The Models (Leashes & Lace Book 7)

by Shaw Montgomery

  Fuck. He was too good at this game.

  I whimpered again, digging my toes into the carpet to give me something else to focus on. The sting and stretch were almost too much and I could feel my orgasm starting to push toward the surface. I knew without even asking that I couldn’t come yet. He’d just started torturing me with pleasure and humiliating perfection.

  When he abruptly pulled out his fingers leaving me empty, I whined again, arching my ass up. It was enough to earn me a spank that had lightning shooting up my spine. “Naughty slave.”

  Then he chuckled as something slick and cool brushed over my hole. “But I should be glad you like being used.” As the toy slid inside me, Master laughed quietly again. “Yes, needy slaves are best. But I’ve got to help you get in the right mind-set. You’re still thinking too much to be the perfect slave.”

  The toy just kept inching inside me, and the slow penetration as he talked about making me his perfect slave made it even better. When it finally stopped and my hole clenched down around the base of the plug, it was like I could feel it all the way to my throat. It was thin, but it had to be even longer than Devin’s cock. I wasn’t sure if I was too full or not full enough. It was stiff and didn’t have the stretch of a real cock, but it was incredible.

  “Now for the finishing touch.” His hand came down hard on my ass before I could find the brain cells to wonder what would finish off the crazy long plug.

  The sounds that escaped as he spanked me were desperate and crazy, but I couldn’t hold them back. The mix of everything had my brain scrambling to put two sounds together to make a word. Telling him how good it felt and how close I was to coming was impossible.

  When I thought it was just too much and my orgasm would explode at any second, Master wrapped his fingers around my cock in an almost vice-like grip and kept up the painful pleasure. “My slave likes his spanking a little too much. I can’t have you coming yet. Those panties are perfect, but they need you to be erect for me to really enjoy them.”

  Heat was spreading across my ass as I shivered and whined. Master had no mercy on me. “If I have to get a cock ring out and ruin the line of those panties, it will be days or maybe even weeks before you come, slave.” He stopped spanking me long enough to palm my balls. “I wonder how full these would get if I kept you restrained for weeks?”

  He was too perfect.

  His brain was so devious it had to be the sexiest part about him.

  Devin gave them just enough of a tug that it had my breath catching in my lungs. My eyes almost rolled back in my head as his hand came down on my ass again, that time low on my cheek. “That’s much better. Yes, I think I’m going to make sure you have a constant red ass. It looks perfect this way.”

  No matter how he said the words it would have been hot, but the dismissive way he said it like he was picking out new cushions for his couch made it mind-meltingly erotic. When he gave the end of the plug a tap, I thought I’d go out of my mind. “Yes, that’s very nice.”

  The couch was well-decorated.

  I felt him ease the fabric of my panties between my cheeks as he stroked my ass one last time. “Yes, I’m definitely going to keep this sexy ass on display and all decorated.”

  He was going to kill me.

  I just hoped he’d know it would be a fabulous way to go.

  “Stand up. I’ve taken more time than I expected to get you ready.” The dismissive tone was frustrated and so erotic I wanted to moan again.

  But following his order had that moan breaking loose and I could feel precum staining the panties. The plug was incredible. Each shift had it pressing against my prostate, making me want to squirm to see how good it would feel.

  Master had a different plan, though.

  As I turned, he scanned down my body, inspecting me and nodding. “You’ll do. Kneel.”

  Kneeling required more coordination and brainpower than I could find. As my legs shook, Master took my hand to steady me and I sank down to the floor. Once the movement stopped, I got control of the pleasure again, but for a split second, it was close.

  Too many more up and downs and I’d come.

  As I looked up at Master, I could see the desire and possession in his eyes. I knew how he felt about me, but something about the look of ownership he gave me sometimes made me feel even more loved. His fingers trailed down my cheek. “Almost done.”

  When he reached over and opened the nightstand drawer, I wasn’t sure what to expect. The slim leather collar and leash wasn’t anywhere on my list of guesses, though. Master smiled as he carefully wrapped the soft leather around my throat and fastened it just snug enough that I could feel it every time I moved. It wasn’t too tight, but I’d never forget it was there.

  When the leash was finally attached, it was like something clicked in my brain turning everything off. All I felt was pleasure and happiness as he smiled and took the leash in his hand. “That’s my beautiful slave.”

  “Stand.” As he gave the leash a firm tug, he reached out and took my hand. When I was standing somewhat steadily and hadn’t orgasmed, he released my hand and stepped back until the leash was pulled taut.

  He just stared, inspecting every inch from the tip of my dick to my collar and everything in between. “Very nice.”

  Something about the simple, dismissive words made me feel like the most beautiful slave he’d ever seen. I’d pleased him. It was like I’d been waiting for this moment forever. “Thank you, Master.”

  He gave me a faint smile, nodding as he started leading me out to the living room with the leash.

  A leash.

  Evidently, he’d really been paying attention to the random things I’d agreed to.

  I had a split second to wonder what that meant for some of the other odd things I’d confessed to finding interesting before he stopped by the couch. “Kneel.”

  His hand came out to steady me again as the plug shifted when I lowered myself to the floor. By the time I was in the right position, I was breathing heavily and my panties were even more damp, but I was kneeling, which made Master happy.

  “Very good.” As he started to arrange the leash neatly down my chest so it pooled on my erection, the doorbell rang.

  Shit.

  He must have seen my growing panic because he shook his head, cupping my cheek. “No one can see you from the door. I’m not going to put my slave on display for just anyone.”

  I was starting to relax again as he walked toward the door, but then I realized what he’d said.

  Just anyone…

  If he wasn’t going to put me on display for just anyone…who was the someone?

  Closing my eyes, I ignored everything else and thought back to our conversations. The list of people we’d discussed who might see me submitting or as part of our weekend was so small I couldn’t remember it.

  The smell of Chinese food hit me as footsteps started walking back into the room. Opening my eyes, I turned to see Master smiling, holding a bag from our favorite restaurant. “You were a very good slave.”

  Something in his smile turned wicked as he sat down on the couch, his legs straddling my kneeling body. “I think that deserves a reward. I know it was hard for you.”

  Hiding from the delivery guy shouldn’t be considered hard, but yeah, it had been.

  “Thank you, Master.” Having him there in front of me made it easier to push away the random worries that were trying to wiggle back in.

  Master set the bag down on the floor and started stroking my face and down my neck. It was so relaxing I found my eyes closing and just soaking up the way his fingers loved me. So I was completely unprepared when the gigantic plug started to vibrate.

  My entire body arched off the floor as I shook.

  Master chuckled as I groaned, desperately fighting the urge to come. As the vibrating stopped and I slumped back to the floor, I gasped and straightened as the plug pushed against my prostate again.

  Master was evil.

  But as I opened my
eyes, his smile was so tempting and beautiful I found myself wanting to curl into him. “Did you like your reward, slave? It’s not often you get pleasure without having to work for it.”

  As I fought to find the words to respond, I had to remind myself that it was a fantasy for the weekend. There was a little part of me that wanted to believe it was all real. It was too perfect. “Thank you, Master.”

  He stroked one finger down my cheek tenderly. “I’m going to let you thank me properly after dinner.”

  Instead of explaining what that meant, he just left the sexy promise hanging there as he reached for the food. I wanted to huff and whine for more, but that would only lead down the path of being punished and that wasn’t what I was fantasizing about.

  “Thank you, Master.” Whatever way I got to thank him would be erotic and incredible and I wasn’t going to obsess about it.

  Not obsessing was hard.

  He smiled as he opened one of the small white containers, nodding again like I’d pleased him. “So polite. I clearly picked out the best slave.”

  Every time he talked about picking me out it got easier to sink into the fantasy. “Thank you, Master.”

  As he pulled out the chopsticks, he nudged my knee with one leg, causing the end of the leash to fall to the floor. “Spread your legs wider. I can’t see my toy. I need to make sure you stay hard.”

  That wasn’t going to be a problem.

  But I opened my legs wider and shifted so my erection was more prominent. I could feel my face heating as the damp patch became more obvious. Master chuckled and shifted his foot again to push my balls and cock up. “It looks like my slave is enjoying his plug.”

  I was enjoying everything.

  Even the early parts that were embarrassing.

  Not that I was ready to confess that.

  I might never be ready to confess that.

  “Yes, Master.” I moaned as his foot jostled the plug. “Ohhh…”

  Master laughed quietly again, thoroughly enjoying playing with his slave. “Now if you start losing your erection, I expect you to tell me you’re naughty and your cock isn’t pretty any longer.”

  I couldn’t.

  It was just…

  “Or I could make my slave say something even—”

  I jumped in, being bad and interrupting. “I’ll be good, Master.”

  I just wasn’t sure my heart could take him finishing that sentence.

  “That’s what I thought.” He was still wearing the sexy smirk when he brought the first piece of beef to my lips. “I know what a good slave you want to be.”

  As I sucked the food off the chopsticks, his smile turned heated. “I’m going to help you become the best slave you can be.”

  If he kept saying things like that, we’d never have the issue of me losing my erection.

  Chapter 3

  Devin

  He’d eaten while kneeling at my feet before, but something felt different tonight. Maybe it was the needy, loving look on his face or maybe it was just knowing he’d given himself completely to me, but it was all I could do to keep from rushing as we ate. There was so much I wanted to explore with him and so many things I thought would send him flying.

  Holding back and going slow was almost painful.

  When he was done, shaking his head as I brought the last dumpling to his lips, I started gathering up the trash. As I stood, I leaned down and tilted his head up so he was looking at me. “Do I need to take you into the bathroom and get you ready?”

  It took a few long seconds before the question clicked and a blush flashed over his face. “No, Master…I’m…I…I’m ready.”

  I’d been pretty sure he’d taken the time at home to clean up, but I wasn’t going to assume. Especially since it was on his “it makes me nervous but I’m still going to agree to try it” list. “Alright, then I won’t worry about it tonight. I’ll just clean you out tomorrow.”

  His brain couldn’t seem to decide if he was turned on, embarrassed, or both.

  His dick knew exactly how it felt.

  It was dripping more precum, and the front of his panties stayed tented and damp like they had through the rest of the evening. He took several slow breaths and swallowed before nodding. “Yes, Master.”

  When in doubt, be polite and hope Master will forget tomorrow.

  It was a good plan for some things—but not something that would make him so excited and nervous. No matter what his brain wanted to protest, he was curious about a lot of things. But what he kept forgetting was that there were plenty of people who found the same topics interesting, and I loved taking care of him.

  Point blank.

  Full stop.

  I stroked one finger down his chest and smiled, probably a bit wickedly. “I like taking care of my slave. Knowing you’re at my mercy and need me for everything turns me on.”

  His dick jerked, but he was back to nodding and swallowing, so I knew he was still processing everything. That just said it was time for another distraction. “Wait right there.”

  Heading into the kitchen, I reached into my pocket and pressed the remote on the plug. It was long enough that it didn’t simply hit his prostate but vibrated deep inside him as well. I hadn’t been completely sure it would be comfortable, but the way he’d jerked and rocked before said he’d liked the toy.

  Quiet whimpers came from the living room as I threw away the trash. “That must not feel good enough. I can hardly hear my slave.”

  Before Spencer had the chance to huff or pout, I increased the vibrations. A gasp and low moan echoed from the living room. “That’s much better. When I’m rewarding my slave with pleasure, I want to hear how good it feels.”

  Drawing attention to himself was not something Spencer loved but pleasing me was, so the needy sounds gradually grew louder as the vibrations continued. By the time I went back into the living room, he was arched off the floor again with his cock jerking in the silky panties.

  But he hadn’t come.

  Turning down the setting, I went over to the couch and sat down again. Running my hand over his cheek, I stroked down his face and neck. “I love watching you this way. So pretty for me and so needy. A slave should always desperately need his Master.”

  My warning about how carefully I was going to clean him tomorrow was gone from his mind. In its place were wide, desire-filled eyes, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to come. It was that beautiful need that I had to be careful of.

  I couldn't have my slave coming too soon.

  “Stand up.” Turning off the toy, I took his hands. I had to wait as the order worked its way through the desire and he started fighting to make his legs work.

  He’d been kneeling for a while so I held him carefully as he straightened. When he was steady, I reached down and massaged his thighs, watching for any indication he was too uncomfortable. Seeing he was fine, I traced one finger down the damp length of his erection. “I have a naughty little slave. You’ve gotten your panties all dirty.”

  He let out a low moan and his cock seemed to throb in my hands. He liked being a dirty little slave. “It seems like my slave needs to work on his control. I can’t have you disobeying me.”

  Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the small leather strap that would keep him from coming too soon. “Since you were so good earlier, I’m going to help my slave and keep you from being a bad boy. What should you say to that?”

  His brain was still skipping around, so as I carefully eased the fabric over his cock, it took several seconds before he found an answer. “Thank…thank you, Master.”

  “So polite.” I trailed one finger around the leaking head. “A polite but very dirty slave.”

  Oh yeah, he was ready to come.

  Wrapping the restraint around his cock, I stopped playing directly with his dick and stroked his thighs and balls instead. When he was safely bound and the panties were back in place, I nodded and teased the head again. “That’s better. I’m going to let you thank
me later. You’re going to be too busy for the time being.”

  Words were hard and complex thoughts were still difficult even though I’d turned the plug off, so I didn’t make him guess. “Turn around.”

  Resting back against the couch, I relaxed and took in the beauty of my sweet boy as he moved. He always compared himself to the twinks and tiny models, but he was incredible in his own way. He had a strength they would never have, and I loved the broad chest and tapered waist that just accentuated his sexy dick.

  And fuck…that ass.

  “Stop.” I looked around and made sure I could reach the remote and lube I’d set out earlier. When everything looked fine, I reached out and moved the scrap of fabric that was covering his hole. “Lean forward.”

  Being put on display for me had his face heating again and a shiver running through him. I knew part of the reaction was the plug moving in him, but the faint humiliation of bending over felt just as good to him. Carefully easing the plug out, I watched the long length as he gasped and moaned again.

  When it was out, I tossed it to the floor and dipped one finger inside my sexy slave. “Very good. You’re still nice and slick for me.”

  The frank appraisal of his body had him trying to hide how turned on he was, but there was no way I could miss the needy sounds he made. “Step back. No. Stay bent over.”

  It was slightly awkward, but he took two small shuffles back until his legs pressed against the couch. As he moved, I’d quickly freed my cock. I was still completely dressed except for my erection, which was straining toward my sexy boy. “Sit down on me. You’re going to be my cock warmer.”

  His body stiffened for a second. He must have been thinking about the conversation we’d had about how I could use his body to simply keep my dick hard. He’d thought it was hot but not too difficult…he was going to get a chance to test out that theory.

  As he sat back, I steered his ass over my cock and tried to brace his descent. He relaxed, taking me in one long movement. His body was vibrating with energy as I wrapped my arms around him and caressed his chest, tweaking his nipples.