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“Like that, pet?”

She panted, “Yes, Master.”

At her quick response, he released her breasts. A sadistic smile twisted his lips at the regretful whine she released at the loss, loving each torture he inflicted upon her as he explored further down her body and over her modest skirt.
That will teach her to disobey orders
.

A quick unzip later, he slipped the skirt down her hips, exposing the round naked mounds of her ass. His handprints shone bright and pink on her skin. If there was anything sexier than seeing his mark on his woman, he had never experienced it. He prodded the bruises, making her gasp and pant at the sudden flare of pain from his fresh mark.

“Lie down on the bed, pet, on your back, legs apart.”

He pushed her in the direction of the mattress. Blindly following his directions, quite literally with the silk scarf covering half her face, she stepped forward, trusting that he’d keep her safe. Her legs shook but she managed the few feet to the mattress, wobbling like a new doe learning to walk, but she still followed his command regardless of her body’s impulses. If he thought she’d fall, he’d reach out and catch her in an instant, but he enjoyed watching her fight through her reaction to do as he instructed.

Once she reached the mattress, she manoeuvred into the position he’d requested, spreading her legs wide and giving him a good look at the wetness their play had already created. Only a taste of all he had in store for her this week.

He joined her, sliding onto the sheets beside her. Reaching around her, he released the ties holding her hands back. He peeled the shirt and bra from her arms, leaving her blissfully naked for the first time in their encounter. He rubbed her shoulders, releasing the knots from deep in the muscle, and she moaned beneath his touch.

He loved this part of play the most, when she was soft and pliant beneath his hands. He could do anything to her, hurt her, fuck her, love her, and in this state, she wouldn’t even try to stop him. She trusted him to take care of her and respect her limits. That trust was worth more than his entire Fortune 500 company, and came just as rarely.

His heart rate somewhat calmed by the reprieve and his breathing closer to normal, Richard grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head. The position alone renewed the frenzy inside him. Her soft body beneath his thighs, her breasts brushing against his chest, her desperate whimpers for more could drive a man insane. The beast inside him that wanted to bind her to him and claim her as his alone flared to life in his gut.

With three quick turns he knotted the ropes around the headboard, holding her in the position he desired. He pulled back, smiling down at his captive, his pet. Gorgeous. Her chest rose and fell with her quick breaths. Her dark hair spread across the pillow, her mouth parted on a soft gasp. Even if he had hours, he wouldn’t be able to truly appreciate the splendour before him.

Unfortunately he didn’t have the kind of time he wanted to enjoy her bound beauty, not if he intended to attend any of his morning meetings in halfway decent shape. But this was the arrangement they’d agreed to years ago, the terms he’d accepted, and he’d enjoy every second he had with her.

Beginning with reacquainting her with his rules.

“Whose body is this?” He leant down to whisper against her breasts. He sucked in one nipple, and bit the tip. Her back arched towards him, silently asking for more.

“Yours,” she responded on a moan, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.

He did the same to the other side, sucking on her nipple then clamping down on the peak. Serena whimpered beneath him, her plump bottom lip held tight between her teeth.

With a smile, he leant back to stare at his work. Her breath shuddered, her pink puffy nipples stood at attention on top of her gorgeous full tits. His pet was a sight to behold. And she was all his. For this week at least.

“Who decides what it wears?” He kissed down her sternum, returning to his previous line of questioning. He decorated the centre of her stomach with open-mouthed kisses before taking a hard bite of the bottom curve. She screamed and moaned, her fingers gripping hard into the rope around her wrists.

“You do.”

He slid lower, nuzzling approvingly into the junction of her thighs, licking the seam of her lips and prodding between. Need dripped from her cunt, the tops of her thighs already coated with her desire, and his heart thudded in triumph. He pulled back, leaving her wanting once more as he placed fast, hard kisses down her thighs.

She whimpered, spreading her legs wider for him, and his chest puffed out a bit more. Like all good subs, Serena didn’t give up her power easily. Proving himself worthy of her submission was a constant battle, one he enjoyed demonstrating over and over again. Just like he planned to do tonight. Each time they met the need to show her who was in charge, of her body and her pleasure, intensified, overpowering every other instinct in his body.

He bit the inside of her knee, before switching to the other leg. “If I say you aren’t to wear underwear?” Her muscles quivered beneath his mouth, and the ache in his balls intensified.

“I-won’t-wear-underwear,” she screamed out in one long string.

He laughed, sliding the rest of the way up her thigh, back to the heaven between. “Good pet.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she screamed out.

She bucked on the bed, thrashing beneath his mouth, simultaneously arching towards him and trying to escape his touch. The conflict in her actions only made him want to torture her more, to see how far he could push her until she couldn’t take it any longer.

Looking up the long length of her body, he watched her breasts rise and fall with her rough breaths. Her fingers clung to the rope around her wrists so hard her knuckles had turned white. 

“Since I own this body, if I say…you can’t come?”

He nibbled on her clit, on the puffy pink lips of her pussy, enjoying each twitch and quiver he created. He slid his hands along her inner thighs, pinning her legs wide open against the mattress. Small whimpering sounds escaped her mouth as his tongue continued to explore.

“I won’t come,” she responded between rasping breaths, and he rewarded her with another quick nip at her clit.

He smiled, loving the shiver that skated through her limbs as he held her flat beneath him. His tongue extended, rubbing across her clit before plunging deep inside her wet cunt. He moaned appreciatively against her skin. The sweet honey taste of her pussy, like pure heaven right here on earth, slid across his tongue. She gasped, as he continued to suck her clit, fucking her with his tongue.

Yet she held back, fighting off the orgasm, her pussy contracting around his tongue. Because he’d told her to.

He didn’t plan to torture her long, just long enough for her to remember who was in charge, but watching her thrashing beneath him, begging for release with her every breath, he didn’t want to end her torment. He only had one week with her. One week a year. Why shouldn’t he enjoy every second of their time to the fullest? It wasn’t as if she’d complain. She was enjoying herself just as much as he was, the sweet honey almost gushing from her pussy evidence enough for him.

“Please, Master,” she panted, exciting him further. There was nothing he enjoyed more than a begging sub. And his pet played the part to a T.

“What do you need, pet?” he asked, knowing the answer too well.

“I need you.” Her voice sounded thin and desperate, skating the edge.

“Whatever my pet needs…” He licked her clit one more time, and her entire body convulsed. Her legs flexed around him. She was close, her control pushed to its limit. And so was his. “My pet gets.”

Sliding back from the cradle of her legs, he rose up to admire his prize. Her chest rose and fell so quickly he worried she might be close to passing out. Her skin flushed the most attractive rosy shade. Her head flung back against the pillow.

He leant down over her, caging her beneath his body and settling himself between her wide-spread legs. Soft flesh pressed into all his hard muscle.

“Once I’m all the way inside you, pet, you may come. But not until then.” She nodded, clenching her jaw a little tighter. She was close, but she’d hold out a little longer, because he demanded it.

“Do I need to wear a condom, pet?” They both loved the intimacy of the bare skin to skin contact. From his physical last month, at the assistance of the board, he’d been deemed in perfect health. He trusted her to tell him if he needed to protect them against pregnancy or other disease.

She shook her head, and he smiled, pleased with her quick response. “Not for me, Master.”

“Good,” he growled, loving the vehemence she responded with. They never discussed what they did outside of their week together, but secretly he always hoped the reason she rejected his need for protection each year was because no other man touched her in the time they were apart. It might be unrealistic, but he couldn’t stand the thought of her with someone else.

The beast inside him growled at the idea. He never wanted to think of any man touching his pet that way. She was his. With a little extra aggression, he lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed inside. He didn’t thrust in all the way with one quick motion, like he knew she wished for. But he couldn’t slide in one torturous inch at a time the way he wanted either. As much as he was tormenting her, he’d tortured himself as well, and his control was desperately close to snapping.

Her body contracted around him, making each second inside her even harder to withstand. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the final inch into pure bliss.

She moaned beneath him, the sound almost painful. He understood the feeling. He pushed the hair back from her face, stuck to her skin with sweat, and placed a quick kiss on her lips. Regardless of how much she needed to come, how pained she was by his slow sensuous torture, she still responded, her mouth moving beneath his, her tongue sliding along his lips.

Every muscle in his body tensed against the worst assault his control had ever experienced. But he’d withstand it. He had to. For her.

“You can come now,” he groaned above her. “Come for me, pet.”

 

* * * *

 

She screamed, her whole body shaking as the orgasm she’d been suppressing escaped with a violent roar. With any other man the strength of the orgasm would have frightened her, but with her Master she felt secure. He’d protect her, he’d keep her safe, no matter what.

She tightened her legs around him, holding onto him like an anchor in a storm. She threw her head back, panting out each breath. Her ears buzzed and her head felt light. Her heart stopped beating for a second as the swell overwhelmed her.

When she finally came back to herself, she realised her Master remained hard inside her. He’d stilled, allowing her the moment of pleasure. But just as her breathing returned to a somewhat normal level, he slammed back into her, igniting the remaining flutters in her cunt to full tremors.

He growled above her. He felt them too.

“Come again, pet,” he urged, his voice hoarse from his own need.

She tried to shake her head, to tell him she couldn’t, but before she could say anything, his fingers wrapped around her clit and pinched. Another violent shudder raced through her. She screamed, thrashing on the bed beneath the destructive current inside her, threatening to overwhelm her. And yet he continued to fuck into her, so hard every nerve in her body lit up. It was too much to take, and yet she couldn’t stop it.

As she fell over the cliff a second time, her Master’s cock jerked inside her as he followed her over to his own release. He growled against her. His hands clamped around her waist, holding her still for his final thrusts, the bite of pain only spurring her on faster, forcing her to come harder.

He fell down upon her, his weight heaven against her body, regardless of her inability to breathe. His bulk pinned her to the bed, holding her captive, and her heart soared. Only her Master could ever push her so far, drop her so low and bring her back to her true self.

Completely drained, they lay together, their lungs pumping, their hearts pounding. Sweaty skin against sweaty skin.

All too soon, he pulled away from her. He leaned up, untying her from the headboard and removing the silk tie from around her eyes. She blinked several times adjusting to the limited light. All she could see was her Master. He stared down at her with coal-black eyes, his dark hair tousled and sexy. His chest was dotted with sweat, calling to her tongue to clean. Still the most handsome man she’d ever seen.

He smiled at her, that smile she pined for, that she dreamed about. That smile that said she’d pleased him. That she was enough, all on her own.

“Good, pet,” he whispered, brushing a quick kiss upon her lips. The touch was so intimate it nearly broke her heart.

He rolled to the side, taking her with him. Tucked perfectly into his side, she nuzzled her face into his chest. The musky smell of man and fresh sweat overpowered her senses. No man smelt as good as her Master.

“Stay, pet,” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep. His arm curled around her, pulling her into his body.

“Yes, Master.” She smiled, snuggling closer into the heaven of his arms. There was nowhere she’d rather be.

Chapter Three

 

 

 

Richard poured fresh coffee into his porcelain cup. The smell alone revived him some. There’d be a lot more coffee for him this week, dark black coffee. He smiled. A week’s worth of play with his pet was well worth it. It was worth a lot more than a week’s worth, but that was all he got.

“So how are negotiations coming on the Argonaut deal?” He sat down in a large captain’s chair, across from Dante, his lifelong best friend and business partner. “I hoped to announce the merger at the meeting and finally put an end to all the rumours.”

Dante sighed, sipping from his own cup. “The CEO is still dragging his feet. Their lawyer is giving me the run-around. And exposure like this doesn’t help.” Dante tossed a paper across the table between them, the newsprint sliding across the polished cherry surface.

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