Make Me Yours (19 page)

“Um, Sir, this is Courtney and Liz, my roommates.” Cassie introduced them hoping they’d go away so she could start playing with Master Marc.

“Ladies. I hear you’re the ones I have to thank for making sure Cassie attended beginner’s night. You have my gratitude. Have you found someone to show you the ropes?”

All three girls laughed at the gleam in his eyes and the double meaning behind his words. “Master Wade wants us to have a different Dom each night. He said it would broaden our experience.”

“Well, he is right about that, but you’ll have to tell him not to bother about finding someone for Cassie.” Taking her hand, he helped her off the stool. “She’ll be spending tonight and tomorrow night with me. Have a nice evening ladies.”

Cassie waved to her friends as Marc led her away from them. There were a lot of new faces tonight, but she had eyes only for Master Marc. His hand held hers tightly as he ushered her to an empty sofa, sat down and pulled her onto his lap.

“What took you so long?” he growled before claiming her lips in another wet, heated kiss.

Cassie was breathless by the time he let her up for air. His body was hard under hers, which only increased her desire. Leaning into him, she answered, “Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t get away from work early like I had planned.”

“And what is it you do, darlin’?”

“I’m working part-time in a bakery and Friday evenings are pretty busy. What are we going to do tonight?” She hoped her question sounded more like a casual inquiry instead of revealing how anxious she was to feel his hard cock inside her again. By the gleam in his eye and the small one sided smile on his mouth, she was pretty sure he knew the truth.

“Looking forward to another lesson, Cassie?” he asked as his hand moved up her back to the tie of her halter dress.

“Yes,” she admitted shyly, feeling her face blush. “What are you doing?” Her hand automatically went to her top to keep it from falling down as her eyes looked anxiously around to see who was watching.

Marc’s face darkened as displeasure filled it. “You agreed to submit to me tonight, did you not?”

Cassie cringed at the disapproval in his voice and found herself willing to do almost anything to replace it with a note of approval. “I’m sorry, Sir. You just took me by surprise.” Slowly she lowered her hand allowing the top to fall and expose her breasts.

“Much better.”

Cassie basked in the approval in his voice and eyes as he caressed her bared breasts with one hand while pulling her arms behind her with the other. The feel of his large hand clasped tightly around her wrists sent a rush of pleasure through her body, as did the way he kneaded and caressed her breasts with the other. It took only seconds for her to forget about the people milling about. In truth, having an audience was only enhancing her pleasure and that was something she didn’t want to think about right now.

“You have beautiful breasts, darlin’ and very responsive nipples.”

Cassie gasped when he dipped his dark head and drew one taut peak into his mouth. The strong suction of his lips coupled by the rasp of his tongue had her pushing closer to him, silently begging for more. When he bit the tender bud then quickly soothed it with his tongue, her pussy gushed wetly and she couldn’t stop from crying out at the heated pleasure.

Marc released her nipple with a plop and gave her a heated look. “Some women can come with just nipple stimulation. Are you one of those women, Cassie?”

“I-I don’t know.” Right now she thought the raw lust on his face alone could make her come.

“Let’s find out.”

Marc dipped his head again and this time took her other nipple in his mouth and worked it with his lips, teeth and tongue while alternating pinching then soothing the other one with his fingers. Cassie moaned and her breath caught as the dual assault on her nipples was almost more than she could bear. When she tried to cradle his head against her and was quickly reminded she couldn’t, her body broke out in a light sweat and her whimpers turned to pleas.

“Please, please, Sir,” she begged as she rubbed her damp, swollen crotch against the hard on she felt poking her. Her nipples felt swollen, tight and throbbed with pleasure as he ruthlessly continued to torment them. “Oh, God,” she sobbed as the pleasure went straight to her pussy and, unbelievably, she started to feel her empty sheath spasm with pleasure. The orgasm burst upon her so fast, so unexpectedly, she could do nothing but go with it. Grinding down against his hard cock, she cried out in stunned ecstasy as her body bowed with the onslaught ripping through it.

When she finally came back to her senses, she was slumped against Marc’s hard chest, gasping for breath and shuddering with small tremors as his mouth soothed her aching nipples with soft suckling instead of hard. When he lifted from her nipple, she saw both peaks were cherry red, the stiffness slowly softening.

“I’d say you’re definitely one of those women, wouldn’t you?”

“I’ve never done that before, I mean that’s never happened before. Not that anyone’s tried, but…” When he threw his head back and laughed, Cassie found herself giggling.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Cassie?”

“Can we go upstairs now?”

Marc lifted her off his lap then stood next to her. “You’ve just proven you don’t mind public play. I want to take you further, Cassie. We’re going to play down here tonight.”

He was going to fuck her in public? Her first instinct was denial, but his hand held her tightly and he refused to let her back away from him.

“Pick a safe word and whenever you say it, we’ll stop. But, I’m warning you, Cassie. When I say we’ll stop, it means we’re through.”

“For tonight?” She didn’t want to be through with him. Right now she wanted him so badly, she’d agree to anything.

“No, permanently. Do you still want to use cherry as your safe word?”

“No, donut.” She was late tonight because she had to make over four dozen donuts for in the morning, so she knew it would be easy to remember. Obviously, he liked it. His grin made her relax.

“I like that and as I’ve got a terrible sweet tooth, it’s quite appropriate. Come with me.”

Cassie held tightly to his hand because she knew if she let go, she might run. Conscious of her bare breasts, she attempted to hold her top up to shield them, but Marc’s growled, “Cassie,” made her drop it. Her nipples were still sensitive and she knew by some of the smiles cast her way that several people had witnessed her orgasm earlier. When Marc stopped at the well lit scene area that held the high, padded bench where they had viewed a scene last night, she felt her face heat and her pussy swell with unfulfilled yearning. Did he mean to bend her over, strap her down and fuck her here? Just the thought had her emotions in a quandary. It was one thing to watch such a scene but she couldn’t fathom actually participating in one. But, she wanted to. She wanted to feel his hard cock fucking her again so bad that she was willing to do this. Her orgasm minutes ago only fueled her desire, made her crave his cock even more.

Marc lifted her chin until she saw nothing but his eyes, eyes filled with lust for her. “Trust me, Cassie?”

As unbelievable as it sounded, she did. It was only their second time together, but he had given her nothing but pleasure filled fantasies and she couldn’t deny her need for more. “Yes.”

“Then, strip.”

His smile of approval went clear to her young heart, but his curt order still had her hesitating. She turned to see how many people were outside the scene area waiting to watch.

“Don’t look at them, they don’t matter. I’m the only one who matters tonight.”

When he put it that way, it was so much easier. Turning her back to the room, she shimmied out of the dress and then slid her thong off followed by her flat sandals. When Marc moved behind her, shielding her, she relaxed and leaned back against him.

“Good girl. You are so beautiful, darlin’. Have I told you how glad I am that you’re mine?”

“No, but I’m glad too, Sir.”

“Master. Call me Master Marc. I want to hear my title from you.”

With his hands caressing her breasts and his hard cock nestled against her ass, she could do nothing but obey. “Master Marc, I’m glad I’m yours tonight.”

His title fell easily from her lips, as easily as he leaned her over the padded bench and shackled her arms on each side in softly lined cuffs. The bench was high enough that her legs were left straight, but Marc didn’t allow her to keep them together, thus preserving a small amount of privacy. With his booted foot, he shoved her feet apart before attaching cuffs to her ankles, leaving her completely immobile and exposed.

Cassie tested her restraints then nervously cried out, “Master?”

“I’m right here, Cassie. I won’t leave your side. You look stunning, darlin’.” His hard hand caressed her buttocks, making her shiver with longing.

Cassie couldn’t see what he was doing, but she heard him unzipping the black bag he had been carrying with him. When he moved behind her again, she found herself holding her breath, anxiously waiting to see what he was going to do. Not knowing only heightened her awareness of him and his movements.

“You enjoyed my hand on your ass last night, didn’t you, Cassie?”

“Yes,” she admitted knowing it would be ridiculous to deny she had enjoyed the spanking after she had come apart over his lap.

“I think you’ll enjoy this paddle also.”

A sharp smack on her right buttock followed his words, the sting making her cry out. The paddle covered her whole buttock and she could feel her cheek warm with the burn. Just as with his hand, the pain quickly turned to pleasure and she held her breath anticipating, longing for the next swat. When it came, landing smartly on her other cheek, she gasped at the pain/pleasure and the knowledge that she wanted more.

“Do you like the paddle, Cassie?” Marc asked.

Cassie forgot about being watched as her concentration was centered on her ass and the desire to feel more of the paddle. “Yes, Master. Please, more.”

“Good girl. I like hearing you beg.”

The paddle landed again, and then again, and then he was smacking her with slow, precise swats and raising a fiery burn on her buttocks that had her pussy weeping copious juices down her thighs. Cassie bit her lip to keep from crying out as her cheeks began to feel hot and swollen and her need to feel Marc’s cock inside her intensified. Soon she was sobbing, begging for more, but she had no idea if she was begging for more of the paddle or more stimulation for her deprived pussy. When he finally set the paddle down and ran his hand over her burning buttocks, Cassie almost came right then.

Chuckling, Marc said, “You are a delight, darlin’.”

Cassie tried lifting her hips when his fingers ran over the damp folds of her pussy then slipped easily between them to caress long neglected sensitive tissue and nerves. Her inability to move only heightened her arousal and her need for penetration. “Master, please.”

When she heard him unzip his jeans, she breathed a sigh of relief, and when he moved between her spread legs and gripped her sore buttocks, she didn’t care about the voices she heard behind them or the soreness in her ass or the fact that she didn’t know how she was going to go back to vanilla sex when he left town. All she cared about was feeling him inside her, easing this ache.

“Now, Cassie. Come again for me now.”

Marc entered her in one strong thrust, filling her to the hilt and spreading her tight channel wide. When his fingers pinched her clit, she screamed, her walls clamping around his cock like a vise as she splintered apart. Sobbing, she gloried in the feel of his cock pounding into her, taking her hard and fast, exactly as she needed. Her orgasm ripped through her quickly only to be followed closely by another one. Marc’s harsh breathing and hard hand clutching her ass while the other continued to milk her clit only added to the pleasure of having his cock pummeling her depths. When she finally felt him jerk, felt his cock ripple with his release, she was so spent she could do nothing but savor his pleasure as much as her own.

The Present…

Even though Marc hadn’t embraced her with open arms, Cassie wasn’t going to give up on pursuing him. Her time with Master Greg, short as it was, showed her what she needed to know. Not only was she submissive, but it was only with Master Marc that she could let go completely, that she could reach those unbelievable heights of ecstasy. It had been the same for her seven years ago when they first met, only now, the pleasure was even more intense. Maybe it was her maturity, but she suspected it had more to do with the man than her age. She just hoped he wanted her as much as he used to, as much as she still wanted him.

Chapter Eleven

“Thank you Mr. Collins.” Cassie took her mail from the mailman and handed him a blueberry muffin. “Fresh out of the oven and still warm.”

Ed Collins smiled in gratitude. “You spoil me young lady, but, mind you, I’m not complaining.”

“It’s a small thing compared to you bringing in my mail every day. I really don’t mind picking it up from my box at the post office.” A widower in his sixties, Ed worked part time delivering mail to the residents and business owners in and around Bear Creek. Cassie’s own grandfather on her mother’s side was still living and she missed him terribly. Befriending her mailman helped fill that void.

“I know, dear, but then I wouldn’t get to see your pretty smile. And, I do enjoy your baking. Thank you. See you tomorrow.”

“Chocolate cake tomorrow. See you then.” The bell over the door tinkled as he let himself out. It was another sunny, warm day and business had been good this morning, but Cassie’s smile faded as soon as Ed had moved down the sidewalk.

It had been a week since she had seen Marc. She was trying hard not to let his silence get her down. She realized showing up on his doorstep unannounced after seven years of silence had to have been a shock to him. For a short time that night he had seemed open to having her here and he proved he still desired her to the point of leaving her aching for more. Thumbing through her mail, she was trying to talk herself into calling him when a plain white envelope with no return address caught her attention.