipples in his mouth.
“Finally awake.” He looked up with a smile, and then kissed her. She twined her arms around his neck and lost herself in that simple pleasure, her body aching with the sweetness of it. His hands slid down to her breasts, tweaking her nipples and rolling them between his fingers. One of his knees was wedged between her legs and she lifted her hips, rubbing herself shamelessly against him. The crisp hairs on his leg teased her pussy before he pulled his leg away.
“I knew you were a wanton,” he teased, nibbling the side of her neck. “But don’t think the rules have changed simply because you’re in my bed now.” He bit down hard at the base of her neck, and she gasped.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” He kneaded her breasts with his hands, then rolled over. “Reach up and grab the headboard. Don’t let go, no matter what.”
“Yes, Master.” She reached up and did as he asked, then waited, her nerves stretched taut in anticipation. She could hear the harshness of hear breathing, the pounding of her pulse in her ears, and a shiver skipped up her spine as he slid the length of his cock against her ass cheeks.
“So beautiful,” he said, running a finger down the length of her spine. “I love the way your back curves. I love how your breasts fit perfectly in my hands.” He cupped them, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs and she moaned, stretching her body out. The motion caused his cock to rub between her cheeks. He pressed open-mouthed kisses down the length of his spine, and then all over both cheeks. “I could eat you alive.”
He spread her cheeks and inserted a finger into her rear, at the same time sliding his cock back and forth along her pussy lips. Katherine whimpered, wanting to grab his cock in her hands and guide it into her. But she knew if she did that he would punish her, and it would delay him giving her what she wanted.
“Master, please. I want you inside me.”
He worked his finger further into her rear, wringing another cry from her kiss-swollen lips. “I am in you,” he told her, a wicked undertone to his voice.
Her nails dug into the headboard. “You know that’s not what I mean, Master.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Maybe, maybe not. Like I said before, you have to tell me what you want.” He moved his finger in and out in time to his cock sliding against her.
“I want,” she gasped, “your cock inside my pussy. Now, please, Master.”
“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Suddenly he gripped her hips with both hands, then slammed himself into her. There was no gradual increase of pace—he simply pounded himself home inside her with the ferocity of a racehorse bursting out onto the track. The fast paced and hard, pounding friction was exactly what she craved; she gripped the headboard for dear life as the entire bed shook. A small part of her wondered if the canopy might collapse on them; the rest of her didn’t care if it did so long as he kept pounding into her the way he was.
“Please, please, please,” she cried, her voice shaking with the force of his thrusts.
“Come for me,” he panted, reaching between her legs and stroking her clit. “Go ahead, Katherine. Let go.”
She tried to hold on, to make the moment last as long as she could, but it was impossible—the pleasure was building too fast for her to get a hold on it. It spiraled out of her control, taking it with her, making her feel as though she was being sucked into a whirlpool of pleasure, and right out the other end into a vast sea of it. She felt hot seed spurt onto her back as Mark pulled out and gave into his desire for release.
“Can… can I let go now, Master?” she asked, once she was reasonably sure he was coherent again.
“Yes.” She collapsed, and she felt a cool, wet cloth wiping his seed off her back before he rolled her over. Mark pulled up the covers and tucked them beneath, and she snuggled against his chest.
“Thank you, Katherine.” He stroked a hand up and down her back.
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nbsp; “My pleasure,” she murmured sleepily, and he chuckled.
“Indeed it was.”
She didn’t hear him; she was already asleep.
*
She was awoken once more by Mark, but this time it was with soft kisses and gentle strokes rather than hot lips and hands. Desire uncurled sweetly in her belly even as she unfurled and opened her eyes. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, welcoming a new day, casting a gleam on Mark’s dark hair and a sparkle into his blue eyes.
“Good morning.” He stroked a hand down her hair. “Did you sleep well?”
She smiled. “Yes, I did. Master,” she added.
“I’ve had many women in my bed, as you know doubt know,” he said, trailing his thumb along her cheek, “but I’ve never seen any that sleeps like you. You looked like an angel, with your long lashes and rosebud mouth. I couldn’t help but start kissing you.”
Katherine was proud that she only blushed a little beneath his compliments. “I like it when you kiss me too,” she told him, pressing her lips to his again. His arms came loosely around her as he kissed her tenderly—long, slow, and sweet. Her body heated—not the torrid rush of passion from before but gradual, like a flower blooming beneath the sun’s rays. His hands slid down her back to cup her cheeks, pressing her firmly against his hardening cock.
“I need you,” he murmured roughly against her lips before trailing then down the column of her throat. He gently bit down on the area right above the hollow leading down to her collar bone.
“Anything you want, Master,” she said on a sigh of pleasure as he stroked her with hands and lips and tongue.
“You may touch me if you like,” he told her, his hands on her breasts. She placed her own hands on his shoulders and ran then up and down her back, feeling his muscles flex as he played with her nipples. Her feet came up to find his cock, and she stroked it with her soles, moving them up and down as she’d done with her mouth last night. His groan made her smile.
“You have very talented feet,” he growled, tonguing her earlobe.
“Thank you, Master.” She gasped as he swirled his tongue in her ear. “You have a very talented tongue.” He chuckled.
They took their time exploring each other’s bodies, and Katherine relished finally having free rein to touch him where she liked. She found that his hard, brown nipples were especially responsive—she dragged her tongue over him the way he did hers and was rewarded with shivering groans. She fondled his sac between his legs as she stroked his cock, and found that when she touched the spot just behind it his eyes would close and a low, throaty groan would come up from his chest. His sexual responses were bold and completely unashamed, which aroused her unbearably. Before she met him she never would have imagined that pleasuring a man could be so pleasurable.
Eventually he’d had enough, and had bound her wrists over her head with one hand while he pleasured her with the fingers of his other one. He didn’t need ice cubes to make her pussy throb. Only when she was gasping from her third orgasm did he allow her to draw her legs up around his waist and enter her.
This time he went at a leisurely pace, pressing the length of his body as he held her wrists, kissing her as he worked his cock inside her. His tongue fucked her mouth in time to his thrusts, and she took him in gladly, greedily. The pleasure built more slowly, more steadily than it had last time, but when it finally crested over them it was no less intense. Rather than a tidal wave crashing, she felt as though she was being lifted into the clouds, and floated back gently as a snowflake on a breeze.
“Will you stay?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.
“Stay?”
“With me. As my lover. I want you to be mine. Only mine.”
Her mind drifted back to the night of pleasure they’d had; to how he’d opened her eyes, awakened her sexual side. No man had ever taken an interest in her the way he had, to the extent that he took the time to care for her pleasure, to teach her new things about herself and her body rather than focusing on his own pleasure. She had liked the things they had done together, and even though she’d always been taught that such things were taboo, she felt no shame in it. In fact, her body practically glowed with pleasure and happiness that she’d finally found a man who was willing to be a sexual partner in the truest sense of the word.
“I would love to,” she told him, running her fingers through his hair. “What you showed me last night was… incredible. I want more of that.”
“What I’ve shown you is only the beginning,” he told her with a wicked grin. “There is plenty left for me to teach you as your Master.”
“I am more than willing to stick around and be your student,” she told him with a grin of her own.
“I am glad to hear it. Do you have time for another lesson?”
“Always.”
He wrapped his arms around her, and she kissed him.
Several months later…
Katherine gasped at the shock of cold as Mark fastened a pair of clamps, made icy from the freezer, to her protruding nipples. She was on her knees in front of the fireplace in his living room, and the heat from the roaring fire in the hearth against her naked body only made the contrast that much sharper. Her hands were bound behind her back, a blindfold around her head, so that she was forced to rely purely on sound and sensation.
She could feel a very slight displacement of air around her as her Master walked a slow circle around her; she knelt at attention, her body stiff as a bow as she waited in anticipation. He’d not told her his plans when he’d walked through the door that evening, but she knew he was in a mood; he’d had to fire an employee today for directly going against his orders and screwing up a multi-million dollar deal. At the end of the day he’d sent her back to his mansion ahead of him and told her to be naked and waiting for him on the hearth rug in his bedroom.
When he’d walked through the double doors of his bedroom, a slight shiver had gone down her spine at the dangerous glint in his eye. He’d started up the fire, fixed the blindfold on her eyes and told her not to say a single word. She knew that he expected, no, needed, complete obedience from her tonight after having to deal with the man who had so blatantly flaunted disregard for his authority.
Still, he hadn’t said she couldn’t make any sound, and so she cried out freely when she felt the sting of a riding crop against her bottom. Holding herself rigid, she tilted her head to the ceiling as she took the flogging, savoring each sting, each crack that snapped through the air. In her mind’s eye she imagined the welts that were rising on her smooth, creamy skin, and her breath grew sharper, faster. She always traced the markings lovingly afterward; they were a gift, as far as she was concerned.
It hadn’t always been this way, she reflected briefly even as her body sang with the pleasure/pain. In the beginning she’d been nervous, even against the idea of letting Mark inflict pain on her. But these past few weeks he’d shown her just how good it could be.
“Very good, Katherine,” he said, his deep voice like a physical caress along her spine. She whimpered when he tugged on the nipple clamps, sending twin lances of pleasure and pain through the front of her. Wetness dribbled down the inside of her left thigh; her pussy ached so badly it was all she could do not to beg him for release. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”
There was a slight rustling behind her, followed by a tiny crack, and then she gasped when she felt the wet, icy shock of an ice cube pressed directly between her shoulder blades. He slid it slowly, torturously down the curve of her spine, lingering at the small of her back. She bit her lip when the ice came in contact with the welts, as he traced the shrinking cube along each line. Once he followed the trail of ice with his hot tongue, eliciting a surprised moan of pleasure from her.
“You’re so hot,” he murmured against her skin. “You’re burning up my ice.”
She heard another small crack that she recognized as the sound of an ice cube being removed from a tray, and tensed, expecting the cold against her bottom agai
n. Instead she felt hot, muscled flesh; strong arms banding around her as she was pulled against her Master’s chest. The hairs on his chest teased her bare skin, and she smiled slightly as his hard cock rubbed lightly between the globes of her ass. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she offered her neck, but he only nuzzled briefly.
“You’re so ready,” he whispered against her ear. “But there’s more. Much more.”
He pressed the ice cube against her clit, and she screamed. The chuckle vibrating against her ear was low and dangerous, and he dug strong fingers into her hip to keep her from bucking as he continued to torture her, sliding the ice cube against her folds, mingling the icy burn of the melting water with her juices. When he slid a finger inside her pussy, her entire body trembled as she clenched around him. It only took a second finger and two quick thrusts before she came, barely managing to hold back his name on her lips as she screamed her pleasure.
There was no time for her to recover; he pushed her legs open and slammed his cock into her while she was still riding the waves of the orgasm. Her thigh muscles quivered as she took it; with her hands bound, she had nothing else for leverage. She came twice before he pushed forward onto the ground and spewed his seed all over her back, her name on his lips the sweetest thing she’d ever heard. She lay there for a long moment, listening to the crackle of the fire and the sound of their breathing, then let out a quiet sigh when he undid her bonds and her blindfold.
“Come,” he commanded as he pulled her to her feet. “Let’s take a bath.”
*
In the morning, she cracked open an eye and rolled over, her muscles loose and limber from the massage he’d given her last night. The welts still smarted, but she relished the pain; it was a constant reminder of her sexual growth, of her good fortune that a man like him would take it upon himself to teach a woman like her.