Her New Master(6)

She dropped her robe and climbed over him, then sat on his thighs. She stroked her hand over his chest and down his stomach, then slid her fingers around his cock. Within moments of stroking him, he hardened to marble.

“I’ll do anything for you.” She lifted her body and pressed his cock to her slick core, then lowered herself onto him. He groaned softly as he filled her.

She stroked his cheek, then leaned forward and kissed him, a sweet lingering of lips.

“I love it when you’re inside me.” She pivoted her hips, at the same time squeezing him tight inside her.

He groaned. His hands cupped her breasts and he squeezed softly, then caressed.

“I want you to come inside me,” she said. “When you come because of me, I feel fulfilled.”

His eyes sparked with light, then he rolled her under him.

“Fuck, you are a special kind of sweetness.”

Then he thrust deep, making her gasp.

He held her gaze as he drew back and thrust again. She stared deeply into his piercing blue eyes as he pumped into her. Deeper. Faster.

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” she answered without hesitation, her breathing increasing and her heart pounding.

His huge member driving into her filled her with delight. Her cells pulsed with pleasure. Her skin tingled. Inside her, pleasure coiled deep in her belly.

“Say it because you mean it.” The quiet desperation in his words haunted her.

“Of course I mean it.” She ran her hand over his chest. “You make me complete.”

He thrust deep and hard, pinning her to the bed, his body trembling as he emptied inside her. The feel of his hot come inside her sent her over the edge. She moaned as she held him tight to her body, shuddering with her own release.

Once the pleasure waned and her breathing returned to normal, he rolled her back with him, holding her close. He kissed her forehead, then tucked her head under his chin and stroked her hair. She fell asleep in the warmth of his embrace.



Mr. King sat at his desk staring out the window at the vista of the city below. Grant was going to be calling soon and… God damn it, he dreaded the effect it would have on Sylvia.

He wouldn’t deny Grant the right to talk to her. That wouldn’t be right, but he didn’t want the man reconsidering and asking for her back. Even if he denied Grant that request, Sylvia could still walk away from him and the contract. Nothing about their arrangement was legally binding.

And he knew she still loved Grant, so if the man asked…

Fuck!

He had to convince Grant that Sylvia wanted to be here. To keep being his slave.

He picked up the phone and dialed Sylvia’s extension. He knew she’d be there. He’d told Sean and Gabe to steer clear of her this afternoon.

“Come to my office,” he said when she answered.

“Yes, Sir.”

Then he hung up. Two minutes later, she appeared in his doorway.

“Come in and close the door.”

“Of course, Mr. King.”

At the sight of her, heat coiled in his belly. Since she’d been coming into the office as his assistant, he’d bought her several suits. All tailored to show off her delightfully curved figure. Usually the skirts were full enough that he could easily lift and expose her pussy, but today her skirt was long and narrow. It was incredibly sexy and sophisticated.

But there was a slit on the back, and buttons that extended it almost to her ass. He was no fool.

And he knew she wore no panties under that skirt, making his cock swell as she walked toward him. The spike heels made her legs look even longer. She wore her hair up today, adding to her sophisticated office persona.

“Take off your jacket and come to me.”

She did as instructed, leaving her jacket draped over the back of the guest chair in front of his desk. She walked around his desk and stood before him.

“What may I do to please you, Master?” she asked.

His cock twitched with need. He longed to feel her lips around him. Maybe she’d leave a red ring of lipstick. He unzipped and pulled out his cock.

She smiled and started to crouch.

“Wait. Turn around.”

She turned and he unfastened the buttons above the slit on her skirt, all the way to the top one just inches below her rounded ass. He ran a finger up the inside of her thigh, stopping at the top of the skirt opening. He wanted to touch her sweet pussy… to feel the wetness there… but not yet.

“There. That will make it easier for you to kneel down.”

She turned back to him and knelt, gazing into his eyes as she wrapped her hand around his cock. Oh, God, the feel of her delicate fingers around him set his heart racing. She leaned down, keeping her gaze locked with his, and brushed her lips over his tip, to his groan. She smiled, then wrapped her lips around his cockhead, gliding it into her mouth.

He squeezed the clip holding her hair up and watched the mass of silk tumble to her shoulders, then he glided his fingers through it. She moved down his cock, taking it deeper. He coiled her hair around his hand and drew her head back. He guided her in a rhythm, forcing his cock deep into her throat with each pulse. His cock hardened to marble-hardness in moments.

He drew her from his cock and lifted her head, still gripping her hair tightly. Then he drew her up, forcing her to stand. He released her hair and turned her away from him, then parted the fabric of her skirt. He ran his hand up her inner thigh, not stopping this time until he found her soft folds. He stroked and, to his delight, found her damp and ready.

“You’re wet for me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her words were hoarse with need as he stroked her.

He shimmied her skirt up enough to allow her free movement.

“Sit. I want to be inside you.”

He wrapped his hand around his cock and guided her down on him. She murmured softly as his thick, hard cock entered her. When he was all the way in, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight to him. He nuzzled her neck and she murmured again.

He unfastened the buttons on her blouse and cupped her breasts. “Fuck, I want to feel them.”

He unhooked the bra and pushed it out of the way so he could hold her lusciously soft mounds in his hand. His thumbs brushed across her hardened nipples, making her moan.

“Do you like me inside you, Sylvia?”

“Oh, yes, Master.”

“If I asked you to do something for me… something special… would you do it?”

She turned and looked at him with wide eyes. “Of course, Master. Anything.”

Of course he knew she would—she was a good slave—but this was different and would surprise her.

“When I make you come this time, I want you to call me Erik. And I want you to say it as if you love me.”

“I will.”

“And maybe even…” God, could he really ask her to do this?

“What is it, Mr. King? I’ll do anything for you.”

“Maybe say that you love me.”

Her face etched with concern, but she nodded.

He smiled. “Good. Now I want to just sit and enjoy for a few minutes.”

He squeezed her breasts and flickered his thumbs over her nipples. She shifted on his lap and his cock twitched inside her. He nuzzled her neck and could feel her pulse increasing.

He shifted one hand to her skirt and slid underneath, then between her legs. He found her clit and stroked it lightly. Her breathing accelerated. She squirmed a little, causing his cock to shift inside her, making them both moan.

The phone rang.

She stopped moving as he reached for it.

“King here.”

“Sylvia, please,” Grant said on the other end.

“It’s for you.” He handed her the phone and she gazed at him in surprise as she took it.

She sat still, trying to level her breathing as she said, “hello”, but he kept stroking her clit lightly.



Sylvia could barely think straight with Mr. King’s thick, hard cock deep inside her and his fingers toying with her clit.

“Sylvia, it’s so good to hear your voice.”

“Mr. Grant.” Her heart fluttered.

“I wanted to know how you’re doing.”

“Mr. King is taking good care of me.”

He tweaked her clit just as she said “good” so the word came out a hint louder.

Mr. King stroked her faster so she could barely concentrate on what Mr. Grant said next, but it was something about wanting to ensure she was happy. Oh, God, this was torture.

“I’m very happy with Mr. King.” The words came out clipped, as she tried desperately to keep her voice from revealing what Mr. King was doing to her.

“I’m glad. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Mr. King squeezed her nipple as his finger fluttered over her clit.

“I am. Thank you,” she said, her voice tight.

Mr. King took the phone from her hand. “Good enough, Grant?”

Then he pushed a button and placed it back in its cradle.

“Does my cock feel good inside you, my sweet.” He rocked it deeper into her.

“Oh, yes, Mr. King.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s so hard and thick, and so good deep inside me. It feels incredible.”

“Do you want me?”

She arched against the hand cupping her breast.

“Oh, yes, Sir. I want you so bad.”

“Baby, I want to see your naked breasts. Turn around and face me, then slide my hard cock back inside you.”

She stood up, his cock sliding from her passage, then she turned around and dropped her blouse from her shoulders. She tossed aside the bra.