Masters 02 Master of the Abyss (13 page)

God, what a feeling. Fullness and a quiet stinging and strange sensations, as if new nerves had been created. Her excitement had cooled with the surprise, but now as he knelt between her legs and watched her reaction, it shimmered through her like a heat wave.

“You are so very beautiful, Kallie.” He ran his hands, so hard and confident, up and down her body. “I’m going to have fun playing with you tonight.”

More? Weren’t they getting close to being done?

He took something else from the bag and held it up. Long and slim with an almost flattened end. He took another kiss and then firmly pressed her labia apart. The thing slid up inside her pussy, which seemed overly occupied considering the toy was so slim…only she had something in her butt, didn’t she?

The full feeling was wonderful—and a little disturbing. Two things in her. She couldn’t move…couldn’t remove them or do…anything. Her breathing increased, and the corners of Jake’s eyes crinkled. But he asked, almost politely, “Doing okay, sprite?”

He knew the answer; she could tell from the crease in his cheek and the laughter in his eyes. She wanted to wiggle, to be touched, to moan—not to have a fucking conversation. “You know the damned answer,” she forced out, sounding as if she’d just hiked up Half Dome.

He pinched her nipple in reprimand, and her pussy clenched and made the stuffed feeling more…more.

The moan escaped.

“When I ask a question, I require an answer,” he said patiently, the steel edge of command only half-hidden. “Yes, I might know already. The point is, you need to be able to tell me.” He tilted his head, waiting for his answer.

“I’m fine. Great. Wonderful.” She bit her lip, tried to wiggle, and things moved inside her. “Do something, da—” She bit back the curse. “Please, Sir.”

“Something like this?” His gaze stayed on her face, studying her as he touched her, as his fingers circled her breasts, then her nipples. The sensations blazed through her like lightning strikes in dry grass.

Answer him. “More? Please. Sir.”
And may God strike you dead if you keep this up.

He snorted a laugh. Then he slid down until his shoulders rubbed the insides of her thighs. His breath wafted over her mound, and she tensed. He stroked up her thighs too, too slowly, and finally reached the apex of her legs. When he traced his clever fingers over her labia, she inhaled sharply. He chuckled. “You’re swollen and peeking out. Ready to play.” A fingertip brushed her clit, just enough to make her gasp again.

He bent his head and licked over her, and oh, God, her whole body jumped at the feeling. His tongue was warm and soft as it circled her clit. He didn’t stop, kept going around and around, never close enough for her to come, and the coiling pressure inside her grew as if her insides were being squeezed. Each repetition increased her sensitivity until the whole area felt swollen and tight.

“You know,” he murmured, stopping for a second. She whimpered. How could he want to talk now?

“You might have wondered why I put something so thin into your pussy. Although I’m sure you enjoy having it in there, it’s actually designed to vibrate. But only on one small place—right on the G-spot.” She felt him move the vibrator inside her and turn it on. It didn’t feel all that special, nothing compared to his mouth on her. He moved it again.

She tried to lift her hips, to suggest he go back to—

He moved it again. And her breath caught, stalled dead, as the vibrator hit something inside her. Hit and sent waves rippling outward, forcing her toward a climax as if someone were rubbing her clit from the inside. “Oh, oh, oh.”

She hung there, on the pinnacle, as the world narrowed to just that, his intent gaze holding her as it pushed her higher and higher. Her muscles strained for release.

“That’ll do,” he murmured. He leaned down and licked right on top of her clit once, twice, and then sucked it into his mouth.

The pressure inside her burst into billions of sparking nerves, expanding out from her clit, from inside, merging and exploding through her body. Wave after wave of heat, pleasure, everything. The stars above her turned into white novas. And she screamed…

His tongue slid over her in slow, gentle strokes like a rodeo rider staying on until the last second, until her whole body pulsed with sensation. She heard herself “oh, oh, oh” over and over and couldn’t stop. Her body wasn’t hers; he’d disconnected her brain.

One final lick and then he moved up to lie on top of her. His belt pressed cold against her stomach. Still half-dressed, damn him.

“You come so beautifully,” he said, the approval in his voice and eyes easing the shakiness trickling in. His body was warm; the hair on his chest tickled her breasts. His heavy weight was comforting, anchoring her back to the earth.

He chuckled. “Although the coyotes probably fled the area.”

“I—”

“Shhh.” He kissed her so gently that—oh, she wanted to touch him. To hold him.

“You didn’t get off.”

His lips curved, his eyes hot and yet the fire inside him controlled. “I will, sugar. Don’t worry. I’m looking forward to the extra snugness from that anal plug.”

She swallowed. He’d been almost too big for her before. “You’re going to leave it in?”

The sun lines beside his eyes crinkled. “Oh, yes.”

Slowly he worked his way down her body, inch by inch, kissing her shoulder, her collarbone, her breasts, one and the other. Kissing the undersides, which she discovered—and obviously so did he—were almost as reactive as her nipples. He stopped right there to nibble and tease until her hands fisted.

Down her stomach and farther until his tongue touched her clit.

“Oh!”

A low laugh. “A little sensitive, sugar?”

He had no idea. The whole area had become so sensitive that the lightest touch almost hurt, but not quite. And it was the
not quite
and his clever tongue that had her head spinning.

He slid the vibrator out, making her arch up at the slick sensation. He played with the anal plug and put one hand on her hip to still her squirming as he tormented her. Wiggling the plug, moving in and out slightly, stimulating all those nerves. He watched her, his gaze roving from her face to her breasts to her hands.

When he slid his fingers into her wetness and over her clit, she bit her lip as her body started to really awaken again. “Jake, not again. I can’t so soon,” she whispered.

“Sprite, you can.” He rubbed his big finger along one side of her clit, not close enough to cause pain, but firmly…so firmly that she seemed to have no choice. She felt the nub tightening, the feeling of drawing in preparatory to an explosion.

As always, damn him, he stopped right when it was getting good. At the sound of a zipper and the rustle of a condom wrapper, her eyes popped open. He captured her gaze as he pressed his hard cock against her opening and entered her with one powerful thrust. Her back arched as her insides clenched, sending a wave of pleasure through her. The plug inside her suddenly felt huge—or he felt huge, something…

The wait had been well worth it, Jake thought as he gave her a second to adjust. She’d come so beautifully that he’d had a difficult time not grabbing her ass and taking her right then. Damn she was lovely when she climaxed. Her eyes would go blind as her cheeks and nipples flushed a dark red. When he’d felt her pussy convulse around the vibrator, he’d hungered to replace it with his cock.

And now he had. His entry alone had set her pussy to spasming around his cock. And the plug made her vagina even snugger. With his first movement, she gasped, and her hands closed into fists. After seeing her fight the restraints, he unsnapped the Velcro cuffs from the rope.

She wrapped her strong arms around his shoulders, and it was a sweet feeling—one he could get used to far too easily. As she ran her hands over his biceps, she grinned, openly pleased to touch him, and asked, “What about my legs?”

Her gaze still didn’t appear quite focused, as if half her concentration remained elsewhere. He shoved in forcefully and withdrew, saw her eyes blur, and chuckled.

“No, little sub,” he said and bit her shoulder. Her cunt clenched. “I like your legs stretched open, and your pussy secured so I can play without you doing anything about it.”

Submissive that she was, his words alone made her pussy clench again.

He’d had enough of talking. He moved in and out slowly, saw only pleasure in her eyes, and started driving into her, hard and fast, the way he’d wanted to after watching her come. Raw, gut-wrenching sex. Possessive sex. Her fingers dug holes in his shoulders.

The slick slap of him against her flesh merged with her tiny moans. Almost. He balanced on one arm and reached around to grasp the plug stuck up her ass. Moved it and heard her shocked gasp. Her legs began quivering uncontrollably.

With each driving thrust, he pulled on the anal plug, then shoved it back in when his cock withdrew. Her moans changed into a constant low hum of need. Her thigh muscles strained against the restraints, her whole body tightened, and then he released the plug.

“Come for me, sugar.” He ran his fingers directly over her slick, jutting clit.

She came like a shooting rocket, exploding in his arms. Despite the restraints, her hips managed to buck against his. And her pussy—damn, the contractions were like a whirlpool, massaging his shaft in heat and softness until his balls swelled, hardened like boulders, and poured fire up and out his cock in mind-blowing spasms.

Eventually, when his mind seeped back into his skull, he lifted his head and simply stared at his little sub. Flushed and sweaty, swollen lips, closed eyes showing him those long, dark lashes. How could this little sprite get to him like this? He’d had submissive women, responsive women, stubborn women—she was all those and more. Tough. Vulnerable. Joyous.

Her nipples had flushed a dusky red color from his attentions. And he could feel her heart hammering away. He brushed a kiss over her mouth, and her eyes fluttered open. Her lips curved. “I came again. So soon.” She sounded as if she didn’t know whether to be proud or shocked.

“So you did. And very nicely too.” Damn, she was cute. He took her lips, surprising himself with the feelings welling up inside him. Tenderness. Protectiveness.

With an effort, he levered himself up, pulled out, and then removed the anal plug. Apparently she didn’t appreciate the removal of either, and her muttered curse made him laugh.

Chapter Six

Kallie felt empty…and alone as he moved away to dispose of the condom. Her body, covered with sweat, began to cool. She sat up and tried to undo the restraints on her thighs. The excitement was gone, the letdown beginning. She’d never liked the awkward after-sex period. At the lodge, there hadn’t been any “after sex”—they hadn’t stopped until he tucked her into her Jeep just before sunrise.

But this time she’d have to suffer through the postsex stuff. Trying to conduct small talk, realizing you’d bedded someone you didn’t know that well.

It had been great sex. Really. Her insides still quivered, but…

“Let’s get you loose,” he said. He unfastened the leg cuffs, and his powerful hands massaged the muscles around her hips as he straightened her legs. A second later, he straddled her and dug those strong fingers into her aching shoulder joints. She yelped as pain zipped through her, then eased, disappearing entirely.

She stared up at him, watching him concentrate. When he stopped, her shoulders hummed with warmth.

“Better?” His eyes met hers, shadowy in the moonlight yet still a punch to the system.

Odd how she didn’t feel nearly as alone, as distant, as she usually did after sex. “Thank you. How did you know…?”

“That you hurt?” He rolled her onto her stomach and dug his thumbs into the tense muscles in her lower back. “The way you moved, experience from years of tying up subs, and a few times being tied myself.”

“You?”

“Not long after I started topping, I asked a friend, a domme, to give me a taste of what it feels like to submit.”

“Did you like it?”

“Not in the least. But I do know what bondage can do to muscles.” He ruffled her hair. “Time to get up, sprite. I need to check on my students.”

She wiggled a little, then sighed. “Okay.”

“Try again,” he said in a cold voice.

What
? Still on her stomach, she craned her head far enough to see the expression she’d grown to recognize…his don’t-fuck-with-the-dom frown. “Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir. Anything you say, Sir.”

She heard the snort of laughter and had a second of pleasure before he slapped right on the already sore area of her bottom. She scowled at him and won herself another slap. Dammit. Maybe she didn’t like him after all.

He smiled at her, running his finger down her cheek. “We’re new to each other, and testing is inevitable. You might save yourself some pain if you realize that I try to be consistent with my requirements. Respect and obedience, Kalinda.”

Her butt hurt enough that her reply was sullen. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’m fairly easygoing, sugar. There are some doms who would expect you to say, ‘Whatever Master wishes,’ no matter what, whether it was beating the hell out of you or giving you to his friends.”

Ugh. Way further than she wanted to go. She rubbed her cheek against his hand and couldn’t figure out why being with him could feel so right, so rewarding. He’d just swatted her butt as if she were a kid, for God’s sake.

And yet…it did feel right, as if there was a sanctuary for her—just her—when he held her.

He kissed her cheek, then rose. After putting on his shirt, he pulled her up. He handed her the blanket and picked up his bag, then guided her back to the fire. She bit her lip, her feet slowing. Would he want her to sleep in his tent?

She took a step toward her clothing, still in a pile by the tents, and he stopped her. Taking her wrists, he snicked her cuffs together behind her back. She stared up at him, and his eyes crinkled. “The moon will set soon, but it’d be a shame to waste all this nice firelight, don’t you think?”

Her body seemed to spring to life, and she blurted, “There’s more…? Are…?” She stopped before more than the faintest disapproval crossed his face. “Yes,
Sir
.” He’d see just how polite she could be.