Envy (Seven Deadly Sins) (7 page)

“Here, Master,” I said in the most sexual voice I had.

“My goodness, Liz.  You are lovely.”  As his footsteps got louder, I could almost feel his body heat against my shoulder.  “You are not only my first submissive, Liz Martin, but you are my last.  You are the one I choose forever.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I have a gift for you to show that you are mine.  Will you wear my collar?”

“Yes Master!” I bolstered.  He leaned over me and fumbled with the necklace.  I couldn’t see it, but my hands flew to my neck to check its size and stature.  I’d assumed collars were leather, this felt very much like a solid diamond chain!  I was anxious to see it!

I felt him stand back and assess me, “It’s perfect!  I knew it would be!  There is no need to ever remove it do you understand?  If it must be removed for any reason, only I can do it.”

“I understand, Master,” I smiled brightly below my blindfold.  “Master?” I asked quietly.

“What is it Liz?” his voice was strong and masculine above me.

“Can I look at it?”  I wanted so badly to see it around my neck.  To look at it and know that it was a symbol of our love, a symbol that I belonged only to Carlton Michaud.

“You have the rest of your life to look at it.  But I’ll tell you, it’s a diamond eternity chain.  When I locked it on you, the clasp became invisible.  You couldn’t find it if you tried.  The diamonds encompass your neck so gracefully, darling.  But never under estimate its daintiness and beauty because it was its strength that convinced me to buy it.  It will never fail you.”

I nodded, “Thank you, Master.”  I was touched beyond my wildest imagination.  Clearly he’d gone to great lengths to find the right token for our bond.

“Very well.  Any questions before we start?”

“I need a ‘safe’ word, Master.”

“Right!  Umm…”

“May I suggest, Jargon, Master?”

“Jargon!  Right.  Jargon it is.”

“Are you sure about this?  I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Master, I give myself to you, one hundred percent.  You cannot hurt me.  Do as you wish, Master.”

His firm hand around my upper arm showed his ability to dominate me, I just wasn’t sure he knew it.  He pulled me over to the couch, pushing me over the arm so that my ass was in the air.  My arms spread out in front of me, bracing for whatever he had in mind.  He paced back and forth, and for the longest time I thought he’d lost the nerve.  I could see I would have to ease him into this.  “Spank me, Master?” I asked.  “Spank your little slut?”

His hand came down across my left cheek.  It wasn’t hard, in fact barely a tap.  He massaged my buttock before drawing his hand back and swatting me again, this time a little harder.  “This what you like, Liz?”

“It’s customary that you call me something like slut, or whore.  And yes, Master, I love it!  Harder.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

I could just imagine his chocolately brown eyes as wide as possible as he watched me turn into a little slut right before his very eyes.  “You won’t hurt me, Master.  Harder, please!”

Smack!  His hand came down sharply, much harder than before.  I let a gentle moan escape my lips as he slapped my other cheek.  “Yes, Master.  Yes!”

“You like that, slut?”

“Ohhhh yes, Master.  More.”

His hand came down even harder, and with each and every smack my ass almost rose into the air to meet his touch.  As my cheeks were surely turning red, the sting gave way to a muted buzz, making me feel completely alive.  I was certain that my pussy was dripping wet juices down the arm of his sofa.

Smack, his hand came down once again, this time even harder.  I could only picture him naked, his huge cock swinging between those gorgeous thighs as he whipped me into submission.  I felt his hands spread my cheeks as he bent down and kissed my warm red skin. 
Oh my God
, I thought.  It was all I could to hold my orgasm.  His nose was buried near my ass as he drove his tongue into my wet pussy.  I loved every fucking second of it.

“Oh God,” I screamed.  “May I come, Master?”  The words were there, although I’m not sure they were in the right order.  He didn’t say a thing; he just kept driving his incredible tongue in and out of me, licking my lips and driving me straight to insanity.  His fingers pushed inside my pussy as he licked my ass.  “Please, Master.  May I come?”  This time I was nearly begging for mercy, the struggle to hold my orgasm within me was nearly painful.

Finally he stood up and slapped his cock against my ass.  “Mmmm,” I moaned.  His hot thick cock twitched across my ass as he ran the head up and down my slit.  I was certain that every inch of his cock was coated with my pussy juice, and I hoped he’d slam it into me and quick.  Although I knew I wouldn’t last a minute if he did.

I dug my finger nails into the cushion of his couch and pressed my bright red ass in the air.  “Please, Master.  Fuck me!”

He didn’t need my encouragement as he slid his entire length inside without hesitation.  He kneaded my rosy cheeks as he slowly dipped in and out, driving me to the brink of my orgasm.  “Please, Master.  May I come?”

“You wanna come, slut?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Then come!” he said, burying his cock to my hilt.

My body responded, flooding the arm of his sofa as I shuttered through the most glorious orgasm I’d ever experienced.  My eyes fluttered beneath the blindfold, and my fingers were white with my grip.  But the rest of me was entranced with his body.  The blindfold had made me keenly aware of his balls slapping against my behind, his cool thighs against the backs of mine registered in the list of senses that were overflowing inside me.  I rocked back and forth against him, letting my orgasm roll lavishly through me.  He’d given me no further instructions, so I took my time, enjoying his masculinity inside me.

When my breaths finally slowed, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet, spinning me around and pulling me into his chest.  My hard nipple pushed into his hot flesh as he pushed my shoulders down, forcing me to my knees in front of him.  I wished he would just rip the tie off my eyes so I could see him.  He grabbed my jaw and said, “Open your mouth!”

He didn’t have to twist my arm.  Hell, my mouth was already partially open.  I opened it as wide as possible as he forced his cock past my lips and into the back of my throat.  “Suck it,” he said.  “Clean up the mess you left on my dick!”

I sucked it as hard as I could, slamming my nose deep into the curly hairs at the base as he fucked my throat.  I could barely breathe, but I didn’t give a damn.  I’d have sucked his entire body if I thought I could get him in my mouth.  He fucked me with several deep thrusts, forcing his entire length inside my mouth until he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

He bent over me, bringing his face so close to mine I could smell his aftershave.  “This what you like, Liz?  To be treated like a little cock hungry whore?”

“Yes, Master.  If it pleases you, Sir.”

“Ohh, it pleases me,” he said, standing up and shoving his dick back in my mouth.  He used me until my lips begged his come from him.  As the first spurt hit the back of my throat he pulled out of my mouth and covered my face and neck with it.

He stood silently over me, studying my expression.  “I love you, Liz.  Now take that blindfold off and go see your new necklace.  I’m afraid I’ve added a little to it.”

About the Author

Christopher and I are from the coastal area of South Carolina, what the locals would call the ‘lowcountry.’ We live a quiet life nestled just outside of Charleston with our eighteen dogs and one cat (Jenny), who thinks she’s a dog.

Chris and I started writing short stories for each several years ago. As time passed, our stories got a little longer, and one might say a little more developed. With Christopher’s support, I was able to dedicate my time fully to writing, and with his help published my first book in 2010.

Our focus now is developing a more complete storyline filled with rich, robust characters. Concentrating on character development, scene development, and storyline development has been both challenging and rewarding. Most of all, the ability to work with someone who understands constructive criticism has hopefully made us both better writers with each attempt.

We love to get emails, and we’re working on a blog site where we can post some spoilers and such. We check into facebook periodically, and need to get back onto my blog laurabcooper.blogspot.com, so look us up! Or contact us at [email protected] or [email protected]!

Other Books

LUST (Seven Deadly Sins Part 1)

It was a fresh start, and as a recent graduate from the Charleston School of Law, it was a way to pad her resume with a high powered New York Law firm. But most of all, it was away from him.

The last thing she needed was another relationship, especially since her devastating break up with her master, Benton Frazier. Burned one too many times, this submissive was ready to put her past behind her. She just never figured on Carlton.

Liz could have easily taken a local job offer in Charleston. However, since her brother waited for her to graduate, it was now his time to pursue his fashion career in New York City. Now that her parents were gone, Palmer was all she had. Everything seemed to be falling into place until she met him. Now, all she can think about is Carlton.

Carlton was dreamy. Handsome, rugged, and well dressed. Deep brown eyes the color of chocolate, and the silken voice with a hint of an English accent that simply drove her crazy. But she soon finds out that Carlton is much more than he appeared to be.

SEMPER FI

She wouldn't even be in the predicament if it weren't for Travis. A phone call in the middle of the night to ask for a "free pass" from her boyfriend of 7 1/2 years was hard to take seriously. When he doesn't get the answer he wanted, his drunken stupor is all it takes to tell her via text message that it's over. That's enough to irritate Mattie into flying home to deal with him.

However, bad weather grounds her flight out of Washington leaving her stranded in the airport all night with one other passenger... Logan McNarry.

Ordinarily, she wouldn't even think of speaking to him, but Travis' unexpected break up was just the opportunity she needed to seek passion in the arms of another man.

All this leads up to the predicament that Mattie must face. Choosing the safe, steady life already mapped out, or chasing the love and passion one only stumbles upon once in a lifetime.

Stop by my blog laurabcooper on blogspot for background information on all the characters, as well as an excerpt from a steamy sex scene!

SHADES OF SHAME

Leila Johnson isn’t your typical intern. She knows what she wants, and knows how to get it. A summer internship in her mother’s office is perfect for a young woman with aspirations of climbing the political ladder. With the Senator squarely in her sights, Leila is positioned to add another notch on her bedpost as she pads her resume.

Her sexual desires rival any man’s, and the fact that she doesn’t mind using people makes it all the easier. She likes her sex raw, carnal, and full of lust and passion, and if it helps her advance, all the better. Senator David McNarry is nothing more than a strategic item in her checklist.