Show Me, Baby:A Masters of the Shadowlands Novella(23)

"Don't move, subbie." His order held a growl that kept her legs in place.

The claws moved upward, then wandered to and fro over her torso. Below  her breasts. Across her stomach. Above her mound. He made slow circles,  small circles, wide circles.

The skin of her stomach grew more and more sensitive, then as if he'd  turned a rheostat, her entire body became intensely aware of  everything-the strength of his hand on her face, the scrape of his jeans  against her hip, the cool air touching her damp pussy.

He ran the claws over the top of her breasts and paused, hovering over her left breast with the claws spread in a circle.

She squeaked in protest. Not there. No.

As he drew his fingers together, the needle tips scraped toward her  nipple, panic-inducingly dangerous yet terrifyingly erotic. She was  aroused, so, so aroused, panting for air and somehow frozen in place.

His gaze traveled from her face, her shoulders, her hands, and back to  his claws. One tiny needle dragged over her nipple with enough sting to  send a sizzle through her. To have her pussy throbbing with need.





Jake smiled as the slow application of sensual pain drew Rainie closer and closer to an orgasm.

He picked up his hand and started to set the claws on her other breast.  But no. He wanted more. Wanted to see her climax with a need that was  probably equal to her own. She came more beautifully than any woman he'd  ever seen.

Turning sideways, he touched her mound with one bare finger. Her  breathing went staccato for a moment. Unhurriedly, he fondled her pussy,  enjoying the naked smoothness of her plump outer labia. Her darkly red  inner folds were carnally slick. Ready for him. But he could wait … a  while.

"I think you need a little more to occupy you," he said. "I wouldn't want you to get bored."

Her tiny snort held both laughter and exasperation … and a hint of worry.

With his free hand, he took a rabbit vibrator from the toy box, choosing  a size slightly smaller than his own cock, so he could enjoy filling  her when he took her.

Her eyes widened, but a warning look kept her from speaking.

He wet the vibrator in her juices and slid it up into her cunt. She was  puffy enough the vibrator stretched her, and she inhaled sharply.  Perfect. With the rabbit in deep, the small vibrating ears barely  brushed her clit. With a few clicks of the controls, he set it to a  wavelike rhythm, from slow to fast.

She made a gloriously helpless noise. Her hips lifted. Wiggled. The  color in her face increased, her lips such an inviting red that he took  himself another probing kiss.

His dick throbbed its own demand, but he wasn't through playing with  her. He sat up and simply enjoyed the sight before him. What was there  about having a submissive tied on his couch, open to his use? And when  the submissive was Rainie? All soft and round, color high, quivering  with arousal and anxiety. Sheer fucking loveliness.         

     



 

So. She was filled with the dildo, clit teased by rabbit ears. Time to top off the array of sensations with something sharp.

Lowering his voice to a warning growl, he said, "Don't move, sweetling. I don't want to hurt you … too much."

A shiver shook her brutally enough her breasts quivered.

Still sitting beside her, he laid his claw-tipped hand on her left breast, letting her feel the pinpricks of pain.

Her moan of protest made him harder than a rock.

Using a pulling motion, he dragged the claws down Rainie's breast until  the points converged on her pointed, dusky nipple. Her poor areola tried  to bunch tighter. To add to the fun, he rolled her other nipple between  his unadorned thumb and fingers.

"Stop," she whispered. Against his hip, the muscles in her thigh grew rigid with her approaching climax.

"No," he whispered back and stroked her breast with the claws again. "Do  stay nice and still when you come, baby, or these might draw blood."  The skin on her breasts was delicate, her nipples even more so.

She gave a muted whine of protest and tugged at the restraints. Her  hands clenched as she tried to exert control over her impending orgasm.

"Poor subbie," he murmured. Each breath brought him the scent of her  arousal, and the insides of her thighs glistened. He reached down and  reset the rabbit's rhythm to a quicker build-up with a pause before  starting over again.

As she shuddered with the fresh onslaught of vibrations, he gave her two  more strokes of the claws. Then he switched to her other breast,  leisurely drawing the points to the pink tip. There he paused to dig in  the sharp claws slightly.

Sweat broke out on her upper lip. Her thighs trembled as fear of being  cut warred with her unstoppable orgasm. Her breathing held a delightful  moan with every breath.

There was a sheer glory in driving her to this point-to where she was  submerged in sensation alone, to where she was focused only on what he  gave her, hearing only his voice …  Keeping her nipple trapped in  sharpness, he laid his free hand on her mound, scissoring his fingers on  each side of her clit so he could lift it right against the rabbit  ears' vibrations. "Come for me, sweetheart."

With a low wail, she climaxed, still struggling to hold still. The  effort would internalize the spasms so her orgasm would last-at least to  her-forever.

As her muscles went limp, her skin glowed with the light sweat covering her body.

Gorgeous.

He dropped the claws onto the end table so she could clean them later  and fully appreciate their sharpness … before the next time when he'd use  them on her pussy.





Rainie felt … satiated, as if every nerve in her body had imbibed  chocolate cake. With thick frosting. And sprinkles. She was drowning in  after-sex repletion.

Yet, when her eyes opened to Jake's heated, assessing gaze, she was  ready to go again. And again. As long as he wanted her, she wanted him.

Even more, she needed him to get his own satisfaction-needed to give that to him. To make him happy.

Because he was Jake. Amazing, incredible, impossible. From his absolute  control and ability to read her, his perfect technique, his harder than  rock body, to his intoxicating scent of light pine and musk-the man  totally turned her on.

But she could have controlled that. Unfortunately, there was more to  him. The outgoing personality and easy sense of humor that disguised a  consummate Master. His affection for people and animals. His sense of  honor. And … his kindness. Yesterday she'd found a note. Jake had ordered  that an impoverished senior wasn't to be billed for anything more than  medications. The incredible knowledge of all that was Jake washed over  her in a downpour of desire.

She looked up and realized he was considering her thoughtfully. A shiver  ran up her spine. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

His lips curved. Jake's smile could never be cruel, but  ruthless … definitely ruthless. "I'm deciding what position I want you in  when I bury my cock in that soft pussy of yours."

Oh.

Her core clenched. Still … no need to let him have everything his own way.  He'd put the claws down; her courage was returning. "Well, Sir, feel  free to tell me if and when you ever decide."

He grinned and tapped the small logo on her shirt, Audit Me  –  Audit me Now!

"You gave me the idea, subbie-seems as if you must be due for an internal audit."

Imagining the … tool … he'd use to perform the audit, she shivered, then  made a loud huff. "I'll have you know that my ledgers are well  balanced."

He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her exquisitely sensitive,  abused nipples. "Oh, baby, I agree. You definitely have some fine  assets."         

     



 

"Sir, you can play with my assets any time."

With a grin, he whispered, "I intend to."

His kiss was gentle … at first … then his tongue plunged inside, and he simply … took. Possessed. Plundered.

When he stopped, he gave her a quick smile and opened the Velcro wrist  cuffs. He removed the rabbit vibe, and her insides clenched around the  emptiness.

"New position, babe."

Her head spun as he helped her sit up. The floor chilled her bare toes,  and she looked around, feeling as if she'd traveled to an exotic land  for the last hour.

He patted the wide bottom cushion. "Kneel here and hang on to the back of the couch."

As she turned and maneuvered herself into position, her knee slipped and  she flopped down, half onto her side-far too much like a beached whale.  God. She loved herself and her curves-she did-but her clumsiness  summoned up memories of school gym classes, of being the fat girl, of  being ridiculed.

As Jake pulled her upright, she felt … ugly. Her arm pressed over her  rotund stomach as she longed to be skinny and graceful and … and  everything she wasn't. Forcing away the maddening tears, she managed a  weak laugh and said, "Let me try that again." She started to roll up  onto her knees.

His grip on her shoulders stopped her. "One minute, baby. What happened?"