Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (8 page)

Emma pulled helplessly on her bindings. Pure fear pulsed through her veins. Realizing she was trapped and there was no means of escape, the words “Master Zane, I’m scared” tumbled from her mouth.

He leaned down and gently kissed her lips. “Shhh, baby. Be a brave girl for me.” He trailed his fingers down her arms and cupped her face. “It would please your Master.” His eyes were deepest pools of cobalt blue.

She nodded, frightened, but excited and mesmerized, too. The idea of being totally at his mercy intoxicated her. Gradually he moved down the bed, letting his fingers caress every part of her naked body. His hands massaged her breasts, the palms rolling over her aroused peaks until she quivered with enjoyment.

“It pleases me that my sub responds well to her Master.”

“Yes, Master Zane.”

He moved lower, caressing and kissing her stomach, dipping his tongue deep inside her belly button. He raised his head and held her in his gaze, before skimming his tongue over the length of her baby-smooth pussy. She saw her legs trembling as his large hands cupped her buttocks and waist, and pulled her forcefully down the bed. The leather restraint securing her arms above her head flexed slightly, pulling her taut until her legs folded over the edge of the bed. A bolster lay nearby and he rolled it under her butt, making her whole body arch, ready to be fucked. Just her head and shoulders remained in contact with the soft gossamer quilt.

“Master Zane, I feel I have no control. You’re frightening me.” Her voice quavered.

“No need to worry, my sub. Your Master is simply making you aware of who’s in charge.”

A submissive whimper left her lips as he attached a leather strap around her knee, and then secured it to the thick ornately carved bedpost. He did the same to her other knee, opening her pussy wide for his perusal. Zane observed everything, every intimate womanly part of her.

“Oh, God, I feel so exposed.”

As she looked down the length of her body, her breasts jiggled with her rapid breathing. With the bolster firmly placed under her butt, her stomach rose up quivering with the adrenaline flooding her veins. Her legs were spread wide apart by the leather restraints, allowing Master Zane complete access to her pussy and butt hole. They were now his to do with as he pleased. She’d never felt so exposed or turned on.

Emma had never felt so frightened and vulnerable, either.

Her lower lip trembled. A teardrop slipped from her eye and meandered slowly down her cheek. “Master Zane, please, I’m scared.”

Zane sat beside Emma’s prone body, and stroked a hand through her soft blonde hair. He brushed it tenderly away from her face. He saw she was frightened, and it made him feel that he wanted to protect her. His hard cock throbbed inside his pants, but he knew that if he pushed her too far, then he could frighten her away altogether. “If you want it to stop, then use your safeword, baby.”

“Just talk to me, Master Zane. I’m way out of my comfort zone. I’m not used to giving away so much control.”

Zane feathered a hand down her cheek. “Shhh. I’ll look after you, I promise.” His heart was pounding as the power he had over her surged through his body. When he felt the salt water trickling down her cheek, he realized just how vulnerable she felt. He leaned in and licked away a teardrop that had collected at the corner of her eye, threatening to spill. Then he kissed her slowly and leisurely, smoothing his hand down her belly until he reached her pussy. “Shhh, baby, all is well,” he soothed, teasing a finger over her sexy clit. “Master Zane will give you all the reassurance you need. Tonight is all about pleasure…Your pleasure and mine. You don’t have to do anything. All you have to do is
feel
.”

Emma had a perfect, fuckable body. He would enjoy getting to know his new sub better, but first he had to calm the inner turmoil that was tearing her apart. He knew she wanted to escape and run from him, but he also knew she wanted to experience his skillful domination of her body. This conflict raged like a typhoon in her mind.

Barely able to move her head, Emma lay almost motionless on the bed. Tiny mews came from her lips. He watched as she slowly closed her beautiful blue eyes, her breathing relaxed and her sensuous full lips slightly parted. Her pussy was wet, and he knew she was finally starting to let go of her inhibitions. “Good girl.” He gave her one last kiss and then moved away.

Zane strode to the dresser, and pulled open a drawer. Inside laid an assortment of tools designed to get the best from his subs. He selected a two-foot-long riding crop, and flexed it in his hands. When he finally returned to Emma, he stood at the end of the bed. Her legs, restrained by the leather straps, were spread wide apart. The folds of her pussy lay open like a perfect pink flower.
Beautiful
.

His prick pulsed inside his pants as he absorbed her total vulnerability. Emma was his to do with as he pleased, and it was incredibly arousing. With the bolster in place, her flawless rump raised from the mattress. The swell of her womanly belly gave way to her gorgeous, full breasts. Each pale pink nipple puckered into a hardened nub. They undulated enticingly with her breathing. Her arms were pulled taut above her head, the thick leather handcuff securing her slender wrists to the headboard. Emma was going nowhere. Not until he’d had his fill of her body and mind.

Her eyes widened as he touched the leather riding crop to her mouth. “Not a sound, my pet. I demand your complete silence, or I will punish you severely.” To emphasize his power over her, he thwacked the riding crop hard against the headboard. It made a sharp cracking noise that resounded around the room, as it impacted the aged mahogany. The breath hitched in her throat, but no sound came from her.

He trailed the soft leather tip down her neck, circling each breast in turn, and then deliberately feathered it over her clit. Just the merest touch on her open sensitive nub had her panting breathlessly. Her head rolled from side to side, but still she didn’t make a sound. He knew she would though. Experience with previous subs had taught him the odds were stacked against her. He was in charge, and she wouldn’t be able to resist for long. He smiled. He always won this game.

He touched the crop to her slightly parted lips. “Shhh, my pet. Remember, not a sound must come from your beautiful mouth.”

He knelt down, and flicked his tongue over her open pearl. “Mmm, such a pretty pussy.” He noticed her legs visibly trembling as she tried to stay in control. Pulling back her clitoral hood, he teased her sexual nub with his teeth, until he heard a sharp intake of breath. Then he gave it to her full force, sucking her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the burning bead. It was music to his ears when her cries of pure pleasure began filling the room. Slow and quiet at first, they gathered in speed and intensity, as her orgasm took hold. The sheer strength and potency of her climax left her shocked and panting.

“Oh, Master Zane, please.”

He’d won this battle with his sub. Now he would move on to the next stage of her training.

He stood, enjoying the sight of her bound body as she slowly regained her composure. A fetching pink blush colored her cheeks, and her stomach undulated sexily as she fought for breath. Her tongue darted snakelike from her mouth. He leaned in and touched the tip of the crop to her lips, tapping it several times against the pretty Cupid’s bow. “You broke the rules, my pet. It is my duty as your Master to discipline you.”

Breathlessly she replied, “I’m sorry, Master Zane. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help myself. You made me do it.”

“Are you blaming your Master for you disobedience?”

“No, Master Zane, I’m sorry. I spoke out of turn.”

“In that case I accept your apology, my pet.” Zane trailed the crop down her glowing naked body. He adored the way the perspiration glistened on her feminine skin, giving it a pearlescent appearance. “Now where should I administer your punishment? Your thighs?” He traced the leather crop over the soft flesh of her legs. “Or maybe the soles of your feet?” He touched the crop to her instep and watched her squirm. “Hmm, what to do? As you have not disobeyed your Master before, I’ll allow you to choose.”

“My buttocks please, Master Zane.”

“Excellent choice, my pet. You possess a beautiful, fleshy butt.” The bolster raised her creamy ass from the bed. He squeezed each butt cheek in his hands, massaging the soft globes to concentrate her mind on what was about to happen. He saw the apprehension in her eyes.

The riding crop made portentous swishing noises in the air as he took a couple of practice swings. “Just making sure my aim is true.” He then whipped the crop against the fleshy part of her butt. It was more like a tap, than a strike, but he had to introduce her to D/s play gradually. He didn’t want to scare her away. He must have judged it right, because Emma didn’t cry out, she just bit down on her bottom lip. “Excellent, my pet, excellent.” He soothed his hand over the red mark clearly visible on her peachy ass, and stared into her beautiful face. “I hope my sub has learned her lesson. There is to be no sound coming from those sweet ruby lips. Not unless I give you permission. Understand?”

When she nodded her agreement, he immediately slid his tongue along the length of her totally hairless slit, smoothing it from butt hole to clit in one fluent movement. Her feminine arousal had grown, and spread like nectar in his mouth. This time he speared two fingers deep inside her cunt as he dragged his tongue repeatedly over her swollen nub.

Soft whimpers tumbled from her lips as she climaxed again. “Oh, Master Zane, I can’t help it. I’m so sorry.” He lifted his gaze and watched mesmerized as she lost her battle to remain silent, and instead gave in to the undiluted satisfaction of yet another noisy orgasm. Her head thrashed from side to side, and her stomach lifted as she tried to escape his teasing tongue.

Zane pulled away, and paced the floor. He angrily swished the riding crop in the air several times for dramatic effect. “You disappoint me, my pet. Twice you’ve made a sound without my permission. You must be disciplined for your own good. Two more strikes will be administered to your butt. Understand?”

“Yes, Master Zane. Thank you.”

It pleased him how well she slipped into the role of sub. His cock ached for Emma. He needed to be deep inside her feminine wetness. It would be an aphrodisiac beyond belief to feel her heart fluttering like a cornered wild animal, as he took total control of her.

Zane raised the crop high above his head, before disciplining her creamy butt twice more. He then massaged the tender flesh, soothing away her submissive cries with gentle caresses of his fingers.

“See how well your Master looks after you.” Each time his palms soothed the redness from her butt, he flicked a thumb across her clit. She held her breath. Her eyes searching his to second-guess what he would do next. “Remember, not a sound, my pet.”

Zane touched her pussy, tenderly caressing her clit before sliding two fingers deep inside. Her vaginal walls clamped and spasmed around him as he finger-fucked her. With them still inside her, he dipped down and swirled his tongue over her clit as yet another orgasm came quivering and shaking from her body.

A scream left her lips. “Oh, Master Zane. It’s so powerful it hurts. No more, please.” Her head rocked back and forth, as she muttered incoherently. Zane removed his sweats. His cock stood to attention, the purple crown, weeping from his arousal. He stroked it from base to tip.

“You’ll want this, my pet.”

She lifted her head and looked at him. Her eyes widened as she saw what he held in his hand. “Oh, Master Zane. Yes, just you, Master Zane.”

Zane rolled a condom down his shaft, and then moved between her legs. He held his cock at her entrance, and leaned over her. Holding his hands either side of her body to keep his weight from her, he slowly sunk his length inside her. She was so tight. Her multiple orgasms had sensitized her vaginal muscles until they clamped around his prick like a vice.

“Oh, it hurts so good.” Her chin lifted as she writhed with the ecstasy and the agony, stretching her head back as she gave herself completely. Her breasts thrust toward him, offered to him in ultimate surrender.

Zane swooped down and licked the pulse at the base of her throat. He felt her heart beating like a frightened wild bird. He feathered tiny kisses to her beautiful ripe breasts, plucking the tender nipples into his mouth, and teasing them with his teeth.

Each stroke of his cock made her whimper and moan. He couldn’t have wished for more from a new sub. Emma was everything he wanted in a woman—intelligent, soft, and submissive. She was extremely compliant when she gave him control.

He stared into her hooded, baby blue eyes as he thrust deep and hard. Teardrops clung to her lashes. Her vulnerability overwhelmed him. At that moment he saw her for the first time. He saw
her
, and something twisted deep in his gut. She wasn’t just a new sub he wanted to train and use for his own personal enjoyment. Emma was far more than that.

Zane needed to know her on an emotional level, too. He wanted to see what she ordered at a fancy restaurant. He wanted to be there when she first woke up in the morning. He wanted to know what made her tick. He leaned down and kissed her sweet sensual lips, caressing her slowly as she came again…and again. He enjoyed the erotic feminine mews that spilled from her beautiful mouth.