Afterlife (15 page)

he braced a hand on the opposite side

of her hip and laid a

palm high on the inside of one of her

thighs.

“If you’re wondering, yes, that gag is

designed to be as

much like a cock as possible. A

chamber inside can hold

semen, be ejected down your throat

when a Master desires

to do so. So he can release his seed

in more than one

orifice at a time. Or it can be

programmed to release

moisture at the tip periodical y. Like

my cock did from the

tease of that fuckable mouth of

yours.”

She made a strangled noise of

pleasure as, right on cue,

it did just that. The taste, while not

Jon’s semen, had a

stimulating similarity to it.

“Tonight it contains an organic

mixture that emulates the

taste of semen, but with a touch of

vanil a, cocoa and sugar

on top of it. Dana thinks it’s like

tasting a man’s cock and

warm sugar cookies at once. Many

women have a sexual

response to chocolate or sugar, so it

drives your arousal

higher. That, and I also included a

chemical composition

similar to pheromones that’s teasing

your nose even now.”

God, it was turning her on beyond

belief, to be spread

open for his pleasure, having him

calmly explaining these

things to her, holding al the control,

the reins on her

pleasure. K&A’s boy genius…who

in no way reminded her

of a boy in this moment. God, to

imagine that he was

creating such things…her brain

couldn’t process it, but her

mouth didn’t need it. She was licking

and sucking at the

cock now as if it was his, unable to

stop herself, wanting to

show him how she could pul that

secretion from it, the way

she wanted to pul it from his cock.

Though he was turned

toward her legs, she was sure his

body was twisted enough

to watch her face as wel . The near-

bruising hold of his

hand on her upper thigh told her she

was delivering her

message, loud and strong.

“You’re making me sorry I didn’t

load that chamber. If I’d

decided to do that, a little while

before I came here, I would

have lain on my bed, gripped my

cock and thought of you.

I’d imagine you above me, held in a

rope suspension

system. You’d be completely

restrained, but cradled without

discomfort. Like a constel ation

floating over my bed, or

one of those mobiles that babies play

with.” A touch of

amusement entered his voice, but then

a raw note of lust

pushed that aside.

“I’d be able to see every part of you.

The arch of your

throat, those needy eyes, the way the

rope bit into that soft,

round ass of yours. I’d be imagining

al that as I jerked off.

You’d be begging me to take you

down, fuck you. As you

begged, your cream would drip from

your cunt and splash

onto my stomach. I’d bring you down

eventual y, fuck you at

my leisure. But I’d keep you tied and

suspended, helpless

to however I wanted to move you on

my cock. Hard and

fast, slow and deep, while I suckled

your tits and stroked

every inch of your beautiful body.”

Rachel made another incoherent plea

in the darkness.

Please touch me. God, touch me.

Her body under the

shelter of his was quaking, near

convulsions, and she knew

there had to be perspiration gleaming

on her skin. His

fingers whispered over her abdomen,

but she wanted so

much more than that. Yet stil he kept

talking.

“Tonight I only brought that gag and

the restraints, but I

have another device. It’s smal , but

very powerful. It looks

like a thumb and a forefinger joined

closely together. The

finger part goes into your pussy,

positioned at that elusive

G-spot, so I have to adjust it for each

woman’s unique

shape. The thumb portion lies on the

clit. There’s a joining

hinge that clamps down on the labia,

holding them in place

with a pinch, but the right kind. Usual

y running my tongue

around it eases that, gets the mind in

a different place.”

She was sure of that. Her mind was

going in forty

different directions now. In a

moment, it was going to

shatter into forty mil ion. Her body

couldn’t take this

overload, and so far he was merely

talking to her. Since

she couldn’t have a climax, she’d die

from the despair of

containing this much pleasure with

nowhere to release it.

“When I set the control right, the

finger moves inside you,

a sweep, a curl.” His forefinger

moved on her thigh now, a

random, smal series of movements,

no more than an inch

in any direction, up and back, side to

side, then in

semicircular curls. “The thumb

strokes your clit, pushes up

under the hood, because I don’t put it

on until you’re wildly

excited. Almost where you are now.”

His fingers slid back to the juncture

of her thigh, traced

the labia, not touching the clit. Her

body bucked against the

restraints. She had no control of it,

and she made a guttural

noise against the gag, squeezing

down on it, suckling

fiercely.

That

provocative

sugar-and-semen

taste

awakened her taste buds again.

“I didn’t bring that piece with me,

because this first time

you’re going to come from my touch,

nothing else.”

She couldn’t. She’d tried to tel him.

Then she arched

against his touch, crying out against

the gag as two of his

fingers slid inside her, his thumb

sliding into place over her

clit.

“Fuck, you’re hot and wet, Rachel.

You’re making my

cock ache for you.”

She wanted him there too, but he’d

gagged her, tied her

down, told her al the choices were

his. As if underscoring

it, he spoke again. “You prove to me

you can obey your

Master this time, next time it wil be

my cock. But you have

to work for that. You have to trust

me, surrender to me. Let

go of the fears, the worries. Your

body is made for

pleasure. It’s begging for it. Don’t let

your fear deny it.”

She couldn’t help it. How many

nights had she gotten

herself so worked up, imagining a

faceless Master? Then,

once he’d joined her class, that

masturbation fantasy had

been replaced by Jon. Even with that

arousing image,

she’d get to a certain point, and then

rubbing her clit or her

pussy was like scrubbing a floor. No

response, just

abrasion.

He wasn’t rubbing as if he was intent

on a goal, however.

Instead he was exploring her as if he

had hours to indulge

himself, his fingers gliding over

places that made her

tremble, cry out again. Then he’d

retreat, his thumb making

idle passes over her clit, a light

pressure before he moved

away. She writhed, lifting her hips

for more.

“No. None of that. You lie stil and let

me explore this

pussy. My pussy. Al mine.” He

leaned over and she

squealed, rigid, as he blew on her

clit, his tongue taking a

brief swipe, then a lazy, slow circle

over the labia. “You feel

how slick you are, Rachel? I’m

watching your arousal slide

out of you, like a melting ice cream

cone. And God, your

nipples are so hard and tight, your

breasts swol en and

ripe. Your body is a feast for a man’s

lust. You’re like a

dam, and I can see the pressure

building behind those thick

wal s you’ve built. We’re going to

take this slow, relieve it

slow so you have room to feel, to

experience.”

“Fuck…please…fuck me…” She

was not a woman who

used foul language. And yet she

couldn’t help crying out

against the gag as he did exactly what

he said he would.

Taking it slow, arousing her further

with those fingers, his

mouth, then stroking her thighs, her

hips, his palms sliding

up her abdomen and along the crease

beneath her breasts,

then fol owing the outer curve,

leaving her nipples begging

for attention.

Even muffled, it was clear what she

was saying. He

made soft admonishments, but let her

have that outlet.

When his hand settled on her throat,

constricting her there,

her pussy convulsed, a short gush of

fluid running down the

seam of her buttocks, teasing the

perineum. She

shuddered.
Please…I can’t take

anymore…

But she had to. Because as the long

minutes passed, he

continued to simply enjoy himself,

taking pleasure in her

body. He didn’t even appear to be

trying to make her

climax. She felt no bated sense of

expectation, a pressure

to make her do something she’d said

she couldn’t. Yet she

passed a line where that didn’t matter

anymore. She

abandoned al she knew about her

body and begged him

with everything she could—her

squirming, the tension in her

thighs, the arch of her throat against

his hold—to try.

Please…try.

She quivered as he tapped her

carotid artery, then

settled his fingers on her throat again.

“Oh yeah, you’re

tremendously responsive here.

You’ve wanted a col ar for a

long time. And you don’t want some

dainty piece of jewelry.

You want something steel and thick

that holds you close,

presses on your throat and reminds

you your very life is in a

Master’s hand. It would have a lock

that can only be opened

by him. I’d make it smooth, so

smooth on the edges, you’d

feel the weight, but no discomfort.

Somewhere on it I’d

stamp a message in Sanskrit, one of

the oldest languages

known, because this is one of the

oldest impulses. To

claim, to exert dominance and

demand submission.”

Please stop…
He was giving sharp,

painful details to her

nebulous fantasies. Her body was

rippling, undulating like a

heaving sea, emulating the rhythm of

sex, of fucking, no

shame anymore.

“That’s it, girl…” He said it in a

throaty whisper. “Show

me how wanton you are, how much

you want it. Show me

how you’d take my cock. Squeeze

down on it, squeeze

down hard.” When he slid his fingers

back in, she shrieked

at that overload of sensation. His

thumb flicked her clit, hard

then light, then a stroke. Moving his

smal est finger to tease

the rim of her anus, he added to the

abundance of stimulus

she was experiencing. How much

more could she take?

“Ben would love to fuck your ass.

He’s our legal counsel,

and it’s his favorite orifice to explore

on a woman. Imagine

it, imagine him taking you there while

I take your cunt.

Tighten the muscles in your ass,

imagine his thick cock is

pumping into you there, punishing you

for doubting me.”

And then one finger, wet from her

juices, slid into that tight

passage, while the other two stayed

in her pussy. She

strangled on a scream.

“Don’t you come, Rachel. Not until I

give you permission.

But squeeze down on me. I want to

feel those muscles

clamp around my fingers.”

She was terrified. A pressure like a

volcano’s eruption

was sweeping over her. Her body

didn’t belong to her

anymore. It was heaving, bucking,

squirming, so stimulated

it couldn’t choose one distinct pattern

of movement. Her

neck arched under his hand, tilting

her head farther over the

edge of the bed, making her dizzy.

When he squeezed her

throat one more time, reminding her

that al her senses, her

body, everything, was under his

command, that shattering

into forty mil ion pieces began.

“Come for me, Rachel. Come now.”

Her cunt rippled, contracted, her

rectum clenching around

his finger there. Her clit hardened

and suddenly it was upon

her. This wasn’t like a volcano

eruption after al . She was hit

mid-body by a percussion wave that

blew her senses out.

Her mind exploded in that black