Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender

by Opal Carew

  Spook turned his arms upwards so that she could see them properly.

  Alle drew a finger along one of the silvery lines. “What happened?”

  “I didn’t cut deep enough,” he said, trying to avoid lacing the words with too much emotion.

  “Did you really want to die?”

  He resorted to the vodka again to fill the moment of awkwardness. “Yeah,” he agreed, once he’d swallowed another slug of fire. “But I don’t any more. It was a long time ago, before Black Halo even existed.”

  She nodded, accepting his words as truth, then curled her fingers around his to extract the glass from his grip. She set it aside on the floor. “Will you kiss me?” she asked.

  Spook shook his head, choosing to speak only when a veil of sadness slipped over her face. “Not yet. You smell of Xane. You’re in his clothing.” He eyed the black shirt vexatiously, eyes narrowed. “Take it off.”

  “Then you’ll kiss me?”

  “I’ll do something.”

  Her mouth formed a smirk. “How good a something?”

  A smile stretched across his lips too. “Depends how good the view is.”

  “Cheeky,” she slapped his knee. Then bit her lip and looking sorry.

  Spook spread his legs, so there was space for her to slide into. “Come here,” he beckoned.

  Alle shuffled into the space on her knees. Her gaze fastened upon his fingers as he unfastened each of the tiny buttons at the front of the shirt. After the first five, it was loose enough to fall from her shoulders, revealing soft, milky skin, dappled by pale freckles. The black fabric pooled in the creases of her arms. Spook stuck to the task of unfastening every button, only allowing himself to feast on the sight of her once the shirt lay in a heap on the far side of the room.

  The lady was gorgeous. He thought so, and his cock definitely agreed. It was good to know they were of one mind. Spook drew her forward, curving his hand around the back of her neck as he delivered on his promise. He didn’t kiss her exactly, at least, not in the way she so clearly wanted him to. Rather, he brushed the two surfaces together, keeping the caresses whisper light, and refusing to be drawn into anything deeper and steamier. At the same time, he explored her shoulders with a feathery touch, and then swept lower until the centres of his palms circled over her nipples. She shivered, and he pinched; claiming the steepled points between thumbs and fore-fingers.

  “Ah!” She breathed hard into his mouth as a little explosion of pain also caused her to shiver.

  Spook tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled, making her arch her back, and offer her breasts up to him. He claimed them with his mouth, and then alternated been sucking hard and pinching harder, while her sighs goaded him into greater effort. Yes, he did want this. She’d set him alight the moment he first set eyes on her, and that desire had never faded. Maybe they could make it work, and have something good together. He just couldn’t quite eradicate all his doubts.

  Still, he could try. She was here — definitely willing, and definitely eager. The scent and taste of her skin intoxicated him.

  The tips of her nipples were soon red, and her breath began to catch along with every slow pull. Still, he knew how important it was to keep things properly mixed up, sharp in one moment, and feather light the next. Too much pain and she’d hit sensory overload, but nor did he want to keep the gas turned down too low.

  He blew on the reddened peaks in order to cool their fever.

  Alle’s head hit the floor. Her shoulders followed. Spook covered her with his body, so their hips aligned. Finally, he gave in and kissed her poor worried lips until they were red from something other than her own teeth marks. Their tongues danced to the same rhythm as their hips. It wasn’t enough to merely be close; they were sharing one breath, while desperately clinging on to one another, trying to find some way to get closer.

  It was only when Alle shoved her hands inside his lounge pants that Spook decided that lingering too long in one place might not be such a good idea, because the lady was more sensation junkie than any sort of submissive. Her teeth scraped the curve of his chin as he lifted his head. Then she licked a line down his throat, over his Adam’s apple.

  “I want to touch you. I want to explore every damned inch of you.” She dug her nails into the cheeks of his arse.

  Spook captured her hands and decided maybe she was simply set on provoking him, because aside from a little token protest, she didn’t fight over him dictating terms. “My turn first. Your turn is only when I say it is.”

  She pouted and attempted to plant a kiss mid-way down his chest. “That hardly seems fair. I think I should be allowed to massage all my most favourite bits.”

  If she did, he’d climax in seconds, and probably so hard there’d be no chance of a reprise until a week on Thursday.

  Instead, Spook chose to move himself out of reach. He reclaimed the glass of vodka she’d taken from him earlier. This time he didn’t raise it to his lips, but dribbled the cold liquid into her navel.

  Alle squeaked in surprise as the alcohol hit her. Spook leaned in and supped it from the indent of her belly button. She squirmed at the tickle of his tongue, but not so much that she set rivulets rolling across her belly. Spook refilled the well a few times, before drawing patterns on her abdomen with his tongue, and winding a sensual pathway down to her pussy.

  Funny, time could dull so much, but he knew how to do this as if he were still well practised.

  The first taste of her was definitely the sweetest. Leastways, he believed that until he took another taste, and another. It took far too much effort to pull himself away from her. He’d forgotten how addictive the taste of a woman could be. No wonder the guys were forever buried between various ladies’ thighs.

  “Turn over, Alle. Get on your knees.” She was less likely to cause trouble on all fours, where her limbs were needed for balancing. That, and he admitted to a certain fascination with her arse. Its soft and peachy curves cried out for a nice scarlet blush.

  Impishly, she waved her naked rear. Taunting him as if to say, go on then. I dare you. No, I double… triple… quadruple dare you.

  “Goading people isn’t a very pretty behaviour,” he remarked.

  She clucked her tongue. “I’m not goading people, only you.” She wriggled her arse a little more, but when that failed to get a response, she inched backwards until she collided with his loins.

  A long expressive curse left Spook’s lips in advance of him even processing the notion of retreat. And then all rational thought migrated to his toes as she started a raw bump and grind against his cock that left him so heated, he was sure certain bits of him were genuinely on fire.

  Damn her. “St-stop it,” he croaked, trying to still her by grasping her hips. Only that didn’t quite work out how he’d anticipated because all the moving about on his knees somehow caused his lounge pants to snag and drag the elastic down his hips. His cock took no time at all to rear above the waistband and find itself a nice cosy resting place between the plump cheeks of her arse.

  “Mmmm,” she crooned. “Mmmnn… Are you bare? Christ, you are, you’re bare. Oh, that’s so good. Closer, Spook, I want to feel your dick. I want you inside of me, fucking me hard.” She flicked her hair backwards, so the red curls rested upon her back.

  Yes, he remembered her request, hair pulling and hard fucking.

  Tempting. So very tempting, but no. Not even ten times the number of thwarted orgasms he’d experienced today would cause him to tromp down that pathway without first being certain that a fully physical relationship was the right course for them.

  He pulled away from her fast, his breath heavy in his lungs, and tried to tuck the monster causing him grief back into his pants. Of course it didn’t work. The damn thing wasn’t interested in being caged, and one feeble piece of elastic had no chance against this steel bar. The only option was to shift his focus onto something else.

  He recalled what she’d been angling for in the first place. All right, if s
he wanted his hand cracked against her arse, he’d oblige. She hissed sharply through her teeth as his palm raised a bright red bloom.

  “More,” she pleaded. “Make the whole of my backside itch. Make it hurt good, Spook. I deserve it. You know it. You know how bad I’ve been, touching you in inappropriate places beneath the tablecloth, leaving my knickers behind in the limousine, and getting you all worked up and frustrated, when you’re trying so hard to be a good boy.”

  He’d never tried to be a good boy. His decision to abstain from sex had nothing to do with morality.

  “I know that’s not really you. I haven’t had to dig very deep to find the filthy rocker that hides beneath your frosty exterior. You like it all ways, don’t you, Spook. Tell me the best sex you ever had wasn’t as dirty as fuck and hot enough to cook eggs on.”

  “Your arse is going to be sizzling at that temperature if you insist on psychoanalysing me.”

  “Promises, promises.” He landed a good thwack, hard enough to make his palm tingle and her gulp.

  “Fuck!” she squealed. A shiver rolled along the whole length of her spine, making her stretch and quiver. She quietened, but kept her back slightly arched to keep her bottom raised.

  Spook stared at the red bloom he’d made and realised he didn’t have either his phone or his camera on him. That was apparently another cardinal rule gone sailing out the window this evening. The interesting thing was, he couldn’t find enough fear inside himself to go seek either object out. Instead, he found himself dipping forward to run his tongue over her blazing skin.

  Holy hell, she purred like a spoilt cat. Spook kept his touch whisper light to begin with, tracing loops over her quivering behind. It wasn’t long before he sought the taste of her musk again. He used the very tip of his tongue to tease along the swollen lips of her pussy. That’s when she started to struggle to maintain her pose. It was hard to keep still when someone was doing a tantalizing tiptoe across your most intimate folds.

  Spook waited until he was sure her nerves were completely shredded and she was swaying her arse about attempting to manipulate him into providing greater contact, then instead of obliging her, he bit the plump flesh at the centre of the red blush he’d raised.

  Alle’s head whipped back in surprise. Simultaneously, a squeak burst free of her lips. “Oh, God! You cannot do that. You can not!” Her hips rose and fell; her pussy grew ever more wet and eager. “I need to you fuck me, Spook. I need you inside me now.”

  “If we’re doing this, that’s my one unbreakable rule,” he said. It actually felt good to state it, and not have the thought bouncing around inside his skull. “No penetration.”

  “Yes, but… I thought… I thought we were agreeing to give things a chance.”

  “So we are. But everything stops at the doors.” And by doors he meant all the delicious secret places of her body that his poor straining cock was so eager to go, but he was taking Xane’s advice on this and holding something in reserve, rather than blasting in, all cannons blazing.

  Of course, his cock protested as surely as Alle did, forcing him to take a moment to wrap his hand around it and give it some swift wrist action to appease it.

  Alle cocked her head to watch him. “If you jerk off and come over my rear, I swear I’m going to slap you silly.”

  “What about if I bring myself off by rubbing against you?”

  “Still a slapping offence,” she began, only for her words to turn into a whimpered mewl when he knelt behind her and rubbed his cock back and forth in the channel between her cheeks.

  “Maybe I’ll just accept I’m going to get slapped,” he laughed.

  This time she didn’t have any sort of comeback beyond some crazy panting sounds.

  Spook curled his fingers into the flesh and forced her cheeks around his erection. “How would you like me to fuck this tight little hole someday?” He nudged the head of his cock up against the tightly furled opening, just to make his point that bit more explicit, as if it wasn’t plain enough.

  As for her reply, he couldn’t quite make it out, something definitely affirmative though, with just enough hint of apprehension mixed in with the desire to ramp up his own longing for that moment.

  Someday, he’d do it. But not today. Today they were setting boundaries, not smashing them. Whatever else was going on between them, he wasn’t breaking rule number one, not even if he was as desperate to get inside of her as she evidently was to feel him fill her up.

  Of course, not being set on going all the way didn’t preclude him from full on teasing. Her cries became ever more breathless as he changed angle and rubbed his length along the split of her sex instead.

  She creamed all over him, making the glide even more fun.

  “I want you to fuck me any way you please,” she whispered. “Just as long as you do fuck me. You do know how to fuck, don’t you?”

  Was she serious? Nah, he realised, just desperately trying to get a rise out of him. Too bad he’d seen through her ploy.

  “This is as close as my cock is getting to dipping in inside of you, Alle.”

  She gave a strangled gasp. “That’s cruel. It’s cruel, Spook. You’re not this merciless.”

  Apparently he was, even if he did have trouble stilling the roll of his hips, and dragging his loins away from the soft promise of her curves. He resorted to the last of the vodka in order to harness a little restraint. Better alcohol on his tongue than her enveloping his cock. Well, not preferable, but wiser.

  Rather shockingly to him, his own breathing was nearly as rapid as hers. But why wouldn’t it be? This wasn’t just about him doing things to her. She wasn’t passively soaking up what he was dishing out. No, it was a two way process. He gave, and she returned. He acted because of those sounds; the croaked and half-strangled ones, the tiny mewls and outright shrieks. They all told him he was getting it right. Nah — not even merely right, but so right she couldn’t manage to articulate how good it was in anything longer than two syllables of the ‘ah’ variety.

  It seemed he hadn’t lost his touch, even if the only practice he’d had in virtually forever was in idle daydreams and when torturing Ash for the sheer hell of giving his best mate a thrill he didn’t know he wanted.

  Glass now empty, Spook returned to the task at hand by first kneeing her legs wider apart, and then lying on his back with his head directly under her pussy. Hands gripping her arse, he pulled her down to him so he could fuck her with his tongue.

  Ash might be the one with legendary licking skills, but he was the one who really appreciated that sex was predominantly in the mind. Sure, touch and the various other senses played a part, but tapping into the fantasies people played in their own minds was the real key. Alle, of course, had been only too willing to clue him in on the sort of things that made her wet. The lady was definitely more of a sensation whore than one for strict power differentials. She liked being restrained because it added an element of unpredictability to things. It meant she didn’t know where the next tease would come from, or whether it would be soft or sharp. Once they were both in Sweden, he was going to blindfold her and tease her senses for hours. Presently, she was too busy riding his tongue like it was the cock she so obviously hungered for. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly decided to give it to her. Well, not give it to her, but let her rub herself off against him, but he shuffled his way beneath her, until he was in a position to capture her nipples again. Just a sharp, short assault on them this time, to remind them of the initial buzz, then he was surrounded by her cloud of red hair, and seeking out her mouth to claim.

  “Settle down,” he urged, encouraging her to relax her limbs and press her body tight to his. Using his hand to ensure the angle was perfect, he slowly rubbed his dick against the slick folds of her pussy.

  “Fuck!” He almost regretted he wasn’t all dressed up in the condom Xane had given him when her heat surrounded him and her pussy promised to kiss every inch of his shaft if he’d only come this way a little. One tiny adjustmen
t to the angle of his hips was all it’d take. Then he’d dip deep into her well and go hurtling towards insanity at g-force four.

  One man could only take so much temptation, which put him in deep, deep shit.

  “Can’t give in,” he murmured. “Not this time, Alle. Not this time.”

  “I damn well can’t see any reason to wait.” She licked the sweat from his upper lip, as he continued to tease her pussy with his nearness.

  Being this close was torture and heaven all at once. His erection prodded mercilessly at her clit, making her pant like she was about to have a goddamned heart attack. He thought he might be on the verge of one himself.

  “Do it, Spook. Do me so hard I can feel you there for the whole of the next week.”

  She tried tugging on his hair and scratching his skin to gain his assent.

  Spook simply claimed her wrists and locked them down tight. Then he possessed her mouth. Movement alone had his resolve stretched to the absolute limits. Hearing her beg would unravel every promise he’d made to himself.

  “Just one inch,” she pleaded. “Just a taste.”

  One inch would never be enough. It was all or nothing with her, and while he was crazy close to climax, he hadn’t entirely lost his mind. If it was this difficult holding it together now, he’d stand no chance inside of her. None…what…so…fucking…ever.

  Fuck, he was there.

  He was so fucking there.

  He sucked in every breath through his teeth, fighting to hold orgasm off just one moment longer so that she’d arrive right along with him, but he was approaching it so fast, he wasn’t sure anything could catch him.

  Deliciously achy tingles pushed up from his balls and along the length of his shaft.

  The fuse was lit. Nothing was going to put it out.

  A long shudder rolled through Alle’s body and made her jerk her head backwards.

  She was right there ahead of him, her hips beating out the rhythm of her orgasm. She stared down at him, mouth open, inky pupils swimming with something he dared not think of as love, and an expression of utter delirium on her pretty face. He’d seen addicts stoned out of their minds who didn’t come close to portraying such utter blissful contentment.