“Master…”
“Concentrate on your clit.”
Around and around his fingers went, occasionally slipping deep into her pussy. The pressure on her ass increased as he continued to tug, timing the pulls to the spasms of her sex. Anna’s hips rose and fell. She couldn’t, wouldn’t stop the instinctive movement, the helpless thrusts that showed him exactly how much she wanted him, how much she wanted to be fucked.
Pain shot through her as the widest part of the plug pulled free. Anna slid forward, straining to escape the plug entirely, but he didn’t let her. Her master held it in place, keeping her ass stretched and open.
“Master, master!”
“This ass is mine.”
She shuddered. “Yes, Master.”
A stroke to her clit sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, all the stronger because of the pain. Anna raked the bed with her nails, sobbing with arousal. Jensen pulled the anal plug all the way out in one fell swoop. Her anus clenched tight. Her ass felt empty, but not for long.
Master Jensen’s cock slid into her. Anna’s breath hissed as he pressed deep into her, his hips rubbing her abused butt cheeks.
“You’re going to come for me, Anna. You’re going to come for me while I fuck your ass.”
She wanted to tell him that she couldn’t. Wanted to tell him that the pain and discomfort she felt were stronger than the pleasure. She needed clit or pussy stimulation to orgasm.
Those would have been lies. As he fucked her ass, his hips mercilessly slapping the butt he’d paddled only hours ago, the orgasm built in her belly. This time Anna recognized it, and could identify the pleasure from the anal fucking, so different and yet similar to what she was used to.
“Master, please…”
“Come, Anna.”
She screamed, arching her neck. He leaned down and bit her shoulder as she came, his cock planted firmly in her ass.
Anna’s head dropped down onto the bed, her arms and legs trembling. Jensen pulled out and Anna crawled up onto the bed, curling up into a satisfied ball. She heard him moving around and then the mattress dipped.
“Come here, Anna.”
He was sitting at the head of the bed, back propped up by pillows. His cock rose proudly, the veins standing out sharply. He hadn’t come, which meant that he wasn’t done with her. She crawled toward him, licking her lips in anticipation of taking him in her mouth.
“On my lap.”
She looked up in surprise, but obeyed. Straddling his thighs, she held herself up, her dripping pussy barely an inch above the swollen head of his cock. He plumped her breasts, then flicked her nipples until they were erect pink buds. He showed her the nipple clamps he’d hidden next to his leg. They were simple screw clamps. Licking her lips, she cupped and lifted her breasts, moaning in pleasure as he closed the clamps over her nipples, tightening them just a bit.
“Beautiful.”
“Mmm, thank you, Master.”
“You’re ready for another orgasm, aren’t you?” He fingered her pussy.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He took two pairs of cuffs from under the pillow behind him.
Anna narrowed her eyes, wondering what else he was hiding. He locked one side of a set around each wrist, leaving the other cuffs dangling.
“Lock the cuffs to the headboard behind me.”
Anna leaned forward, her captured nipples rubbing his shoulders. He kissed her neck and chest as she locked the cuffs around the vertical slats of the headboard. The cuffs had a longer than normal connecting chain, and she was able to lean back enough to look into his eyes. She expected a grin, but his face was serious.
“We have one more item on our list.”
Anna realized what was about to happen the instant before he looped a thin white scarf around her neck. The ends dangled against her back.
“Master, I’m scared.”
“Don’t be.” He touched her face. “I’m going to apply just enough pressure to restrict, but not truly cut off, your breath.” He adjusted the loop of fabric that circled her neck. “This is about pleasure, not pain.”
She dropped her forehead to his. Her safe word hovered on her lips. He held completely still, letting her come to terms with this. A too-hard paddling would result in bruises and maybe a blood blister. Asphyxiation was something much different, and much more serious.
He’d protected her, used her, pushed her to her limits. She’d trusted him with everything else, and she’d trust him now.
Anna leaned back, then nodded once.
“Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Anna sank down onto his thick length. After a few strokes, she forgot everything but the delicious fullness of his cock in her pussy. She loved looking at him as she rode him, it made her feel like a harem girl, who lived to pleasure her sultan. She rocked her hips, then lifted herself until he almost slipped out, only to sink down again. Her eyes closed, her head fell back. The clamps on her nipples added delicious pressure to the sensitive buds.
The scarf tightened around her throat. Her breath hitched in her chest and her blood pounded. As soon as she realized the pressure was there, it was gone again. She faltered for a moment, but Master Jensen squeezed her ass, eliciting a yelp.
“Focus, Anna,” he admonished her.
“Yes, Master.”
She went back to fucking herself on him, using the slow, grinding rhythm she knew would drive him wild.
Again the scarf tightened, restricting her breath for just a moment longer than the first time. She looked at her master, her lips parted to take the breath he held captive. Their gazes locked as he tightened the pressure for the third time, this time holding it long enough that her chest heaved.
A spike of pleasure shot through her. Anna’s eyes widened in surprise.
“What?” he asked, seeing her reaction.
“That felt…that felt good.”
He nodded once. “It’s restricting the oxygen flow to your brain. Carbon dioxide is accumulating and that’s what’s making it feel good’. It’s like being at a high altitude.”
She listened vaguely, glad he knew the physiology, but not wanting to think about it too much, in case it distracted her from the pleasure.
She could feel his fists on her back, knew he held the ends of the scarf there. It both thrilled and terrified her that he controlled her so completely.
“Faster,” he growled, and Anna increased the speed of her hips.
He stole another breath from her, holding it long enough that her body spasmed, reacting to the denial with an illogical pleasure. Giddiness swept through her.
“Faster,” he demanded again.
Anna braced her forearms on his shoulders, threw her head back and fucked him hard and fast. Her ass slapped his thighs and the resulting pain was sweet pleasure.
He pulled the scarf tight around her throat.
“Come, Anna,” he demanded.
Anna’s whole body convulsed in pleasure. The split second of oxygen deprivation tricked her body into a heightened state of pleasure. Her chest heaved, she could feel her pulse fluttering in her neck. She was owned, controlled, pleasured and worshiped. She trusted him completely. He mastered her, body and soul, and she owned him in returned. The scarf went slack and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still as he jackhammered up into her pussy, shouting as he came deep inside her.
Anna collapsed against his chest, the scarf still snug around her neck.
Chapter Nine
For the second time that day, Anna broke down. She sobbed, releasing the last bits of tension she held in her body. He freed her from the cuffs and clamps, then laid them down and curled around her, holding and protecting her. When she rolled over to face him, she could see the power and impact of what they’d done in the tense lines of his face. She kissed and stroked him, her touches not meant to arouse but to calm. He laid his head on her breast, the tension slowly leaving his body. She rested her hand on his back, feeling the scars there.
“They’re not sexy scars,” he said quietly.
He’d said it a million times before. She doubted he knew how much it revealed about his internal wounds.
“They mean you survived,” she replied simply.
Anna closed her eyes, going back to that waiting room. She remembered the moment they’d come for her, taking her into the hospital, where she’d gotten her first look at the boy she loved. But it hadn’t been a boy who lay there, it had been a man, his body wrapped in gauze, forty percent of him burned, the result of a helicopter crash.
In the eighteen months since they’d broken up, she’d landed the job she wanted. She’d even tried to date—but it hadn’t worked. She found the men she met at the firm or at posh cocktail parties weak and insipid. She’d longed for her former boyfriend’s strong hands—and she’d hated herself for choosing a career over a future. Though only in her mid-twenties, she’d started to feel like her life was over.
She’d been rescued, given an outlet for those dark feelings by a senior partner in her firm, Ramon Leo. He’d noticed her disdain for the men in their circle of acquaintances. He’d invited her out for drinks, plied her with expensive champagne, and asked her about her love life. Too tired and drunk to care, she’d told him how much she missed a strong man.
The next weekend, he’d brought her to Las Palmas as a guest. Senior partner Ramon Leo turned in to Master Leo. He’d tutored and guided her as she explored her submissive side. When she’d received the call from Camp Pendleton, Ramon Leo had been one of the first people she’d told.