Authors: Lara Valentine
Tags: #Romance
She could feel moisture running down her thighs to her knees. She had never been this wet before. Hell, she was drenched. She had also never been this aroused. She wanted to fall to her knees and beg him to just get on with fucking her already!
His hands, rough from playing tennis and doing yard work but strong and precise from performing delicate surgery, ran along the planes of her face. He didn’t speak as his fingers slid from her jaw to her ear and then down her throat, roaming across her collarbone to her shoulders. She squirmed at the light touch and the electric sparks that snapped along her skin.
“Stay still, slave. I am exploring my property. Your only job is to stay still and submit.”
“Sorry, Master.” Her voice sounded breathless even to her. It was hard to stand still when he was running his hands over her like that. She had fantasized about this moment for so long.
He continued his exploration by trailing his fingers down along her rib cage, tickling her and drawing a giggle that she couldn’t hold back. Instead of being angry at her disobedience, Nate smiled.
“Ah, a little ticklish I see. This is important knowledge. If you don’t obey me, I can tie you up and tickle you as punishment.”
Nate laughed at her fearful expression.
“Not all punishment involves pain, Brianne. Sometimes punishment can involve denial, sometimes too much pleasure can be punishment. Punishment should be designed to fit the infraction.”
Brianne couldn’t imagine how pleasure could ever be punishment. She could see how denial could be a punishment as he was denying her sex right now. But she could see that he wouldn’t be hurried in any way. He was firmly in control.
His hands moved down farther, cupping her heavy breasts. His thumbs brushed back and forth over her nipples, tightening them even more. She had to bite her lip to hold back her moan, and he noticed her predicament.
“Your pleasure belongs to me, slave. You will not hold back your sounds of pleasure or pain. Is that understood?” He pinched her nipples for emphasis.
“Yes, Master.” Brianne groaned as pleasure shot straight from her nipples to her clit. She squirmed as a gush of moisture ran down her legs. She felt the urge to press her thighs together to ease the ache in her cunt. She needed him inside her soon. He seemed to feel her urgency as he lowered his head and began to kiss her breathless while his hands roamed her torso. He plucked at her nipples and caressed the sensitive undersides. His hands slid down her rib cage and across her softly rounded belly to grasp her hips while his tongue moved in and out of her mouth. His tongue fucked her mouth while his hands slipped down to her ass and stroked the soft skin. She could feel the moans bubble up in her throat, but they were lost against his firm lips.
He pulled back to look into her eyes, and his fingers slid into her soaking pussy. She heard herself cry out as his fingers slid back and forth along her drenched channel and circled her swollen clit. She tried to move her hips so that he was touching her clit directly, but he removed his hand. She groaned in frustration.
“No, Brianne. You do not control this. I do. Your job is to submit. You will get only what I decide to give you.”
Brianne tried to hold still as his fingers began to caress her pussy again. She felt a finger slide inside her, and she moaned as it began to fuck her slowly while his thumb ever so lightly brushed her clit. Her legs began to shake, and she had to lock her knees to keep from collapsing at his feet.
“Oh, Master, please!” Brianne was shocked to hear herself beg yet couldn’t bring herself to stop or be ashamed. She needed desperately to come.
“Please, Master. Please may I come?”
She was breathing heavily now, and a fine sheet of sweat covered her skin.
“Soon, sweetheart. Very soon. ‘Please’ sounds so pretty from your lips. I promise it will be worth it. I am almost done inspecting my new property. Just one thing left.” His voice was low and soothing as if talking to a skittish horse.
He leaned over and picked up something that he had apparently thrown on the end of the bed when she was kneeling. The mystery didn’t last long as she felt the cold run down her crack. She jumped as she realized what he was going to do.
“Nate! I don’t think—” He ignored her infraction of calling him by his name.
“Hush, slave. You do not have permission to speak. Do you wish to use your safe word?” His hands stilled as he waited. Her cunt ached for his touch, and fire licked along her veins. She knew her answer.
“No, Master.” She hung her head and closed her eyes in anticipation of pain. She got pleasure instead. He added another finger in her pussy and continued the slow, steady fucking that was driving her quietly insane. She felt him move his fingers, and she caught her breath as he began the slow stroking of what must be her G-spot.
Oh God, so good. Never this good.
She felt the bulge of his hard cock on her hip as he moved his other hand down her crack and his fingers caressed her tight rosette. He leaned down and began nibbling on her neck while his finger rubbed against her back hole, spreading the slippery lubricant. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she heard him say, “Breathe, Brianne.”
She felt his finger breach her as his thumb brushed her clit. She cried out from the sensation and would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her up. She couldn’t hold still as he worked his finger inside her and began to move it in and out, waking nerves she never knew she had. His other hand fucked her pussy and brushed her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body and curling her toes. Her mind short-circuited with all the sensation and she knew she couldn’t hold back another second when she heard his dark, commanding voice.
“Come for me. Come now.”
The pleasure seemed to explode from her center, and the waves rolled through her. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain rode her as she slumped against Nate. Her mind went blank for a moment as the pleasure became consuming. She could feel her pussy and back hole tighten on Nate’s fingers. At some point, her arms had come down and she was clutching his shoulders. She threw her head back as he gently bit her neck where it met her shoulder. She heard someone cry out and realized it was her.
The pleasure receded slowly, and Nate wrenched every spasm of pleasure from her with his fingers before he gently withdrew from her swollen core and backside. She felt him lift her up in his arms and place her gently on his bed. He kissed her softly, and she hazily watched him disappear into the master bathroom before returning and lying down next to her and cuddling her close to his big, warm body.
* * * *
Nate’s cock felt like it was going to explode. He couldn’t remember being this hard or his balls aching this much. He gritted his teeth and recited multiplication tables as he tended to his sexy slave. He needed to keep holding back. She needed cuddling and stroking right now. She had submitted beautifully. She was more than he could have hoped for this first time. Watching her come had been incredible.
He held her as she came slowly back to earth. Her green eyes slid open, and he could see awareness returning. Awareness was good, but too much would ruin the mood.
Time to move on.
He lifted her arms over her head and with a practiced hand wrapped the soft restraints around each wrist. Her arms were over her head, which thrust her ample breasts up in offering. He could see her frown a little as she tugged at the restraints, testing them. If this was too much too soon, it was time to give her an out. He wanted to push her boundaries but in a controlled fashion.
“Do you need to use your safe word, Brianne? If you need to, everything stops and we talk about it. Nothing bad will happen if you need to use it.” He deliberately used her name.
She didn’t answer for a moment, and he held his breath until she silently shook her head.
“Words, Brianne. I need to hear you say it. Remember rule number one.”
“No, Sir. I don’t need to use my safe word.” Her voice was soft but sure. He knew he could continue.
“Good girl, Brianne. I am very proud of you. You are so gorgeous when you come. I think I want you to come again.”
Before she could react he bent his head and licked her pussy from opening to clit. Her taste was heady, a sweet and musky combination that was all Brianne. She cried out at the touch of his tongue and was soon writhing as he worked his tongue into her hole and tongue-fucked her over and over, pushing in as far as he could. Anchoring her legs down, he ran his tongue around her clit in circles, never quite touching it directly. Her legs were shaking she was so close, and he could feel her clit swelling under his tongue.
“Come, slave. Come for me.”
He closed his mouth over her clit and sucked gently. He could feel her spasm as she came, and her cries were music to his ears. He was going to have to make sure she came at least once a day so he could hear them on a regular basis.
He gently flicked his tongue over her clit lightly as her trembling slowed and her breathing became more normal. Kissing a trail up her stomach and up to her breasts, he ran his tongue over her nipples, and she moaned as her body bowed under his ministrations.
* * * *
Brianne’s head was spinning, and she couldn’t seem to get any words out as Nate began to work his tongue and teeth over her already-sensitive nipples. His tongue circled the taut peak, teasing it even harder while his fingers plucked at the other. She whimpered and was astonished to feel the tingle of another orgasm start.
When was the last time she came more than once in a night? Hell, when was the last time she came with a man?
She wanted to reach out and touch Nate. His smooth golden skin beckoned, and she could see his muscles bunch as he held himself above her. She tugged at the restraints, but they held her firmly. Nate paused and gave her a grin.
“Don’t pull so hard on those, Brianne. If you bruise your delicate wrists, I’ll have to punish you.”
Brianne felt more honey leak from her pussy at Nate’s assertion that she might earn a punishment. She couldn’t help but wonder what being punished by him would be like.
“I want to touch you, too, Nate.” Brianne gave the restraints another hard tug.
Brianne had barely got the words out before she found herself rolled over on her belly and a large, male hand came sharply down on her ass.
Smack! Smack!
“Ouch! Holy Shit!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“How do you address me, slave? And do not swear. You will be punished for that.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The spanking hurt more than she thought it would, but the heat quickly turned to a blooming pleasure and her clit swelled to attention.
“Master! I’m sorry! Master!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She felt herself being turned back over, and her sore ass rubbed against the sheets.
“That’s better, slave. As for touching me, you do not touch your Master without permission. Right now, you do not have permission. You must earn that privilege, along with many other privileges.”
Brianne didn’t reply, as she wasn’t sure she had permission to speak, either. The heat on her ass from the spanking cast a glow of arousal that made her want to rub her sore bottom on the sheets. As Nate reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom, she knew that she wouldn’t need to rub against the sheets. He was going to do it for her.
Brianne couldn’t help but stare as Nate stood and began to strip his clothes off. His body was firm but not muscle-bound. He looked like a swimmer or a baseball player with broad shoulders and flat abs. Her fingers itched to run all over his body and bring him some of the pleasure he had brought her. He lowered his boxer shorts and his impressive cock sprang out, already hard and glistening with pre-cum. She licked her lips at the thought of his cock running across her lips and tongue.
He stood over her, his expression intense, as he stroked his cock.
“I have been waiting a long time for this, Brianne. This means something to me. You mean something to me. No regrets afterward.”
Nate lowered himself over her and lifted her legs over his shoulders. With her hands tied, it left her completely at his mercy, which she was sure he knew quite well. His hard cock started filling her drenched pussy, and she closed her eyes at the exquisite feeling of being stretched.
“Open your eyes. I want you to see who’s fucking you.”
Brianne opened her eyes and stared into Nate’s eyes. They were dark with passion, a darker blue than she had ever seen before. That passion was for her. His face was taut as he held himself in check, entering her slowly. She felt her pussy walls stretch to accommodate his generous size. In her position, she couldn’t hurry him along. She could only take what he would give her, when he decided to give it to her.
After he had given her every generous inch of his delicious cock, he pulled back and pumped back in to the hilt in one quick stroke. It rubbed her clit, and she cried out as the sensation ran like lightning up her spine. He pulled out and pumped in again harder, and again it rubbed her clit. She pulled at her restraints, wanting to hold him as he began to ride her hard and fast, each stroke hitting her clit and sending her closer to another climax.