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  Epic failure. I have never seen Mike seething like this.

  Chapter Six

  Mike

  “How can you betray me like this? Don’t you trust me? Isn’t your Master enough that you have to pleasure yourself? You think I don’t know what you need? Have I ever failed in giving you what you needed even when you didn’t know you needed it?”

  She barely shakes her head. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but no sound passes through her full lips.

  “What is it? What do you have to say, pet? I want to hear it from you.”

  “I’m terribly sorry, sir.” Her voice is so thin it sounds foreign to my ears.

  “Can’t hear you. Speak up!”

  “I’m terribly sorry, sir.” It sounds a little firmer and louder this time.

  “Get out of that bed. Now! You don’t deserve the luxuries I give you. Get on your knees on the floor. Stay there and think about what you’ve done until I see fit to come back.”

  She scurries to follow my instructions. I stomp towards the door. Without looking back, I slams the door shut behind me with a loud bang. It rattles in its frame.

  So do I.

  This is Submissive 101 stuff. A bottom should never, ever get any kind of sexual gratification without consent let alone do it behind the top’s back.

  I need to cool down.

  I pace the corridor until I lose track of time.

  When I step back inside the room, Susan turns her head, but I bark, “Don’t move an inch. I haven’t given you permission. You will learn to obey me one way or the other. You’ve lost the right to do anything without consent, my wicked pet. And since you’ve forgotten how to submit to your Master, I’ll have to restrain you. Stand up. Hands behind your back.”

  I take my time tying her wrists with a leather belt. I don’t give a damn if my rude way of handling her is hurting Susan. The rough material bites into her flesh and she hisses. She doesn’t dare say a word though

  I fight to control my impulses. “I should paddle your butt until it bleeds, but that’s not what you need right now. Besides, I guess you might actually enjoy the spanking.”

  Standing in front of her, I grab her face in one of my huge hands, tipping her head up until our eyes meet. Panic lurks deep inside her dark green eyes.

  “You’re scared. Excellent! You’ll learn to trust me again.”

  I tie a black scarf around her head and her body quivers. I know she’s doing her best to control her instinctive movements. She’s losing the battle though. She hates being blindfolded, trussed-up or flogged with a passion.

  “I’m well aware how much you hate it when I blindfold you. Tonight, you deserve the whole nine yards - blindfold, bonds and belt. Being the considerate Master that I am, I’ve decided to settle for the first two only. Instead of welting your ass, I’m going to give you something else.”

  I watch her closely. Susan is uncomfortable. I scrape my fingernails slightly over her nipples, my breathing quickens when they jut out. Her body tenses up. She inhales.

  I move around the room until I come to stand behind her, kneading the warm skin on her shoulders. I palm down her pliant flesh before grabbing her butt and squeezing it tight. The tip of my finger teases her tightest hole and Susan hisses at the unexpected sensation.

  “Maybe I’ll fuck you in here. It’s been a while since I felt your tight hole around my cock.”

  I feel like a sculptor molding clay to create a masterpiece as my hands grab her perfect round butt cheeks again. She cringes and I slap the soft globes hard. “I’ve told you enough times already. I don’t want to keep repeating myself: Don’t. Move. An. Inch.” I enunciate each word, pausing for a couple of seconds between them and slapping her butt for emphasis.

  I see a thick vein beating under the ivory skin of her neck as I spank her flesh. She seems to be on the brink of exploding. She takes deep breaths to steady herself and spreads her feet further apart to keep her balance as I continue to toy with her body and her mind.

  I caress her arms, palms moving up and down, as I walk around her. I cup her breasts, then squeeze them. I run my fingers over her collarbones before putting both hands around her neck. I press my hands together, just enough to scare her.

  Except for my hands, no other part of my body touches her. My warm palms and fingers abandon her breast and continue moving down her body until they reach her sex. I cup her with one hand, while the other searches and finds her backside. Without as much as a warning sign, I part her wet folds and penetrate her with two cold fingers. At the same time, my other index finger invades her ass. My digits move in and out of her a couple of times.

  Not enough to get her off, not even by a long shot. She is panting when I withdraw both hands. As if I had all the time in the world, I amble across the room to an old chest that stands against the wall. I searches in one of the drawers until I find a dildo. It is huge.

  Susan startles when the low buzzing sound fills the quiet room and I see her nostrils flare as I approach her. I shove the large tip of the rubber cock inside her mouth. “Suck at this. Hard and long. Believe me, you’ll need the lubrication.”

  Susan does her best to lick and suck the monstrous thing, covering it in hot saliva. When I am satisfied with the result, I jab it inside her pussy without foreplay. She gasps at the assault, but her treacherous body expands to swallow the fake phallus whole and holds on to it tightly.

  The large plastic cock makes wet sounds as I rotate it inside her. I fuck her with it for a while before withdrawing my hand. I leave it inside Susan, setting it at the slowest vibrating speed.

  “Don’t come until I say you can. You will learn self-control, even if it’s the last thing I teach you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Susan

  Mike steps away from me and I can’t tell where in the room he is anymore. My senses are going on override, but I can still feel him moving about. I hear soft footfalls yet I have no idea what is really going on. And that infuriates me even more. When I think I won’t be able to keep quiet any longer, I smell him near me. It feels like waves of heat are radiating from him and burning a hole in my back. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I’m on high alert trying to guess his next move.

  I feel his hot breath on the sensitive skin of my butt seconds before a little bite stings its left cheek. The shocking sensation sends me reeling, but I manage to hide my reaction. I wouldn’t want to upset my Master more than I already have. He takes his time playing with my ass. He licks the soft skin slowly and thoroughly. The cool air combines with the moist path his wet tongue creates. I’m sure he sees the goose-bumps forming in the wake of his wicked tongue. I feel Mike’s smile against my skin as he finds a more sensitive spot and presses his tongue on it. Hard. Then, he sucks at it. I hiss and my flesh trembles. I keep my reactions in check, I’m not sure how. He can’t resist biting my ass cheek again. This time, the right one.

  With his thumbs, Mike spreads my cheeks apart as far as he can before penetrating my hole with his prodding, rough tongue in short stabbing movements. Without warning, he shoves a finger inside me, too. He moves it around, then in and out of my tight hole. Suddenly, he has two digits opening me up for his assault, keeping me spread as his tongue invades me again.

  All the while, the fake cock is buzzing inside my sex. I want to cry out loud, I fear I won’t be able to keep my body from shuddering. How am I supposed not to come, when this Master of all things sexy plays my body like he would a rare violin. Digging his nails into my hips, he keeps me in place, while my whole being is strung up and about to explode.

  He pulls away abruptly. My body sways in place as the cold air wraps around me cooling my scorching hot skin. “Get down on your knees again.”

  Waves of relief wash upon me at the sound of his footsteps approaching me and fear loosens its choking grip on my throat.

  “Since tonight you’ve been such a naughty pet, I’ve decided on an efficient way to remind you who’s in control here. I’m aware
that this is a hard limit for you, pet.”

  His hands cup my shoulders, then move downwards as he speaks.

  “There’s so much pleasure in not worrying about which decisions to make,” he whispers in my ear as his tongue traces its contour and his teeth sink into the soft flesh of my earlobe. He nibbles at it. “Not having to weigh out consequences, don’t you think?” He continues his sweet torture as his expert fingers find my tightest hole again.

  I can’t control a sigh at the invasion. It quickly becomes a whimper as I bite my lower lip to silence my instinctive responses to the waves of pleasure that build inside me and threaten to overcome the slim control I exert over my body. The combination of the slow-motion dildo inside her sex and his index finger teasing my ass is too much.

  “I guess you agree with me.” Withdrawing his hands, he takes a step away and barks commands, “Stand up. Turn to me.”

  On wobbly legs, I awkwardly obey as his hand covers my sex. He firmly drives the rubber dildo deeper inside my body, twists it around a bit, poking me. He turns me around before pressing his lean body against my back. He grabs my shoulders and humps my butt, while pressing a splayed hand on my navel, his fingertips just a few inches from my clit.

  Without meaning to, I move my body against Mike, who devours my mouth in a passionate kiss. He bites the corner of my mouth, then runs the tip of his tongue along my bruised lips. Our tongues twist around each other as we moan and sigh.

  Mike yanks the rubber cock out of me with a loud pop. My face burns embarrassment as a hot jet of juices spurts out of my sex, coating the top of my thighs. This has never happened to me before.

  Mike chuckles inside my ear seconds before he unties the blindfold.

  “Look at me, pet. I think your Master deserves some reward for giving you such a squirt, don’t you think?”

  I steal a quick glance at him. When our eyes meet, I hold my breath and a shiver runs down my spine.

  Mike grabs my shoulders and turns me around. “Let me untie your hands.” He pushes me toward the huge bed. I stumble because of my stiff legs. “Climb up. Get on all fours facing me.”

  He slaps me hard on the butt and I hurry to get in position. Mike takes off his clothes and approaches the side of the bed. His hands move down my body until they find my wetness, slapping hard on my clitoris. I cry out and try to escape. Mike moves to the foot of the bed and smacks my breasts. “Who’s your Master?”

  Mike’s throaty whisper sounds inside my head as his wet tongue invades my ear again. I feel his naked erection pressing against my arm, the wetness smearing my skin shows me I am not the only one fighting to control reactions.

  Self-confidence restored, I obediently whisper, “You’re the Master, sir.”

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “To you, sir.”

  While Mike speaks into my ear and bites my neck, my body trembles.

  “Is this wet haven mine?” He slaps my clit and I moan, feeling faint. He chuckles and repeats the abuse, a little harder this time and in rhythm with his tongue inside my ear.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He goes on slapping me, each time he hits my nub, I gasp louder, until I am certain he’s going to drive me out of her mind.

  “What should I do with you?”

  I wail in frustration. Self-control hanging by a thin thread, I dig her fingers in the sheets and curl my toes. “Please take me, sir. Forgive your pet and take me. Hard and long. I beg you. I don’t know that I can hold my orgasm in check for much longer.”

  “I intend to do that and much more to you and your little hungry sex. First, you need to earn it though. Open your mouth wide and suck me dry. If you please me, I’ll let you come.”

  He nudges my lips with the huge mushroom head of his cock as he pinches my hard nipple. I open my mouth wide loving his smell and the feel of his soft skin against my tongue. I lick the moist that has gathered on the little slit and hear him hiss. I rasp my teeth lightly over his shaft as it enters my hot mouth. I lick and suck it as if Mike were the most delicious ice-cream cone I have ever tasted.

  I breathe through my nose to avoid gagging when he slides down my throat. His beautiful cock is long, and he moves back and forth, in and out of my throat.

  “You’re so fucking good at that. Take me deeper. Open wider, swallow me. Yes, just like that.”

  His movements are rougher now as he fucks my face in fast, jerking stabs. He clutches at my red curls. I moan around Mike’s hard shaft and the vibrations almost send him over the edge. I gasp as Mike yanks his rod from my mouth.

  “Enough! I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He sits in the middle of the bed. “Straddle me. Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  They shake a little, but I do as he instructs me. I sit on Mike’s large thighs.

  He clenches his teeth. “Lock your feet behind my back. As I fuck you, I give you permission to talk and move. Don’t you dare come before I do, or I swear it’ll be the last time I fuck you.”

  He doesn’t bother coating his cock before he sits me on his hard shaft and impales me to the hilt. He clutches my breasts taking one to his eager mouth, mercilessly drilling me with his erection.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight!” Mike groans as he bangs me hard.

  I am so frantic I can’t speak coherent sentences, only moan and whimper. I move up and down his shaft, panting, throwing my head back and exposing my long neck to his mouth. Mike wastes no time, nibbling and sucking the white exposed skin.

  As his balls contract, he unloads deep inside me. I mewl as the hot jets hit my sensitive spots. I make a superhuman effort not to come. Mike hasn’t given me permission.

  “God, you’re hot!” Mike crashes my mouth in a searing kiss, sucking at my tongue. He bites my lower lip. When he comes up for air, Mike whispers against my lips, “Come for me. I love to see your face when you do. You’re gorgeous!”

  “Gah!” That’s the only sound I am able to produce yet my wail vibrates around the room as I plunge, body and soul, into the abysm.

  I lose myself in the glorious, massive climax I’m finally allowed to enjoy.

  “You’re perfect!”

  Mike moans before he frames my face with his hands and kisses me deeply, swallowing my shouts. He feasts on my soft lips, his tongue dances with mine, until we are out of breath. He abandons my mouth just to stare deep into my eyes. A satisfied smile plays on his swollen lips.

  “This is worse than the flogging, isn’t it? Being punished with pleasure?”

  I am surprised when he keeps banging me, fucking me hard. I thought he had finished with me, but Mike prolongs my sensations. I convulse in his strong arms, in reaction to my earth-shattering multiple orgasms. My muscles either pulse or quiver. I have no control over my body. Mike gently arranges my spent body on the bed and stretches his long frame beside me. We fall asleep together.

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