Make Me, Sir
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“Well now, that looks nice,” he said. He licked her clit again, his tongue hot and wet as it traced erratic patterns around her increasingly sensitive nub.
She was going to die; she knew it. Her hips canted upward as the plug in her backside sent odd nerves tap-dancing from her bottom all the way to her spine. Under his slow, determined stroking, her clit swelled until it felt like an overripe melon just waiting to split. She closed her eyes. Oh God.
“Please,” she whispered. “Dammit, Marcus…”
“Not there yet,” he murmured, and his finger circled her entrance. The anal plug pressed against her vagina as he pushed his finger into the compressed space. Too tight. Her insides pulsed around the new intrusion, the feeling incredibly intense.
His finger pressed, rubbed against something inside her vagina, and she felt the pulsing start to expand. Ruthlessly he licked her clit and stroked inside her, pushing her higher and higher until all she could think about was the next touch of his tongue, the next slide of his finger.
He stopped. His finger slid out, leaving her empty and throbbing.
“Say „I love you, Master."” he repeated, not lifting his head. His warm breath brushed over her excruciatingly sensitive tissues.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything except his lips barely brushing her clit. “Damn you,” she moaned. Bastard, jerk, putz. “I love you,” and she did. But still—master?—asshole, only he’d gotten revenge for her calling him that, and now her anus throbbed in time with her pussy—“Master. Oh, pleeeeease…”
He didn’t move. She opened her eyes.
His face was still, his clear blue eyes intent. “I believe master sounds just right…when you say it,” he mused, almost to himself. Then he smiled at her. “Very nice, Gabrielle.” His lips closed over her clit even as he thrust two fingers into her—two—stretching her.
She gasped at the exquisite blast of sensation.
One tiny pause and then he sucked strongly on her clit, and his fingers pressed deeper.
Everything inside her burst. Fireworks of searing pleasure exploded in her core, rocketing upward, outward until it seemed even her hair and fingernails tingled.
He kept her going, gently but implacably, coaxing the last few shudders from her. Her heart hammered in her ears so loudly she couldn’t hear herself gasping for breath.
When he sat back on his knees, satisfaction showed in his smile and eyes.
Dammit, she’d begged. Called him “Master.” Wasn’t she planning to show him how much of a problem she’d be? Not cave in, for heaven’s sake. He was too good at this stuff. Sneaky lawyer. “Let me go now. You got what you wanted,” she grumped.
“Oh, not even close, little subbie. You’re not even close to convinced yet,” he said, and the feeling of his strong hands gripping her thighs made her jerk. His thumbs pulled her labia apart. He looked and smiled at her. “Nice and pink and wet, the way I like it. Now say „I love you, Master" again.”
What was this? “Dream on. I’m not into the master stuff.” Why couldn’t she think of something nasty to say? Where had her inner brat gone, dammit?
“I see.” He unhurriedly unzipped his jeans, and his shaft sprang out. Maybe a little over average thickness, but long—long enough it had given her a few bad moments. With slow movements, he covered himself in a condom, his eyes pinning hers. “I reckon you’ll come to see it my way after we …discuss…this further.”
Smiling, he pushed inside her, an infinitely wonderful slide of flesh against flesh, filling her…and filling her… She started to squirm against the overly full feeling as the anal plug and his cock fought for space.
When she whimpered, he slowed but kept advancing, his gaze on her eyes, her mouth, her shoulders. “Easy, sugar. You can take me—and you will.” He stopped when he was embedded deep inside her.
So full. Tiny spasms sent sparks zipping over her nerves.
His fingertips grazed over her cheek. “So pink and flushed,” he murmured, holding her gaze with the sheer power of his. The world shifted sideways, and she shook at the feeling of being possessed, inside and outside. She stared up at him helplessly.
His gaze gentled, and he rubbed his cheek against hers. “Yes, little sub, today you will give me everything.”
He leaned forward, his weight on one arm, and started thrusting in a hard, driving rhythm. He took her mouth, deeply, sweetly, never slackening.
To her surprise, her own arousal started to climb, and she moaned. How did he do this to her? Would she ever get enough of him?
As if he felt her response, he pulled back enough to smile down at her. “I love you, Gabrielle,” he murmured, and before she could react, he reached down between them and slid his fingers slickly over and around her clit.
“Oh God.” She hadn’t been ready, but she exploded anyway, her hips bucking against his. The waves this time were less intense but rolled through her over and over until the air itself thickened and she could only arch and ride the pleasure out.
Eventually her breathing slowed. A fine sweat coated her body, and she tasted salt on her lips. Each beat of her heart pulsed against the plug, against his hard cock.
He was hard?
Keeping his groin pressed against hers, he pushed to a kneeling position. “Say ‘I love you, Master’ again.”
She gave a huff of disgust, feeling as if she’d run a marathon. Her mind had hazed. “I thought we had this discussion.”
He chuckled. “I’m yet in the mood to discuss it.”
Oh, God, he hadn’t gotten off. Her body seemed to be sinking down into the mattress, and he was still hard.
He pulled his toy bag closer and came out with…dammit, nipple clamps.
She jerked, pulling at the restraints uselessly, and only succeeded in shoving his cock against the anal plug inside her. Her vagina spasmed again, the surge of pleasure intense enough to make her gasp. Somehow her body didn’t seem like her own anymore.
He stroked over her nipples and sighed. “I fear you’re all soft now that you’ve come. I’ll have to fix that first.” With a wicked smile, he leaned forward and licked her left nipple, then took it in his mouth and sucked. Gently, and then more powerfully, until she actually felt blood surging into it. Each suck pulled at something in her groin. He let go. “Aren’t you pretty now?” He touched a finger to the dark red, firmly bunched peak.
He rubbed it dry and fastened on a clamp, watching her closely as he tightened it, then tightened it more until the slight bite of pain became a throbbing pressure.
“It hurts,” she objected, making his cheek crease with a smile. He flicked her nipple. She yelped, and her insides spasmed around his cock.
From his chuckle, he’d enjoyed the sensation. “I’d say it’s just right.” He teased her other nipple into hardness and applied the second one. Then, to her dismay, he attached a pea-sized weight to the dangling chains. The weights bounced at her sides, a steady painful pulling against the clamps.
Her hands tried to reach her breasts, and she groaned with frustration. Her nipples hurt and burned…yet she was getting aroused again, maybe because with every movement the thing in her butt reminded her it was there, and his cock…
He dropped forward onto his uninjured arm and eased his cock out. In. She moaned at the long, slick slide of him, how he pressed against the anal plug with every thrust. Tingles danced in feather touches over her skin, and blood started pooling low in her belly.
She stared at the door, at escape—and knew she didn’t want to leave. Ever. She had the feeling of being over a cliff, hanging on with just her fingertips.
Calloused fingers on her cheek turned her face back to his. He studied her face slowly, making it clear that there was nothing she could hide from him.
“Why are you doing this?” she whispered. “Is this punishment?”
“Sugar, I don’t think getting a sub off punishes her.” His eyes never lessened in their intensity. “But it can teach her something.”
To her shock, he moved faster, and with each slamming thrust, the weights hanging from her nipples swung, pulling painfully. The twinges shot straight to her clit until she desperately needed to come again, and there was no way she possibly could.
Marcus saw the disbelief in her eyes as her body spiked from arousal into clawing need. With each swing of her nipple clamps, her vagina contracted around him, threatening his control. Before his own demand became critical, he reached between them to her tender little clit, already well on its way to hardness again. He found the firmness under the soft, slick tissue, and he rubbed until the nub stood up—and damn, the feel of it almost sent him over. He stroked harder, faster, knowing she’d need more stimulation this time, after she’d already gotten off twice. Her muscles went taut. She panted, her head rolling back and forth as if she could deny her own body’s response.
She probably did, he realized. She’d ignore what she needed because the admission would make her feel she was less than perfect. Well, he’d work on that also. For now, he twisted his hand sideways enough to catch her clit between his thumb and fingers and pinched it gently with each thrust. With the rhythm and pressure, her body tightened until she stopped breathing, holding rigidly still.