Waiting for Master (BDSM Erotica) (3 page)

Harriet swallowed as a frisson
ran up her spine. “Oh, yes.”

Jonathan reached for the
champagne and poured them both another glass.
“Drink,” he ordered as he
handed her the champagne.

Harriet obliged, draining the glass.
The cool bubbles trickled down her throat, easing the dryness in her mouth.
When she had finished it, he took the glass from her and placed it on the side.

Jonathan leaned over her. “Are
you ready for more?” Nodding eagerly, Harriet ran her hands over his shoulders,
urging him forwards. He indulged her, probing her mouth with his skilful tongue
until she was panting with need. “I am going to do whatever I want to you, you
understand? Your body is mine.
Mine to fuck, mine to beat.
I am going to use every inch of you for my pleasure.”

“Yes, yes,” she agreed quickly.

“If you want me to stop at any
point say…well, considering your name, I think ‘green’ is appropriate.”

“Yes, green, fine,” she said
impatiently as she rubbed her palms anxiously across his chest

“Good. Now undress me.”

Yes, please.
Harriet grappled with his
t-shirt, hauling it enthusiastically from his shoulders to reveal taut, smooth
skin. Jesus, he was like a bloody swimwear model. She smoothed her hands over
him, enjoying the feel of his hot skin beneath her hands. Skimming over the
ripples of his stomach, she battled with the tie of his trousers until it came
free.  Jonathan pushed down his trousers and underwear in one go and
Harriet gasped as his manhood jutted forwards. Bloody hell, he was impressive!

Curling her hand around him, she
felt his cock pulse beneath her fingers and she gave him a squeeze. Jonathan
pulled her hand from between them and laid it above her head before doing the
same with the other one. Reaching over her, he loosened a cord from the bedpost
and wrapped it around one wrist, trying it until it dug into her skin. 
Doing the same to the other wrist, he tugged at them until her arms spread
wide. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing thickened with anticipation.

With a grin, he dragged his lips
down over her breasts, stalking slowly down her body before giving her juncture
a quick lick, causing her to jolt. Wrapping his hand around her ankle, he tied
it in the same way as her wrists before moving onto her other one, leaving her
spread-eagled with her head still propped against the pillow.

Jonathan stood and admired his
handiwork for a moment. “You’re like a fucking
offering,
I can’t wait to use that sweet little body of yours in every way possible.”

He opened the chest at the end of
the bed and pulled out a large, purple dildo.
Did he have sex toys stored
everywhere?
It had two black straps attached to it and he tore the Velcro
apart with a rip.

He prowled back over her,
crawling along her body with a lethal glint in his eye. He pressed his dick
briefly against her folds and Harriet pushed her hips up with a moan. Drawing
back, he replaced his cock with the vibrator, rotating the cold rubber against
her folds.

With a sudden thrust, he impaled
her with it, drawing a strangled gasp from her. Jonathan quickly secured the
straps around her thighs, holding the purple monster in place. He clicked it
on, eliciting a low moan from her, and left it vibrating slowly inside of her.

Harriet thought he would kiss her
as he moved upwards but instead he kept coming, bringing his dick ever closer
to her face. Her lips parted as the scent of his musk teased her and she eyed
his thick, swollen shaft greedily.

“You want a taste, slut?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master.”

He eyed her seriously for a
moment as his cock loomed in front of her face. “Do you want to please me,
Harriet?”

She nodded avidly, squirming as
the rubber dick rolled and pressed against her opening. “Yes, Master.”

“Then do as I tell you, no more,
no less, understand?”

“Yes, yes.”
Just let me taste
it.

“Do not come before me. There
will be repercussions if you do. Please your master and then I’ll let you come,
yes?”

God, she was going to scream if
she
didn’t
get a taste of that throbbing cock soon.
“Yes!”

He moved upwards, settling his
knees just beneath her armpits. He
didn’t
put his
weight on her, instead he just held his cock in front of her. Harriet wished
she could curl her hands around those tight buttocks and force him forwards but
instead he flicked his member over her lips, using her saliva to wet the tip.
The taste of salty pre-cum sat on her lips and she licked eagerly at them.

“Open your mouth… no, too wide…
that’s better. I’m going to fuck your face, Harriet.”

He forced his cock between her
lips and Harriet tucked them over her teeth as her tongue stroked at the soft
head. She would have smiled smugly if she could. She was great at sucking cock.

“Keep your tongue down,” he
snapped.

Harriet’s eyes widened but she obeyed,
letting her tongue drop back in her mouth as he worked his cock in. Pressing it
against the back of her throat, he withdrew just before she could gag and then
rammed it back in. She coughed as he thrust again, and he pounded into her,
each time coming in faster and harder.

Jonathan fucked her mouth as if
it were a wet, wiling cunt. With her head pressed into the pillow, Harriet
couldn’t
retreat from the assault of his hard dick in her
mouth. 
And
the whole time the vibrator buzzed
away carefully, increasing her arousal as he lunged mercilessly. She gagged and
retched and she could feel the saliva dripping from her mouth but he always
retreated just in time, allowing her to draw in a ragged breath.

Oh God.
The walls of her pussy began to
clench. She was going to come.
Breathe, Harriet, just breathe.
In…out…
she concentrated on the tang of his cock and inhaling deeply, but the tingle in
her sex continued and Harriet writhed as she began to convulse.

Do not come before me. There will
be repercussions if you do.

His cock tensed and she could see
the tension running through Jonathan’s body.
Bastard.
He was waiting for her to come first!

A look at his face enforced the
knowledge as she noted his tightly closed his eyes, and he released a groan.
The sound of his pleasure was the undoing of her and she came suddenly, giving
out a muffled scream as her body went rigid with a blinding release.

Hot cum flooded her mouth just as
suddenly and Harriet coughed as she gulped it down. Forcing his erection forwards,
Jonathan pressed his seed down her throat with a growl. She licked and sucked
greedily, determined
to at least get
this right.

Finally withdrawing, he wiped his
cock against her lips before settling down next to her. He propped his head up
on his hand, and eyed her twitching pussy. The dildo still pulsed inside of
her, the sensation hovering between pure agony and pure ecstasy.

Taking pity on her, Jonathan
slowly peeled apart the straps and eased it from her.  A sound of
disappointment escaped her mouth but she knew she
couldn’t
possibly take another orgasm so soon. He stroked at her cheek affectionately.

“Ah, my little whore, you came
before your master.”

Harriet chewed at her lips and
nodded slowly, dropping her eyes.

“I shall have to punish you, you
know?” he told her as he released her hands and feet.

She nodded again, aware that her
sex was already swelling at the thought.

“I’m glad we met again.”

“Me too.
If only
we’d
met sooner. I might never have married Will.”

Jonathan chuckled. “I doubt you
would have paid much attention to me. Besides, these past years have given me
some time to learn a few things. I look forward to trying them all out on you,
Harriet.”

“Oh…”

His hands came around her breast,
plucking at her nipples. Harriet groaned as he brought his head down and raked
his teeth over her hard tips.

“Your husband is a bloody fool,”
he murmured against her skin.

“Ex,” she corrected with a smile.

“Thank fuck.” Jonathan laughed.
“His loss is most definitely my gain.”

His hand wriggled under her
bottom and flipped her over with a squeal. Flattening his lips to the back of
her neck, Harriet gasped as her skin tingled and he traced the line of her
spine to her bottom. His fingers pinched into her arse cheeks as he placed a
sound kiss on each one.

Urging her hips back, he traced
lazy circles over her bottom as it stuck in the air. Harriet wriggled against
his fingers.
Oh, just put them in me!

“Put your hands between your
legs,” he commanded.

Harriet complied immediately.
“Like this?” she asked as she laid her cheek against the luxurious satin
bedding. Both hands now sat between her bent knees and it pushed her bottom up
further as her head
was forced
down onto the bed.

“Perfect. Don’t move.”

Harriet waited as he climbed off
the bed, her breaths quickening. She was so exposed, so open. He could do
anything he wanted to her. A trickle of arousal seeped down her thigh. This was
it. This was what
she’d
always wanted.

The heat of Jonathan’s body was back
again and his cock brushed teasingly across her leg, painting her skin with
pre-
cum
. She instinctively edged towards it.
Smack!
Jonathan brought the flat of his palm down on her arse with unflinching
power. She yelped at the ferocity of it.

“Don’t. Move,” he told her
firmly.

“Sorry, Master,” she mumbled.

He proceeded to secure a strap
around her thigh. Harriet desperately wanted to move her head so she could see
what he was doing but somehow she kept her cheek pressed against the bed. He
tied the other end of the strap around her wrist, securing her it to the top of
her thigh. Jonathan did the same with her other hand and she was completely at
his mercy.

“Turn your head.”

Harriet obliged and she sucked in
a breath as she took in her image in the huge gilded mirror. Her bottom thrust
in the air, her hands shackled between her legs. It had to be the most erotic
sight she had ever seen.

Her gaze landed on Jonathan and
his already rock-hard erection. She licked at her dry lips as she traced the
muscles of his torso all the way down to high tight arse. Fuck, how did she get
so lucky? She would never forget today.

Catching her eyes, he flashed a
grin at her as he smoothed his hands across her arse. With lightening movement,
he brought his hand down on her bottom. She yelped and watched as a handprint
bloomed across her pale skin.

Jonathan turned his gaze to her
arse and Harriet could do nothing other than watch with wonder as he spanked
her, each blow so powerful that it brought tears to her eyes as her skin burned.
She cried out as another blow landed exactly where the previous one had been
and her skin glowed red. Her pussy twitched and convulsed and she quivered with
excitement and fear.

“Thank your master,” he growled.

“Thank you,” she whispered
hoarsely as another smack cracked across her arse. “Oh thank you, thank you,
thank you,” she cried out as several slaps rained down one after the other.

He paused, squeezing at her
tender skin. “I’m going to fuck you, Harriet. Hard and fast and you are going
to take every inch of my cock in that tight cunt of yours. But you mustn’t come
until I say so, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Harriet held her breath as the
tip of his shaft nudged her soaking lips. He was big, but she knew she could
take him easily. Her pussy was soaking and ready.
But
she didn’t know how long she’d be able to hold off her climax. His brutal
spanking had brought her so close to the edge already.

Pinching her hips, he lunged
forwards suddenly, impaling her savagely. The sound of skin against skin rang
in her ears as he withdrew and thrust into her, her body rocking with each
movement. Harriet watched wide-eyed in the mirror, seeing his cock plunging
into her, his taut arse squeezing with every brutal stab.

Her pussy tightened around him as
she took him deep and she clenched her eyes shut. The sight of him fucking her
open cunt was almost too much to bear.

“Open your eyes,” Jonathan
snapped, punctuating his words with a powerful push of his hips.

She snapped her eyes open and
whimpered as her pussy squeezed again. Slapping her arse, he drove his rod into
her until she hung on the precipice, her sheath
spasming
around him. Sweat shone on her skin as
she
grit her
teeth, trying to hold onto her climax.

With one last smack to her
bottom, she felt his cock twitch and he thrust a finger in her tight arse,
right up to the knuckle.