Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (14 page)

“As your sub I’ll do as you command, but I know I won’t be able to orgasm.”

“You will orgasm. I demand it.”

A soft moan of embarrassment sighed from her lips, as Emma spread her legs wide, allowing him to see her beautiful, shaved cunt and cute little puckered hole. As she spread her legs wider still, her delicate feminine folds slowly opened up, surrendering her most intimate parts for his perusal. She placed the tip of an index finger to her clitoris and began circling the burgeoning bundle of nerves with light strokes.

From his experience with women, he knew that some liked to stroke their clits up and down, while others preferred circular movements. He would often use a combination of both techniques to bring a woman to climax.

Appearing bolder now, she seemed unafraid to hold his gaze, as she continued to finger her clit. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. “You please me.”

“Thank you.” Her baby blue eyes held his. “I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of you.”

Zane let his gaze travel along the length of her body. The pressure from the diamond-encrusted clamps had turned her nipples a gorgeous shade of purple. He knew they throbbed and pulsed, enhancing her sexual experience. “Is this how you normally pleasure yourself?”

“I use my other finger, too.”

“Show me.”

A weak whimper left her lips. “Oh, Master Zane, do I have to?”

He tugged at the nipple clamps, making her pant breathlessly. “Do you wish me to tighten the screws?”

She shook her head vigorously. “No, please don’t. I’ll do as you command.”

She complied, dipping the index finger of her left hand deep inside her soaking pussy. Zane had to admit a woman masturbating herself was an arousing sight. His steel-hard cock twitching and jerking inside his pants was clear evidence of that, and he couldn’t resist leaning forward and nuzzling the underside of her breasts as he tugged gently on her nipple clamps. He glanced up into her angelic face as he tongued the soft feminine mound before taking her constricted nipple and clamp fully into his mouth. He enjoyed the submissive mews that left her pouting lips.

Now was the time to accelerate the play. “You’re a thirty-year-old woman, with limited sexual experience. How did you cope with your sexual urges? Did you use a vibrator?”

Silence.

“I ask you once again.”

Silence.

He saw her visibly squirm. He whispered quietly in her ear, “Answer truthfully, or face the consequences.”

“Yes, Master Zane,” she answered meekly.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. So where is it?”

“I threw it away when I moved to Boston.”

“Why?”

“It embarrassed me.”

He chuckled. “Ah, you’re such an innocent. That’s too bad.” She visibly relaxed, until he said, “Luckily I had the foresight to buy you one.” Zane opened his bedside drawer once more, and withdrew the new vibrator. It was still in its box, and he began unwrapping it. “Your Master thinks of everything.”

“Oh my God. You’re not going to make me use that in front of you, are you?”

“You’ll love it, my sub. I promise.” He switched it on, and handed the buzzing phallus to her. A sexy blush swept up her belly to stain her throat and cheeks. She lay motionless, with the whirling sex toy in her hand.

“Continue, my sub. I wish to see you use it.” When she didn’t immediately respond, he tugged at her nipple clamps. “Perhaps I should rephrase that.
I demand
that you use it.”

With a submissive whimper, she touched the whirling end of the vibrator against her clitoris, and held it in place.

“You make my cock so fucking hard. Do it exactly as you would if you were alone.”

A faint knowing smile touched her lips as she continued to pleasure herself, and Zane figured she was warming to the role. He moved from the bed. Slowly he began to loosen his belt before stepping from his pants. Keeping his eyes focused intently on Emma, he enjoyed the subtle nuances that played on her beautiful face. He knew she was beginning to enjoy his domination. Arousal getting the better of him, he yanked his shirt over his head, breaking several buttons in the process. Now completely naked, he leaned over and kissed her softly undulating belly. Tiny, breathy whimpers and mews started flowing from her lips. He slowly moved up her stomach, planting tiny kisses to her glowing skin.

“Keep going. I insist that you climax,” he ordered gruffly. When he reached her clamped nipples, he flicked his tongue over the sensitive nubs causing her whole body to arch, until only her head and shoulders remained in contact with the bed. A series of sexy little animal cries spilled from her lips as he tormented her swollen aroused nipples with his teeth.

Moving up her gorgeous body, he worked his way to the pulse at the base of her throat. Her heart beat so frantically. The force of the blood was clearly visible in the beautiful veins that adorned her slender neck.

Zane looked down her body. One hand held the vibrator, which slid effortlessly in and out of her wet cunt. The index finger of her other hand still stimulated her clit with fast circular movements.

He marveled at his own prowess. Once Emma let go of her sexual inhibitions, he could mold her into the perfect sub. He stood beside the bed, jerking his hard dick. Showing it to her, letting her know what she was going to get next.

He knew she was close. Her cheeks were florid and her breathing fast. Her slightly parted lips looked so fucking sexy. “Do it for me, Emma. Come for me. Then this can be inside you.”

“Oh, God…oh, dear God.” Emma’s body shook uncontrollably as she hurtled toward the point of no return. “It’s almost there. It’s almost there.” Her orgasm was so, so close. She felt herself teetering on the edge as she continued to pleasure herself with the vibrator. She couldn’t believe what she was doing for Zane. It felt totally forbidden, and yet highly erotic. She knew the show she was putting on aroused her Master. All she had to do was look at him. His huge cock stood to attention, waiting to take over. That thought alone made her pussy contract painfully around the sex toy.

When the mattress moved and she looked down between her legs, she saw Zane kneeling on the bed directly in front of her. His gaze was glued to her pussy as she continued to masturbate herself. He absorbed every detail as she slid the whirling phallus fully home and then slowly withdrew it. Her thoughts became so absorbed with beautiful Zane, that she briefly stopped what she was doing.

“Did I give you permission to stop?” he barked out. His message was uncompromising.

She shook her head. “No, I’m sorry.”

“Then continue what you’re doing.”

“Yes, Master Zane.”

Emma quickly returned to a steady rhythm, filling her pussy with the sex toy, while swirling a finger over her clit. If she concentrated on delivering what her Master demanded, then maybe she’d please him by achieving orgasm.

Her legs were spread wide, but Zane placed his palms on her knees and spread them wider still. Slowly, he let his hands drift up her thighs. When he reached her hips, he smoothed his fingers over her belly, then, circling her waist, he traced his thumbs across her stomach, which trembled and undulated with each breath. When his thumbs caressed the underside of her breasts, he stroked the soft flesh, and dipped down to flick his tongue over her swollen peaks. The air seized in her lungs. The diamond-encrusted nipple clamps made the blood in her breasts pulse and throb with a delicious erotic pain.

Zane lifted his gaze to hers as he continued to lick her swollen constricted nubs. Dark pools of deepest blue pierced the very foundations she’d always believed in. He was the devil in human form, teasing her tortured peaks, demanding that she give him her soul.

And give it she would—willingly. She would hand him whatever he wanted, because he’d shown her how exciting life could be—if only she’d let go.

Perhaps he was reading her thoughts, because he purred, “Let go, Emma. Let it go.”

All I have to do is step over the precipice. If I let go of the past, I can do it. I’m not just a career-focused woman anymore. I’m a sexual being with needs of my own.

A spasm pulsed in her womb, rising, rising, and branching out. It ripped through the carefully laid foundations of her mind, and exploded in psychedelic rapture. Her whole body writhed, and a piercing cry left her lips as she came like never before. Her pussy clamped painfully, and she arched, giving her Master exactly what he wanted—her complete capitulation, and ultimate submission. It felt invigorating and life changing, surrendering everything she had to him.

Zane pulled the vibrator from her pussy and discarded it.

“You have done well, my sub. You’re mine now.” A feverish intensity masked his face as he filled her pussy with one giant thrust of his cock. The breath was forced from her lungs as she writhed in ecstasy beneath two hundred pounds of muscle and sinew. Impaled wonderfully by his prick, another orgasm exploded around his penis, sending her into a series of incoherent ramblings.

Overpowered by his masculine presence and the intensity of his lovemaking, she was reduced to a limp rag doll. Offering no resistance, she submitted to his mighty will, as she climaxed again, with a force that bordered on the brutal. Colors flamed and popped in her head. Lights flashed and endorphins burst into life, zinging their way through millions of nerve endings in her overstimulated mind and body.

“Zane, oh, Zane. Thank you, Master Zane.”

When she finally drifted back to reality, Zane was fucking her slowly. His warm flesh surrounded her, and she clung to his shoulders, squeezing them, making her knuckles bare white.

Wrapping her legs tightly around him, she crossed her ankles, and pulled him closer still, wanting every inch of his potent masculinity deep inside her. He shone like a beacon, guiding her and teaching her about a new way of living. From now on her life would never be the same again.

His lips sought hers, tasting, teasing, nipping, and she responded by feverishly kissing him back, with a passion she didn’t know she possessed.

“That’s it, baby. Let it all go. Be the woman you always wanted to be.” He held her head in his hands, and pumped deeper still, stroke after delicious stroke, staring down into her eyes, mesmerizing her.

Emma could no more look away from this beautiful man than stop breathing. As she clung to him, she allowed her fingers to tease the thick, dark hair that fell disheveled about his face. It was the first time she’d shown any real affection toward him. The other times they’d fucked it had been just sex, nothing more. Now he made
love
to her, and it filled her with joy.

“Oh, Zane.” Emma couldn’t stop his name falling from her lips, as her head fell back, and she gave herself completely. The sexual woman she had always suppressed could no longer be denied. From now on she would always be true to herself, but most of all she would always be true to the Master who had set her free.

He kissed her neck, licking the pulse at the base of her throat. Possessive lips peppered tiny kisses to her ear, and he whispered, “You feel so good, Emma. So damned good.” He tucked his hands under her buttocks, his muscular forearms lifting her butt from the bed with ease. Letting his weight rest against her, he rammed his cock repeatedly inside her. Zane made her feel as though she were the most beautiful creature in the universe.

Emma flexed her hips and arched into his thrusts. It felt so good, being mastered by a powerful, sexy man. Their sweat-soaked bodies glided over each other like a well-oiled machine, until another unstoppable orgasm started to build…build…build.

“Master, I’m coming again.”

“Wait.” He thrust hard once more.

“But, Master—” How could she deny what her body craved the most? She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, fearing that she would lose the battle. “I can’t stop it coming.”

“Look at me.” When she stared into his cobalt blue eyes, he filled her again. “Now count out loud.”

“One.” Each time she spoke, he made another giant thrust as he continued to hold her gaze. They were the only two people left in the world, because nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed, except the very special connection they shared at this precise moment in time.

“Two.” Her whole body shook as he filled her again, sliding his cock deep inside her pussy. She gasped, holding her breath, digging long nails into his shoulders, fighting to hold back her climax.

“Three.”

When he thrust again, his cock felt huge, stretching her control to breaking point.

“Now, now, now. Do it for me now.”

Her Master’s permission was immediately followed by the exquisite pain of final release. Pleasure-giving endorphins popped and exploded in her brain, sending kaleidoscopic colors pulsing through her vision. Whimpers of intense sexual satisfaction filled the room. Her womb contracted, driving waves of pure pleasure through her pussy. The spasms were so strong she felt her vaginal muscles gripping Zane’s cock repeatedly, squeezing it, until he ejaculated his seed with a loud, guttural groan as he jerked deep inside her one final time.

* * * *

They lay on the bed, entwined in each other’s arms. The only noise was the sound of their heavy breathing, and the insistent thud of their synchronized hearts as they slowly came back to earth. Emma knew her life had changed forever. It would never be the same again. Sex with Zane was the most exciting, life-enforcing event she’d ever experienced.