The Master (25 page)

He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Do they both?”

The first was growing numb. Oh. They both would then.

“Look at yourself,” he said smugly. “How do you like variety now,
querida
?”

I peered down at my body. Damn him, the view shouldn’t arouse me this much. The sight of my clamped nipples lit a fire in me! To reclaim the initial bite—and to wipe that smug look
off his face—I shimmied my quivering, adorned breasts.

His lips parted on a stunned groan. “Do that again. Show me your new chain,
kotyonok
.” His gaze was rapt.

I shimmied once more, showing off.

He rasped, “You’re proud, aren’t you? You should be exceedingly proud.”

“You like me clamped and tied in your bed?”

“Right now I like you very much.” He trailed the backs of his fingers down my body toward the wand.

Oh, no, the clamps had distracted me from the threat of that machine, just like they’d distracted me from the fact that I was taking part in
bondage
!

“Remember, one word stops this.” He kissed my thigh . . . then turned on the wand.

I’d never felt anything like it! The thing was
increíble
!

Sensations bombarded me—the vibrations, the pressure of those biting clamps, the sound of the leather creaking as I pulled against my bonds. I shivered with awe. “What are you doing
to me?”

In a devil’s voice, he said, “You love your toy, don’t you?”

I couldn’t stop myself from nodding dreamily. “I
love
it.”

“But you’ll hate it soon too.”

Reminded of his intentions, I fought to hold out as long as possible. Perspiration dotted my skin from the battle. Need mounted, building . . . building . . . “Oh God, oh God!”

He looked transfixed, delighted. “You’re about to come for me in your bonds and your clamps. It’s good, isn’t it?”

Building . . . building . . . “Yes!” My head thrashed, my hair whipping.

“I am giving you pleasure. You’re about to scream—for me. Never forget that.”

Building . . .

The bastard plucked at the chain—

I shattered. I levitated. “
Máxim!
” Deep and wet and consuming, my orgasm made my back bow. My bonds snapped tight as my tits shook and my chain rattled.

I dimly heard some of his hoarse words:
abandoned . . . lust . . . slave . . .

Once I’d regained lucidity, I bit out, “I will kill you for this when I get free!” Had he really said
slave
?

Breathing heavy, he grated, “Not quite what I’d hoped to hear.” He reached for the wand, dialing it up a degree.

“
No!
P-please give me a minute.” I came down from that first climax, only to hurtle toward one even more powerful. Sweat now slicked my skin, dampening the hair at my temples.
“Just a second,
Ruso
!” My clit felt like it was on fire. Pressure coiled low in my belly. “I can’t . . . I can’t . . . not so soon . . .”

The pitiless devil said, “You can. You
will
.”

My next orgasm hit me in blinding waves. “
Ahh!
” I yelled from the strength of them. Over and over, my core clutched emptiness. Every time I thrashed, the clamps pinched my
nipples anew.

Gradually some of the tension left my body, but not all. I cried, “
Por favor
, why do this?”

“To make you crave me as much as I crave you,” he bit out, his expression dark, his eyes fierce. No longer did their color remind me of the ocean. This blue was like the hottest part
of a flame. “I’ll steal you from the other. Seduce you from him.”

“I-I don’t understand.”

He turned up the setting again. The vibrations were torture/ecstasy. I’d never been more
aware
of my pussy, of my flared swollen lips, of my throbbing clit. If I worked my hips, the
bulb thrummed against the inner rim of my entrance. Could I come
again
? I surrendered to it with a moan.

“That’s it,
dushen’ka.
”

I met his gaze as I began to grind the slick head, undulating wantonly for him.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

In a dreamy voice, I said, “It’s making my pussy feel so good, Máxim.”

“
Fuck.
You love the things I do to you.”

I nodded earnestly. “Uh-huh.”

“I pleasure your body better than any man ever has.”

“You do!” I worked the head of my toy.

“That’s why you’ll keep giving it to me.”

I closed my eyes, nodding.

“Look at me, Katya.”

When I did, that wicked gleam in his gaze set me off—

“
AHH!
” I came with a desperate scream. The chain rattled as my sweating body convulsed. I was shameless, turning my knees inward as far as they’d go, my hips humping the
toy.

“
Blyad´!
” His hooded eyes went wide.

When the spasms had eased to merely electrifying, I bared my teeth at him. “What do you WANT from me?”

He clasped my face, bringing his own close. “Everything.” He briefly tongued my lips. “And I’ll have it out of you. Thirty-one years of misery is lifted. I’m
owed
you!”

“Wh-what does that mean?”
Can’t think. Insensible.
“Please let me go!”

“Some masters would leave a submissive like this, disregarded to suffer on her own.”

What?
Disregard me? I had no barriers, no wall—just my vulnerable underbelly, ripe for a slice.

“But I can’t.” He eased his towering, naked frame down beside me, the head of his cock painting precum across my thigh. “I can’t leave you.” He petted my damp
hair from my forehead, tenderly kissing my mouth. “I suffer with you.”

“Ah,
gracias
, Máxim.” Now I was thanking him? For making me weak? For putting me through agony?

But he was in agony too. His cock was swollen, veins and shaft bulging. I sensed he was just preventing himself from yanking the wand out of his way and plunging into me to end this.

I caught his gaze, pleading with mine. “L-let’s both come, Máxim. I’ll be good.
Por favor, mi amor?
”

He rasped, “You are utter sweetness, aren’t you?” He traced the edge of the bulb, soaked from my pussy, then offered his finger to my mouth.

I met his eyes as I sucked it lovingly.

“Utter—fucking—sweetness.” He returned his finger to the bulb, then back to my lips. He kissed me at the same time, both of our tongues twining his finger—a wet,
filthy kiss to trade my cream between us.

Another orgasm struck. “
Mmmm!
” I screamed against his lips. I had to break away as I writhed, my limbs snatching at my bonds.

“
Stunning.
” His breaths came even quicker, sweat lathering his own skin. “Now, what do you have to tell me, baby?”

“I can’t!”

“Tell me
why
you can’t. Or tell me
yes
.”

“No! No! No!”

“Very well.” He rose on his knees, reaching for the clamps.

“Oh, wait, wait!” I wriggled my chest, but he caught me by the breast. I shook my head wildly.

“This will hurt.” He gradually released one clamp.

Blood rushed back to the peak. Currents of pain sizzled up and down my body. I went light-headed, almost passing out.

“Stay with me, Katya.”

My nipple was engorged, more sensitive than it’d ever been. “Ah! N-not the other! I can’t take it, you devil!”

He was merciless, hand poised over the clamp. “Tell me what I want to hear. No?” He eased the metal apart.

“No . . . leave it . . . don’t!” Too late; he’d removed it. My nipples felt like they’d been
branded
. I babbled in two languages. I arched toward him,
shoving the aching peaks at him for succor, for anything! “Please, PLEASE!”

“Do you need something from me,
dushen’ka
? I understand the feeling.
I
need you to say yes.”

Before I gathered my wits enough to curse him, he dialed up the wand. Then he leaned down and blew on my nipples.

I shrieked and my eyes rolled back in my head . . . as I came and came and came for him. . . .

When I could focus my eyesight again, I saw him above me. His neck and chest muscles flexed, his skin sheening with sweat.

He spread his knees and began to jack his cock. “You like to watch me, don’t you?”

This vision of him only increased my agony—as he well knew. “Can’t—no more—
por favor
.”

His legs quaked as he fucked his fist. With his other hand, he cupped his heavy sac, kneading it roughly. “Be a good girl, and tell me what I want to hear.” He released his balls to
reach for the wand. “Don’t make me do this, baby.”

“N-no,
por favor!
”

“Then tell me! Why are you so bloody determined?”

“Máxim, why do you push me??”

“Woman, you will tell—me—why!”

“Because!”

“Because why? Damn it, answer me!”

“When this ends, I want to be left in one piece!” There. I’d said it.

“Your heart in one piece?” His gaze was almost inhuman, his piercing blue eyes full of fire. “Too fucking late. You might as well enjoy the fall.” The crash. He turned
the dial up to the highest level.

Instant orgasm.

Relentless.

Bone-melting.

As my back bowed sharply, I screamed, “YES! I-I’ll go! I’LL GO WITH YOU!”

My words were cut off by his brutal yell. He began to ejaculate, pumping semen over me.

I screamed louder as his hot cum landed like a whip over my body. He striped lashes across my belly, my toy and swollen lips, both of my breasts. My abused nipples. As I writhed beneath him,
semen pooled in the dip of my collarbone and mixed with my sweat. “
Mercy!
”

He lunged for the wand’s cord, yanking it from the socket, then collapsed over me.

Between heaving breaths, he said, “We leave the morning of the twenty-eighth, Katya. You have shopping to do.”

A
fter selecting several pieces of jewelry, including pearl earrings to go with my necklace, I vacillated over a gold pair that were crazy
expensive—as in
could also buy a luxury sports car
expensive. They were dangly, with the tiniest padlocks and keys at the ends.

The older male jeweler polished his glasses and said, “Take your time, dear.”

Today, while Sevastyan had been making last-minute tweaks to security for his brother’s wedding (how much security could one wedding need?), he’d had vendors come to the hotel.
“I know you loathe shopping,” he’d told me, “but you’ll have to suck it up.” So said the king.

After I’d been
persuaded
to attend the wedding, I’d done a risk/reward analysis. Reward: more life-changing sex, traveling, seeing snow for the first time. I would get to meet
his family and friends and learn more about him. I wondered how he would introduce me, how he would act around others.

Risk: the crash. Yet I’d worked to convince myself that I couldn’t possibly fall so quickly. A little over a week? It was crazy even to think about! Right? I could go, enjoy the
wedding, and my heart would be just swell.

In any case, I had no choice about attending;
to bad weather . . .

This jeweler was the last of the vendors left. He’d displayed his wares across the long dining room table, atop a roll of black velvet. Earlier, Sevastyan had strode by on his way to the
study. “She’ll take them.” He’d waved at the entire collection.

I hastily assured the jeweler, “He’s joking!”

“Of course, dear,” the man had said, but we both knew Sevastyan had
not
been joking.

At Máxim’s insistence, I’d filled two closets. When the stores came to you, shopping was a completely different experience. I had more shoes than I could count, luggage,
boots, skirts, blouses, sweaters, snow gear, purses, an unforgettable full-length dress for the night wedding—and drawers of lingerie.

Trying on bras had been a chore because of what he’d done to me the night before. This morning, my nipples had remained swollen, and my body had felt battered. To get through my run,
I’d had to pop Advil and tape my nipples with Band-Aids. Sevastyan had watched me running again (
avidly
, a lion to my gazelle). Once I’d finished, he hadn’t even waited for
me to pass the bed; he’d nabbed me directly off the treadmill, forcing my legs around his waist. He’d tugged up my bra, asking, “What’s this?”

“Tape.” I’d gasped as he yanked my shorts aside and thrust into me. “They’re t-too sensitive.”

“You poor thing,” he’d said, but his eyes had been gleaming.

Throughout the day he’d pulled me into our room to kiss them better—sweet, gentle kisses all around my nipples. Which had just made them worse!

To add insult to injury, he’d taunted me with his mirror message. I’d last written about the door hitting my ass on the way out. His reply?

How far will you get tied to my bed?

Fucking devil! I’d replied:
Baby boy, all the way to Nebraska.

The mirror was huge, but we were already running out of room.

Now he returned from the study, ending a phone call. “What’s the hold up?” he asked me.