by Tina Donahue
He chuckled. “I meant the mask.”
It felt weird but nice somehow, somewhat protective. “The mask is fine.”
“Good.” Mac cupped the back of Jodi’s neck and guided her to the post he’d used with Viv earlier. With no trouble at all, he slipped the chain at the top through the metal circle on her collar then tightened it. Within seconds, Jodi was restrained completely except for her legs.
“Spread your thighs,” he ordered.
They tensed at his rough tone. Heat poured to her pussy, which she sensed was already slippery with her juices.
Once she’d assumed the position, Mac padded to the table where Cait had dumped the props. He fished the strap from beneath the other stuff then stood in front of Jodi so she’d see him wrapping one end of the leather around his hand, while the other dangled threateningly.
Perspiration ran from Jodi’s hairline to her jaw, while her mouth and throat were parched. Swallowing wasn’t something she could manage. Breathing was a major effort. The ridge between Mac’s legs was immense. He had a monster hard-on, obviously super aroused by what he was about to do—punish her into submission.
Padding closer, he flicked the strap, testing it. Each snap was so curiously thrilling to Jodi and her body softened. She couldn’t recall another time when she’d felt as nude, vulnerable and fucking excited.
Frenzied jazz poured from the radio, a crescendo of piano, bass and drums. At last Mac positioned himself at Jodi’s side and placed his hand on her hip.
His touch was heavy and hot, sending a torrent of desire through her that tightened her throat even more and made her slightly dizzy. She gripped the post for support and tensed, waiting for the first lick.
Mac lifted his arm. Drums pounded. The strap hissed. A crack shot through the room as the leather connected with her ass. Seconds later the sting registered.
Jodi’s mouth opened on a gasp then a moan as Mac licked her again, choosing a different part of her ass. Precise, authoritative strikes that stunned her completely and made her yield even more.
Five times he brought the strap down on her, his strength restrained though not totally controlled. At last he tossed the leather aside.
It slapped against the hardwood floor.
Panting, Jodi sagged against the post and lifted her face, staring into Mac’s camera as he snapped his pictures.
Chapter Nine
The change in Jodi was so amazing, Mac couldn’t get enough of her fevered expression and glazed eyes. She’d surrendered all right, blinking slowly as though waking from a dream of dominance, possession, punishment…
A fantasy she clearly wanted them to continue.
Later. He’d had enough of discipline. It was time for possession.
Mac set his camera aside and released her from the post.
She slumped into him, her ragged breaths warming his neck. “What are you doing? We can’t be through.”
Not for a very long time.
He freed her hands and arms from the cincher then drew the ceiling chain through the rings on her slave bracelets. As he lifted Jodi’s arms, her head fell back, exposing her throat. Mac secured the chain then swooped down and suckled her pale, moist neck before heading for her nipples. The tips seemed harder than he recalled. So fucking amazing he didn’t want to stop licking them.
She shivered. “More.”
On his knees, Mac rested his hands on the insides of her thighs and parted her legs. Her muscles tensed from the unusual position and the unnatural height of her heels. Sliding his fingers to her ass then her furrow, he separated her cheeks.
A strangled noise poured from her. She pushed to her toes but her legs wavered so badly she sank back down.
Mac gripped Jodi’s ass to let her know he had her. No fucking way would he let her fall. He buried his face in her auburn curls, scented with her powdery fragrance and musk. Jesus. A sound of delight rushed from him. She blew out her air on a soft sigh.
With more tenderness than Mac knew he owned, he licked the length of her cleft, not at all surprised that her soft folds were puffy and parted for his enjoyment. He lapped her nub and tightened his hold on her. She’d pushed to her toes again. Unable to stay there for long, Jodi came back down to her heels, her knees sagging.
Mac reacquainted himself with her cunt and anus, already knowing the contours of each by heart. Her little nub was hard as could be and deliciously receptive to the exploration of his tongue, her anus wonderfully responsive to his probing finger. She tightened her muscles around it and pushed her pussy toward him, her reaction convincing him she wanted more.
He gave Jodi what they both desired and used her brazenly, mindful of each breath she took, the sounds she made, how her body responded to him.
She was his.
Mac suckled her hard clit, its rigidity a perfect complement to his stiffened cock.
Slipping his little finger into her anus—just as she’d done with his—Mac pressed against her narrow opening.
On a shuddering moan, Jodi surrendered then suddenly resisted as though she found the sensations too overpowering. The chains clacked as she repeatedly pulled on them.
To get free? No chance of that.
She tried to pull away but he was far stronger. Her Master. His mouth still on her clit, his finger explored her other sensitive area.
Fully trapped and used by him, Jodi groaned repeatedly, the sound interrupted by her halting breaths. She whimpered then cried out, still struggling.
Like the Dom she wanted him to be, Mac used her well, not allowing a moment of peace.
She was soon moist with perspiration, trembling from her attempts to fight him then crying out her climax. As it crashed through her, Mac licked faster, suckled harder and probed a bit deeper to let her know he was the fucking boss.
Incoherent words poured from Jodi. Her chest pumped as she labored for air. Mac finally rested his forehead against the gentle swell of her tummy and breathed hard, trying to control himself. He wanted inside her so badly it scared the shit out of him.
Never had he been like this with another woman. He’d have his fun then forgot about it.
Jodi’s scent and warmth, the person she was wouldn’t allow him to use her then leave her. He eased away to grab his camera then squeezed off shot after shot, capturing her as she floated down from the height of her pleasure, her head thrown back. The mask’s feathers wiggled with the cool air spilling down on them. When Mac pushed to his feet, Jodi’s lids fluttered, as though she were trying to open her eyes but couldn’t quite manage it.
Didn’t matter. He’d direct her in this, expecting her to obey his every command. With his body snug against hers, he released the chain that held her hands. Her arms dropped to her sides. She collapsed into him.
Her weight and heat continued to arouse Mac beyond anything sane or reasonable. With his arm around her waist, he led her to the table where Cait had left the props. Mac shoved them aside and attached Jodi’s slave bracelets to each other, her hands in front of her.
She lifted her face and searched his, obviously wanting an explanation as to where this would lead.
Time for show rather than tell. Mac grabbed a length of black silk he’d used in his shots with Viv. Tying one end around Jodi’s bound wrists, he looped the other on the leg of the table and pulled. The fabric grew taut, drawing Jodi to the edge of the wood.
“Bend over,” he ordered.
Her lips parted at his sharp command then the corners of her mouth lifted in a sinful smile. Resting her elbows on the table, she raised her ass.
His nuts and cock liked that, while his heart…
Mac didn’t want to go there. What he was beginning to feel was too unsettling, stealing his control. Getting a grip on himself, he padded away, feeling Jodi watch him. She didn’t say anything, no doubt knowing he’d be back.
Damn straight. He’d have to be crazy not to return. Mac grabbed a condom from the box in his desk then lowered his head to fight his dizziness. He couldn�
�t seem to catch enough breath. His smile was so wide it hurt. He hadn’t a clue what was happening to him except that he felt alarmed and elated in equal measures.
When he returned, Jodi squinted, clearly trying to get him into focus. She glanced at the foil packet he held. Her throat and face got rosy.
Mac wanted to skip the foreplay and simply get on with his pressing needs but couldn’t bring himself to do that. Jodi trusted him not to hurt her. Running his knuckles across her jaw, he murmured. “Tell me what you’re up for.”
“Everything.”
She hadn’t paused or hesitated. Mac did.
“Have you ever had anal sex?”
“No. Show me how great it can be. Teach me.”
Her faith in him was nearly too much to bear. It encouraged and humbled Mac. “If it hurts at all, let me know.”
“It won’t.”
He laughed softly and traced the edge of her mask with his fingers. “You can’t know that.”
“Well no, not if you keep talking about it rather than just seeing what happens. Go on. Do it.”
He cocked one eyebrow. “Who’s the boss here?”
“You keep saying you are. So act like it.”
Damn, she’d really changed. Mac ditched his clothes, rolled on the condom and used the moisture that had seeped from her pussy to lubricate her anus. Slowly, he turned his finger in her tight channel. “How’s this feel?”
She punched out the words. “Lewd. Depraved. Fucking awesome. Don’t stop.”
Mac’s lust wouldn’t allow that. They’d both come too far to turn back, not that he’d behave like a prick. Slowly he eased his crown into her narrowest opening, attentive to her reaction.
Jodi squeezed her fists and sucked air but didn’t seem in any real distress.
Reassured, Mac kept working his cock inside her. Once his crown was past her snug entrance, it was far easier to drive his remaining length inside. Not that he rushed. With painstaking care, he entered her slowly so she’d feel his hard shaft not only tunneling deeper but opening to him, allowing him to take command of this part of her.
The result was better than he’d expected. Her hot passage and tight hold on him had Mac groaning in delight. When their bodies finally touched, his head fell forward.
Jodi panted, “You okay?”
He couldn’t recall ever having felt better. Her cunt had been amazing. This was… Mac couldn’t find satisfactory words to convey what coiled within him. Unmatched heat, the feeling of being trapped yet still in charge, wanted, maybe even loved.
His heart skipped several beats then pounded too hard at his errant thoughts. Unnerved, he refused to think, concentrating on pleasure instead. He worked Jodi until he could glide his shaft in and out of her easily. It was such a beautiful sight, Mac thrust faster, harder before he’d meant to. Sweat clung to his forehead and shoulders. As his arousal built to an impossible level, he leaned down and rubbed her clit.
She jerked slightly and pushed back, her ass smacking into his groin, burying his cock more deeply inside her.
Mac kissed her back and took charge once more, thrusting his rod, rubbing her nub, delighting in the savage sounds each of them made.
They peaked together quickly then crashed, lost in the wondrous moment that belonged to both of them.
* * * * *
Jodi got waxed the following afternoon just as she’d promised herself and Mac. She couldn’t say it was the worst thing she’d ever been through but it was right up there with a pelvic exam by her OB-GYN, an old guy with absolutely no social skills.
Last night at her door, Mac had suggested she wear a skirt today and no underwear in order to minimize any irritation she might have.
The man knew his stuff.
Not only was she slightly tender down there but incredibly nude. When she got to the studio, Mac noticed her return immediately. He clicked off a few more shots then told the models to take ten. Hustling Jodi into his office, he shut and locked the door, his focus on her vintage-style skirt. Made of black gauze, it hit midcalf with a lacy flounce at the edge.
“How’d it go?” he asked.
“Good. I didn’t hurt your car at all.” She returned his keys. Driving his Mercedes was nearly as intimidating as getting waxed.
Mac tossed his keys on the desk, not bothering to look over as they skidded off the wood and clattered on the floor. “I don’t care about that. How do you feel? Are you sore?”
“Nope.”
He gave her a look. “Liar. Let me see.”
Despite all they’d done together, Jodi felt shyer with Mac than she had with the lady who’d removed every intimate hair from her. Weird. It wasn’t as if he were a stranger. Maybe that was the problem. The closer they grew the more vulnerable she felt.
Watching him carefully, Jodi eased up her skirt.
Mac kept nodding, possibly in encouragement, then finally he frowned.
Jodi stopped lifting her skirt. It was barely past her knees. “What’s wrong?”
“I only gave the models ten,” he whispered. “Not all afternoon.”
“I know.”
“Does it hurt to move your skirt?”
“No.”
“Good. Let me help.” He bunched the gauzy fabric in his hand, lifted it to her waist and sank to his knees. “God.”
Jodi clamped her hand on his shoulder for support, afraid to look down. Her mound felt bigger than her breasts. Never had she been so aware of it. “Is my skin swollen? Is it bruised?”
“What? No. It’s amazing.” He skimmed the area with his fingertips.
Jodi’s throat bobbed with her repeated swallows. That part of her had been sensitive when she was au natural. Without hair separating her from his touch, his storking generated astonishing sensations. She cupped his head in her palms and leaned toward him.
Mac kissed her mound. His breath glanced over her skin as he murmured, “Does that hurt?”
“Not a bit. Don’t—“
“Mac?” Chloe tried to open his door. Failing, she banged her fist on it. “We’re ready.”
On a loud sigh, he rested his head against Jodi’s belly. She smoothed his hair and spoke softly. “Are Chloe and Hilary still fighting?”
“No. They’re being painfully civil to each other and bugging the shit out of the rest of us.”
“Mac!” Chloe pounded the door again.
“Coming,” he yelled. Lifting his face to Jodi, he murmured, “Take it easy the rest of the day.”
She giggled. “Why? I don’t do any work with my cunt.”
“You will.” He stroked her naked skin. “Tonight.”
* * * * *
A few hours later, Mac called it a day even though it was still light outside. No one argued with him. Viv, Willow and Nadine hurried out on their stilettos, smartphones to their ears as they made sudden plans with their kids, husbands or boyfriends. Hilary and Chloe snuggled close, their last tiff so forgotten they paused at the door to exchange a lingering kiss.
Mac allowed it for a split second. “See you tomorrow,” he said, hustling them out the door. After throwing the dead bolt, he turned and grinned at Jodi.
His hair was finger combed, just as she liked. His mussed locks, beard-shadowed face and tat made him look wonderfully untamed.
He came to her desk and held out his hand. Readily, Jodi slid her fingers across his palm. Its warmth, his strong fingers curling around hers, sent indescribable sensations coursing through every part of her body. She was barely able to suppress a moan of delight.
Mac brought Jodi to his office and sat her on his lap as he enjoyed doing when he had something to share.
She turned to him, rather than his computer screen, their cheeks grazing, lips touching. He smelled fantastic. His breath sweet, his body muskier now, with just a hint of his fragrance. Running her fingers over his T-shirt, she purred, “Why are we here instead of on the sofa, the floor, my desk, the post, the—?“
“None of them have your shots on them.”
Ah. “You’ve already Photoshopped the pictures from last night?”
“Nope. They’re still raw.”
That didn’t sound good. “Should I see them like that?” She snuggled into him and licked his lobe, as Krista had done that first night in his car. Those moments seemed several lifetimes ago. “Is that wise?” she added. “I could go blind.”
Chuckling, he reached around her and typed something. “Go on, look.” He pressed his mouth to her ear and whispered, “I swear nothing bad will happen.”
Maybe not to him since these weren’t BDSM photos of his body. For her though… Jodi’s worries about her looks and modeling skills were never far away. She turned to the screen slowly. The shots were raw, just as he’d said, none of the background stuff cropped out. Didn’t matter. Her face and body dominated the scenes.
Jodi gaped at her expression in the pictures, heightened by the provocative and dramatic angles Mac had chosen. In some of the shots, he’d focused on her mouth. In others, her eyes, breasts or ass, the lighting perfect, none of her flaws obvious.
She kept returning to the ones of her face. “Is that how I look when I come?”
“Uh-huh.”
She squealed. “Wow. That’s amazing. These are good.”
“Because they’re the real you, not put on. You did all the work. I simply recorded it.”
Not true. These were astonishing. “Have you seen my DMV photo? That’s horribly real.”
Laughing, he shut down his computer and eased Jodi to her feet.
As he led her from his office, she glanced back at it. “We’re not going to look at the ones you take tonight?”
“Sure. When I finally take them.”
Finally? She pressed her arm to his as they reached her desk. “We’re going to play first?”
“Not with our food.” Mac pulled her purse out of the bottom drawer and handed it to her.
“We’re getting takeout again?”
“Nope.” He slipped his arm around her waist and led her out the front door. “You’ve been a good girl…for the most part.” Loosening his hold, Mac smacked her ass playfully then wrapped his arm around her again. “I think it’s time you eat with the adults.”