My Obsession (11 page)

“I’m being much too playful if you’re laughing rather than gasping or moaning right now.”

Without warning, his rough hands gripped her panties and ripped them off.

Sharp arousal careened through her, startling a strangled scream from her throat. The sudden need to come and come now slammed into her. She thrashed against her restraints, desperate to see Master Brent’s expression and to beg him to let her come.

But then his large hands pushed her thighs apart, and she was surprised when his body settled between them.

Was this it? Was Brent going to fuck her?

Anticipation soared and her mouth went dry.

He pushed her thighs farther apart and his hot breath feathered against her wet folds.

She caught her breath, braced for whatever came next.

When his hot tongue laved her center and sensation shot through her in a searing rush, she screamed.

She couldn’t help it.

When she’d heard subs scream in the past she thought they were just being dramatic, but if they’d experienced anything like this, she now understood.

Brent licked her again, this time dipping his tongue deep between her folds and sucking one of her labia inside his mouth to nip and tease. Explosions of sensation ricocheted through her body, sending her careening out of control.

She bucked against his face until he cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her enough where he could control her movements. “You taste amazing, Sandra. I only had a small sample in the elevator yesterday, but tonight I will eat my fill.”

Another gasp and she forced herself to stop struggling and squirming. She concentrated on relaxing, and let her thighs fall open as far as they would go, shamelessly begging him to fulfill those words.

He didn’t wait. He immediately started to mercilessly pleasure her, sucking, nipping, licking, and nuzzling, but her orgasm still hovered out of reach. Frustrated and aching, she tightened her grip on the dowel, yanking it repeatedly as if that small burst of violence would push her over the edge. When it didn’t, she yanked harder.

“I can feel how close you are, Sandra. We’re just getting started. Are you ready to come for me? To let me taste your sweet orgasm?”

“Yes, sir!” she shouted as she braced her feet against the bed, trying to gain purchase in the swirl of intense sensations ripping through her.

One of Master Brent’s hands released her ass, but the other held her up easily as he continued his onslaught.

When he pinched her nipple and plucked it she gasped again as the arousal spiked and pushed her nearly to the brink, but still not over.

“Harder. Please, sir,” she begged. She needed more, and she needed it now.

Brent’s chuckle traveled along her swollen pussy lips and up into the deep knot inside her pelvis that waited for release. She had wondered how it would feel for the deep vibrations from his speech or laughter to travel through her, and now she knew, and couldn’t wait to feel it all over again.

“Good girl. I love it when you ask for what you need.”

He dipped his tongue deep, swirling it along her oversensitive folds before he sucked her clit into his mouth, alternately nipping and sucking until she wanted to cry from the frustration of not being able to fall over the cliff of release.

Then he pinched her nipple hard, plucking it firmly, and she skyrocketed as the explosions thundered through her.

Brent sucked her clit through it all, pushing her until she thought she wouldn’t be able to handle one more second. Impossibly, another orgasm hit her like a fist, stealing her breath.

He gentled his attentions but didn’t stop them, slowly guiding her down to a more comfortable level.

He traced her slit lazily, lightly licking her clit on each upstroke until her muscles relaxed and her thighs fell open once again. After she’d gotten used to that, his finger replaced his mouth, which slowly renewed the climb toward orgasm once again, even though he was taking her up slowly. Torturously slowly.

Then he slid his finger down even farther, pulling moisture down to her ass.

She gasped at the intense sensation as a bolt of warmth radiated from deep inside her pelvis again.

“You like that.” It wasn’t a question, but his tone told her an answer was necessary anyway.

“Yes, sir. I do.”

She was surprised that she really did like it. Anal play had never been one of her favorites, although she’d never had very much of it. It never did much for her so Master Scott hadn’t pursued it, and Diego had spent his time tormenting her with too many other things to get to that.

As Master Brent rubbed his finger over her again she moaned and bucked against his hand, surprised to find herself wanting more.

Apparently when she was turned on to this point and had survived two of the most amazing orgasms she’d ever had, ass play was something that she not only liked, but craved.

Although she didn’t want to get ahead of herself. This was only a tease, and she knew it could get much more intense. But for now she was going to stay in the moment and enjoy everything Master Brent gave her.

“Are you still with me, Sandra?” The wonderful deep vibrations from his voice mesmerized her.

“Yes, sir. Still floating a bit.”

“And craving more?” he asked like a man who already knew the answer.

“Yes…sir,” she added as her endorphin-soaked brain reminded her to use the honorific. “I’m ready for everything.”

She thought she heard a small intake of breath from Brent, but she couldn’t be sure over the loud pounding of her heart.

“I believe I promised you a night of intense pleasure, Sandra. And I try never to break my promises.”

When she said, “Yes, sir,” as more of a habit than an actual answer, she was rewarded by a rumble of laughter from Master Brent.

He reached for something next to the bed, then settled back between her thighs, his hot breath tickling her pussy. She squirmed, cursing the wrist restraints that kept her from touching him. However, she had to admit, the intensity of not having her sight to help her process all of the new sensations breaking over her made this even more erotic than she’d ever thought possible.

She heard him open some type of bottle, and then something cool settled against the sensitive pucker of her ass.

Lube.

He rubbed, teasing her and letting her explore the new and intense sensations while he continued to torment her clit with his lips, teeth, and tongue.

Almost distantly she was aware that arousal had started to tighten inside her gut again, but she was too lost in the sensations Master Brent was creating inside her to focus on that for long.

When one thick finger dipped inside her anus it startled a moan out of her, and she couldn’t help but arch into the slight invasion. He gently wiggled the tip of his finger as if letting her explore the feeling longer, and she bucked against his hand, wanting more of him inside her.

She hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she wanted him inside her in every way imaginable; she just hadn’t thought she would be having thoughts of him burying his thick cock inside her ass after only this cursory introduction to how erotic anal play could be.

He nipped the inside of her thigh and then slowly slid more of his thick finger inside her.

Her body started to tighten around him, to push him out, and he stopped.

“Relax, Sandra. For any type of anal play you have to be totally relaxed. I won’t hurt you and I won’t ever push you past what feels good for you, or past what you can handle. Relax into it and let the sensations take over.”

She took a deep breath and forced her muscles to unknot along with her exhale. She trusted Master Brent to take care of her.

As soon as her muscles loosened, the finger slid in farther, spearing her with new waves of pleasure. She fought against the instinctive reaction and instead slid into a deep pool of bliss, arching into his ministrations.

Her breathing became choppy and hard, her heart pounding inside her ears like it had become a runaway freight train. She found herself bucking her hips, demanding more, faster and harder.

When Master Brent suddenly sucked hard on her clit, nipping the end firmly between his teeth and sliding his finger fully inside her ass, she exploded again. This time, after the main explosion of her orgasm, the incredible waves of pleasure kept going on and on until they swamped her system under a wave of sensory overload.

What felt like twenty minutes of orgasm later, Sandra found herself being picked up off the bed and cradled against a warm, hard chest. She frowned as she realized she didn’t remember the scene winding down or Master Brent releasing her from her wrist restraints. She blinked in the darkness, realizing the blindfold was still wrapped around her head, covering her eyes.

She curled into Master Brent’s arms, still flying high, her mind and her body still in some strange ethereal plane, breathing in the warm, spicy, unique scent of Master Brent.

So this was subspace.

She’d heard it talked about, but like so many other things, she had nearly been convinced it was exaggerated and something that didn’t really happen. Sort of the kink version of the Easter Bunny.

How wrong she had been.

Master Brent settled them onto what felt like a large, overstuffed chair or sofa of some type in what she was sure was the aftercare room.

She curled around him more comfortably, thankful for the warmth of the blanket that she hadn’t realized until just this moment had been tucked around her.

“Still flying?”

She mumbled something she hoped was semi-intelligible.

“Now that we’re somewhere dark, let’s get this blindfold off you. Too much sensory input while in deep subspace isn’t good, so I left it on until we were out of the bright lights.”

The cloth loosened and then Master Brent pulled it off. She blinked, looking around at the dark room but not making out anything except large lumps she was sure were other couches.

Master Brent tucked her more firmly against him and brushed the hair away from her face.

“I know you’re still flying, but I want to make sure you’re all right. Take stock of your body and let me know if you’re having any discomfort.”

With effort she got her brain to cooperate, and she focused on her body. For the most part she felt amazing. Boneless and wonderfully spent. The only discomfort she sensed at all was from her abdominal muscles. Several very hard orgasms and her bucking her hips as she begged for more had given her probably the most comprehensive ab workout of her life.

She rubbed her wrists expecting to feel pain or even raw spots like she had every other time she’d been restrained, but while there were a few spots of soreness where she’d thrashed against her bonds, she was sure there wouldn’t be any marks from this tomorrow.

Part of her grieved for that. She would have treasured them. Soft marks that would take several days to fade and would also remind her of this magical night with Master Brent.

She swallowed hard to make sure she could speak. “I’m all right, sir.”

He tapped her softly on the tip of her nose. “Sandra. It took you quite a while to take stock, so what have you left out? I decide what’s important or not in this realm, remember?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir. My abs are going to kill me later. I was expecting my wrists to be sore like they have in the past, but they’re fine.”

“Any discomfort from the anal play?”

She thought about it for a moment and then shook her head. “No, sir. Just a sort of wonderfully well-used feeling. Once I recover, I think I’d like to try some more.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough. I think I’ve created a monster. We’ll discuss that as soon as you come down from subspace.”

Before she could feel any disappointment that he wouldn’t discuss it with her now, her thoughts drifted off again, back into the strange euphoria that had so completely captured her mind and body.

She wasn’t sure how long she floated before she became aware of the world around her again. As her body slowly settled back to planet Earth she cuddled against Master Brent, enjoying his gentle touches and his softly spoken words. When she finally felt more normal, she slowly sat up and smiled until her face ached. Now that she wasn’t flying and her eyes had adjusted, she could make out the couches and furniture even in the soft light coming from around the closed door.

A few other couples sat on couches similar to this one, which surprised her since she hadn’t heard them come in. But then she hadn’t noticed being gathered up at the end of that intense scene either.

Or…they might have been here when Master Brent brought her in. She didn’t think she would have noticed an entire crowd of people at that point.

Subspace indeed.

Master Brent studied her critically, his handsome face shadowed and striking in the darkened room. “Are you all right?”

She nodded. “Yes, Master Brent. Thank you. For everything.”

“My pleasure, Sandra. Absolutely, my pleasure.”

She shook herself as she realized Master Brent had never come during their play. Or at least that she knew about. After all, she didn’t even remember the end of their scene.

“Sir?”

He tipped his head to the side, considering her. “What is it, Sandra?” Concern laced his deep voice.

“I would like you to have some pleasure too. You gave me the most amazing night of my life, and I don’t want to leave you frustrated. Can I take care of you?”

He smiled, a soft expression stealing over his face. “Tonight was about you. Your first scene here at Club Desire, and your first experience with subspace if I’m not mistaken.”

She pursed her lips and tried again. “You asked me if I was all right with intercourse during or at the end of scenes…and—”

“Yes, I did. And that will definitely come in time. But you’ve had enough intense sensations for one evening. I think it’s time for a shower and a good night’s sleep. Do you want to go up to the guest room, or would you like me to take you back to Michelle’s?”

Disappointment washed through her that he hadn’t offered to let her stay with him, or at the very least offered to stay with her in the guest room upstairs. But she had to admit that she would probably fall asleep on him in the first five minutes anyway. She shook her head. “I’m exhausted, but I think I should probably go back to Michelle’s.”

She couldn’t make out Master Brent’s expression in the murky light, but she hoped he was at least a little disappointed. Tomorrow was Sunday and she didn’t think too much was going on around here, but she didn’t know for sure. She shrugged.

“Oh, I nearly forgot to mention this.” He skimmed his knuckles across her cheek, leaving a trail of warmth that seemed to burrow deep inside her chest. “If you don’t have plans for Monday morning, I know someone who is looking for an office manager. I can come by and give you a ride if you’re interested.”

Her breath caught. She definitely wasn’t used to being taken care of, and she was afraid it was a very dangerous thing to get too comfortable with. She would come to rely on it and then it would break her heart when it stopped. She mentally shook herself and focused on answering. “Thank you, Master Brent. I would appreciate that. What time should I be ready?”

He took her hand in his and squeezed lightly. “I’ll pick you up at eight o’clock.”

She leaned over and brushed a kiss against his cheek. “Thank you, Brent,” she said, purposely leaving off the honorific. This action was outside their D/s relationship and she wanted him to know she appreciated it in that light.

He squeezed her shoulder and placed a kiss on top of her head, a gesture that squeezed her heart and made her fight a silly grin that tried to curve her lips.

“Let’s go upstairs, get your things, and I’ll drive you home.”

Brent stumbled through the front door of his suite and closed and locked the door behind him. His body still burned with pent-up need from the intense scene with Sandra.

He toed off his shoes and stripped off his clothes, tossing them away to land wherever they would. When he was naked, he headed to the shower to cool his raging lust.

He reminded himself again forcefully that he needed to go slow with her no matter how much he wanted to plunge inside her willing body until they were both gasping and spent. Instead, he had done his duty by her and given her the night of euphoria she both wanted and needed. He needed to help heal the wounds of the past, both the ones he knew about and those he could only guess at. One day he would remove those shadows of fear that slipped into her gray gaze now and then.

If he ever met her first Dom, Scott, he would have some words for the man about not fully training Sandra and showing her the power a sub wielded in the D/s relationship. If he’d done that properly, she would have built up enough self-esteem and confidence that she might not have been easy prey for Diego.

White-hot anger flashed through him as he thought about Diego.

The bastard had better hope if they did meet that Brent was sane enough in that moment to only hand him over to law enforcement.

It was criminal to use the position of a Dom to inflict abuse of any type, and it sent renewed fury burning through Brent’s gut as he briefly pictured using Diego the way he had used his Wing Chun wooden practice dummy down in his dojo. A quick glance into the bathroom mirror showed him wearing a predatory and slightly evil-looking smile.

As much as he would like to teach Diego a lesson, he didn’t want to kill him…Well, he actually did, so it wouldn’t be a good idea to be given that chance since he wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t take it.

He stepped under the cold spray of the shower, wincing against the sudden temperature change but welcoming the distraction from his thoughts.

Coming in from the Arizona summer night, his body had adjusted to a temperature in the low 90s, so the cold water was a shock to his system.

However, even with that, his cock remained hard and ready for Sandra. He really shouldn’t be surprised. He had fantasized about having her laid before him like a banquet since he’d first seen her his freshman year in high school. So to finally have her there had been heady…as well as making him feel both honored and frustrated as hell.

He hadn’t quite known in high school that he was a Dom, or that his fantasies clearly reflected that. But looking back, it would have been all too clear if he’d known what to look for at the time. Luckily in college, Mason had recognized him as another Dom and introduced him to the lifestyle. That one interaction had changed his life forever, and he would always be grateful even though he and Mason didn’t always agree on how to run their clubs.

Mason had been contrite enough on the phone when they’d spoken, so Brent was able to get the full story on Sandra. Mason didn’t see any need to have his clientele or his club stay at a certain level, whereas Brent always wanted to maintain the highest standards in both. While Club Desire was definitely a kink and fetish BDSM dungeon at its core, those who chose to practice their preferences here did so in a classy, clean, and safe environment. That didn’t mean there weren’t some risks inherent in any type of fetish and sex play, but safe, sane, and consensual were the rules here, not the exception. While that wasn’t always the case at other dungeons, Brent refused to accept anything less.

He shook his head and brought his thoughts back to the here and now as the cold water continued to spray against his skin, making him shiver but not relieving the burn of his lust.

He suspected only plunging inside Sandra’s tight and willing body would do that, but then again, he could envision pleasuring Sandra, and by extension, himself, for an entire lifetime and never getting enough of her, so maybe this was to be a permanent state for him?

That was a thought for further reflection. He needed to separate the Sandra he’d fantasized about in high school from the woman she had become.

Right now she needed to be guided in her own pleasure, and he was happy to take on that role. He knew she wanted him to take her…something he desperately wanted as well. But he had to make sure the timing and situation were right for Sandra, too, and not only for his own raging libido.

He leaned one hand against the tile wall and forced himself to stay under the stinging spray of water. When his body had grown accustomed to the temperature and he no longer even noticed the cold, he grabbed the soap and lathered it in his hand before palming his cock.

Sensations raced along his length, down into his balls and then deep inside his pelvis to radiate out to the rest of his body.

He pictured Sandra lying on the bondage bed earlier tonight, her wrists bound and her arms stretched over her head so her lovely breasts were bare and on display. She had wonderful breasts, full enough to overflow his hands, with thick pink nipples that hardened easily.

Sharp excitement had surged when he’d found out her nipples were extremely sensitive. He would bet that with enough stimulation, she could come just from that. His first thought was that he would have to buy her some nipple clamps. He had some regular clamps, but those didn’t have adjustable pressure, and he wanted to ease her into the sensations to make sure they stayed pleasurable and not painful. As sensitive as her nipples were, he would have to pay close attention to her body language to make sure she was enjoying it and not only trying to please him.

Some women got off on pain, but from what he’d seen of Sandra, and from hearing even part of her experiences with Diego, she didn’t seem the type. She might eventually enjoy stinging sensations like light spanking or flogging, but with her nipples as sensitive as they were, pain wouldn’t be pleasurable for her.

He would find her the perfect pair of nipple huggers with dangling chains or jewelry tomorrow, so he could make a gift of them on Monday.

A vivid image of her lovely pink nipples hard and captured inside jeweled nipple huggers made his cock twitch in his hand. She would look amazing bent over a spanking horse, the chain from the jewelry draping down toward the floor. In his vision she was trussed up in a tantalizing picture with her ass displayed for him to tease and fuck.

He would eventually fuck that beautiful ass. She had been much too responsive to anal play to forgo that possibility. He wanted Sandra in every way imaginable. However, he would go slow for her sake as well as his. He was a bit too large for it to be comfortable for her yet. He could introduce her to some plugs and toys to get her used to relaxing and being open enough for him to get to the point where it would be pleasurable for both of them.