In the Zone (13 page)

A king-size bed dominated the space, set perpendicular to the wall, a cheval mirror nearby. There was a chair at the foot of the bed. A lamp sat on a nightstand. There was no dresser, no bureau, and no personal effects.

She found it odd that he had several plump pillows on the bed, a seeming contradiction to the masculinity the room exuded.

She stopped near the bed. Thank goodness, this room had plush carpeting.

“Kneel up. Hands behind your neck. Tell me what you want, Alani.”

“I want you to fuck me, Sir,” she said, looking him in the eye. “Let me suck your dick.”

“Do it.”

Since she didn’t have permission to stand, she moved across the carpet on her knees. “May I?” she asked, her hands on his belt.

“You may.”

He toed off his boots as she worked the buckle free, then removed the belt. She dropped it on the floor.

She unbuttoned the waist of his jeans. Then she leaned in and used her teeth to lower the zipper.

“You remembered,” he said.

She grinned. Pleasing this man mattered. Surprising him was even better. She pulled down his pants.

He had on boxers, and his cock pushed insistently against the material.

She reached a hand inside to hold him. His cock was erect.

His back stiffened.

She stroked him with her right hand while she used her left hand to work the elastic waistband lower.

Finally, in frustration, she stopped stroking him and used both hands to undress him.

“Impatient, painslut?”

“What if I am, Sir?”

He put a hand in her hair. “Then that’s two of us.” He released her long enough to remove his T-shirt. He tossed it toward the chair.

Of course he did.
Unlike her, he didn’t leave things where they lay.

Giving in to her impatience, she closed her mouth around the head of his cock and placed her tongue against that sensitive underside.

She sucked and licked, and she noticed that his knees gave, just a little. She loved that feeling, of pleasing him, of being a bit in control.

He fisted his hand in her hair again, tightening the grip as she worked herself lower on his shaft.

Damn the man was big. More so than she remembered.

She often gave head, and she rarely struggled with it.

He thrust his hips forward, forcing her to take more of him. In defense, she wrapped her hand around him, trying to control the depth.

“Hands behind your neck,” he reminded her.

Bastard.
Did he never get swept away, or was he always in total control?

Dutifully she put her hands behind her head.

Like the dom he was, he took control. He kept one hand in her hair, and he cradled her skull with the other. She couldn’t pull away.

He moved her head slowly, allowing her to slide up and down his cock, simulating the way he’d inserted the plug, a little bit at a time, with pressure and determination.

“All the way to my balls, Alani.”

She closed her eyes, knowing she could do this. He wasn’t
that
big. At least that’s what she told herself.

When the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged. She broke position, pulling away to gasp for air.

She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and collapsed back onto her heels. She was embarrassed by her failure, and she expected his retribution.

“You’ll need more practice.”

He didn’t sound angry as she expected. “Yes, Sir.”

She nodded and knelt up, determined not to gag again.

Perspiration dotted her spine.

He guided her this time as well but a bit slower. His force was inexorable, however, and she took more of his cock with each thrust.

She relaxed and allowed him to lead.

Within a minute or so, she had his cock down her throat.

“
Fuck.
”

Despite his earlier order, she brought one hand forward and cupped his balls. His hips jerked.

He was close to ejaculating.

She pressed a finger against his perineum and worked backward, toward his anus.

He groaned.

Encouraged, she pressed her finger against his hole.

“Enough,” he said, pulling away and releasing his grip on her.

She’d never heard his voice like that, raw and ragged and laced with a loss of control.

“Yes, Sir.” Alani sat back on her heels again. She lowered her gaze and shook her head a bit, allowing her hair to fall forward so he wouldn’t see her smile. Mastering the master…was anything more heady? “Will you please fuck me, Sir?”

Unbelievably the act of sucking him made her wet. The infuriating dom had kept her on edge long enough. He wanted a relationship? Then let him consummate it. His licking her, fingering her, beating her had been fantastic, rewarding. But it wasn’t enough. She needed his cock in her cunt again.

“Now,” she said. “Now, please, Sir.”

“On the bed,” he told her. “Kneel near the edge. Breasts on the mattress, ass in the air.”

She moved deliberately, making sure he was watching her. She didn’t move slow enough to earn a reprimand, but she wanted to draw out the moment.

His eyes had narrowed, and he looked ferocious with his cock jutting forward. But, damn him, he missed nothing.

“Now,” he said turning his back and walking toward the nightstand. He opened a drawer.

She turned her head to look. He’d grabbed a pair of fabric handcuffs.

“Hands behind your neck, little sub.”

She nervously complied. Now she’d have no way to brace herself or balance when he entered her. He was no fool.

He scooped her hair to one side, and then he fastened her wrists together.

“Do you like bondage as much as pain, Alani?”

“I haven’t spent a lot of time thinking about it. It’s a part of the scene, Sir. But I liked it when you tied me to the cross.” And she had. He’d handled her so expertly. Their size difference made her aware of her femininity, and that turned her on.

“I know you like pain, but with the way you like to top from the bottom, I’m surprised you like to be tied up.”

“When you put it that way, I have to agree. Sir.”

He laughed.

It was a shared moment that shattered tension and made her feel closer to him. The feeling shocked her, and she wasn’t sure she liked it.

“You’re honest, at least,” he said. “I’ll have to break you of the nasty habit of trying to be in control.”

If anyone could, it was him.

“I told you to keep your hands behind your head while you were sucking my dick.”

Her insides tightened.

“I may have liked what you did, but that doesn’t excuse your behavior. You wanted to hurry things along. I wanted to feel your throat accommodate my cock.”

He smacked her left butt cheek, hard.

She gasped from the unexpected shock. She lost her balance and rolled to one side. “Thank you, Sir!” Despite the pain, or maybe because of it, she felt her pussy get wetter.

“You’re hot, Alani.” He put her back into position.

He placed his left hand on the back of her neck to keep her where he wanted her. Then he slapped her right butt cheek.

“Oh, God.” She groaned. “Thank you, Sir.”

Then he delivered a brutal slap against the plug.

She screamed at the radiating pain.

Almost instantly, the sensation dissipated, leaving behind arousal. Despite her intention to behave, she wriggled her rear, a silent plea for him to take her.

“Who’s in charge?”

“You, Sir.”

“When I tell you to keep your hands behind your head, where will your hands be?”

“Behind my head, Sir.”

She wished she could see his face so she could read his expression.

The spankings had been hard, but she suspected they were more to prove his point than out of any real upset with her behavior. He’d admitted he liked what she’d done, and that knowledge was power.

“We’ll keep your wrists bound for now as a reminder.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He tugged on the plug. She groaned. After the sharp slap he’d given her, that area was more sensitive than usual.

“With this plug in your butt, your cunt will be even tighter than usual,” he said. “Even more so than last night. Fucking may be uncomfortable for you.”

“I understand, Sir.” Her entire body was on fire. “I want you, Sir.” More than anything, she craved his domination.

He moved away. She surreptitiously watched as he donned a condom.

She licked her lower lip.
Finally.

“I’m not putting my cock in you until you stop moving. I’ll fuck you when you comply with my orders.”

Beast.
He was an absolute beast. Most males weren’t able to resist her, and most had no idea that she more often than not set the tempo of the sex.

She steadied her breathing and tried to keep her body still.

“Much better,” he said.

She heard his movement, and then she felt the tip of his penis against her vaginal opening.

“Don’t move,” he warned her.

“Yes, Sir.”

He inserted the tip of his penis into her cunt.

Despite his orders, she wriggled.

“Problem, sub?”

“Sir, this is hard!” This was impossible. He had no idea what he was asking from her. In fact, until now, she had no idea how hard it would be to follow his directions.

Schooling her reactions to please him was new, different. She hated it. She liked it. The complexity of this relationship astounded her.

“More?”

“Please.” Despite the fact they’d fucked earlier, the edge was still there. In fact, impossibly, she was hungrier than she had been. “Yes, yes, please, Sir.”

Instead of complying, he feathered a few light touches across her swollen clit. She was panting, desperate for him to claim her.

He pulled out and then pressed forward a bit deeper.

She gasped. Being fucked with a plug this big in place was mind-blowing. There was no way he’d get his entire cock inside her.

“Ask for it.”

“I want you inside me, Sir!”

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back toward his thrusting hips.

She cried out. It took several strokes, but finally he was all the way inside her.

The sensations were overwhelming. She panted, almost unable to breathe.

“I like the way your ass and pussy are full,” he said.

“Me too, Sir.”

He moved one hand from her shoulder and placed his free arm under her belly to tilt her pelvis. “Kukae!” The angle pressed his cock against her G-spot.

“You may only come with permission.”

She was helpless.

He’d secured her wrists, held one shoulder, and he’d filled her pussy and ass totally. This man possessed her body.

She was afraid he was working on her soul too.

He withdrew his cock.

“Please, Sir, I want you inside me. I want to feel you. I want to come.”

“Stay exactly in this position.”

He moved his arm from under her hip bones. He dug a hand into her hair, pulling back her head, imprisoning her. She was helpless, needy, greedy. “Fuck me, Sir!”

He did. Hard. Fast. The way she liked it.

She met each thrust, keeping her legs apart to invite him deep inside.

The sensation of his hard cock in combination with the rigid glass plug overwhelmed her.

An orgasm unfurled deep inside her. “Sir? Sir! I need to come.”

“Hold it,” he told her.

She didn’t know if she could.

She squeezed her eyes shut. She drank in short, desperate breaths.

“Just a little longer,” he told her.

She wasn’t sure if it was a command or a request.

“I… I…”

“Don’t you dare come, Alani, unless you want to be punished.”

He blew her mind.

Master Nathaniel let go of her shoulder and slapped the side of her thigh. The sting overwhelmed her. Even though his hand was dug into her hair and pressed against her skull, she moved her head from side to side. She couldn’t hold off, couldn’t. “Sir!”

“Now,” he ordered.

The orgasm ripped through her. She cried out and clenched her pussy around his cock. He impaled her, controlled her. He pressed a finger against the base of the plug, keeping it in place as she climaxed.

The feelings of surrender, pain, and pleasure overwhelmed her. “Thank you,” she murmured. “Thank you, thank you.” She’d never had an orgasm that powerful, that sustained.

“I’m not done with you,” he said when she would have rolled to one side.

Her body was still shaking as he drove into her again.

Did the man show no mercy?

He released her head and captured her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her as he fucked her.

She was lost.

Instead of fighting, she surrendered.

She was carried away on the heady mixture of pain and bliss. The plug hurt; his occasional slap burned. And he dragged orgasm after orgasm from her.

“So beautiful,” he told her. “When you’re not fighting me, when you’re being a good little sub.”

His approval made her fly on euphoric wings. “Sir… Sir…” She had no idea what she was asking for, but he seemed to know, exactly.

He filled her, demanded her response, satisfied her.

He fucked her for an impossible amount of time.

When she was sure she could take no more, she felt the change in his tempo. His cock seemed bigger; his thrusts seemed more powerful.

She wanted him to come. She hungered for his possession.

“Get your ass up higher, Alani.”

She struggled to accommodate him. Between his strong thrusts and her weak muscles, that was considerably more difficult than she could have imagined.

She moved and wiggled.

He groaned.

“Fill me, Sir!”

His fingers were dug into her skin against her hip bones, maybe leaving bruises. She didn’t care. In fact, it made the joining even more sexy.

He stilled.

The heat of his orgasm surged into the condom.

He pulsed deep inside her.

He held her tight as he continued to spurt.

She turned her head to the side against the bedspread. She smiled. He’d satisfied her, but there was no doubting his ejaculation had been long and hot. She was sated, but she’d taken care of his base needs as well.