Captured by the Master- The Complete Series

by Izzy Slam

  I feel as though I might rupture from the heat circulating throughout my body. I’m so confused, and the fact that my bound arms are keeping me from being able to fight him off makes this more … oh god, pleasurable.

  “Don’t flatter yourself. My nipples get hard when the wind blows.”

  “Well, they also get hard when I play with them. So you can add that to your list,” he says through an evil laugh. A laugh that is quickly followed by a hard pinch to my tingling buds.

  The pinch pulls a whimper from my throat. But I also notice the dampness that blooms along my upper thighs, so there’s some truth to his statement.

  I’ve no idea what will come next as he backs away from me and drags his eyes over my exposed chest, shaking his head in what I deem to be a perverted form of admiration.

  Lust overtakes me, consumes me. I’m so disgusted by him, yet there’s this carnal need inside of me that I can’t deny. It’s like I suddenly have an itch that needs scratching.

  I just don’t want to have to scratch it myself.

  “Tell me, Natasha, have those beautiful blue eyes of yours ever seen a man in his full form?”

  Judging by the state of his erection, I assume he’s about to show me his “full form.” And his compliment of my physical appearance oddly warms me up to the thought of seeing his cock.

  “No, I haven’t. And frankly, I don’t care to.” Really. Most women I know have absolutely no desire to see something that a man uses to take a piss with.

  But right now, all I can think about him thrusting it deep inside of me. God, what is wrong with me?

  “You don’t care to? You’re not even a little curious?”

  “No. Not even a little,” I lie.

  He takes a step towards me, rubbing his enlarged member with a purpose. “Perhaps one look at your daddy’s cock will change your mind.”

  I hold back a groan, the tightness building in my core, the need growing stronger as my pussy swells. “Why do you call yourself that? You’re not my father, nor a daddy of any kind.”

  A smirk pulls his lips apart. “No, I’m not your father, nor anyone’s father. But you’re a little on the unruly side, which makes me think you need a bit of firm hand, a little discipline in your life. And I think that I might enjoy giving you such discipline, Natasha.” He reaches up and rubs the palms of his hands over the peaks of my hard buds, sending waves of desire rippling through me. “And I wholeheartedly believe that if I were to stick my hand down your pants, I would find a very wet and willing pussy, wouldn’t I?”

  I pull in a short gasp, sure that he’s about to go on an uninvited exploration. But he doesn’t, much to my chagrin.

  “I’m not even going to insult that horrible question with a response,” I spit out.

  At this point, I think I’m angrier with myself than with him. Why am I getting so aroused at this? It feels like my body is betraying me because the truth is, if he were to stick his hands down my pants, he’d be met with sticky heat coating his fingers.

  Master Synister narrows his eyes at me. I think he’s losing his patience. “You’ve shown nothing but disrespect to me. You sneak onto the property of your State Master, seeking a safe haven, and you can’t even indulge me in a little fun? You’re definitely not like other women.”

  “I never said I was like—”

  “And,” he interrupts, “it helps to sway my opinion of things. I was quite bored before you got here. I think it’s time for a little fun.”

  With absolutely no warning, his fingers are tightening around my arm as he drags me across the room and pushes me over the padded part of a spanking bench.

  In one swift tug, he’s managed to loosen the rope and my arms are free, but then they’re quickly pulled forward as he moves in front of me and secures the rope to the wooden legs of the bench.

  “You’ll learn your place here, Natasha. And I, as your new daddy, will enjoy bringing you the discipline you need to get your head straight.”

  “My head is perfectly straight!” I argue, pretending to fight against the restraints.

  But it’s no use. I’m bound to the bench, folded at the waist and at his mercy.

  “No it is not, Natasha. But that’s okay.” He slides his fingers inside the waist of my leggings and tugs them down to my knees. Cool air kisses my flesh, and I’m utterly humiliated that I’m exposed like this.

  When he reaches for a wooden paddle hanging on the wall above my head, my breath catches in my throat. “You’re not seriously going to hit me with that, are you?”

  “Well I’m certainly not going to hit me.”

  I see his arm go up out of the corner of my eye, and when the flat wooden surface strikes my flesh, I jump into my toes and let out a yelp.

  “Take your spanking like a good girl, and daddy will give you a special treat.”

  Holding back the groans, I squeeze my eyes closed and flinch with every strike upon my bottom.

  “Normally, I would have you count out loud to a certain number.”

  Thwack.

  “But I like the fact that you’ve no idea how many swats your pretty little ass will get.”

  Smack.

  “And as red as your flesh is turning right now, you’re likely to get off easy.”

  Whack.

  I bite both of my lips inside my mouth and tighten my grip on the wood as he delivers three more hard swats to my rear end. The burn feels unbearable, and I violently thrash against the restraints through multiple strikes.

  “God, I hate you! Why did I even come here?” I shriek.

  “Because deep down, you knew you needed a strong leader.”

  I almost want to laugh. And my shoulder hurts too much to keep fighting, so I go limp, right about the time my skin goes numb.

  And it’s in this moment I find freedom in the surrender.

  “That’s a good girl. Now you’re right where daddy wants you.”

  When I see him hanging the paddle on the wall, a sense of peace washes over me.

  His smooth hands caress my warm bottom, sending ripples of pleasure drifting through me. Callused fingertips drag down the backs of my legs, and I hear a moan rumble up his throat.

  “You are quite stunning, Natasha. It’s been a while since I’ve had to discipline one of my servants. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I did so in a bare-bottom fashion like this.”

  “Wonderful. Now would you please pull my pants up so that we can have a mature conversation about this?”

  He grips my flesh and growls. “No I will not. I’m going to stay here and kiss every inch of your pretty ass until you’re whimpering.”

  His lips move to my flesh, his hands gliding over the hot surface. I let out a long, heady breath, feeling fully subdued, completely intoxicated by his touch. He then does as promised, kissing me from my tingling thighs all the way up to the small of my back, his breath moving over my skin and his hands kneading my globes.

  I find myself relaxing more and more, until he works his way to that slit between my legs, pressed tightly between my thighs as it quickly swells. And when his tongue flicks the sensitive flesh of my outer labia, my pulse races.

  “Daddy!” I cry out, shocked that the word “daddy” was so quick to leave my lips.

  He groans and tightens his grip on my hips. “Yes, little one?”

  “I … I …” But I don’t know what to say.

  So I only arch my back in the hopes that it will better display my sex for him.

  “Do you want daddy to give you that special treat now?”

  I huff and nod, but I don’t think he can see me.

  “Was that a yes, my little Natasha?”

  I gulp down the shame and humiliation, not wanting to admit how much I want this.

  “Yes,” I whisper, panting as he drags his lips over my bottom.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes. I … I want my special treat. Daddy.”

  Rogue

  I want my special treat. Daddy….

>   I’ve never been around a female that fueled such passion in me. It must be her feisty nature, her unwillingness to fall to her feet just because I’ve snapped my fingers and commanded her to. I also knew how she would respond to calling me daddy. A girl like her demands leadership from an authority figure.

  And with her body displayed like this for me—legs slightly spread and arms restrained while I know just how much she wants it—my mouth is dying to taste her.

  “Mm, daddy wants you too, little one.”

  I’m failing to recall the last time I tasted a woman, the last time I fucking wanted to. It’s been a while. But Natasha’s sex smells so sweet, and I can see the way it glistens here in front of me.

  The red glow of her flesh is beginning to take on a new hue, growing into a light pink that reminds me of what her pretty pussy must look like.

  I drag a finger down the center of her slit, and Natasha huffs, thrusting her bottom out a little and angling her puffy lips in my direction. My cock stirs inside my pants, eager to be released. But I’m taking too much pleasure in watching Natasha’s reaction, and knowing that she will be begging for my cock makes me that much harder.

  Evan Addams will be enraged that I ruined the one thing he was saving. It’s the perfect revenge for what he’s been planning to do.

  I press the tip of my finger inside her opening and she moans, making my erection twitch. I savor the pain in my balls. They’ll be emptied soon enough.

  For now, I’ll make my property—however temporarily she may belong to me—suffer in agony.

  “Daddy is going to taste you now, little one. Don’t move a muscle.”

  Her body is still, but I can hear her breathing, the way she’s struggling to not hyperventilate.

  I start by planting several kisses on her feminine lips, listening as she draws in several short breaths. My tongue slides through her swollen gash, and immediately I can taste her desire, thick and sweet.

  I move my hands over her bottom and feel the blood pulsing through my manhood, right about the time I find the bump of her clit, hot and pulsing.

  “Oh yes,” she whispers, then pulling in a rushed breath, as if she feels guilty for the outburst.

  I smile and quickly turn my head, just to leave a few pecks along the lower swell of her bottom, making her wonder if I’m stopping or if I’m simply taking a break.

  “Do you know how delicious you taste?”

  I see her hair swish back and forth below the bench as she shakes her head.

  “Like a ripe kiwi, little one. It’s so hard not to take a bite.”

  Natasha grunts as I probe her opening with the tip of my tongue, this time going deeper … deeper … and deeper still, until I feel that membrane protecting her fertile uterus from the likes of a man like me.

  Too bad because I’m going to eventually slide right through that slick but tight barrier with my steely cock and explode my seed everywhere.

  Squeezing the round globes of her bottom, I curl my tongue upward and use the tip to forcefully massage the wall of her vagina. Her legs begin to tremble, and she releases a long moan, moving her hips in a circle as she reaches the crest of her climax.

  But I don’t want her to cum just yet. I want her body aching for a release.

  So I draw my tongue out and use my fingers to spread open her pretty lips.

  “Mmm, so fucking pretty,” I groan.

  Natasha huffs, and my cock grows harder, leaking pre-cum onto the soft cotton of my underpants. Her petals are shiny and glistening, and her clitoris, red and swollen as it begs for attention. I dip into her opening, then immediately come out, dragging with me a thick but clear string of her deliciousness and moving it swiftly to that angry bump of tissue, swirling it round and round, slowly but deliberately.

  “Oh daddy…” she whispers, visibly struggling to remain still. I know it must be hard for her to hold this position for long, what with the blood rushing to her head. So I will put her out of this misery soon. As I will myself.

  “Yes, little one. Daddy is right here. And I do believe this is my favorite part of you, at the moment.”

  Her hair swooshes around and her voice releases several throaty groans as I diddle her clit with the tip of my finger.

  “Does daddy’s girl need to cum?”

  She nods. “Yes. Please…”

  With an evil smile and a raging cock straining to get free, I stand up and unzip my pants, pulling my straining erection from the opening.

  “Your sweet pussy has inspired me to get creative, little one.”

  Moving a fist up and down my nine-inch throbbing cock, I stare at the beauty before me—her pretty ass bare and glowing hot pink, her sexy pussy lips glistening with even more fluid than before, and her knuckles growing white as she grips the wooden legs of the spanking bench.

  My balls are painfully heavy, and I know it will only take a few tugs to get the release I so desperately need. I push her legs apart and her feet slide along the wooden floor. I angle my cock at her entrance, using my left hand to spread her pussy lips open nice and wide so I can see everything. And then, I use the head of my cock to rub her clit, slowly working it in a circle as I massage it.

  “Oh yes,” she whimpers.

  A growl crawls up my throat as I stroke my length while rubbing her clit and admiring how the tip moves over her folds of tissue, forcing her to moan uncontrollably.

  “Fuuuuck,” I grit out. “You’re going to make daddy cum much too fast.”

  I try to slow down, wanting to savor the intense feeling here. But the way her ass looks is driving me to the brink of sexual insanity.

  And as I envision how blissful it will feel to plunge all the way into her depths, I find myself moving my cock up to her cunt and sliding the head in.

  Natasha gasps, fearful that I’m about to take her virginity, I’m sure. And it’s all I need to pull the cum from my balls with no warning.

  I withdraw from her and use my fingers to spread apart her lips again, watching my cum shoot out in hard, forceful bursts from the slit and land directly on her clit.

  “Oh, oh daddy!” Natasha shrieks. “I’m cumming!”

  I growl as the searing heat of my orgasm rips through me, my cock twitching violently as I spurt one jet after another, each one landing directly on Natasha’s quivering pearl. Good god, the ropes of cum are shooting out with enough force to actually make Natasha have an orgasm.

  I tighten my fingers around my cock, catching some of my own seed and using it as lube as I continue to jerk myself to completion, watching the whitish fluid drip down my property’s pussy lips and splat to the floor.

  I huff as my balls jerk and my cock pulses out several more bursts, until there is nothing left and I’m standing there growling with a half erect dick in my hands.

  Natasha’s pussy is a beautiful, dripping mess.

  “Did you enjoy your treat?”

  “Yes, daddy. Thank you.”

  I wipe my cum around her rear end, over the curve of her ass, and I even insert several fingers two knuckles deep inside of her vagina and pump softly, feeling her walls grip me on the way in.

  “I’m not done with you either. You’ll stay the night with me and please me how I see fit. In return, I’ll think about letting you remain here. Is that understood?”

  Natasha gasps, but I know her little cunt is aching for my cock.

  Natasha

  With my body still trembling from my orgasm, Master Synister informs me that I’ll have to spend the night with him and service his sexual needs, just for the chance to stay here under his protection.

  “Is that understood?” he adds.

  “Yes, daddy,” I murmur, utterly ashamed of how quickly I’ve tossed all my beliefs to the wayside, and all because of a little chemistry I feel with a man who might be taking me right back to a crazed psychopath if I’m not enough for him.

  “Good girl,” he says, loosening the binds around my wrists.

  He pulls me to a standing positi
on, my heart still hammering in my chest. He slides my leggings up and pulls my shirt back down so that I’m no longer exposed.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

  I’m simultaneously horrified and aroused that I’ll have to prove myself worthy of him. And as he steps out of the room and pulls his phone from his pocket to call one of his servants, I think of the many ways I can set myself apart from the rest.

  But I’ve no idea how to do that since I don’t know what the other women here do for him.

  A woman enters the room seconds later and takes me by the hand, leading me all the way down the long hall. I follow closely behind, her long sandy blond hair flowing down her back and stopping just short of her buttocks.

  “Master wishes that you be fully prepared for service tonight. That means we’ll need to remove all body hair.”

  I drop my head and look at my thatch of hair, realizing what she’s talking about. “Why would he?—never mind.”

  My question is futile, really, and the woman giggles as if she understands. “Master is a bit picky, but I think you’ll like the results. You can look at mine, if you like.”

  She lifts her skirt to reveal her womanhood, the vertical slit completely hairless. To me, it looks strange. But I don’t want to hurt the woman’s feelings so I simply nod and tell her, “It looks lovely.”

  She nods toward the tub, and I remove my clothes before submerging myself below the surface of the warm water. I admit it feels good, and it occurs to me that I can take the opportunity to ask this woman what Master Rogue Synister likes to have done to him. I can learn from her.

  “What’s your name?” she asks.

  “Natasha, and yours?”

  “Selena. You have a nice body.”

  “Really? Thank you. I just turned eighteen last month. How old are you?”

  “Nearly twenty,” she sighs.

  “Is that bad?”

  “No, it’s just, well, I’d hoped Master would allow me to bear his children by now. He’s owned me for almost two years.”

  I don’t know how to respond. I feel as if I’ve walked into a complicated situation when all I wanted was a safe harbor. Selena seems really sweet too. I wish I could make her feel better.