Master of Pleasure (5 page)

For the third time that night, that
impossible wildness came over her, made her buck against him and
meet him thrust for thrust. She was ready to disintegrate, to
implode from her pussy inwards. His face was buried against her
cheek, and she was all but crushed beneath him as he began to kiss
and suck on her neck.

Then, he informed her softly in her ear that
he knew she wanted to come. He told her he wanted it too. But that
it had to be exactly when he told her to.

Zara blinked, trying to figure out how in the
world she was going to transmit that information to her pussy. It
seemed to have a mind of its own, responding only to the call of
cock. Still he stroked in and out of her, causing the bliss to
crescendo past endurance. She was whimpering and writhing beneath
him, but his warning eyes could not be ignored.

“Zara…”

His tone made her shiver, but if she had any
doubt that he could enforce his command, then she soon had those
doubts debunked. He was seizing hold of one of her breasts,
massaging it for a moment, and then suddenly, landing a slap which
sent it swinging. She gasped. He slapped again, across the frontal
flesh, making it throb along with her nipple. She moaned, the blow
bringing such a delicious swell of moisture to her pussy. It stung
her to attention, and somehow, she was able to draw her body’s
focus away from the amazing pleasure, to the opposite edge of sweet
pain.

“So, tell me how much you want to come.”

His words permeated her frenzied state of
fighting to stay on the brink without toppling over. She could only
sob out her response. “So much. I need to come so bad. Please Sir,
now
.”

“
Now
? I wonder who’s in charge here,
you or me?”

“Oh, you, Sir. Only you. It’s just…just that
I can’t…I can’t take it. It’s too much. Sir
, please
.” Zara
wasn’t ashamed to beg; in fact she was hoping it would have an
effect on her dominant lover. She hoped to reach out to him now
that he was hearing her beg for her own relief, knowing it could
only truly come from him.

Only he could give her the utter release she
so terrifically longed for.

* * *

He loved to hear her plead, that became
clear. It was part of her discipline, to show her never to forget
who really was the boss, in every way. For every pleasure, every
ounce of bliss that she received, she was to always tell herself
that he was the one allowing it all take place.

And now, it looked like at last he would let
her find release. She could feel it in his thrusts, which were no
less punishing. But still, there was always an edge of sweetness to
the ferocity, a slash of sensuality within the kink.

He ground his hips into her, sending his
mushroom cap into corners of her pussy that held the trigger to her
ecstasy. His rhythm was relentless, fast and hot, and her walls
could only grip to him like a suction tube, drawing in every single
inch of him balls-deep into her core.

“
Zara
.” Her name had never sounded so
sweet coming from another’s lips. She peeled open her eyes to gaze
up into his face, seeing the emotions raging there – and knowing
they mirrored her own. She was clutching to his waist as his
thrusts almost drove her into the ground. There was such intensity
in their passion now, and even she could tell that at last, he was
getting to the point of no return.

He didn’t fall through though, not yet. He
was waiting for something.

“Ready, Zara?” he asked, his voice gruff as
he penetrated her with his eyes. She knew what he meant; it was a
question her body had been waiting to hear for the last hour or
more.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”
So ready I could
combust
, she added silently, never taking her gaze from him. He
was smiling tenderly, and for the first time she began to notice
the tiny beads of perspiration gathering at his forehead,
plastering his hair to his scalp. She could almost believe then
that all this had been as much a torture for him as it had been for
her.

“Then go wild, baby. Come for me,” he told
her softly.

Zara could never have believed it possible,
but it happened. Almost on demand, she felt her body start to spasm
as her release welled up like a fountain. With just those words,
spoken in that now familiar, compelling tone of voice, Chase had
activated her orgasm.

He never stopped thrusting at that same
piston speed, not easing up even as she arched her back and
screamed. Zara came in a shuddering rush, her whole body jerking as
his cock slammed into her again and again, filling the room with
the slapping sounds of their colliding flesh.

For a few moments she was lost in a void,
oblivious to any sensation but the spirals of ecstasy that rippled
through her. From far away, she finally heard her name being ground
from his lips, and felt him surge into her with his own equally
tumultuous climax.

The bliss, the culmination, was mutually
accomplished. She spun back down to reality, clinging to him in the
final agonies. If there was anything better than this, she’d never
known it. Had never felt an orgasm so powerful it had almost caused
her heart to stop beating. He’d tormented her to this point,
withheld her release each time so that she could feel this final,
outstandingly perfect zenith of pleasure.

Zara was very, very grateful. So grateful,
that she heard herself whisper the words,
thank you Sir. Thank
you for giving me such an exquisite orgasm. For making me first
suffer so I could truly understand pleasure…reward. And I can’t
wait for it to happen again…

~ * ~ * ~

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