Chapter 21 #2
He let out the lungful of air he’d held. Couldn’t get much fairer than that—aside from not doing it at all. But she probably knew her way around a man’s body better than he did, even if he lived in one.
And hey, he had a blowjob waiting at the end of this. “Go for it, Ma’am.”
She rocked up and gave him a long, luscious, appreciative kiss. “You’re a brave man, Haugen.”
Rangers lead the way.
Yet, her words, “You’re a brave man,” sent a slow slide of satisfaction through him. As he turned, he wondered if the Mistress realized she never called him boy as she had with her slaves. Her previous slaves.
Bending, he gripped his ass cheeks and opened. Prostate exam, here we go.
Cool liquid drizzled over his crack. Something pressed against his backhole.
Fuck.
“Push back against it, my tiger. It’ll go in easier.”
Gritting his teeth hard enough to bust a mouthful of molars, he obeyed and felt the damn thing slide in. He’d glimpsed it as he’d turned—the size of a fat man’s thumb—so why did it feel big as a fucking fist?
Burning. Stretching. Finally, it settled into position with a plop. He had a plug in his ass.
“Thank you for taking that, Benjamin. Taking it for me,” she said softly, her hands caressing his hips and thighs. “It means a lot to me.”
He exhaled. The feeling of her gentle hands on his skin and the sheer…ownership…of her claiming that forbidden place sent a heated warmth through him.
He was hers. That was right. The way it should be.
Did she realize possessiveness went both ways?
“Stand and hold the pegs again,” she instructed.
As he straightened, he had to grit his teeth. The damn invader sat in his backhole like he’d—
She reached around him and gripped his cock with her slicked fingers.
Oh shit, yeah. His hands clenched the pegs convulsively.
Her breasts were against his back, her hips against his ass. Her firm fingers slid up and down his dick, over and over. And then she moved a hand down between their bodies and wiggled the ass plug.
Every single fucking nerve back there wakened with a roar. “Fuck!” As the urgent, needy throbbing consumed his entire groin area, he almost came right then and there.
“Yes, I rather thought you might enjoy this.”
She waggled it again.
He made an indescribable noise as he fought back his release.
She laughed. Fucking sadist.
Her fingers pumped his shaft, then gripped his balls, squeezing mercilessly enough to turn his shortened curlies gray—and yet, the damn thing in his ass made her every sadistic action feel like shiny-bright pleasure.
She stepped back and picked up the other flogger, the vicious one that stung like hell. Even as she started, his cock was pulsing in time with his ass and balls in a carnal concerto. And the stinging blows from the flogger were amping up the volume.
Every stroke seemed to hit in rhythm with his pulse—and the throbbing of his dick. More and more…and as his brain filled with smoke, the world slid sideways until each blow was a hot splash of sensation sliding down his back right to his straining shaft.
“Don’t you just look pretty, all glassy-eyed.”
He realized she’d turned him around. Had put her hands on his face.
Her eyes were bright, sunlight through a gray sky. Pink flushed her high cheekbones. Her hair had escaped the braid to create fine tendrils over her temples and neck. Her shoulders and arms were pumped up…and he could see her bunched nipples beneath her elastic tank.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said. Thought he said. Wasn’t sure.
Her eyes half closed, and her voice came out a low murmur. “You’re something, Benjamin.” She caressed his cheek and kissed him so sweetly, so fucking lovingly that his heart did a slow somersault.
Damn, he loved her.
But then she moved back. “Drink this, and we’ll move on to other things.” She curled his fingers around the bottle and helped him hold it.
His head wasn’t…quite…in the game, but his body was demanding those other things. Was screaming, sex, sex, sex, with every pulsation of his cock, every throb of his asshole. He wanted to go down on her, to taste her sweetness, inhale her musk, run his tongue over—
She pinched his arm. “Drink, Benjamin.”
As he gulped the cool liquid, his head cleared. Slightly.
But seeing her strip right down to naked yanked his mind into sharp focus. She even released her hair and left it loose the way he liked it. Oh yeah.
When she stepped to the lounge and crooked her fingers, he was right there with her, first sitting, then letting her push him onto his back.
In this position, the fucking anal plug felt bigger. Dammit.
Yet, the discomfort disappeared when Anne bent and gave him his first treat—a long, slow kiss.
Sometimes she kissed like a Domme—controlling and teasing—and sometimes she was all soft, generous woman. Damned if he didn’t savor both. Today, he got the sweet as if to provide a contrast to the sadistic, flogger-wielding Mistress.
Still kissing him, she sat on the lounge. When she lifted her head, he expected her to cut to the chase. Instead, she nuzzled his cheek. Then his jaw. His neck. So very gentle, and he realized she was kissing each white scar. So sweetly.
He closed his eyes and relaxed into the sensations—despite the increasing demands of his dick. Warm lips, then she gave him a sharp bite at the base of his neck.
He’d have a mark there in the morning—but compared to the way his back burned and his cock throbbed, the pain barely registered. “Ow,” he murmured and heard her chuckle.
Trailed by the cool silk of her hair, her lips moseyed down his body, over his collarbone, and down to tease his nipples. She kissed his belly. And moved down. When she reached his hips, his heart rammed into overdrive.
Wet and slick, her tongue licked up his cock and traced a single vein’s twisted path from base to helmet before trailing back down again. Each exhalation bathed him with a puff of warmth. She was going to kill him.
When she slid him into her hot, hot mouth, he had to fist the cushion to keep from losing all control.
Even as she engulfed him in heat, her tongue roamed over him, around him. The skin of his cock felt too fucking tight, the pressure growing, even as she took him deeper.
Ever so slowly, she lifted her head, sliding upward, her lips squeezing his shaft like a narrow fist.
When she sucked on the tip, small explosions lit the area behind his eyes.
“Breathe, Benjamin. If you come, I’ll be displeased. I want you to finish in me.”
She’d promised him rough sex. A blowjob and rough sex—birthday and Christmas combined.
Although…he might not live that long.
Her hands curled around his balls, rolling the nuts, even as she sucked his cock in, hard and fast, right down into her throat. Then out again. Bobbing up and down. She let him go and sent a puff of cool air over his wet skin—and she tugged on his balls.
His hips rose at the jolt of sensation.
Her teeth nipped a trail down his shaft, sending sharp zings up his spine, then she bathed him in heat when she took him back in her mouth.
The pleasure was purely fucking enormous.
She worked him, giving generously, taking him deeper than anyone ever had. Abandoning his rocks, her hand slid down to toy with the anal plug until the entire area from cock to anus merged into one sensitive nerve, shrieking for release.
Pressure built, searing in intensity, drawing his balls upward.
Even as he approached the point of no return, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his dick and squeezed. Backing him off.
He let out a groan of both relief and serious fucking frustration and met her amused…and very heated gaze.
His cock throbbed, the plug throbbed; he needed to come, but damned if he’d give up one moment of his chance to enjoy her with no restraints. With an effort, he cleared his throat. “Thank you, Ma’am. My turn? Please?”
She angled her head in agreement. “Your turn.”
Before Anne’s next heartbeat, her slave was off the lounge and on her like a barbarian. One second she was sitting; the next, she was flat on her back.
“Finally,” he growled, running his callused hands up and down, from her hips to her shoulders, from her pussy to her breasts.
Zeroing right in, he licked and kissed one breast before moving to the other, leaving a hot throbbing in his wake. His lips were firm, his tongue wet—and her breasts already felt overly sensitive and swollen. She must have put on weight; no more sharing his sweets.
When he drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked strongly, she closed her eyes under the inferno of desire. He was rough, his usual I’m-a-big-man restraint shattered by how deep he’d gone into subspace—and his ravenousness hit her like a hammerblow.
Feeling her control sliding away, she put her arms around him, pulled him down, and opened her legs.
Burning tiger’s eyes met hers with raw determination. “You said as I want.”
She had.
Rather than taking her, he firmly set her hands onto the cushions…and moved down her body. A nip on her stomach was soothed by the caress of his tongue.
When he nuzzled her mound, the muscles drew taut in her belly.
His breath stroked her pussy with a waft of warm air before he licked slowly over her clit with unerring precision.
The full, hot sensation lit every nerve in her lower half, and she moaned.
His head rose, and his cautious, tawny eyes regarded her for long seconds.
She could see the moment he decided she wasn’t taking back her gift—that he really could do as he wished.
He forcefully pushed her legs apart. Curling his big hands under her ass, he ran his thumbs up and separated her labia. Opened her widely. A second later, he began to…feast. His tongue was everywhere, tracing her folds, dipping in, teasing her clit, sending pleasure rioting around her system.
He sucked her, licked her. As the clawing need grew within her, her hips rose, demanding more.