Master of the Circle (2 page)

“You’ve done very well,” the Master said, and beckoned the man forward.

The man stood up, not touching himself or the girl. His cock had started to soften but still glistened and remained a beautiful shade of red.

The Master chuckled. “Clean him, love, with your mouth.”

Jenna was startled by the request, both repulsed and intrigued. Still, she leaned forward and dipped her head to his cock. He groaned at the first tentative touch of her tongue. Jenna lapped at him, tasting his cum, but also tasting the essence of his lover. She’d never been with another woman, but as she tasted his cock and the cunt that had just sheathed it, she knew that she wanted to.

“Enough,” the Master said, and the man obediently withdrew from her. His cock should have been spent, but he was becoming erect again. “As you were.”

Jenna watched from her perch beside the Master as the other couples returned to their previous locations. Their touches were more intense, more intimate than before, and she knew that the display had affected them as much as it had her. “Thank you, Master,” she said.

“You are welcome. Did you like tasting his lover on his cock?”

“It was delicious, Master.”

He shifted in his chair, and brought a hand up to his crotch, unfastening his pants. “Take me into your mouth, pet.”

Jenna rose to her knees, eager to taste him. His cock was long and thick, its broad head slick with pre-cum. Her breasts pressed against his thighs as she closed her mouth over the bulbous tip, swirling her tongue about the opening to take in every salty drop. His hands slid into her hair, hooking the strands between his fingers, holding her head in place. Jenna had no intention of going anywhere. She couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere else.

She licked and sucked his cock from tip to base, then dipped her tongue down to trace the tight spheres of his balls. He was shaved smooth and the feel of him sliding between her lips was heaven.

“Do you want me to fuck you, pet?” he asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“Then say it,” he demanded.

“Yes, Master, I want you to fuck me,” she responded dutifully.

“Would you like for me to use you in front of everyone?”

Jenna answered honestly, “I don’t care. As long as I can have your cock in me, you can fuck me anywhere or any way, Master.”

He smiled. “You are very special, and I am going to reward you. Climb onto my lap, and open your legs.”

Jenna rose up onto the chair, straddling him. He positioned her so that her calves hung over the chair arms, bringing her pussy achingly close to his rampant cock. She gripped the chair back, lifting herself slightly while he pressed his cock to her weeping entrance. She whimpered.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

“I want your cock inside me, Master,” she moaned.

He slid into her—barely. The head of his cock remained poised at the tight ring of her sheath. “Is this what you want?”

“More, please! I want all of you inside me, Master,” she cried.

“Very good. You must always be very direct about what you want,” he said, and flexed his hips.

Jenna’s body shuddered as he slid deeper inside. Her pussy was so tight as he pushed in, but she was wet and ready for him. Jenna sobbed with pleasure as he pressed deeper, seating himself fully inside her.

“Now lie back,” he instructed.

Jenna gripped the arms of the chair and lowered herself. Her back arched over his knees. Even from her topsy-turvy view, she could see that the other couples were engaged in the same types of activity. Various positions, various groupings, all exploring every sensual pleasure imaginable.

A faint buzzing sound drew her attention. She didn’t rise up, didn’t look, but when she felt a slight vibration on her outer lips, rolling over that sensitive flesh, she screamed. The orgasm rippled through her at lightning speed, her pussy contracting around his cock, gripping him.

Despite her climax, he continued, relentless. Keeping the vibe on her clit, he pinched her nipple with his other hand, plucking at the hardened bud with callused fingers. Jenna could feel another orgasm building. The pleasure was even more intense when it crested again. A hot rush of liquid burst from her. She’d heard of female ejaculation, had even seen videos of it. She’d never experienced it before, had never dreamed she was capable of it. Humiliation burned in her, but at the same time, the intensity of her release had been more than she’d ever dreamed possible.

He chuckled. “My darling girl, what a mess you’ve made.”

“I’m so sorry, Master.”

“Never be sorry. It’s a beautiful thing to see,” he said. “But still, it is a mess, and that means punishment.”

Jenna nearly came again. “Yes, Master.”

“Off of me now,” he said. “And on all fours.”

Jenna pulled herself to a sitting position and reluctantly rose to her feet. The sensation of his cock withdrawing from her triggered another pulse of liquid from her pussy. She blushed beneath her mask, but did as he asked and moved to the floor on all fours. She felt him kneel behind her.

“Your punishment will be that I will not fuck your cunt again today.”

Jenna moaned in protest. That punishment was too severe. She’d never felt anything as wonderful as his cock sliding into her wet pussy. The first trickle of oil on her ass was a warning. Then he spread her cheeks, the oil slipping between them, and she knew what he intended. It would be a first for her, but she’d told him he could do anything to her as long as his cock was inside her. She hadn’t specified
where
inside her.

He pressed one finger into the tight ring of muscles, pushing in. She moaned, shivering at the unexpected intensity of it. Her muscles trembled and she fell forward onto her arms, her forehead resting against the floor.

“So tight,” he said. “Have you ever been taken this way?”

“No, Master. Never.”

“Umm. You are a virgin then. Untouched for me.”

She didn’t reply. A second finger joined the first, and Jenna writhed at the new sensation: not pain but not quite pleasure either. Invasive.

“Relax,” he whispered. “It’ll be better if you relax.”

Jenna forced herself to breathe deeply, to allow the tension to seep from her body. It did make it easier, she thought. She heard the telltale buzzing again and a new tension crept into her. The tiny vibrator touched her clit and she pressed against it, arching into the touch. With that movement, the sensation of his finger pressing into her most secret place was different, more intimate. She moved against him, drawing his fingers deeper and a moan escaped her. She understood now why people liked that. But then his fingers withdrew and she whimpered in protest.

“Don’t be impatient,” he chided as he moved behind her.

Jenna felt the press of his cock against her. His cock was so much larger and thicker than his fingers, but she didn’t care. Jenna moaned with pleasure at the thought of being filled with his cock while the vibrator pulsed against her clit. “Please, Master. Put your cock inside me.”

“Where?” he demanded.

Jenna moaned as his rubbed the head of his cock around the puckered entrance. “Please put your cock in my ass, Master,” she said.

These were the words he’d wanted to hear from her. She’d surrendered herself to him completely. He smiled behind her as he poured more of the oil onto his cock. He pressed against her more fully, then began to ease his cock into the tight passage. She whimpered, a sound he knew expressed equal parts pleasure and pain, although she didn’t protest.

He pressed on, sliding another inch of his cock into her, reaching the second ring of muscles. He stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust, then once again moved forward. He felt her clenching around him, pulling him deeper and he groaned. She was so impossibly tight. He thrust again, and felt her shivering beneath him.

He pressed the vibrator more firmly against her clit and she screamed, her juices coating his fingers where he stroked her. “Tell me what you want, pet.”

“I want to feel you come, Master.”

He moved his hips, pistoning into her over and over. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge. He wanted to feel her coming again, hear her soft moans. He drove two fingers into the hot sheath of her cunt, feeling it contract around the invasion.

Suddenly, she screamed, bucking against him, her clit pulsing beneath the vibrator and her pussy clenching hotly around his fingers. He drove deep one last time, burying his cock to the hilt in her sweet ass. His whole body tingled, his balls tightened, then he was spilling himself inside her, pumping the hot fluid into her body. He’d wanted her for years. He’d watched her at parties and social gatherings, observed the aloof way she moved through them, as if she’d found all of them wanting. Now she was his to please and punish as he saw fit. “You are my new favorite, pet. You will be a member of the Circle now, and will no longer need an invitation,” he said.

Jenna’s body shuddered beneath him as she gasped. “Yes, Master. Thank you,” she responded breathlessly.

“You will come back here every weekend, unless I say otherwise,” he commanded. “Do you understand?”

She understood. Jenna shivered with pleasure and fear. Every weekend. It would be addictive to have the pleasure he could provide her. What would she do when he tired of her? She refused to think of it. He would fulfill her every desire, even those he hadn’t yet awakened. “I understand, Master.”

As if he’d sensed her thoughts, his next words set Jenna at ease. “If things should change, you will still be welcomed here, and you may partake with the others as you wish. I may order you to perform. Every person in this room is devoted to pleasure, but they are also devoted to me. You will never say no to me, you will never refuse any request.”

“Yes, Master.”

He smiled at her again as his hands stroking soothingly over her. Every nerve ending in her body had come to life beneath his skilled touch and even that simple caress made her pulse leap. When he removed his mask, revealing his face to her, Jenna gasped. Ross Burroughs. The wealthiest businessman in the city, he had a hand in every political office that held true power. He was the Master of the Circle. He was now her master, as well.

“And Jenna, you may not engage with the others outside this room, but if we are at a party or an event and I require your assistance, you will give it.”

“Yes, Master. Anything that you desire from me.”

He pulled her up from the floor and kissed her neck, his teeth scraping lightly over her skin prompting another shiver from her. “I like that you are such a haughty bitch in society and such an obedient subject here. “

Was that how people saw here? They thought she was the stuck up one? Jenna bit back a moan as his lips trailed over her shoulder. “Thank you, Master.”

“Go and play with the others. I want to watch you now.”

Dutifully, Jenna did as her Master desired.

The End

Author Bio

Seraphina Donavan grew up loving books. At an early age she discovered Alfred Noyes tragic and darkly romantic poem, “The Highwayman” and her fate as an incurable romantic with a gothic bent was sealed.

Seraphina currently lives in Kentucky where she works as a social worker by day, grad student by night, and author during those few minutes in between.