In the Custody of the Dom (Hideaway Book 1) (7 page)

She writhed helplessly under the doms’ restraint while Master Dan forced her to take the medicine she needed, waiting out her soft cries and futile movements, until she had lain quiet for some time.

“That’s long enough to get them started,” Master Dan said, at last. “Sam, I’m going to take my finger out. Do
not
attempt to rid yourself of the medication. If you do, you’ll receive forty spanks.” He eased his finger from her anus, but kept his hand cupped low over her buttocks. She was uncomfortably full of suppositories and lube, and desperately wanted to push the whole mess out, but willed herself to not to.

“Good,” he said, and she drank in his approval even as her buttocks burned and throbbed from his blows.

“Keep her down,” said Master Dan, getting to his feet. She watched him go to the medical cart and take something from a drawer.

He returned and knelt beside her, murmuring, “Take a breath, kiddo; you’re about to feel a lot better.” He popped a cap open, and gently massaged a cooling, soothing lotion into her overheated buttocks. She let out a long breath in relief.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

He laughed softly. “So you can be well-behaved when you want to be.”

She smiled. He wasn’t the first person to say that to her – not by a long shot. “Yes, Sir.”

When he was satisfied, Master Dan got up and retrieved a cell phone from his bag. He clicked it off and looked down at her, still lying helpless under the doms’ hands. “Sam, I’ve just received the results from the lab. The specimens I sent through were clean, and your alibi checks out. I can’t release you yet, but things are looking up for you. Gentlemen,” he said, “I believe that I can give Sam what she needs now without your assistance. Thank you for your help; you’re free to go.”

“That’s good news for you, Sam. You take care, now,” said Master Jake as he got to his feet.

“Take it easy, Sam. Hope you feel better soon,” said Master Will.

“Thanks, boys,” said Master Dan, closing the door behind them, then turning to face her, where she lay on the floor, unsure if she should move.

“That medicine should start to work very quickly,” he said.

She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

He smiled. “Thank you for holding me down, spanking me, and forcing suppositories up my ass?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He nodded, and walked towards her. When he reached her, he crouched down and offered her his hands. She took them, and he helped her to her feet. “Tell me what you need. Be truthful.”

“Would you please suckle me and then put,” she grinned, remembering Master Jake’s description, “that big, wet cock of yours inside me?”

He laughed, and he looked so kind now. He drew her into a strong hug, and held her tight. He rested his chin on the top of her head. “It would be my pleasure.” He let her go. “Take my shirt off.”

Trembling slightly with anticipation, she unbuttoned his shirt, folded it neatly, and put it on the dresser. She wondered if he’d ask her to take his pants off too, but he didn’t. He moved behind her and slipped the paper gown from her shoulders so that she stood before him completely nude. She blushed, and he gently massaged her neck and shoulders.

“You’re beautiful, Sam. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Her eyes welled up as she felt desirable and desired for the first time in far longer than she cared to think about.

He smiled. “But you’re going to ejaculate for me first.”

Her mouth fell open. “I’m going to
what?
”

His expression cooled. “You heard me. And you’re forgetting your place.”

“I’m sorry. I’m going to
what
, Sir?”

He ducked his head to murmur into her ear. “Sweetheart, I don’t think I can trust you to cooperate. Put your hands behind your back.”

With a thrill of anticipation, she allowed him to grasp first her left wrist, and then her right, cuffing them securely behind her back. Her sex throbbed.

He turned her around to face him, and looking her dead in the eyes, he cupped her mound and pressed a finger inside, slipping it up so high that she was raised on tiptoe. He gave a little grin and crooked his finger towards him, tilting her hips, rubbing at a very good spot. Her hips bucked and he had to put a steadying hand on her shoulder, but she didn’t break eye contact. If this was some sort of test, the look in his eyes told her she’d passed.

He turned off the light so that the room was lit only by moonlight. He led her to the bed, where he stripped off the covers so that the comfortable bed looked a little more clinical.

“Sit there,” he said, pointing to the middle of the mattress as he gathered something from the medical cart. Once she was in place, he positioned the pillows behind her, and firmly pressed her to lie back. The pillows supported her so that the pressure of lying on her restrained hands wasn’t too uncomfortable.

She parted her legs wide to accommodate him as he lay propped between her thighs, a hand on each buttock. Her legs began to close, but of course, his shoulders were in the way.

“Sam, I’m going to suckle you down here. I’m going to stick my tongue right up inside you. I’m going to swallow whatever you give me, and I’m going to collect a specimen of your ejaculate. Are you ready?”

She gulped. “Yes, Sir.”

He grinned. “Performance anxiety?”

She laughed. “No, Sir. I’m sure you can make me do whatever you want me to.”

He gave her a mock-serious look. “Damn right, I can.”

He was as good as his word, and when she cried out her orgasm, she felt something strange forced into her spasming vagina. When she came back to herself, he gently withdrew it, and held up a latex test tube half-filled with a clear, viscous liquid.

She stared. “What – ”

He grinned. “You squirted for me beautifully, sweetheart.”

Her head dropped back to the mattress, and she laughed.

He put it away, and drew the sheet up to her waist. Her hands remained cuffed behind her, her chest arched up wantonly as she lay over the pillows. Master Dan sat at her hip, bent down, and drew her right nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip, probing it until she was squirming again.

“Let me up, please,” she panted.

“Why would I do that?” he murmured, suckling at her noisily

“I want to hold you and have you nurse from me,” she said. “Please.”

Something in her tone made him stop, and pull away. He nodded. “Sit up.”

He helped her upright, and she felt his strong hands on her cuffs, and then the release as they came away. She groaned, and he rubbed her sore shoulders.

“It can be very uncomfortable after a while, especially if you’re not used to it,” he said. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of that after I’ve nursed, and after you’ve been thoroughly fucked.”

A thrill of excitement ran through her, and it must have shown on her face, because he laughed, and made himself comfortable across her lap. She cradled him in the crook of her arm, ignoring the new aches in her back and shoulders. She took her left breast in her hand, and guided her nipple to his mouth. She put two fingers under his chin, helping him to latch on, enjoying the tiny exchange of power therein.

Their noises of pleasure mingled at the first suck.

He moved slightly, getting more comfortable, and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her as she let her hands roam his neck, shoulders, and chest, becoming familiar with the contours of his body. A pouch of milk sat on the bedside table. It was still cold as she picked it up. A long, thin tube snaked out of it, and she was struck with an idea. She held the tube to the side of her breast and pressed it to her nipple.

He pulled back in surprise at the first mouthful of milk, but she cupped the back of his head in her hand and urged him back. He threw back his head and laughed, the first belly laugh she’d heard from him, and it delighted her. He latched on again and began to suckle at her in earnest.

“That’s it,” she murmured, thrilled to have made him so happy. “Good boy.”

She leaned back, and he lay across her a little more aggressively as he gave each nipple his full attention.

“I’m rather uncomfortable,” he said, after a while. “How about you do something about that, sweetheart?”

She nodded breathlessly, ready to move on. “Please.”

She popped the buttons on his black leather jeans, and drew out a truly magnificent, fully erect penis. For a moment, all she could do was stare, and he laughed.

“Is that good?” he said.

She grinned. “Yes. Very, very good.”

“What would you like me to do?” he said.

She swallowed. “Fuck me.”

“It would be my pleasure. How would you like to do it?”

“I want to see you and feel you at the same time,” she said, expressing herself more bravely now.

“What exactly do you want to see?”

She swallowed. “I want to watch as you enter me.”

He smiled. “I want to see that too.” He stood, took the wedge-shaped pillow from the examination table, and worked those leather jeans down and off. He crawled across the mattress to kneel between her legs, and then lifted her, sliding the pillow under her so that she had a good view. She loved that he was strong enough to move her around like that, as though she were some skinny kid half her age.

He rolled on a condom, added extra lube, took himself in hand, and guided the promised big, wet penis to her waiting entrance.

The semi-darkness added to the dreamlike atmosphere. She was able to both watch and feel as he parted her with his fingers, then pressed his penis to her opening and let the head slip inside. He pulled out again. She groaned, her sex grasping at him. He grinned, and shook his head.

“Patience, sweetheart. No hurry, okay?”

He leaned forward a little more, and slid in another exquisite inch.

She growled his name in frustration, clutching at him to try to force him in deeper. Her dom leaned over her, holding her hands by her head and trapping her under his warm, very substantial weight. She looked down between them to watch their joining. As he slowly began to pull out, half of his latex-covered penis was visible; long, thick, and glistening with her arousal.

Oh, God.

He held still, letting her drink in the sight, until his muscles began to tremble with the effort. Then it disappeared back inside her, where he stretched and filled her perfectly.