Masters at Arms

by Kallypso Masters

  When he reached the sand and continued to carry her, she nipped lightly at his earlobe, and whispered, “Put me down, Damián.” His arms tightened around her even more. Lord, she loved the feel of his arms under her thighs and around her back.

  Why do I feel at home in the arms of this stranger?

  This man who simply made her feel. Period. She’d been numb for so long. How had he gotten past her fortress at all, much less in such a short time? A first for her with any man.

  After ten minutes or so, still not winded, he lowered her to the ground, letting her slide down his rock-hard body, allowing her to feel every contour of his chest and thighs. And a very erect penis. Savannah not only felt his erection, but her nipples tightened with the friction of his chest against hers. She’d never been aroused by a man, yet Damián had caused her clit to jolt and her panties to grow wet with little more than a look.

  Good Lord, Savannah Gentry was full-blown horny.

  Heady with her body’s response, she pulled his head toward hers and nibbled at his lips, then sucked on his full lower lip. He groaned and grabbed the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. His tongue dove inside her, claiming her mouth as his. Rather than repulse her, Savannah felt her pelvis tilt toward him automatically. He lowered one of his hands to the small of her back and ground her even tighter against his erection.

  When she thought her lungs would explode, she broke off the kiss, gasping for air, and laid her forehead in the crook of his neck. His pulse pounded as hard as hers.

  When he spoke, he sounded as if he’d run a 25-yard dash. “Madre de Dios.”

  Now he was winded. She smiled. What carrying her all that way hadn’t managed, a kiss had.

  Damián reached out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “Nice diversion, but we aren’t there yet.”

  Well, she was closer to there than she’d ever been before. Then she understood his meaning and looked around. Huge moss-covered rocks dotted the beach leading to an opening in the cliff. A small tidal pool sat at the entrance, surrounded by jagged rocks pounded relentlessly by the foamy waves. To her left were high cliffs with expensive homes barely clinging to their ledges. She was amazed the people living in the homes hadn’t claimed this beautiful spot as their own private sanctuary, rather than having it become a public-access beach. In Rancho, the residents would have put up a gate to keep out the riff-raff.

  A flock of gulls dove at them, begging for handouts. She wished she had something to feed them. When their insistent squawking didn’t yield the desired result, they flew down the nearly deserted beach hoping to find an easier mark.

  Her feet were soothed by the cold, wet sand. She could probably walk once they got to the soft sand on the other side of the tidal pool. How do you know there is soft sand on the other side?

  She squeaked when Damián bent down, pressed his shoulder against her stomach, then hoisted her over his massive shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Hey, put me down!”

  “I need to watch my footing or we’re both going to be sprawled on those rocks.”

  The view of his tight ass being brushed by her loose hair sent her stomach into a tailspin. She giggled. She held onto the towel still, but didn’t know what to hold to steady herself. His ass seemed as good a place as any. She slid her free hand into the back pocket of his jeans.

  “You’d better move your hands higher or I’m going to drop you here on the beach and have my way with you.”

  She moved her hands against his lower back instead, holding onto the waistband of his jeans. His hand molded against her butt, holding her steady. Another zing let her know her body was very much aware of his.

  She held on for dear life as he began walking. He navigated the rocks peppering the beach below with a sureness of foot, as though he’d been here many times. She looked down at the tidal pool and saw sea urchins clinging to the rocks.

  Savannah’s heart skittered, then slammed against her chest like a jackhammer. So familiar. She’d come here many times, as well.

  In her mind.

  “You okay?” he asked, concern in his voice, as he stopped.

  She realized her hands were gripping at his jeans harder than before. She managed to squeak out a “yes,” over the steady pounding of her heart. She didn’t need to see where they were headed. The jagged archway was the entrance to her cave. Her safe place beckoned them inside the cave. A brisk, cool breeze whipped her hair against her face. She hadn’t imagined the wind before when she’d escaped here. Or the strong arms holding her against a hard body.

  When he reached the center of the cave, he lowered her to her feet. He looked down at her expectantly, as if proud to show off his special place. Tears spilled from her eyes. Her private cave. She’d never shared it with anyone except Maman.

  Until now.

  She almost felt that if she turned around, Maman would be waiting for her, a picnic lunch spread on a blanket. Savannah couldn’t bring herself to look.

  Maman had left her. She didn’t even say goodbye. Savannah still loved her. She just wished Maman had taken her with her, rather than leaving her behind.

  Damián’s gentle, but firm hand cupped her chin and pulled her gaze upward as he tilted her head back. His brow furrowed and he cocked his head. Concern clouded his eyes. The only man who’d ever cared about her, taken care of her, now wanted to show her his special place.

  She wanted nothing more than to please him in return, even if there never could be a relationship between them. Tears spilled down her face, bitten by the cool breeze. They could only have this day. This moment in time.

  Because someone else owned her body.

  Until tonight, when, at last, the slave screwed the Master.

  * * *

  Damián brushed the wetness away from her cheeks. Tears? Why? “What’s the matter, querida?”

  She shook her head and more tears spilled from the outer corners of her eyes. “Just kiss me,” she whispered.

  He had no idea what had happened to the mood from when she’d been giggling on the beach. But the hard-on he’d been fighting against since he’d held her last night demanded he worry about all that stuff later. Right now, he held the most perfect woman in the world in his arms. She wanted to be kissed. By him. Before she vanished into thin air, he would give the lady what she wanted.

  His head lowered to hers, capturing her lips. So sweet—better than honey on sopapillas. He drew her lower lip between his teeth and into his mouth, sucking gently. When she moaned and pressed her pelvis against his, he decided he wouldn’t be able to slow this down. He needed to be inside her. Now.

  Mierda. How would he ever last long enough to make it good for her?

  His tongue entered her softness, then he sucked her sweet tongue into his mouth. He held her lower back with one hand, pressing her body against his hard-on. With his other hand, he brushed his fingers down her arm, then reached between their bodies to cup her tit. So full. Firm. Her nipple was rock-hard even before he squeezed it. Her hips jolted toward his.

  Damn. He needed to feel her naked skin against his. To see her beautiful body in this setting, erasing the image of the grotesque position he’d found her in yesterday. He wanted to see her hot and writhing beneath him, waiting for him to please her.

  Stepping back, he took the towel from her and spread it open on the wet sand to protect as much of her skin as he could. Then he unzipped his leather jacket with shaking hands and slid it down her arms. Rolling it into a pillow for her head, he placed it near one end of the towel.

  He reached down with both arms and pulled the hem of her dress up. She lifted his arms to aid him in removing her dress. His dick pressed painfully against his zipper. Precum wet his jeans.

  Jesús. Please let me last long enough to make it good for her.

  He reached between her breasts to unhook her black lace bra. Her breasts spilled out and he cupped them. She had bruises from the ropes last night. He hoped he wasn’t hurting her. His brown skin against her pale brea
sts caused his dick to strain even more. Then she skimmed her panties down her legs, careful not to pull at the bandages on her thighs. He throbbed when he saw her natural golden triangle of soft curls.

  Mierda. The only thought remaining in his brain was how much he needed to bury himself inside her. But he froze, unable to keep from staring at her body. Despite the reminders of last night’s torture, she was perfection. Her nipples became swollen, begging for attention. He bent down to draw one hard peak inside his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, causing her nipple to swell even more. She hissed air between her teeth, grabbing him by the sides of his head, causing his dick to throb even harder. His hand cupped the neglected other peak and he rolled it between his fingers. Hard. She gasped, tilting her golden triangle against his zippered fly. His dick pulsated even more.

  Madre de Dios, he couldn’t wait much longer. Maybe if he kept his jeans on, he’d be able to stretch this moment out. Pressing her down onto the towel and his jacket, he kissed her lips again, his hand skimming lightly along her abdomen as he sought the downy curls between her thighs. His finger stroked between her outer lips and she opened her legs for him. Wet. Her pussy was so fucking wet.

  Pulling away, he looked down at her.

  “I’m sorry. I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”

  She smiled and nodded, reaching down to grab his dick through the denim.

  He pulled away. “If you touch me like that, I’m not going to last until I get inside you.” He quirked the corner of his mouth and shrugged. She released him and smiled.

  “Open for me, querida.”

  When she spread her wings wide for him, like the beautiful mariposa she was, he felt pride surge in his chest. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. How had something so delicate, so perfect, flitted into his life?

  Knowing this moment would be fleeting, in more ways than one, he decided to create enough memories to last a lifetime. He changed his next course of action.

  * * *

  Savannah’s clit throbbed. Please, touch me again. She’d never asked a man for what she wanted and couldn’t start now. She should have helped him take off his jeans, but had been so lost in the sensations of his hands and mouth on her body, all functional thoughts had left her brain.

  Expecting him to take them off himself now, she was taken aback when his head bent toward her pussy. She tried to close her legs, then gasped at the friction of the bandages against her raw skin.

  He leaned back and looked up at her. “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head. It wasn’t his fault. Still, he mustn’t look at her there. She felt heat rise in her face. Shame. But he continued to hold her legs open wide. Waiting.

  “Please, let me taste you.”

  Savannah felt her face grow hotter. He was begging? How could she deny him? No one had ever asked before. It was dark in here. He wouldn’t be able to see. She nodded her head and watched as he smiled, then lowered himself to her again. When his tongue flitted against her swollen clit, all thought receded. Her pelvis surged toward his mouth.

  “Ohh!”

  Empowered, he took his finger and wet it against the opening of her vagina, then plunged inside her in one strong stroke. “Yes, Damián! Oh, Lord, yes!” The combination of his tongue and finger were delicious. Then another finger joined the first and he moved them in a “come here” motion that was her undoing. An odd pressure built inside her making her feel she could fly. She bucked against his hand and mouth, simulating intercourse. No, more like lovemaking. There was a difference, she was discovering.

  She couldn’t hold back. When would he enter her? Then his lips were gone and she felt his eyes on her as his fingers began to plunge in and out of her. “Explode for me, bebé. Don’t hold anything back.”

  His tongue returned to draw gentle circles against her clit and she came undone. Her screams of ecstasy crashed against the walls of the cave as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. She held his head to her, pulling fists full of his hair free of his queue, not wanting the moment to end for anything. But it did. Tears spilled from her eyes. The intense beauty of the orgasm left her feeling fragile. Wanting more.

  Feeling lost.

  Then Damián stood and removed his jeans. She watched his penis spring loose, large and erect. Oh, Lord. He’d never fit inside her.

  Propping himself on his elbows, he pressed his body down against her chest. Smothered. She couldn’t breathe. “No!” She pushed him off her chest, gasping to fill her lungs.

  Breathe, Savi. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

  She opened her eyes. Damián looked down at her and brushed her hair away from her face. “What’s wrong, querida?”

  Oh, God. She didn’t want him to stop. And she didn’t want to explain why she couldn’t have him on top of her. “I need to see your face when you make love with me.”

  He smiled and propped himself up on his hands. Lord, he was so beautiful. He pressed his erection against her sensitive clit. She pulled his face toward hers and met him halfway, kissing his full, wet mouth. Unlike their kiss on the beach, this time she tasted herself on his lips. How strange. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she felt his penis throbbing against her clit, which responded in kind. Her nipples tightened and budded.

  He pulled back, propping himself on one hand. The veins in his arms bulged as he took his penis and rubbed it up and down against her wet pussy lips. Each time he touched her clit, she surged upward.

  “Oh, bebé. You’re so fucking sexy.”

  The sweet sentimental endearment, coupled with such a crude word, sent her libido into overdrive. She reached down and guided him to the opening of her vagina. “Please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  “Oh, shit.” He started to pull back. “I don’t have protection.”

  Savannah smiled that he would be concerned, but she knew there wouldn’t be time for a baby to grow inside her. The thought of continuing life as she’d known it when Damián took her home tonight was even more unfathomable than yesterday when she’d made her decision to end her life. She only had today and she wanted to experience being made love to more than any other dying wish.

  So she lied to him. “I’m on the pill.”

  His eyes grew smoky as he balanced himself on both hands and rammed his penis inside her to the hilt. She grunted, feeling as if she’d been split apart.

  “I’m sorry. You’re so fucking tight.” He lay still, waiting for her to adjust to his size. His breathing was shallow and rapid, as was hers. She felt him throbbing inside her and tilted her pelvis, taking him deeper. “That’s right, bebé. Fuck me.”

  She wrapped her legs around his back, letting her feet rest against his buttocks as she let him deeper inside. He pulled almost completely out of her, then she drove him home inside her again. Tilting her pelvis, she matched him stroke for stroke. She’d never felt so full, as if the tip of his rod touched her cervix. She reached up and placed her hands on his upper arms, feeling the strength and sinew in his muscles as his strokes grew faster. Harder. Each upward thrust of his penis jolted against her clit. Even though the friction wasn’t enough for her to come, she didn’t care.

  Savannah just wanted to feel Damián possessing her, to feel him claiming her body. She’d never willingly given her body to any man. She felt empowered for the first time in her life. She’d chosen to be with him.

  Then he reached his hand between their bodies, his finger and thumb stroking her wetness. When he placed his thumb on the hood of her clitoris and used his thumb and finger to massage her, she screamed. “Ohhhh, God!” She closed her eyes. His thumb grazed her clit as he pounded into her vagina. Savannah felt an explosion building inside her, unlike anything she’d experienced before. She held on, her fingernails digging into his muscles. She panted, unable to catch a deep breath. Dizzy with the sensations roiling through her body, she groaned. So close. She’d never felt such euphoria.

  “Come for me again, bebé.”

  At his comma
nd, her world flew apart. She screamed as he covered her mouth with his own, capturing her cries of ecstasy and taking them into his body. Her hips bucked against his of their own volition.

  “I can’t hold back any longer, bebé.”

  “Please don’t! Come inside me!”

  With a groan, he lowered himself to his forearms and pumped harder. The pressure on her chest caused a moment of panic. Sweat broke out on her forehead. Breathe, Savi. Just breathe. Rather than closing his eyes, he stared intently at her. She couldn’t look away from his gaze either. The panic eased a bit. Not completely gone, but manageable. She’d never connected on such a personal level with another human being.

  He groaned and she felt the crest of another orgasm rising up inside her. Good Lord! Again? So soon? The muscles of her vagina pulsated around him, milking him dry. She closed her eyes and threw her head back in abandon. Her screams of release coincided with his earthy curse as he exploded inside her.

  Her body convulsed around him as the aftershocks wracked her body. As she floated back to earth, she felt his forehead pressed to her breast as he gasped for air. She needed to get him off her chest. Smothering.

  She threaded her fingers through his hair and grasped the sides of his head to pull him away until their gazes met. He looked disconnected. Lost. Oh, no! Hadn’t it been good for him? She’d become so used to just letting men do as they pleased with her body—an object, nothing but a receptacle—that she didn’t have the first clue how to give back. She’d never been emotionally engaged in the sex act before.

  Tears burned against the backs of her eyes. Why couldn’t she quit crying? She hadn’t given in to tears for such a long time. Now she was crying all the time.

  She looked at Damián as he gasped for air. He’d done all the work. Was there something she was supposed to do now? Had she failed him?

  “Fucking unbelievable.” He smiled.

  Oh, Lord. He liked it! A laugh of relief bubbled up inside her. His earthy language turned her on. He could talk dirty to her all day long.