“Spread your legs for me, Leita,” he commanded, knowing just what she needed to hear. “Let me get a good look at your soft, naked cunt.” He sat on the bed beside her and watched as she opened her thighs wider, exposing her dripping pussy. Damn but this was turning her on! Pierce had played such games before, mostly in fun with a woman or two who was curious about the darker side of sex. But this was the first time he’d ever been with someone who seemed to need it the way Leita did, and that made all the difference. He found himself responding to her need, his cock hardening in his leather pants.
He put a hand on her inner thigh, stroking and kneading the soft pale flesh until she moaned. Pierce hadn’t made love to her the night before and had forbidden her to touch herself the entire day as they worked and went about their business. He could tell she was dying for release but he wanted her on the razor’s edge for their game that night. Judging by the way her little pink pussy was swollen and wet with need, he’d gotten the desired result.
“How does it feel to be so bare down there?” he asked, trailing one fingertip over the clean-shaven mound of her cunt. “How does it feel to be completely naked, Leita? Well, except for this little string of pearls, anyway.” He stroked down the strand of pearls glistening with her moisture and Leita gasped and arched her back, offering herself to him with abandon.
“Please, Master, it feels incredible,” she panted. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Now please, please touch me. You have to touch me—I’m going crazy!”
“I don’t have to do anything,” Pierce corrected her, but he let his finger stroke down the pearls once more. This time he rolled them to one side and stroked over her enflamed clit as well. Leita jumped and moaned.
“Please…oh, please fuck me!” she begged in that soft, heated voice he could feel all the way down to his balls.
Pierce almost lost it then and there. Sitting on the bed, watching her writhe and moan and beg to be fucked was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen in his entire life. Part of him wanted to do as she asked, wanted to part the sweet lips of her pussy with the head of his cock and shove into her heated depths. He wanted to ride her cunt until he filled her with his cum. But that would be going too fast, he reminded himself. They had a long way to go before he took her.
“I’ll fuck you, baby girl,” he said in a voice that was only slightly hoarse despite the ache building in his cock. “But not just yet. First you need a lesson in discipline.”
Leita keened softly and writhed on the bed. “Are…are you going to spank me?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Pierce stroked her thigh again, making her moan. “But no, I have something else in mind for right now. Maybe next time I’ll spank you.” Always do the unexpected, was his motto. In a fight or in the bedroom, it was a philosophy that had served him well. Leita expected a spanking but he would give her something else—a different kind of pain, a deeper kind of pleasure.
Pierce fingered the objects he gripped in his hand—he’d found them at the far back of her closet. He was willing to bet that Leita had forgotten she’d ever bought them and with the blindfold on her eyes, she wouldn’t be able to see what was coming until he had them securely attached.
“What…what are you going to do to me?” There was real fear in her voice now—he was departing from the script in her head and it scared her. Scared her and excited her as well, Pierce was willing to bet.
“That’s none of your business, Leita,” he said harshly, moving to straddle her hips so that he was looming over her. She turned her head blindly upward, following the sound of his voice. The black silk blindfold made her flushed cheeks look rosier somehow. “You’re mine now,” he told her, stroking one hand from her throat to the tops of her breasts, feeling the quiver of her skin beneath his touch. “My property,” he continued. “And I’d do whatever the hell I want to with you. Understand?”
“Goddess…” she moaned breathlessly.
“Understand?” Pierce insisted, demanding that she answer him.
“Y-yes, Master. You own me. You’ll do anything you want. I understand.” The words were offered in a soft, breathy voice that let him know she was nearing a new threshold of arousal. Damn but he loved to watch her get so worked up, so hot that she could barely speak. He’d been making love to her for over a month—almost from the minute she let him out of the box. But he’d never seen her in this state before—beyond simple desire and deep into need.
“That’s good,” he said softly, savoring her submission like a fine wine. “Very good, baby girl. Now I want you to relax and get ready for your punishment.”
Leita bit her lip but said nothing. She was open to him he sensed—open and waiting for whatever he decided to do. Pierce reached for the objects he’d found at the back of Leita’s closet—nipple clamps connected by a long fine-linked silver chain. They were lined with some kind of super-soft synthetic fur but they were tight all the same. He’s tested them carefully on his little finger, trying to gauge exactly how painful they would be and he estimated that they didn’t squeeze much harder than he normally pinched her nipples when they were making love. Still, it was the uncertainty factor that he loved—the fact that Leita couldn’t see what he was doing.
He leaned forward and brushed the silky fur that lined one of the clamps over her hard pink nipple. Leita gasped and jumped. Behind the black silk blindfold he could see her eyelashes flutter and the pulse at the base of her throat was skittering frantically. Oh yes, she was ready.
“Hold still, baby,” he murmured, and attached both clamps at once to her tender nubs.
Leita nearly bucked off the bed in surprise. “Pierce! Oh Goddess—Master,” she moaned, arching her back so that her full breasts jiggled enticingly. He had another strong urge to fuck her then, an almost insurmountable need to be inside her. She was all spread out on the bed for him, her bare breasts connected by the clamps and their silver chain which dangled enticingly between them. Her pussy was wet and pink and swollen, glistening with moisture, slippery with arousal. Pierce knew exactly how tight and hot she was inside, how good her sweet cunt felt around his cock. He wanted to plunge into her, to claim her, to fuck her until he filled her up. With a supreme effort, he held himself back again. There was more to come before he took her. Much more.
“Leita,” he said softly, stroking the silky undersides of her heaving breasts. “Calm down, baby girl, and listen to me.”
She stilled at once, turning her face toward the sound of his voice.
“That’s good, honey,” Pierce said approvingly. He stroked her cheek lovingly. “Goddess, you’re beautiful.”
Leita dared to turn her head and press a soft kiss into his hand. “My Master is too kind,” she said softly. “But these…what you put on my nipples, they’re very tight.”
“I know, baby,” Pierce said softly, still stroking her cheek. “Do they hurt?”
She bit her lip again. “A…a little,” she confessed.
Pierce smiled even though he knew she couldn’t see him. “That’s good,” he said softly. “They’re supposed to hurt a little. But in a good way. Do they feel good too? Does it feel good to be tied to the bed with your pussy spread open and your tight little nipples in clamps, Leita?”
She shuttered and he could see her swallowing a moan. He’d found out almost the first night that Leita loved when he talked dirty to her. His cock gave another surge behind his tight black leather pants in reaction to her obvious arousal.
“Answer me, Leita,” he commanded.
“Yes,” she said, nodding so that her silky blonde hair brushed against the pillow. “Yes, Master, it feels good to be tied up and waiting for you to take me. And…and the clamps feel good too. I was always afraid to try them before. But…but I’m glad you found them.”
“I am too. Now—I know they hurt a little. Unless I do this.” Pierce tugged gently on the silver chain connecting the clamps and Leita nearly jumped off the bed.
“Goddess!” she moan
ed, thrashing on the bed. “Master, please, that’s so…it’s intense.”
“I know it is, baby girl,” Pierce said tenderly. “But if you’re good and don’t move too much while I eat your pussy, I won’t do it again.” He saw her stiffen and try to still her movements and smiled to himself. There was no way she could hold still while he went down on her. She would be begging and gasping and pressing her sweet little cunt up to ride his tongue the minute he got between her thighs. He knew it and she knew it. The intense pleasure-pain would be repeated over and over until he brought her to the edge. That was exactly what Pierce wanted—to push her boundaries, to give her an experience she would never forget, even when he was gone. Although at the moment he couldn’t think of a single reason why he would ever want to leave.
“Hold still, honey,” he said, positioning himself between her thighs. He breathed in her sweet, warm scent—the scent of a woman in need—and felt his cock harden even more. He couldn’t wait to taste her rich, salty-sweet flavor, to feel her writhe against him while he lapped her cunt.
“Master,” she gasped, already beginning to move.
“Be a good girl, Leita,” Pierce cautioned her, tugging gently on the chain between her nipples to make her moan. “Don’t make me punish you for being naughty.”
Then he bent to taste her.
Chapter 6
Leita gasped when she felt his warm, wet tongue connect with her overheated clit. She had been a little hesitant at first when Pierce put the blindfold on her, but not being able to see heightened her every sensation. She was intensely aware of the brush of his warm, calloused hands over her body and every time she took a breath his spicy, masculine scent, like leather and clean sweat, filled her senses.
The clamps on her nipples were almost too tight—just this side of uncomfortable and she knew Pierce knew that. That was why he had put them on her in the first place. He understood that she needed a little pain with her pleasure. It was amazing to her that he seemed to know exactly what she needed and was so perfectly willing to give it to her. It was a fantasy, a dream come true. Then his tongue connected with her pussy again, driving everything but pleasure from her mind.
“Oh Goddess!” Leita moaned as he pushed the strand of pearls to one side and sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. His tongue flicked rapidly across the sensitive bundle of nerves pushing her higher and higher toward the inevitable peak.
The anticipation had been building all day and when Pierce had at last taken her into the bedroom, she’d been certain he would ease her tension at once. Instead he had insisted on shaving her pussy, forbidding her to touch herself while he did so. After that he’d blindfolded her and left her tied to the bed, dressed in the black bustier and skimpy pearl panties. Leita’s pleasure and need had been building to a climax so sharp, she honestly didn’t know if she could take it. She had never been so hot in her life, never felt the need to be taken, used, fucked so badly. And yet she knew she was supposed to hold still as he tasted her.
Hold still! she told herself, struggling not to thrust against his tongue, not to rub her wet, open pussy against his face to get more of the delicious sensations. His rough whiskers abraded the tender flesh of her inner thighs as he pressed forward, licking and tonguing her clit and still she concentrated on not moving her lower body, even as she fisted her hands into tight knots. The black silk restraints ensured that she wasn’t going anywhere—that Pierce could do anything he wanted to her and she was helpless to avoid it. Her nipples throbbed from the cruel clamps and her clit was aching under the gentle pressure of his tongue and yet she was able to contain herself—just barely. But when he entered her with two thick fingers and began to fuck into her hot, wet sex while tonguing her clit, she lost all control.
“Master! Pierce!” she gasped, throwing back her head and arching her back to meet him. The pleasure that had been building for what seemed like hours suddenly spiked inside her and she thrashed helplessly as the orgasm took her and shook her like a rag doll in a solar storm. She was coming—coming so hard!
“Leita, you’re moving.” Pierce’s deep voice was stern—the voice of her Master. “I told you what would happen if you moved,” he said. His fingers never stopped their deep, insistent rhythm inside her but Leita felt his other hand slide up her trembling abdomen and tug firmly on the chain connecting her nipples.
She gasped at the pleasure-pain that shot through her breasts and nipples and another orgasm, sharper than the first, washed over her. She squeezed her eyes closed behind the black silk blindfold and saw stars and planets rocketing through her field of vision. Goddess—she couldn’t breathe! It was so good, almost too good…
Pierce seemed to sense her near distress because he let go of the chain and stopped fingering her pussy. There was a motion above her and suddenly the black blindfold was removed.
“Hey, honey?” His blue eyes were filled with concern. “You all right?” he asked softly, stroking her tousled blonde hair away from her face.
“O-okay.” Leita nodded. She was still trembling and panting too hard to answer in a complete sentence. “Just…just so intense.” She wished she had the words to describe it—the way her body reacted to his touch, the way he fulfilled her fantasies so completely.
He studied her for a long moment before apparently deciding she was really all right. Leita felt glad once more for his built-in safety features—there was no way he would take their sex play too far and hurt her more than she wanted to be hurt. He was programmed to take her right to the edge without going over. And yet…she couldn’t help wishing she could find a real man who would do the same thing. A man who had Pierce’s voice, his rough but gentle touch, a man who looked just like him…oh hell— what she really wished was that Pierce was real, not just a machine. She’d been wishing it more and more lately as she struggled with emotions she knew she shouldn’t have for her Companion 3000. But she pushed the thought from her mind. Pierce wasn’t real and there was no way to change that. Instead, she wanted to concentrate on what came next.
“Master,” she said softly, looking up at him from under her lashes. “I’m ready for you—are you going to fuck me now?”
Pierce made a growling sound deep in his throat. “You have no idea how ready I am to sink my cock into that tight little cunt of yours, baby girl,” he said, stroking her cheek. “But I have something special planned for tonight. Look.” He nodded to the side of the bed and Leita turned to see the shimmering panel of the large 3-D viewer that she usually used in the mech bay to help with repairs set up right beside the bed.
“Oh,” she whispered, catching sight of herself in the broad, flat viewing panel. She looked like a different person—there was no trace of the grimy girl mechanic who usually ran around the life pod with a smudge of engine grease on her cheek. Instead, a woman with wide eyes and flushed cheeks looked back at her. A woman with tousled hair who was tied to the bed with black silk restraints and a fine silver chain connecting the clamps on her tight pink nipples. A woman with her legs spread to reveal the soft wet secrets between her thighs, the glimmer of pearls showing between the swollen lips of her well-eaten cunt.
Pierce had done this to her, she realized. He had turned her into this wanton creature tied to the bed and begging to be fucked. It was hard to see herself this way and yet, just seeing herself in this condition, seeing what he had done to her made her that much hotter, that much more eager to have him inside her, filling her with his cock, owning her completely.
Beside her in the viewer she saw Pierce, his lips and cheeks still wet with her juices, his blue eyes blazing. There was an obvious bulge in the tight black leather pants he wore and she knew his cock had to be aching to escape. Aching to thrust inside her and plant his cum deep in her pussy.
“Beautiful,” he murmured and ran a proprietary hand over her breasts, tugging ever so gently at the silver chain to watch her jump and moan in the viewer. Then he turned to her wrists, which were still tied with the silk restraints to the sl
ats of her bed and began to free her.
“Master?” Leita looked at him uncertainly. She’d been sure that he would take her, tied as she was and helpless to resist his thick cock pounding into her pussy. To have him untie her was unsettling—what else could he have planned?
“Don’t worry, Leita,” Pierce told her, untying the restraints from the bed but leaving them around her wrists. “I know we’re not doin’ what you thought we were gonna do but just trust me—I have something in mind. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” She sat up when he’d freed her completely and waited to hear what his plan was. Knowing Pierce it as something she wouldn’t expect. She’d completely forgotten about the nipples clamps until he’d put them on her, now she wondered what else he had in store.
Pierce got off the bed for a moment to peel down the tight black leather pants. His cock sprang free, the mushroom-shaped head an angry purple with clear precum leaking from the slit. Leita felt her mouth start to water. She wanted that thick monster inside her, wanted to feel him filling her with his thick shaft, fucking her with his cock. And yet, she was a little afraid too. She didn’t know if she could handle another intense orgasm like the two he had just put her through. Her nipples ached in the confines of the clamps, but she didn’t ask him to remove them. Instead she waited quietly on the bed as Pierce adjusted the 3-D viewer and climbed back in bed with her.
“Now.” His deep voice was commanding as he positioned himself behind her. “I want you on your knees facing the viewer, Leita. Hands by your sides and spread your legs.” He smiled at her, a slow, lazy smile that sent chills down her spine. “I want you to watch while I fuck you.”
“Master?” She looked at him uncertainly. Was he really going to make her watch? The thought had a certain appeal but it was also a little frightening. Leita had never even imagined this—never imagined watching Pierce take her as he was taking her— watching his cock penetrate her pussy as he fucked her. It seemed too intimate somehow—too much to watch the stranger in the mirror she knew to be herself being ravaged.
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