Master No (29 page)

He parted her pussy, sectioning it off. Too wet. She was so wet. Something had to be done about that. He leaned over and dragged his tongue over her. So sweet. He loved the way she tasted. He could fucking eat her pussy for hours and never get his fill. She mewled and whimpered above him, but it was all sweet background noise. He slid the first clamp on and went to work on the other side, cleaning her with his tongue before easing the clip on.

Perfect. She was held wide for him. This way he could see the pinks and corals of her flesh, appreciate how her clit strained from its hood. It was a perfectly creamy pearl, begging for his attention.

“How do you feel, Faith?”

“Open. Vulnerable. So hot I can hardly stand it.”

“But you will stand it, won’t you? You’ll take it for me.”

“Yes, Master. I’ll take it for you. The clamps make me ache, Master.”

Likely in more ways than one. She was so beautiful like this, straining to maintain her composure, on the cusp of sexual pleasure. Her pussy continued to be coated with the sweet honey of her arousal. He eased a finger inside her. He knew damn well it wasn’t enough. It was a tease.

“Can you tell me what you want, Faith?”

“You. I want you.”

“Oh, I want you, too, darlin’, but I need specifics. This position, these toys, what do they make you want?” He’d selected them for a purpose, but he needed to know if they’d done their job properly.

Her voice was shaky, proving how on the edge she was. “I want your tongue. Please, please put your tongue on me. Suck on my clit. Please, Master.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He added a second finger, curling up inside her. He knew exactly where to touch her to get her moaning. His fingers slid easily in and out. So wet. No other woman had ever responded to him so readily, so generously.

He’d clamped her so he could easily get to her clit. He wanted her aware of her body, wanted her to feel him as though he was touching her everywhere the clamps bit into her flesh. As though it was his fingers or teeth making her nipples and labia throb.

He finger fucked her, the muscles of her pussy tightening around him. She was close, but he wasn’t done with her.

“Faith?”

She groaned as though she knew what he was going to say. “Please.”

“You aren’t allowed to come.”

“Oh, god, Tennessee. I’m so close.”

“Then you should work very hard to back off from the edge or it’s going to be an awfully long night for you.” It was so fun to torture her like this. It was a game. He knew what real torture was and this was a game between lovers, something to bond them.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and decided to be a bastard. He stroked her sweet spot with unerring accuracy and gave her a hard suck. Still, she was valiant, whimpering above him.

More. She needed more.

He gave her one more finger. She was tight around him. Slow and steady won this race.

“I can’t, Master.”

Of course she couldn’t. He’d set her up to lose this round, but it was a game where no one really lost.

He flattened his tongue, licking up her cream, and a soft gasp let him know he’d done what he needed to.

Faith screamed out his name as she came around his fingers, her tangy taste exploding on his tongue.

Satisfaction rode him as he brought her down gently. He knew the punishment he wanted from his pretty bondage princess and it would be a while before she came again. So he let her enjoy, licking and sucking until he’d had his fill.

He backed off and Faith was flushed to a sweet pink, her whole body affected by the sex.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”

She shook her head.

“Good. You know I like to surprise you.” His dick tightened and he got ready to play.

* * * *

Faith could still feel the blood pounding through her body. It had been a wildfire in her system. The clamps bounced as Ten stood up, his hands on her knees. He looked like a decadent god standing over her. A sex god. Nothing had ever felt quite as good and right as submitting to Tennessee Graham.

Though it was rough on her pink parts.

“Before we get to your punishment, I’m going to take these off because despite what numerous people might say about me, I’m not a sadist. Take a deep breath.” He released the first clamp on her labia, leaning over to immediately suck the flesh tenderly into his mouth.

There wasn’t a ton of pain. Ten had worked the large clamps so they were really only there to draw the flesh back and reveal her clit. She sighed as he moved to the other side, giving her the same sweet treatment there. His tongue felt so good. Even after the orgasm he’d given her, she could feel her body begin to heat all over again. She had a never-ending capacity to take pleasure from this man.

Of course, she was going to have to work for it this time, but then he’d known damn well what he was doing to her, known that she couldn’t possibly hold out against such an overpowering assault to her senses.

“These are going to be a bit worse,” he murmured as he looked down on her breasts. He was standing between her legs.

At least she’d followed orders that much. She’d held her body in the position he’d asked. He reached down and flicked her left nipple, making her hiss as sheer fire seemed to scorch her.

He sat down in his chair. “Come here and straddle me.”

She did what he asked without thinking. She wanted so badly to be close to him. She straddled him, easing down onto his lap. His cock was practically crawling out of his pants. Her Master was hungry, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to satisfy himself until he’d played for a while.

Should she listen to him about Hope?

She shoved the nasty suspicion aside. This wasn’t the place for it.

“You can scream if you need to.” A wicked smile crossed his gorgeous lips as he unclamped her right nipple.

She didn’t scream, but she did feel a tear slip from her eyes. The pain flared through her system as blood spiked back into the flesh. Her body warmed once more and Ten eased the eager bud with his lips and tongue. He was gentle with the nipple he’d tortured, his hands drawing her close before he did the same with the left.

He brushed his hands up her back to the nape of her neck and she could feel his power. Callused and rough, Ten’s hands were working hands, his body a marvel of masculine strength. He could crush her, could control her, but all he did was gently tug her down for a long, slow kiss.

Ten’s kind of dominance was the ultimate for her.

“You were a bad girl, Faith. You came when your Master told you not to.”

“My Master is very good with his tongue. It’s impossible not to come when my Master put his hands and tongue on me.”

“Not going to save you, darlin’, but I appreciate the try.” He drew her down again, kissing her long and slow.

Their tongues played and she couldn’t help but sigh against him. He enveloped her in these moments. She ceased to be Faith and became something else, someone who fit like a puzzle piece with him.

“I’m going to slap your ass silly, Faith.” He whispered the words like a promise against her lips. “I’m going to teach you not to disobey me.” He kissed her again, this time an affectionate peck. “Or maybe I’m going to teach you that it pays to disobey me. I’m not sure which.”

She’d been with Doms who couldn’t laugh, who preached the lifestyle like it was a religion. Again, in Ten she’d found her perfect fit. “Very likely, Master. Somehow your punishments always bring me pleasure.”

“Stand up. Hands behind your back. I’m going to make you uncomfortable before I bring you more pleasure. This is for me. I like to tie you up. I like the way you look when you’re bound and stretched for my pleasure.”

And she liked the way it felt. Her nipples still ached from the rough use, but she enjoyed the feeling. She liked the sensation and hoped it would last for a while, reminding her of how Ten had played with her. It was his form of worship. He worshipped her body with his mouth and hands and cock, with his dominance.

She stood and placed her hands behind her back. Was he going to get his bag now? He kept the rope in the leather kit he took with him to Sanctum. He used it around the condo, too. Her Master’s endless bag of wonders. He didn’t move to leave the room this time. Instead, he pulled the power charger out of the side of his laptop and then tugged the other side from the wall.

He’d told her he didn’t need fancy toys to discipline her. He’d definitely proved that with this session. She felt him begin to bind her hands behind her back. The cord was smooth, a little cool. Ten tied her tight, but not to the point of real discomfort.

That was coming next, she was sure.

“Bend over,” he ordered. “Lay your torso on the desk. I’m going to spank you until I’m satisfied, Faith. You have a safe word. Use it if you need to.”

He pressed on her back, his palm covering the skin between her shoulder blades. He moved her until she was flat against the desk, one cheek turned to the side. She could feel a bit of the moisture she’d left when he’d tongued her to completion. It was warm against her belly. And she was making more even as he moved around to the side of the desk. She glanced up and there was something in his hand.

A ruler. He was really playing up the office theme today. It was a slappy yardstick he must have had behind the desk.

She gave him a nice whimper because that really was going to burn.

The first whack nearly made her cry out. She took the pain, letting it morph into heat. Her Master meant business though. She’d barely had time to process when he struck again. Over and over she felt the slap of the ruler against her backside. He peppered her with smacks, lighting her skin on fire. She could feel the heat. She lost track of how many times he struck. He would stop every now and again, lightly rubbing a hand over her flesh, inspecting her before getting back to business.

Tears dripped from her eyes, cleansing and freeing. She relaxed, letting the ache take her where she couldn’t go alone.

The ache seemed to fade to a slow pulse. Her focus shifted, the world turning nice and fuzzy. This was a special place. She’d been here before, but it wasn’t the same as it was with him. Him. Her Master. Her Tennessee.

She was becoming addicted to him. Dangerously so, but she couldn’t seem to do anything about it. She wanted him too badly. She’d nearly panicked when she’d realized how poorly she’d handled things earlier. He’d retreated back behind that placid stare of his and she’d known if she let it go on, she would lose him—at least the part of him she was getting to know. The man didn’t let many people under his armor. She understood that, but she meant to be one of the few.

“Have I lost you?” His hand trailed up her back.

She sighed. “Happy place.”

“Ah, your backside is a lovely shade of hot pink, but my sweet sub is in her happy place. Have I mentioned how much your freak flag turns me on? I’m going to help you get on your knees.” He lifted her up, turning her in an easy show of strength.

Her whole body felt languid as she drifted to the floor, her knees hitting the soft carpet. He stood over her, his hands finding her hair and tugging lightly, gaining her attention.

“You’re not done yet, Faith. Not even close. Pay attention.” He worked the fly of his jeans, shoving them off his hips and freeing his cock.

That gorgeous monster sprang out, bobbing in front of her face. She licked her lips at the thought of torturing her Master for a bit. She leaned forward. Without the use of her hands, she had to concentrate on staying upright and getting her very important work done. That cock needed some affection.

She licked at the head, satisfied when she heard a long groan from her Dom.

“That’s what I’ve needed all damn day.” His hands found her hair again, this time sinking in with a gentle bite.

If she was happily in subspace, it looked like her Master was deep into topspace. She licked the round head of his cock as he planted his feet and settled in. His fingers ran over her scalp before tugging again.

“Lick me. Run that hot tongue all over me, Faith.”

She did as he asked, licking him from base to tip before lightly sucking the head. She tasted the salty goodness of the pre-ejaculate already seeping from the tip. Spanking her had gotten her Master as hot as it had her.

He took it for a few moments. He allowed her to explore, running her tongue over the silky skin covering his dick. She let her tongue find the smooth surfaces, the ridges and hollows, learning his cock and the way he tasted. She licked him over and around until she made her way down to his balls. They were already tight against him, preparing to give up their juice.

“Fuck,” he muttered when she began to lick the heavy sacs. “You’re the sadist, darlin’.”

She didn’t bother to mention what that made him. It made him perfect for her.

He tugged on her hair, pulling her up. “Suck me, Faith. If you don’t, I’ll find something worse than the ruler. Trust me, I can find something nasty to slap your ass with if I don’t get what I want.”

He was staring down at her, heat in his eyes.

“What do you want, Master? I want to make sure I give you exactly what you need.” He always made her ask for what she wanted because he loved to hear her talk dirty. She kind of craved it from him, too. She loved the way his Southern accent made everything sound so polite, even the nastiest of demands.

“I want to fuck your mouth, darlin’. You relax and let your Master have your mouth. You want to do that for me, don’t you?”

Hell, yes. She simply gave him a sweet smile. “I want to please my Master in any way he would like.”

His hands tightened in her hair, right to the point of discomfort. A sweet burn along her skin that brought her back to him. “I’m going to hold you to that. Until we get on a plane for that island, I’m going to keep you naked and ready to take my cock.”

He didn’t wait for her to reply. He lined up his cock and began to press inside. He fed her his cock, pushing past her lips.

So full. He was a big man and she had to open wide. She let him move her, guiding her up and down on his dick. She whirled her tongue over and around, fighting the tight fit. She relaxed and opened her jaw wider, taking him deeper.