by Opal Carew
Now she was standing before him, totally nude. And he was taking in every inch of her.
She quickly picked up the leather thong and pulled it on. Then she slid her arms through the straps of the bra and tucked her breasts into the leather cups. Try as she might, though, she couldn’t get it fastened behind her.
“Come here. I’ll do it.”
She walked to him and turned around, intensely aware of the fact that her ass was totally exposed in the leather thong.
He scooped her long hair to one side, then his fingers played across her back, sending tingles through her body. The bra tightened around her.
“Turn around. Let me look at you.”
She turned and stood before him, so close her knees almost brushed his. Would he tell her to kneel in front of him and pull out his thick cock? She could see it straining against his pants.
He ran his hands down her sides, his fingertips gliding over her ribs. Goose bumps danced across her flesh. His hands slid over her hips and over her naked behind. He cupped, squeezing a little. Then he pulled her closer. His knees widened and her legs were cradled between his muscular thighs. Her breasts were just below his eye level and he stared at them.
He ran his finger over the swell of one breast, trailing lightly over the leather. Then in a sudden movement, his hand jerked downward. A tearing sound split the air and cool air surrounded her breast. The leather had been attached with Velcro and he’d torn it away.
He leaned forward and his lips brushed her hard nipple. Then he licked it. She couldn’t help arching forward.
He tore off the other cup and leaned back to stare at her naked breasts, the nipples peaking forward.
“Touch them.”
“What?” She wasn’t sure what he meant.
“Touch your nipples. Toy with them. Make them harder.”
Heat flashed across her cheeks and chest as she thought about touching herself in front of him, but she obeyed. She stroked the nubs, then squeezed them lightly between her fingertips.
“Very good. Now kneel down in front of me and sit back on your heels.”
She stepped back and lowered to her knees, then rested her bare ass on her heels, as instructed.
“Legs wide.”
She opened her thighs, exposing the leather crotch of her panties.
“Now rip off the leather covering your pussy, just like I did on your bra.”
She shivered at the thought of her private place bared to him like that. But she reached down and found the edge of the leather and tugged it away. The ripping sound of the Velcro seemed to echo through the room.
His hot gaze on her naked folds sent heat thrumming through her. She was uneasy yet intensely aroused.
Here she was almost totally naked, yet he was still fully clothed. She felt vulnerable and exposed.
She couldn’t believe she liked the feeling so much.
“Touch your pussy.”
Her cheeks burned, but she pressed her fingers to her flesh. It was slick and hot.
“Are you wet?”
“Um… yes.”
“How do you address me?”
“Yes, Master.”
His sexy smile almost melted her on the spot.
“Finger yourself. I want you to make yourself so dripping wet that my thick cock will slide right in with no effort at all.”
Her hand trembled as she moved her fingers over her moist flesh. No one had ever watched her masturbate before and it was a strange feeling. Embarrassing.
But as she watched his charcoal eyes flare to burning embers, her excitement grew. He liked watching her. That was clear. It was turning him on.
She pushed her fingers deeper inside, stroking her passage.
“Touch your clit, too.”
She brought her other hand to her pussy and found the little button hidden in the folds. She ran her fingertip over it and pleasure jolted through her.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Yes, Master.”
* * *
Fuck, King could barely stand it any longer. His cock ached at the sight of her fingers pushing in and out of her tight pussy, her other finger fondling her clit.
He hadn’t fucked this woman in five years and he thought he’d die if he didn’t drive his cock deep inside her melting heat right now.
He stood up and unzipped his pants, then dropped them to the floor. He stepped toward her, pulling his cock from his boxers, then brushed it against her cheek. She turned toward it and licked the tip, then opened her mouth. The feel of her warm tongue rasping over him was like lightning jolting through him.
He pressed into her warm mouth, filling it with his cockhead. She suckled, driving him wild with need. He pushed further in. Slowly. Letting her grow accustomed to his thickness. She pushed forward, taking him deeper than he expected.
He drew back, then glided deep again. He cast his gaze down, but couldn’t tell if she was still stimulating her pussy.
“Are you still touching yourself? Making yourself wetter?”
Her gaze turned up to his and she nodded.
“Good.”
His voice sounded calm—a testament to his self-control—but tension vibrated through him. He needed to drive his cock inside that wet pussy soon.
She squeezed his cock as he glided into her mouth again.
Her breathing was accelerating and he could tell she was bringing herself close to orgasm.
“Stop touching your pussy and stroke my balls.”
Disappointment flickered in her eyes, but then he felt her slick fingers stroke his testicles.
Fuck, it felt amazing.
He drew back, gliding his cock from her mouth.
“Suck them.”
Her green eyes turned upward, meeting his gaze. She looked so sweet and innocent. Which made the feel of her fingers stroking his balls intensely more exciting. She leaned forward and licked his balls, then drew one in her mouth. It was so warm and melting hot there as she suckled him softly, he moaned.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. In two strides, he walked her backward to the wall and crushed her against it with his body. He ran his hand down her belly, then glided his fingers over her dripping pussy. Fuck, he had to be inside her.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and pressed it to her opening, then drove inside. She gasped, his body crushing her against the wall, his big cock fully embedded in her.
“Do you like my big cock inside you, slave?”
“Yes, Master,” she whimpered.
“How much?”
“I… I think I’d die if you pulled it out.”
“Why?”
“It’s so big and thick. It’s stretching me so much I feel like I’m splitting in two.”
He loved hearing her talk about his cock inside her.
“What else?”
“It’s so long I feel—”
He drew back and thrust deep.
“Yes?” he demanded.
“I feel like it’s reaching into my soul.”
He thrust harder.
God, she was so wet and warm around him. Her passage so welcoming.
He was going to come fast and hard. Any minute. But he wanted her right there with him.
He leaned in close and murmured against her ear, “I want you to come.”
He thrust deep.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured.
He could feel her body quiver in his arms.
“Are you close, baby?”
She nodded.
“Tell me,” he insisted. He wanted to hear her voice.
“Yes, Master.” Her voice quivered with need.
He drove in harder and she moaned.
“Ah, fuck, baby. I can’t hold back any longer.”
He drove deep again, feeling the burn coil in his belly. One more thrust and…
He groaned as pleasure blasted through him, his cock erupting inside her like an angry volcan
o.
Her passage tightened around him and she shuddered as she clutched his shoulders. Her moan filled the room, rising with each thrust as he continued to pound into her. Her moan turned to a wail, then a shrill cry. He kept going, riding her until her voice gave out and she was gasping for air.
* * *
As soon as King’s cock erupted inside her, Rachel catapulted to ecstasy. He rode her, thrusting hard and fast until she could barely stand. But she rode the wave of pleasure until it finally crested, then slowly faded to a glowing ember of delight.
She fell back against the wall, panting.
His gaze fell to hers and she saw something poignant in his gleaming eyes.
“Thank you, Master,” she murmured.
His eyes blazed with heat and he captured her lips, his tongue driving deep. Consuming her.
“You are a fucking hot slave. I wish I’d known five years ago that you were a natural sub.”
His words confused her, but before she could ask what he meant, he kissed her again, driving all thoughts from her head. He swept her into his arms and carried her from the room, down the hallway, then up the stairs. Soon he had her tucked into his bed, his arms around her, trapped in the delight of his embrace.
* * *
Rachel woke up in the darkness, her stomach rumbling. King had rolled onto his back and was breathing deeply. She watched his big, muscular chest rise and fall in the moonlight.
Her stomach rumbled again and she remembered that she hadn’t finished her dinner. King had stopped her halfway through.
She slid quietly from the bed and found a robe in King’s closet, then slipped from the room. Once in the kitchen, she found her plate on the counter. She picked up a piece of the cold beef and nibbled it. Even cold, it was still delicious. She ate a few more pieces, then turned to the large bowl of fruit on the island and picked up a banana. Once she finished that, she decided to clean up a little.
As she washed the dishes, she thought about the wild, intense sex she and King had shared earlier. She’d thought they’d had intense lovemaking five years ago, but that was nothing compared to the savage, primal sex of a few hours ago.
Was it because she acted as his slave, drawing out more of his potent, masculine sexuality?
“You didn’t have to get up in the middle of the night to do the dishes.”
She turned, startled by King’s voice.
He stood leaning against the door jamb, wearing only boxers, the sight of his sculpted chest and arms leaving her weak in the knees.
“I’m sorry… uh… Master.”
He smiled and shook his head. “Don’t worry. Consider this a time out.”
He walked to the cupboard and retrieved a glass, then filled it from the water dispenser in the front of the fridge.
He leaned back against the counter. “I’m curious how you’re feeling about all of this.”
She placed the last dish in the drainer, then dried her hands, using the time to consider.
Finally, she turned to him.
“I don’t know what you want me to say. What we shared was amazing.”
“I agree. But what about the role you played. I was surprised that you were so willing to call me Master.”
Her gaze dropped as her cheeks heated. “I really have no choice. It’s part of our deal.”
“You always have a choice.”
“If I’m willing to suffer the consequences,” she practically snapped. Then covered her mouth with her hand.
Oh, God, she was going to ruin everything. That was exactly the kind of behavior he hated from her.
“I’m sorry, King… I mean, Mr. Taylor.” Her fingers balled into fists. “Oh, God, I don’t even know what to call you.”
He walked toward her, his charcoal eyes unreadable, and suddenly she found herself in his arms, his mouth meshed with hers. The kiss was firm and giving, his arms around her comforting.
“Don’t stress, sweetheart. You can call me anything you want while we’re between roles. And during our role-playing, you know what to call me.” He kissed her again, a light brush of lips this time. “And don’t worry. You’re doing fine. In fact, I’m very impressed.”
* * *
As Rachel lay in King’s arms, she thought about his words.
I wish I’d known five years ago that you were a natural sub.
She pushed aside the concept that allowing herself to be slave to a man was a part of her nature but wondered if this is what King needed from a woman to be fully engaged in a relationship. He’d always been so distant back then, but if she’d been amenable to being dominated by him, then maybe they would have had a chance together.
A part of her wondered if they might have a chance now. The reason she’d agreed to this was to keep her job, but if she could have a chance at a relationship with him, too…
She drew in a deep breath. That was more than she could have possibly dreamed. But would she have to give up herself in the process? Become something totally foreign to her?
But in their past relationship, King hadn’t even tried to dominate her. Was that because he didn’t care? Or because he didn’t think she’d go for it?
The latter was a reasonable assumption. But she wished he had tried.
And equally, she was glad he hadn’t because, on some level, being so eager to submit to him scared the hell out of her.
“Rise and shine, sleepy slave. It’s time for you to serve me again.”
The drapes opened, spilling bright sunshine across her face. She covered her eyes with her arm, wanting a bit more sleep.
“I want you out of bed right now.”
His tone had her rolling off the side of the bed and standing up immediately. The approval gleaming in his eyes at her quick obedience sent satisfaction humming through her.
Last night had been compelling and sexy. She would never have believed she could enjoy obeying a man so completely, putting aside her own wants and needs. Yet those needs being met beyond her wildest expectations.
Is that what he’d meant about her being a natural sub?
She didn’t know or care right now. She was standing naked in front of him and all she could think about was how she wanted to feel his cock inside her again.
Right now.
She didn’t know if she was allowed to ask for something, but her need was so great, she was willing to risk it.
So she walked closer to him and knelt down on the floor in front of him.
“Please, Master. I want to serve you. But may I humbly ask a favor?”
He frowned. “What is it?”
“I want to suck your huge cock until it’s solid as a rock. Then I want you to fuck me so hard, I scream your name.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Really?”
“Yes. Oh, please, Master.”
He dropped his pajama bottoms and stepped closer.
She wrapped her hand around his thick member. It was already growing with need and it pulsed in her hand. She slid it between her lips, the head filling her mouth. As she pulled him deeper inside, one hand wrapped firmly around his shaft, she tucked the other under his balls and cradled them in her palm.
She rocked her head forward and back, gliding over his hard flesh. Then she slipped off and held his shaft flat to his stomach while she licked his balls, lapping over them again and again. Then she drew one into her mouth. He groaned. As she drew the second inside, suckling and squeezing them together, he stroked her hair from her face.
“Fuck, baby. That feels so good.”
Satisfaction wafted through her at his words.
She licked his balls then released them from her mouth and pulled his cock down again. She took him deep this time, nearly gagging. Then she glided forward and back.
“Stand up,” he commanded.
She rose immediately.
“Turn around and lean over the bed.”
She wanted to protest. She wanted him to lay her back in the bed and settle his big body over hers.
But she obeyed without question. He grabbed a pillow and tucked it under her stomach, then she felt his body press against her ass. His cockhead, hot as a branding iron, rubbed over her slick flesh.
Then suddenly he drove deep. She groaned at the blissful invasion.
“Oh, God, Master.”
“Tell me.”
She knew what he wanted from last night.
“I love your thick, hard cock inside me.” Her voice quavered with pleasure.
His cock dragged along her opening, almost pulling free… then he pulsed forward again. His cock drove deep inside her.
His body was leaning over hers. His hand cupped her breast and he nuzzled her ear.
“Toy with your nipple. I want to feel your fingers against my palm.”
She tucked her hand in the warmth of his and brushed her fingertips over her nipple. Tingles danced through her body, from her nub to her pussy. His free hand found her other breast and he squeezed her nipple, then pinched it. It hurt, but in an intensely exciting way. He tweaked it again and she moaned at the exquisite sensation.
Then his cock pulled back and he drove deep again.
“Oh, yes. Please fuck me, Master.”
He thrust again. “Is that what you like, slave?”
“Yes. Oh, yes. Please. More.”
He thrust two more times. Her passage ached as it clutched at his cock, trying to draw it even deeper inside her. Her body quivered with building need.
“Fuck me!” she squealed. She needed more than the meager thrusts he was teasing her with. “Oh, please fuck me hard.”
He drove deep again. Then again. She sucked in air as the world blurred around her. Her eyelids fluttered as she longed for more.
His lips nuzzled her temple. “Slide your hands to your ass and squeeze it together for me.”
Without thought, she slid her hands over her backside and squeezed the cheeks together. He started to pump within her.
“Oh!”
Squeezing her ass tightened her passage around him, intensifying the feel of his cock sliding in and out.
He thrust faster, filling her with his marble-hard shaft. Sending pleasure rushing through her like an electrical surge. She gasped as an orgasm flooded through her. Sudden and unexpected.