A is for…(8)

“Back over the horse. I didn’t give you permission to move.”

Anna scrambled to obey, the harsh, angry tone one she rarely heard from him.

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry.”

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, jerking her head up. His cock was there, the tip brushing her cheek. “Open.”

Anna opened her mouth, neck straining. He pushed his cock in, the head rubbing over her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She wasn’t used to sucking him in this position and she gagged and sputtered, spit leaking from the corner of her lips.

He pulled out then thrust in again. There was nothing elegant or skilled about this oral sex. He was using her, fucking her mouth. She drew in a breath as he pulled back, exhaling just as he thrust in.

“Good girl.” His tone was still rough. “I expect you to take my cock, even if the position is uncomfortable.”

There was nothing she could do but to accept the long, thick column of his dick as it pressed into her mouth.

“Lift your feet off the floor.”

Anna struggled to understand. That was all she had to balance.

“Lift them.” The crop lashed against her already-spanked ass.

Her submissive nature took over and she lifted her toes, bending her legs until her heels touched her butt. Now she was balanced on her stomach. The horse was plenty wide enough to support her, but she didn’t feel steady or secure. It felt like she was balanced on a wire, the only thing holding her up his grip on her hair and his cock in her mouth.

He bent his knees, adjusting the angle. Anna closed her eyes and gave herself over to her master, trusting him, submitting to him. She was his, he was hers. He continued to fuck her mouth, and as soon as she stopped worrying, her arousal returned with a vengeance. This was what she wanted—for him to use and fuck her. To have all control stripped away, to have every part of her touched, whether it be by pain or by pleasure.

The crop struck her ass, a much gentler swat than before. It was a quick sting followed by pleasant heat.

Tap, tap, tap. The crop worked the cheeks of her ass as he held her hair and fucked her. She knew he was about to come—could feel it in the way his cock twitched, hear it in his rapid breathing. The knowledge that she was going to make him come made her pussy and ass clench, the plug stretching that sensitive entrance to her body.

“Anna.” He breathed her name. It sounded like a prayer when he said it.

She worked her tongue along the underside of his cock. Swallowed the head when he thrust in deep. In the next moment, he was coming against her tongue. Anna cradled the head of his cock with her lips as he groaned.

Releasing her hair, he cupped her shoulders. She held his cock in her mouth, knowing he was too sensitive just after orgasm to enjoy stimulation. Her thighs were trembling from holding her legs bent up, her shoulders ached from the pressure of the arm binder, her belly hurt from lying over the horse, and her ass ached from the beating and the heavy plug that was still inside her.

Jensen pulled back, his semi-erect cock slipping from her mouth. She swallowed.

“You may put your feet down.”

She lowered them gratefully, adjusting her position on the horse and rolling her stiff neck. She could taste him on her tongue and she throbbed with the need to have him inside her.

He touched the plug and she jumped. Next, his fingers dipped into her pussy, stroking the swollen, aching lips of her sex.

“How close are you?” he asked.

“Very close, Master.”

“I think it’s time my pretty sub came.”

“Oh thank you, Jesus.”

Jensen barked out a laugh. He cupped her hips and in the next moment she felt his breath on her wet pussy.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet.” He pinched her labia and pulled them open, exposing her aching core.

“I can’t remember the last time I was this aroused, Master.”

“You’re enjoying trying new things—abrasion, arm binding, anal.”

“Oh yes, Master.”

“Good, because we’ve got more to do. Come when you’re ready.”

His lips closed over her clit. Anna screamed. The direct contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves was so intense that her toes curled. Jensen held her upper thighs as he lapped at her clit. Broad stokes of his tongue fanned the already wild fire of her desire. He pulled back and blew on her wet flesh, then circled her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Master!”

Knowing she had his permission—and she was so aroused that even if she hadn’t she would have come—Anna gave in to the orgasm building in her belly. She sobbed as the pleasure washed over her in heavy, thick waves. Her nipples were diamond hard, her ass throbbing, her channel clenching.

He pulled her deeper under the waves of pleasure, using the flat of his tongue to gently massage her throbbing clit. Anything more direct would have been uncomfortable in her pleasure-sensitive body, but he knew her, knew that he could prolong her orgasm.

Anna sucked in great sobbing breaths as her legs trembled and her pussy throbbed. The last wave crashed over her and she went limp, her head hanging down, her hair nearly brushing the floor.

“Come on, love,” he whispered, lifting her limp body off the horse. With quick movements he undid the arm binding, then massaged her upper arms and shoulders. Anna leaned against him, panting. He cupped her face, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed her, murmuring sweet nonsense as she slowly came down to earth.

Finally, Anna blinked, focusing on him.

The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Enjoy that?”

“Yes, thank you.” She tried to tell him with her eyes that she was thanking him for more than just this session, more than this one wild orgasm.

They kissed again, this time Anna a much more active participant.

“Thank you, Master,” she said as he pulled back. She shifted her weight and gasped as the plug moved.

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “Forgot about that, did you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“How about we go get some food? I’m hungry.”

Jensen pulled on the suit pants. Picking up the gray bag and another larger black one, he shoved the toys inside. Anna bent to help him, then stopped. The plug was heavy, and for a moment she thought it might slip out. Now that she was standing, she could feel the hard, cold edges of the quartz set into the base.

“Problem, Anna?”

“No, Master.”

“Liar.”

“Sadist,” she countered, knowing he enjoyed the banter.

He laughed. Another Dom might have beaten her black and blue for talking back, but Anna hated being limited to “no, Master,” and “yes, Master.” Lucky for her, Jensen felt the same.

Slinging the bags into a corner, he offered her his arm. “My lady.”

Anna started a mock curtsey, but froze as the plug pushed against her.

Jensen wrapped an arm around her. His hand slid over her ass, then touched the base of the plug. “Is your pretty little ass having a hard time keeping it in?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You will keep it in.”

“I don’t know how much—”

“You will keep that plug in your ass.” His gaze searched her face, his expression hard and relentless. “I want it in you.”

Anna shivered. “Yes, Master.”

He laced her arm through his, and then led her to the door and out into the hall.





Chapter Five


Jensen felt her hesitation as they left the Orion room. Though he’d come less than 30 minutes ago, his cock twitched. Anna was the perfect woman and three hours ago he would have sworn that their BDSM play couldn’t get any better. She was submissive but feisty, wickedly smart yet soft and yielding. What he hadn’t realized until now was how much he’d enjoy pushing her, how much her uncertainty and fear would bring out both his need to protect her and his desire to dominate her.

The way she trembled against him as they walked along the open hallway that ringed the Constellation Court made him want to throw her over his shoulder and take her back to the Orion room. The plug was big, and if not for the prompting of the checklist game, he wouldn’t have used it on her. He imagined it was hard for her to walk with it in.

Anna stopped, clutching his arm. “Master…”

“What is it?”

“The plug. I think it’s going to slip out.” Her eyes were wide.

Jensen’s nostril’s flared. “I told you to keep it in.”

“It’s so heavy…I’m trying.”

Another couple—an older Dom with salt and pepper hair leading a twenty-something sub in a school girl uniform, passed by. Anna turned into Jensen, hiding her nakedness. Jensen growled and grabbed her wrists. Forcing them behind her back he turned her face out, exposing her naked body.

The Dom stopped, looked Anna over from head to toe. “You have the first letter?” He pointed to Anna’s breast.

The large “A” he’d applied with body paint was smudged, but readable. “Yes,” Jensen answered.

The other Dom nodded to him, then walked away.

Anna sucked in a breath. Jensen was just as surprised by what he’d done as she had to be. He didn’t like to share. He wanted Anna all to himself. He didn’t mind people watching from behind glass, but Anna’s naked body was his, and his alone. Normally when they were out in the public areas she wore lingerie.