Bowles, Jan - Claimed for the Master's Pleasure [Guilty Pleasures 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (19 page)

He placed the vicious-looking hunting knife on the table, exchanging it for a simple butter knife. He rubbed his thumb over the blade and smiled. It was barely sharp enough to slice through warm butter, let alone skin. To Lia it would feel like the same knife, the very same razor-sharp steel tracing over the most sensitive parts of her body. Lia meant everything to him, and he wouldn’t risk cutting her.

Jake turned his attention back to her. He watched her breasts rise and fall rapidly as the increased flow of adrenaline coursed through her body. Her stomach quivered with anticipation of the unknown. As he walked around the exercise bench, he saw the subtle nuances on her face. He figured she was trying to guess his next move.

“Are you ready, slave?”

Her head snapped to attention when he spoke, making his decision to use a butter knife the right one.

He hunkered down beside her and whispered in her ear. “Lie perfectly still, slave, and all will be well. Disobey my instructions and you may well regret it.” He pressed the blade to her lips, and an aura of acceptance descended around her. He could just hear a whimper deep in her throat as she fought the impulse to move. “Keep very still, my slave. Very, very still. Any unintentional movement could be most unfortunate for you.”

He knew Lia was entirely focused on him, one hundred percent. Her complete submission made him feel powerful and alive. Lifting her chin, he slowly trailed the tip of the blade down her neck, until it reached her frightened, pulsating throat. From past experience with other subs, he knew the blade would feel razor sharp. Her breathing quickened, and her stomach undulated even faster. Her mouth parted and she swallowed nervously, but she remained perfectly still. Just like a statue.

“Very good, slave,” he praised. “You please me.”

Jake trailed the blade down her cleavage, before circling the base of each breast with the cold steel. The breath hitched in her throat as he held the knife to a perfect pink rosebud nipple. Using his other hand he smoothed a path to her stomach, which quivered and vibrated excitedly beneath his fingertips. He massaged the soft flesh of her belly, and then teased a finger over her clit. Her inner thoughts spilled from her lips in series of moans.

“I know you want to move, slave. You want to thrust your clit against my finger and enjoy the pleasure that your Master gives you.”

“Oh, yes, Sir, please, Sir.”

“It must be really hard wanting to move, but knowing you can’t because the knife is so sharp. Just one small movement could prove fatal.”

“Sir, have mercy on me, please.”

Jake sensed a growing panic in her voice, and removed the knife from her breast. Teasing her further, he stroked a finger over the swelling bundle of clitoral nerves. As he finger-fucked her clit he reintroduced the knife to her nipple.

A gasp left her lips. “Sir, please. What if I can’t stop myself from moving?”

Jake leaned in and pressed his mouth to her ear. “It is entirely your choice, slave. Actions have consequences,” he whispered.

Using the palm of his hand he pressed down on her stomach and then slid a finger deep into her sopping slit. A long, slow whimper left her lips.

“Sir, please, Sir, I’m begging you, please.”

“Very well, your Master is feeling benevolent. I will give you a moment to regain your composure. Thank your Master for his kindness.”

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you.”

Straddling the bench himself, Jake placed the knife within reach and then sat facing Lia. He lifted her long, slender legs, and draped them across his thighs. Lia’s beautiful body spread out before him. Her open cunt glistened with feminine arousal. His cock pushed relentlessly against the inside of his pants. Fuck, he wanted her.

He reached for the knife once more. In this position he could accelerate the play. He trailed the tip of the knife between her breasts and down her stomach, until he circled it provocatively inside her beautiful belly button.

“Please, Sir.”

“Quiet, my slave.”

Using the finger and thumb of his free hand, he took hold of her genital piercing and peeled back her sexy clitoral hood.

The words, “Oh, no, Sir, please,” whispered from her mouth.

Jake placed the cool tip of the butter knife against her exposed clit. He knew this would tip her over the edge.

“Now, more than ever, stay absolutely still, my slave. Don’t so much as twitch, or even breathe too deeply.” A soft moan left her lips as he feathered the cold steel across her engorged clit once more. He knew from her frightened reaction that she believed he was holding the hunting knife.

“Who’s in charge, slave?”

“You are, Sir, always.”

“You don’t sound very convincing.” Jake exerted more pressure on the knife.

The words he craved the most began spilling from her lips in a torrent. “I’m begging you, Sir, have mercy on this slave. She’ll never try and make you do anything, ever again. Please, Sir, I’m begging you. You’re in charge. You’re the Master.”

Jake smiled to himself. He knew Lia would only keep her promise until the next time. Then he would have to discipline her again. The hours of fun he would have with her achingly beautiful body would be worth the disobedience.

“Very well, slave. You have pleased me with your apology.” Jake threw the knife away, signaling an end to her discipline. It clattered noisily as it made contact with the floor. Lia let out a long, lingering breath, a sigh of intense relief. Jake smoothed his hands over her stomach before molding her breasts together, pushing them upward into impossible creamy mounds. She writhed beneath his touch, and he squeezed her nipples tightly between his finger and thumb. Her lips parted on a cry of sexual indulgence.

“Yes, Sir, yes.”

“Now you get the fucking of a lifetime.” Standing slightly, Jake leaned forward and kissed her lips. He smoothed his hands down her soft, slender arms until he reached the handcuffs, which clamped her wrists together under the exercise bench. He released the safety catch and they sprung open. His erect cock pressed against her pussy. The only thing that prevented cunt and prick contact was the thin material of his sweatpants. He pulled back, returning to a sitting position, bringing Lia with him. Her arms circled his shoulders as she clung desperately to him. The handcuffs still attached to her one wrist swung loosely as they trailed down his back. He knew he’d pushed her, but he also knew she enjoyed the play, too. Quickly he yanked down his pants and held his rock-hard prick against the entrance to her pussy.

“You want this?” he asked, brushing his lips over hers.

“Oh, Sir, please, Sir.”

He teased the tip at her entrance.

“Oh, Sir, make me come.” Realizing she could, she pulled the blindfold away and stared directly into his eyes. Tears stained her cheeks. She looked so vulnerable, his heart ached for her. She focused on his lips and then kissed him passionately. “Sir, please, make me come like never before.”

At that moment his only desire was to please Lia. He loved her without question. For a man who thought he’d lost everything three years ago, including the will to live, he savored every breath that she took. She made him feel whole again.

He captured her lips as the heat from her warm, wet pussy slowly enveloped his cock. When he was seated to the hilt, he squeezed her peachy tight butt in both hands, holding her close, never wanting to let her go.

 
Jake curled a hand into her beautiful, glossy blonde hair, twisting it between his fingers. He gently pulled her head back, exposing her throat, then trailed a series of butterfly kisses down to the pulse at the base of her elegant neck. He delivered a long, slow, lingering kiss to her lips, and then worked his way across to her earlobe, brushing the soft flesh with his mouth. Taking his time, he whispered low and seductive, “Marry me, princess.”

He knew his proposal had taken her by surprise, and he thrust once more inside her tight, wet sheath. “Make me the happiest man alive.” The breath hissed from her lips as he thrust again, and she gripped his shoulders tightly, digging her long fingernails into his flesh.

She opened her mouth several times, before she finally managed to say, “Do you really mean it, Jake? Please tell me you’re not teasing.”

“I’m not teasing, princess. You know I love you.”

“I love you, too, Jake.” The words spilled from her lips as he speared her with his potent shaft again.

“Is that a yes, princess?” He thrust again, this time more forcefully. “Please say it is.”

“Jake, I love you more than life itself. My answer is yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” She peppered each word with a kiss to his lips, and ground her pussy hard over his shaft, to emphasize her love for him.

Jake groaned and wrapped his arms more tightly around her. “You’re the sexiest woman in the whole wide world.” He playfully nipped at her neck with his teeth. “Grrr, and you belong to me.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Lia couldn’t believe Jake had asked her to marry him. The knife-play sex had been truly amazing, and now this. Maybe she’d wake up any moment and find the whole thing had been a dream. An incredible, crazy dream of love conquering the deep sorrow they’d once felt.

Gently, Lia brushed her fingers over Jake’s masculine brow ridges. His eyes, so cool and sexy, pierced her very soul. He knew what made her tick. Yeah, he knew exactly what turned her on. Lia smiled, and smoothed her fingers down his nose before tracing the sensual outline of his mouth. She leaned in and kissed him slowly. She knew him inside out now, just as he knew her.

Their tongues dueled, and she began meeting the inward stroke of his cock with downward strokes of her pussy. He felt so good inside her, holding her, loving her. He swooped down and swirled his tongue over her nipple. The exquisite sensation as he teased the swollen nub with his teeth made her arch back and slam down on his huge shaft even harder.

“Give it to me,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

“You bet,” she panted breathlessly as she squeezed his cock tighter with her vaginal muscles, flexing her stomach and working them both up into a frenzy.

“Harder, princess.”

“Yes,” Lia cried, slamming down on his shaft with everything she had. Every time she said, “Yes,” her wet pussy effortlessly slid down his potent prick. “Yes…yes…yes…yes.”

Jake began meeting her, with powerful thrusts of his own. Breathlessly, she looked down to see his huge dick glistening with her feminine arousal, as its length sensuously caressed her clitoral piercing. “You’re mine,” Jake growled.

“Yes.”

“To play with anytime I want.”

“Yes.”

“To fuck anytime I want.”

“Yes.”

“From now on.”

“Yes.”

“You report here.”

“Yes.”

“Every afternoon.”

“Yes.”

“For your Masters pl—”

“Yes, yes.”

“Pleasure.”

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

Being completely controlled both physically and emotionally by such a beautiful man was a powerful aphrodisiac. A spasm from within, so wonderful and potent, spiraled deep inside her. It convulsed in her womb, before flowing out in a warm wave down to her pussy, where her climax milked his cock in orgasmic ecstasy. She couldn’t help the words that spilled from her lips, as she finally came.

“I love you, Jake. Oh…God…how I love…you, Jake.”