Yes, Master (22 page)

I lick her fingers and want more of her taste on me as she pulls them out of my mouth.

“The plug’s all in and I want to worship you for being so compliant. Stand up straight, turn around and face me and hold on to the back of the sofa,” my Master directs me.

I turn around and I can feel the butt plug move against me as I get in position for my Master. She gets a cushion and throws it in front of me and sinks to the floor.
 

With quite a grip she strokes my cock from tip to shaft just twice, causing a shiver to run the length of my back. Her mouth descends and she sucks the tip between her lips as her tongue flicks from top to bottom then top to bottom again.

“Ooooohhh,” I groan and stand perfectly still as my Master starts giving me a blow job.

She takes more of my cock in her mouth and brings her hands up to rest on my ass as she grips the fleshy roundness and digs her nails in. Taking me out of her mouth, she runs her lips from my shaft all the way up to the tip with her flattened smooth warm tongue on the underside of my cock.

“Fuck,” I say through an expulsion of air.

That gets me a hard turn of the butt plug as she bites down on my cock causing an ache both on my dick and in my ass. But I don’t have time to complain because she spears my cock deep inside her mouth. Her lips are around the base and my tip’s touching her throat as she scrapes her teeth up the length making me shudder with an intensity and a primal need to fuck her mouth.
 

She consumes my length again and this time I feel the ever familiar tightening starting in my balls. I contract my entire body as I will myself to hold back spurting cum deep down her throat.

Abruptly she stops and gets off the floor with my orgasm only mere strokes and licks away.

“Turn around and bend over.”

I do as my Master requires.

“For my pleasure and for yours I’m going to use my favorite leather paddle on your ass. You’re allowed to climax, but you’ll count out loud how many spankings I give you. I’m going to spank you four times on each side.”

I tense up and wait for the pain.

With a loud thud and a vibration of the butt plug I scream out, “One.”

The second slap of skin is on the other side and this smack goes straight through my body as the plug feels like it gets driven further into my ass. “Two,” I shout with pure elation.

Fuck it feels so good and completely illicit as she paddles my ass with the smooth leather.

The paddle comes down harder, and just as it makes contact she pulls my left nipple gripper off shooting pain from my chest to my toes. “Three.”
 

I’m overtaken by sensations and I don’t know what to feel or where it’s coming from. There’s pain from my ass and the butt plug, but my cock is weeping and desperate to just fucking come.

“Four,” I moan not knowing how to handle this anymore.

Five and six are harder again, and in rapid succession as I yell them out.

“Seven,” I breathe in a tiny voice not able to concentrate any longer because every raw and harbored feeling is quickly coming to the surface.

“Come here and let me fuck your mouth, boy,” he whispers in his evil and cold voice.

“Eight,” I whimper as I come so fucking hard that I collapse to the ground. I hear the paddle drop and my Master has me in her arms.

“Ryan,” she says taking me out of sub head space.

“I’m so sorry, Stella. I can’t get rid of him no matter how hard I try.”

“Don’t you see though? Don’t you see what we just did?”

I look over to her and wrap my arms around her clothed body.

“What did we do?”

“You’re learning that sexual pain is followed with sexual pleasure. We were almost at the end of the scene before he forced himself inside you. We’ve been in the scene for almost an hour and it’s only at the end that you became lost. Soon he won’t be present at all.”

“I’m trying.”

“I know, and you make me so proud at how far you’ve come.”

Stella’s begun to crumble my wall away, brick by brick and moment by moment she’s exposing the ugly and replacing it with something I’ve never thought I was worthy of,
hope
. She’s teaching me that I can regain the control my life has never had, and possibly I may have a chance of living and not just merely surviving.

There’re three words that keep dancing merrily around in my mind. These words, once said can never be taken back, nor would I want to withdraw them. But for now, I need to leave them chained up with the demons and I hope one day soon I can confidently say what I’m so desperate for my lover to hear.

“I’m never letting you go, now please take this butt plug out,” I remark as I humbly kiss the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.

Stella chuckles as she slowly removes it and I unclip the nipple gripper.

“You’ve got mail too, I forgot to give it to you before. I just saw you and really wanted to play, they’re over there.” She points at the small table in the family room.

I pick the envelopes up and start sifting through them.
 

One catches my eye and I open it without hesitation.

“Fuck,” I say in the smallest of voices.

“What is it?” Stella comes and stands beside me and looks at me with concern.

“It’s my mom’s sixtieth birthday and it’s being hosted by
him
and my uncle George. I’m not sure I can face him, Stella,” I say as I sit on my sofa and pick an invisible spot on the wall to focus on.

“You can and you will, because I’ll be by your side with our hands entwined.”

I look to Stella who’s now sitting on my naked lap and she’s looped her arms around my neck caressing me and just being my absolute strength.

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, this is what I want to do.” She leans over and kisses my mouth.

But the dreaded and absolute sinking feeling is overtaking the calm and peace that I find with Stella.

There’s a fire slowly building beneath me, and the cauldron I’m standing in will soon explode causing many secrets to be spilled.

I can sense it all ending soon, my only worry though, is who will be exposed.

Chapter 26

I just landed and I’ll be at your place soon. – Mason

It’s Friday afternoon and I’m walking out of my office when I get that text message from Mason. A huge smile appears and a tremor of elation soon follows.

This weekend holds such excitement and promise for me, yet I’m also totally and utterly terrified of it, too.

Without a moment to think another negative and frightening thought, Rhianna starts singing S&M to me.

“Hey,” I say as I answer the call.

“Are you on your way home?” I can tell by Stella’s tone that there’s something bothering her.

“I most certainly am. Mason just texted me and told me he’ll be home soon. Is everything alright?”

“Um…” Stella hesitates.

“What is it? Are you okay? I’m just getting in my car and I can be at your office in fifteen minutes,” I say as I unlock my car and start it, ready to drive down to meet her.

“No, that’s not necessary, but I do have something to tell you and I don’t want you to be driving.” What the fuck? What’s happened? Stella sounds so worried.

“Alright, just tell me.”

“We were right about Macy Parker. CPS got involved as soon as I called my contact, and they started investigating immediately. It seems the father was substituting Macy for her deceased mother.”

Shit.

I lay my head on the steering wheel and close my eyes with my own abuse stampeding back as the flood gates have been ripped away.

“Ryan,” I hear Stella say, but I can’t make my brain listen to her.
 

I’ve known for the last week since Lucy talked to us, and I wanted to go and smash that fucker’s head in but Stella forbid it. Then Joanna explained the situation and I was convinced that he wasn’t harming Macy, but the dirty child molester had another week of hurting her.

“Ryan,” I hear more desperation in Stella’s voice as she calls for me.

But my mind’s clouded with fucking anger as I punch the steering wheel.

Fuck the dirty pig, he’ll deserve everything he gets when he goes to jail. I hope he ends up in general population and the inmates take care of him.

“Ryan!” Stella yells quickly dragging me out of the anger filled fantasy of cracking his head open with my bare hands.

“Sorry, Stella, what were you saying?” I try and lower the anger and hatred I have for the lowlife as I speak to my girlfriend.

“You’re pissed off, and don’t even bother denying it. He’s been arrested and Macy’s getting the care she requires.”

“He fucking deserves to have the same courtesy paid to him as he’s done to his daughter,” I say through a jaw clenched so tightly that I can feel my teeth grinding together.

“He’ll be dealt with severely and rapidly, he’ll get what he’s entitled to in the form of punishment.”

“How do you know, Stella? Look at my uncle, he’s walking around freely and without a care in the world, as I struggle every damn day with the knowledge and the memory of what he did to me. Says who that Macy’s father doesn’t walk free and takes her back and does even more horrific things to her? He could pimp her out or he could have men lined up to fuck her innocent little body as he makes her give him a blow job. Predators never stop. Says who he’ll get his karma?” My hands are in fists as my entire body’s shaking with fury. I can feel my stomach tensing up and my throat pulsating with a lump sitting at the base.

“Is that what happened to you, Ryan?” Stella asks in a sorrow filled voice.

Without even realizing what I’m doing, I turn around and punch the driver’s side window. It shatters and splutters outward, leaving me with a little bit of glass on myself but my hand split from the impact of breaking it.

“Is that what your uncle did to you?”
 

No lies, ever.

“Yes.” It takes every muscle in me to face the truth, and allow Stella a little more into my darkness.

“Get home and wrap that hand before Mason gets there.” I didn’t have to tell her what I did, she already knew. “Tonight, spend time with him and talk but tomorrow you’re both to be at my house by 11am. We’ll have some lunch, and then we’ll start on the scene.”

“I know,” I say, clearly still agitated with the situation.

“Ryan, you need to learn to trust me.”

“I do, I have unconditional faith in you.” And truthfully, I’d even go as far as to say that I trust Stella’s judgment and I’m confident that what she does is all for my own benefit.

“Well go home, wrap your hand and I want you to put
him
out of your mind. I need both you and Mason well rested because once you cross the threshold of my dungeon tomorrow, you’ll require every ounce of control and strength that you have.”

Just having Stella tell me to erase it from my mind instantly relaxes me. My breath returns to normal and I find that my hands aren’t balled up tight holding in the anger and hate I had moments earlier.

“Alright,” I finally concede.

“My two sexy toys are allowed to kiss and feel each other with your hands above clothes, however, you’re not allowed to come and you’re certainly not allowed to explore below the neck with your mouths.”

Damn, I’m fucking hard and so turned on.

“Stella.” My voice comes out scratchy and husky.

“Oh, my toy likes the idea of feeling Mason’s rigid cock, does he?”

“Fuck, I love the thought of it,” I admit as I move my cut hand down to stroke myself.

“Tell me, is it Mason’s mouth that you find alluring or the thought of him pushing deep inside you that you’re breathing heavy for?”

“It’s the idea of you being there and telling me what I want to do, to please you. It’s also the image of fucking Mason’s cock with my mouth as yours is wrapped around mine and you thrust onto a vibrator. Damn, Stella, it’s just the fact that you’ll be there watching us as we discover each other’s body.”

“Hmmm, now I’m wet and need to be fucked. Preferably by your cock,” Stella moans into the phone. “But I’ll have to lock the door and get my Hitachi wand out to do the job.”

Please, please stop talking.
My cock’s so solid and as I look down I can see a little bit of pre-cum soaking through my uniform.

“Unless you’re going to let me empty myself in your mouth or deep inside you then please stop talking, Stella.”

“It’s all about control and the more I tease and bring you back, the better restraint you’ll gain over your body. Now do you want to listen as the wand fucks me hard or would you prefer that you hang up?” I hear a buzz in the back ground and I can only imagine Stella sitting with her legs wide open as she positions a mirror in front of her and the head of the wand vibrates against her pussy.
 

“I have to go,” I say as I move my hand away from my aching and desperate cock.

“Hmmm, now remember… hhhhhhh. Only kissing – oh fuck…. And touching above…..shit – oh god, fuck me, oooooohhhh, above clothes.” Her breath intensifies and that sexy moan is stuck in her throat as she’s trying to talk to me. “Fuuuuuck, oh fuck.”

“I’ve got to go,” I say as I abruptly hang up. My throat’s all parched and I’m shaking from holding my own damn release back.

I sit in my car for a good twenty minutes before I’m able to stop having Stella breathing heavy and enjoying herself as I listened on replay around in my mind.

When I get home and close the front door I’m immediately assaulted with Mason as he pushes me up against the cool wood and he attacks my mouth.

“I missed you, Ryan,” he mumbles against my mouth as he pins me to the wall with his hips. He grabs both my hands and clasps them in one of his as he holds them above my head, he’s not using force to restrain me, I’m willingly giving myself to him.

“Jeez, I missed you too,” I say as Mason skims his nose up following my jawline to my ear. He traces the curve of my lobe with his wet raspy tongue as his stubble lightly grazes the tender and sensitive skin below my ear.

“I just want to feel you and I really want to kiss.”

“Yes, Mase, I want your body on mine.” My eyelids roll closed and my mouth falls open as Mason greedily devotes his lips to my neck and jaw.