God, her insides ached at the knowledge he would soon fuck her. His enormous cock driving deep into her. Filling her over and over again.
“Take it all the way down your throat, slave.”
She relaxed her throat and took him deep, then glided back again. He surged forward, filling her throat, starting a slow and steady rhythm as he fucked her mouth. She cupped his balls and stroked, rewarded by his murmur of approval.
“Stroke your breast as you suck me,” he commanded.
She cupped her breast as she squeezed his cock, then began to suck. Her fingertips found her nipple and she squeezed, then toyed with the hard nub, quivers of pleasure curling through her. He reached for her other breast and cupped it as she continued to suck. Then she felt him tense. His hand fell away and he arched forward. She could feel his balls tighten and then he groaned. Hot liquid flooded from his tip, filling her mouth.
She swallowed, not letting a single drop escape. When the flow ended, she eased away and ran her tongue around her lips. The heat in his eyes caused a slow burn inside her.
“You did very well my little slave. Now stand up.”
She stood up, intensely aware of his hot gaze gliding the length of her essentially naked body.
“Show me your pussy. Open it to me.”
She reached down, her cheeks flushing a little, and drew open the flesh so he could see her opening. He leaned forward and she almost squealed in delight as his tongue nudged against her flesh, then licked her. His hand cupped her ass and he drew her closer, then buried his face in her folds.
“Oh, yes,” she whimpered.
He nuzzled and licked. His tongue swept over her clit. Then he teased in earnest. Intense pleasure coiled inside her and she moaned. It kept rising, pulsing through her, until she hovered near the edge of the precipice, knowing that wondrous pleasure was only a breath away.
She was so close.
Then he stopped.
“Noooo.”
“Now it’s time for that punishment.”
He eased her back, then stood up and guided her to a bench. He leaned her over until her torso rested on the padded fabric, her bare ass toward him.
“Open your legs.”
She widened her stance, baring her intimate flesh to him.
“Very nice.” He stroked her naked ass, his hand caressing in circles.
Then he slapped her. The smack resounded through the room, and her flesh heated. Another stinging slap make her cry out.
“Do you like that?”
She didn’t want to lie, but she wasn’t sure and—
“Answer me, slave.”
“I don’t know, sir.”
He swatted her ass again, but this time he stroked her intimate flesh afterward. She moaned at his caress.
Then she felt his cockhead nudge her opening. He pushed in, but only a little. She squeezed around him, trying to pull him deeper. He smacked her again, then slid his cockhead a little deeper.
“Oh, Master.”
He gave a quick smack to each cheek then pushed deeper.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes. Oh, please, yes.”
He slapped her burning flesh, sending ripples of pleasure through her as he glided deeper, her pussy sheathing more of his hard cock.
The pleasure and pain combined in an exhilarating rush of sensations. She wanted more. Of his cock driving into her. Of his hand searing across her ass.
His cock drove all the way inside, followed by a quick slap on each cheek. She moaned.
Then he drew out, slowly. Instead of driving deep again, he slipped free. But then she felt his cockhead nudge her back passage. She gasped and wanted to protest, but stopped herself.
She had given herself to Zane for his pleasure. And she trusted him.
He pushed forward, his cock stretching her tight opening.
He moved slowly and relentlessly, her ass opening around him. Hugging him tight. When his cockhead was fully immersed, he stopped, then stroked her burning ass cheek.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. Please fuck my ass.”
* * *
Oh, God, hearing Chelsea say that drove Zane wild. He had to stop himself from driving deep into her in a single thrust. Instead, he slowly glided into her, her passage squeezing him tightly. The heady feel of her body gripping him like that made it hard to hold back, but he inched into her until finally, he was all the way inside.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.
“God, it feels so good being inside you like this.”
“Thank you, Master Zane.”
He laughed. “I can’t tell you how much I like hearing you call me that. And ‘sir’ too. I think maybe we should make it a regular thing.”
“Whatever you want, Master Zane. I am yours to command.”
“God, baby, that is so fucking sexy.”
“Master Zane, I need you so badly. Please make me come.”
“Oh, fuck.”
He glided his hand down her stomach to her folds and found her clit. He drew back, then glided deep into her ass again as he stroked the hard little nub. She arched back against him, pushing him deeper still. Making him groan.
He drew back and drove deep again, filling her with a slow, steady rhythm while he teased her clit. He was rewarded with the sound of her accelerated breathing.
“Are you close, little slave?”
“Oh, yes, Master,” she panted. “Please, sir. Make me come.”
Her words nearly drove him over the edge, pleasure swamping his senses, but he held back and drove hard and deep. Over and over again. She began to moan, setting his blood ablaze. He flicked her clit harder, driving into her faster.
She gasped, then her moans turned to shrill wails, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure.
Heat swelled in his groin, then it happened. His cock erupted inside her like a volcano, stealing his breath. He pumped and pumped, riding the wave of intense pleasure, then finally slumped on her back.
He rested against her, the two of them panting. Soon their breathing returned to normal, though he still floated on a wave of delight.
“Thank you, Master Zane.”
* * *
As Zane’s joyous laugh filled the room, Chelsea smiled. His cock was still deep inside her and she squeezed.
“You’re welcome, little slave, but my commands are not done yet.”
A tremor of excitement danced along her spine.
“Of course, Master.”
He stood up, drawing her upright with him. His hand stroked up her stomach, then cupped her breast for a quick caress.
“Stand at the wall, by the chains,” he commanded.
She moved to the wall where he’d first taken her, excitement skittering through her. He disappeared into the washroom then returned totally naked. He moved like a panther as he approached her, his muscles rippling as he walked. To her surprise he stood with his back to the wall and lifted his arms. “Chain my wrists.”
“But Master—”
“Are you refusing me?”
“No, sir, but I’m yours to command.”
“And I’m commanding you to chain my wrists. Do it.”
“Yes, sir.”
She clamped a cuff around one wrist, then the other. He stood in front of her, in all his naked glory, essentially her prisoner.
Except they both knew the second he told her to unchain him she would.
“Now touch me.”
“Where?” she asked.
He smiled. “Anywhere you want.”
She gazed at his magnificent body. The desire to feel his solid muscles filled her. She rested her hand on his shoulder, then glided down his hard chest. Slowly, her fingertips grazed over his sculpted abs, then back up to his nipple. She toyed with it, loving the feel of the small bead under her fingertip. Then she glided downward again, the allure of his towering erection too much for her.
As soon as her finger brushed the tip, his cock twitched. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked his considerable length. She crouched down and gazed at his long, hard member close up as she stroked it up and down. Then she leaned forward and kissed the smooth shaft, near the base. His groan encouraged her and she lifted his balls in her hand then pressed her lips to them.
“God damn.”
His strained, pleasure-filled voice made her smile. She opened her mouth and softly nibbled his shaven testicles. His cock lurched and heat surged through her at the thought of it inside her again. She drew his balls fully into her mouth and sucked softly, to his groan.
She stroked his thick cock and as her hand glided over his tip, she could feel the slickness of his precum.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said through gritted teeth.
She suckled deeply.
“Now, God damn it!”
Even though he was the one chained, his commanding tone made her jerk to her feet. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and tried to press it to her slick opening, but he was a little too tall for her. He bent his knees until she could press him against her slick flesh… then she eased closer, his cock sinking into her. Tears trickled from her eyes at the sheer pleasure of having him inside her. She pushed him deeper, her opening stretching around him.
He was so thick. So hard.
Finally, she had him all the way inside, their bodies tight together. She rested against him for a moment, enjoying the feel of his hard chest against her cheek, his heart thumping loudly. His erection inside her becoming the center of her being.
“Fuck me,” he snarled, his voice filled with need.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
She drew back, the agonizing feel of his cock dragging along her passageway sending need humming through her. Then she surged forward, taking him deep again.