Master of Pleasure (3 page)

Moments later, he drew back, his breathing
ragged. She opened her eyes to find his look hooded with a fresh
intent. His hand on the back on her head seemed to be guiding
downwards. His next words explained further.

“Take out my cock,” he said, and now he
sounded more like himself, now in control. “I want it inside that
sweet, hot mouth of yours.”

Constantly conscious that she was completely
naked while he was still fully dressed, Zara as yet felt no
self-consciousness; for now her mind felt taken over by the task at
hand.

Once more, he was making her do something new
to her. She was the passive type of woman, very responsive in bed
at the best of times, but content to let her lover take the lead.
Yet there was something more intense about this scenario. It felt
different in so many ways. She already longed to touch him, was
virtually salivating to get his cock freed, to take it in her hands
and mouth.

Every slight action made her aware of her
tautening breasts, the tips now hard, pink pebbles. It ached that
he hadn’t touched her more intimately; his hands were on either
side of the couch as he settled back while she unzipped his fly.
Carefully, she ran her fingers over the telltale ridge beneath his
briefs. Then, she drew down the elastic band, grasping the shaft
and pulling it out into view.

She couldn’t help a slight gasp. In her
hands, his cock reared proud and erect, the thick, two-toned length
impressive in so many ways. Having his hot flesh throbbing within
her ready palms was the hottest turn on she’d ever experienced. For
some moments she could only stare at it, as if to memorize every
distinguishing aspect. The helmet tip looked like it had been
carved in marble; it was stretched so smoothly and shaped
distinctively. The length of his cock was crisscrossed with raised
veins which she could feel beneath her fingers.

“Your cock is so beautiful,” she half-moaned,
shocked by the way her own pussy throbbed with almost telepathic
response to the sight of the solid, fleshly blood-filled member
that seemed to dwarf her own hands.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Distracted for a moment, she looked up
quizzically, not sure what he meant. And suddenly, she remembered.
“I mean, your cock is so beautiful, Sir.”

He nodded approvingly. “Thank you, Zara, for
the compliment. Now don’t forget next time. It has to be Sir every
time you address me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” she said, this time without
hesitation.

He nodded and smiled approvingly. “No suck on
it, honey. Wrap those soft, pretty lips around my shaft and
pleasure me till I want to explode.”

Yes, oh yes
, she thought with
stomach-twisting delight at having such a magnificently formed cock
all to herself. She was never much of an expert at this, but
something buried deep inside her wanted to use all her imagination
and abilities to make this feel as good as it could – for both of
them.

* * *

Bending at the waist, she lowered her face to
his crotch, her tongue reaching out first to circle the helmet of
his shaft, licking on it and twirling the now moistened slit. She
brought her mouth closer, and her parted lips had their first touch
of his cock, closing around the tip.

Oh, the
bliss
of being able to taste a
part of him, to savor the warmth and texture of his flesh on her
lips and tongue, was indescribable. Her fingers stroked
worshipfully on his shaft, half-fisting him at the base while her
mouth tickled the tip.

And then in one motion, she sucked the cap
in, taking it past her lips and then immediately pushing her face
down so that he was inside her throat as far as it could go.

He groaned, and she felt his hands sinking
into her hair, caressing softly as he guided her. Reveling in his
taste, smell and feel, she squeezed her eyes tight and focused on
her task. She started sucking on his cock with the inside of her
throat. Her lips were already feeling stretched, and she hadn’t
been able to take more than half of his length in without choking,
so she concentrated on the much that she did have in her mouth.

She placed her hands against his body for
balance as she used just her mouth to pleasure him. He was already
taking the clip holding her hair up, letting the shoulder-length
blonde strands spill about her face for a moment, before he
gathered them up out of the way. For some seconds, she stopped
bobbing her head so much, and simply used the walls of her mouth as
well as her throat and tongue to nurse his shaft.

“Yes…I like that. Feels so damn good,” he
crooned, lacing his fingers into her hair as her tongue twirled
around him from the inside. She could feel his tip nudging at the
entrance of her throat, almost triggering her gag reflex, but she
was careful to keep her air passage clear. Well, until he started
shoving himself in her mouth.

He was face-fucking her, thrusting his hips
so that his cock slid in and out of her mouth. She loved it. It was
so controlling, his hands holding her in place as he ravaged her
throat and the insides of her mouth with his thick, long cock. This
went on for several minutes, and she tightened her lips around him,
then released, then tightened in turns, sucking in his flesh while
moans poured from both their throats.

It didn’t matter that half the time she could
hardly breathe, and that her eyes had started to water. She loved
his strong hands keeping her head still so that he could use her
mouth as he wanted. She’d never enjoyed sucking a cock so much, had
always believed the guy had more fun. And yet, she could swear her
pussy was soaked in and out from having Chase’s cock shoving past
her lips. He’d taken over, and now she could only make her mouth as
receptive and as giving, while his continued to be more and more
penetrative and taking.

She grazed him lightly with her teeth, never
biting. It was absolute bliss, especially when she could tell he
was getting pleasured in return. His hips were moving faster in
rhythm and his breathing got even more ragged. But then he suddenly
stopped.

“Too close,” he growled, unexpectedly
grasping her hair and pulling her mouth away. She looked up at him
wide-eyed, wondering what she’d done wrong. His passionately
glowing eyes, his flared nostrils and raspy breath told her he was
far from unmoved.

“That was very, very good Zara. But I don’t
want to come in your mouth just yet. But, like I said, you brought
me close enough.” After speaking, he pulled her to him, using his
hands in her hair to lead her. This time, it was to seize her lips
in a deep, moist kiss filled with hot tongue and saliva. It was the
sweetest, most thrilling kiss she’d ever tasted. It felt almost
like a reward, and she took all the pleasure it offered.

Soon though, she felt him leaning in with his
weight, and as the kiss deepened, he pushed her slowly on her back.
She felt the cushions of the couch give beneath both their bodies.
Now he was on top, his large frame covering her naked, shivery
body. Having his hard, shirted chest pressed against her exposed
breasts had them feeling more tingling and aroused than ever. She
knew now, that he was going to touch her the way she’d been wishing
for.

Now that she was spread beneath him, his
fingertips began to play all over her. They went on kissing, making
her half-distracted from what his hands were busy doing. They were
stroking over her breasts, treating them to firm grabs and hot
squeezes. She moaned against his lips, loving his rough touch. No
floweriness here; no sensitive, rosy caresses.

This was a male who knew just what he wanted,
and knew all he had to do was reach out and own it. He seized and
fondled and took. For the first time, in as long as she could
remember, she’d found a man who knew how to
take
. It was
something her body had longed for in like, forever.

In time, he replaced those roving hands with
his mouth. He broke from her lips, and slowly kissed his way down
her neck to where her large, shapely breasts thrust out.

Cupping them, he lifted one and then the
other to his lips. He drew a nipple into his mouth, skillful in
turning it into a hard, throbbing nub before long. He swirled it
around with his tongue like a fine-tasting wine, making her moan
and arch. Her hands were gripping his broad shoulders, and then
they were reaching up into his silky dark hair.

She lost her fingers within the thick locks,
her head flinging this way and that as his thorough suckling caused
a sensation of bliss to spread out to other parts of her body.

Everything he did with his mouth and hands
drove her crazy – how was that? It seemed so easy for him to make
her most sensitive points respond instantly and powerfully to him.
Having her breasts suckled had never felt so freaking good; so good
in fact, that she could feel the wetness now coating her inner
thighs. She blushed to think how much secretions she’d made.

He was going to help her find out sooner than
she expected. Keeping one hand clamped on her plump breast, he slid
the other down her belly to the petal-soft cleft in her mound. He
brushed the surface with his fingertips, and she jerked against his
hand. She could hear a veritable “sloshing” sound as he promptly
shoved two fingers inside her.

“Oh!” she breathed, her inner thighs
quivering as the most incredible pleasure shot through her insides.
He began to stroke into her with deep, measured thrusts of his
fingers, managing to jab just into that hotspot which held the key
to her bliss. She had to bite on her tongue to stop from screaming
out his name, and forced herself to listen as he began to
speak.

“Yes; just as I thought. You’re positively
streaming. You liked sucking my cock, didn’t you? It got you so
damned wet,” he growled thickly, lifting his head to lap his tongue
along her widely parted mouth. She groaned as he sank his sharp
teeth into her soft bottom lip.

She couldn’t deny his words, not when it was
so glaring. And it was true; taking his cock in her mouth, and now
with him still stroking inside her slick hub, had switched her on
like nothing else ever had.

The pace of his thrusts grew faster, making
her moan loudly. Suddenly, he shoved his fingers of his free hand
into her mouth, gagging her even as he commanded her to suck on
them. She was mindless to disobey, the pleasure rocking through her
making her comply to his every wish with eagerness. She sucked on
the fingers of his hand while he teased her clit with his other
thumb, keeping up the steady pace of finger-shafting her pussy all
the while.

There was no way she could last underneath
such blissful pleasure. She felt it building up in her lower belly,
rising to course through her veins. He was staring into her face,
making it hard for her to close her eyes, or hide her pleasure from
him. By now she was bucking into his jabbing hand, her lower body
writhing as she waited for the explosion to rip her apart.

But it didn’t happen. Without warning, Chase
withdrew the pressure on her clit, sliding his fingers out of her
soaked cunt.

Zara was gasping in air as he also took his
fingers out of her mouth, rising from the chair to look down at her
spread naked on the couch. Her eyes held his in confusion as she
forced her whole body to clamber down from the brink. She’d been so
close…

Even now, her denied vaginal walls were
contracting in spasms of aftershock at the unexpected withdrawal.
Zara bit on her lip as she stared up at Chase, who had started
unbuttoning his shirt. Why had he done that? Taking her to the
height and then cutting her off without warning? Her whole body
trembled at the undeserved punishment. But dared she complain?

Certainly not. He’d already categorically
warned her from the start that she must never complain, no matter
what. But still, she itched. Still, she wanted release. Her body
cried out for it. She saw him shrug out of his shirt to reveal a
sculpted, hairless torso and broad shoulders and chest. Without
thinking, her fingers were trailing down her belly to the crest of
her parted thighs, when she heard the sharp crack of his voice.

“No,” he snapped, and her hand shot up in
reaction, eyes wide as they held his dark, blazing gaze. Just
seeing the flash of anger in his eyes had her heart tripping over
itself in consternation. She clutched the hand to her chest,
wondering what she had done wrong…

* * *

She waited with bated breath for his next
words, her chest pounding wildly.

“Now…no matter what, Zara, I don’t want you
to touch yourself. Ever. The only pleasure you’ll feel tonight will
be the one I give you, be it with my lips, my hands, or my cock. If
I see your hands near your breasts or your pussy, you will be
punished. I hope you understand.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, swallowing convulsively
as he strode forward.

He’d pulled down his pants and briefs, and
taken off his shoes and socks. Now, he was magnificent in all his
naked glory. He had the body of a Greek statue, not a trace of fat
anywhere. Neither did he have the pronounced muscles of a body
builder. Instead, he was well defined, gorgeously ripped, and
golden and smooth all over. To top it off, his majestically erect
cock sprung from his groin like a separate entity, swaying side by
side as he walked. He was the true meaning of “hung” and she knew
that such an instrument of power was going to give her the utmost
gifts of pleasure.

She licked her lips reflectively, wondering
why any time she looked at his cock, she wanted it in her mouth, or
her pussy. She just wanted that beautiful thing in her one way or
the other.

The outside world was forgotten. Pushed to
the background too, was her other self, the everyday Zara. The
normal, just a bit quirky, Zara. This was a different person
waiting breathlessly as Chase advanced, coming to stand in front of
her. This was a whole new Zara, trembling all over with lust for
him, willing to do anything he asked just so she could experience
all the delights she knew awaited her at his hands. This was the
submissive, teachable Zara, willing and ready to obey her Sir’s
commands…