BegMe (9 page)

She gasped, trying to suck in enough air to keep her lungs
rising and falling. Her heart beat so fast, she thought it would explode out of
her chest.

He stopped long enough to choke out, “Who am I, slave?”

Slowly, inch by inch, he dragged one thick finger out of her
pussy. The slurping sound it made told her just how wet she really was. Not
that she needed to be told. She could feel her juices flowing, running down her
thighs in musky-scented rivulets.

“Jared.” Her throaty reply was punished by Jared plunging
his finger back inside to the hilt of his knuckle.

“Do you submit your body to me?”

He repeated the process of dragging his finger back out,
this time curling the tip so it scraped against her cleft.

She moved her head from side to side. She couldn’t submit,
couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Some final barrier prevented them from
escaping her lips.

“Jared, please!” She choked out the plea, desperate to come.

He withdrew from her. His heat gone, her body cold and
aching. Tingling with sensation. On the edge of pleasure but failing to find
release. How could he leave her like this?

Tessa moaned, lifted her head and stared at him. He moved to
the wall of implements and picked a few items. She couldn’t see clearly enough
to identify them.

“I won’t allow you to come, Tessa. Not until you submit.”

Her body tensed. She wanted to reach down and touch herself,
bring herself to orgasm. Jared be damned. But she couldn’t.

Bound and helpless, she was at his mercy. She inhaled.
Exhaled. Focused on slowing her heart rate and the heavy throb between her
thighs. She’d never been so frustrated and turned-on. It was a heady
combination. She sought dominance and Jared gave it to her.

“I’ll ask you again, do you submit your body to me?”

He stood over her, looming like a dark god.

“Jared.” She wanted to say the words. She really did. She
gazed at him, pleading with her eyes. “Jared, please.”

“Quiet.” He reached for what looked like a gag. Leaning
down, he let her see the black-leather ball gag. “You’ll learn to be quiet
until you address me with the proper respect.”

Fear spiked her pulse rate. Was he really going to gag her?
She blinked rapidly. Could she let him?

His features softened. He smoothed one hand over her hair.
“Trust me, Tessa.”

Trust him? She’d be bound and gagged. Completely out of
control.

Yes.

Her body jerked, tightened. Although her mind was unsure,
her body betrayed her.

“Okay?”

She nodded.

“Open for me.”

She opened for him. He attached the gag, placed the plastic
ball firmly in her mouth and fastened the clasp at the back of her head.

“If you need your safeword, knock twice on the table.
Understand?”

She nodded again. Saliva pooled around the plastic holding
open her mouth. Nerves danced a pattern in her stomach. Nausea rose in her
throat. Completely at his mercy, she shoved the panic aside. He wouldn’t hurt
her.

Looking at Jared, she saw the metal clover clamps in his
hand. He tested the teeth, opening and closing the snap spring.

“Mmphh.” She whimpered, tugged on her restraints. Her
nipples beaded in anticipation of the sharp-looking teeth against her delicate
flesh.

“Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”

He tugged one of her nipples, rolled it through his
fingertips. The bud hardened, ached. Palming her breast, he snapped the clasp
onto her nipple and Tessa screamed behind the gag.

Sharp stings of pain shot through her system. He didn’t
allow her any respite. He pinched her other nipple and snapped on the second
clamp. She held her breath, fighting the pain. Torturous pain. Exquisite pain.
Her mind froze. Her body sang as endorphins surged.

“Breathe through it. It helps,” Jared’s voice interjected
and she latched onto it, following his advice.

She breathed out, her whole body alive with electricity. Who
knew pain could be so pleasurable?

“Don’t fight it. Feel how good it is? Feel how good I can
make you?”

He could. He was giving her everything she’d ever fantasized
about and more, stripping away her control and using her as he saw fit.

He tugged on the chain linking her breasts and she yelped.
The pressure increased, shot through her body and ended with a throbbing in her
pussy.

“Jared.” His name came out garbled but she didn’t care. She
pleaded with her eyes. The desire to come, a need so deep it almost hurt.

“No, Tessa. Not until you submit to me.”

She shook her head, blinked away the tears. It would be so
simple to tell him she submitted. She didn’t have to mean it. But she couldn’t
lie. Not to him. He’d know and most likely punish her for it.

His jaw clenched. Was he having trouble with control too?
The thought sent zings of pleasure to her heart.

He picked up a bright-blue, ridged butt plug. The tip was
tapered but it still looked imposing. Tessa whimpered. That was never going to
fit. She’d never had anything in her ass before. It was a forbidden taboo.

She squirmed, swallowing hard, unable to express her
discomfort at the thought of having something in her ass. What if there was a
mess? What if it hurt? Anal had always been a limit for her. She didn’t trust
anyone enough to stick something in her there.

Jared merely looked at her and said, “Trust me.”

He kept repeating it like a mantra. Was he hoping all the
positive reinforcement would allow it to sink in? In some weird way, she did
trust him. It was irrational. She barely knew him and yet she knew, deep down,
he wouldn’t hurt her or humiliate her. Her pleasure was his pleasure. He
demanded nothing but her submission.

He rubbed the tip across her slick pussy lips, spreading
moisture on the rubber.

She stopped squirming. Her chest rose and fell rapidly,
pulling the clamps tighter as she tried to fight the rising panic. She watched
him squeeze copious amounts of lube on the plug before he drizzled the cool
liquid onto her anal opening.

“Do you want to use your safeword?”

She knew her eyes must be as wide as saucers. Did she? Now
was the time to back out. She could go back to her normal, safe life or she
could take a risk and jump into unknown pleasure.

Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. No. She didn’t
want to use her safeword. She wanted to give in to her submission, to
experience everything Jared had to offer her.

“You are beautiful, Tessa. Lying there with your wet pussy
on display, your nipples clamped, that gag in your mouth. I’m so fucking hard,
looking at you.”

Her cunt spasmed, her walls tightened as he drove her wild
with his words. No one had ever spoken to her that way. He was breaking down
her barriers piece by piece with his words and his actions.

He pressed the tip of the plug against the entrance of her
ass. She tensed, fearful of the invasion.

“Relax.”

Her muscles went lax at his command.

The tip stretched her, opened her like a flower. The tight
fit and intense pressure made her moan. The sensation was unlike anything she’d
ever experienced. Indescribable. Forbidden.

Jared worried her clit. She gasped, moisture flooded her
pussy and he pushed the plug farther, working it into the tight opening.

“Good girl. Take it. Take it all. This is what being a submissive
is about, pleasing your Master.” He pressed his lips to her cunt, ran his wet
tongue along her slit. She jerked her hips up against his mouth. “You please
me, Tessa.”

He slid the plug all the way in and she groaned. The tiny
frisson of pain was overruled by the intense pleasure flooding her system. It
was decadent, hedonistic, having his mouth on her pussy and the plug in her
ass.

She almost came. Almost.

“Look at me, Tessa.”

She looked down at him between her thighs, her juices
coating his chin. The dark look in his eyes burned all the way to her soul. Its
intensity shattered any remnants of doubt, any shadow of fear and panic.

“You are already submissive. I’ve bound you, gagged you,
clamped you. I’ve brought you to the brink. You are mine. Submit to me. Tell me
you submit,” he growled and stood, removing her gag.

She sighed, moved her aching jaw and swallowed the excess
saliva. Her throat felt scratchy and sore. He placed a tender kiss on her lips
and moved between her thighs once again.

“Jared.”

“Submit to me.”

He thought she was still being stubborn. The scared woman
frightened of losing control. Maybe she was, but right now she wanted to give
them both a gift, a gift of submission. He’d stripped away her barriers, dug
deeper than anyone she’d ever known. She was raw inside, open to this man like
never before. She needed to give him what they both desired.

Locking her gaze to his, she nodded, placing as much
conviction in her voice as she could muster given the circumstances. “Yes Sir.”

If she thought his ministrations had been full force before,
she’d been wrong. He attacked her pussy like a hungry man seeking a fine meal.
Her Master knew exactly how to make her body hum with pleasure. She reached
higher and higher, climbing toward the delicious peak of orgasm she desperately
craved.

When he sucked her clit between his teeth, tugged, repeating
the motion he had treated her nipples to, Tessa shot over the edge. Her toes
curled, her back bowed. She rose up against the restraints. Her world became a
mass of color as wave after orgasmic wave shot through her.

She was in sexual heaven.

Jared’s eyes glazed over, watching Tessa in the throes of
orgasm. She was beautiful. A perfect, womanly specimen, and he just wanted to
eat her up. His heart clenched. He’d never seen a submissive more open and
vulnerable than Tessa. She’d given herself to him. He felt invincible, like he
could walk through fire.

He watched her chest heave, rising and falling rapidly as
she came down from the blissful peak. Her eyelashes swept open, her pupils
dilated before she fixed her gaze to his. A slow, lazy smile appeared on her
lips.

He couldn’t resist leaning down and tasting them. His cock
was hard as stone, straining for its own release.

“Enjoy yourself, slave?”

She nodded and he chuckled. Poor woman was unable to speak.
The thought did wonders for his ego. Waiting for her to recover, he caressed
her body, ran his fingertips reverently across her smooth and very slick skin.
There was one more thing he had planned before completing the first stage of
her submission. His cock jerked in response.

He toyed with the plug in her ass and gripped the base. It
could hurt if she wasn’t prepared. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Take a deep breath.”

She did as he asked and he slowly pulled. She hissed.

He dropped the plug and watched her ass gape and close.
“Good girl.”

Jared flipped the clasps on the restraints. He checked to
see if the leather had abraded her skin. The table had been made by one of the
best in the business, it was unlikely to have marked her, but he needed to
check, to be sure he hadn’t hurt her.

He hadn’t. She’d given him a gift. She was someone to be
cherished and adored.

Gently, he rubbed her wrists and ankles, getting some
circulation back into the joints. She would need to stand up and he didn’t want
her in unnecessary pain.

“That was…” She blushed, the color adding to her already
pink cheeks. “Incredible.”

Jared grinned. “All part of the service, ma’am.”

She playfully ruffled his hair and he found himself enjoying
the leisurely, casual atmosphere. Most of his previous submissives wanted to be
in the zone all the time. It wasn’t a problem, but with Tessa he wanted more
than to command her. He enjoyed every second spent in her presence. She was a
like a drug and he the addict. She’d inserted herself into his life, weaved a
spell around his heart.

Lifting her off the table, he helped settle her balance. She
stood in front of him like a wanton siren. His hands rested on her hips. The
scent of sex and her subtle perfume clung to their skin. His cock twitched. Her
scent drove him wild.

“Ready for round two?”

She contemplated his words and a frown creased her forehead.
“I’m good to go, Master.”

His heart flipped. He loved hearing that word coming from
her lips. “Fine.”

Jared stepped back, raked his gaze hungrily over her naked
body. He wanted to tease, to have her so hot for him she panted. He wanted her
pussy slick with juice because of his cock.

Running his hand down his chest to his stomach, he toyed
with the waistband of his pants, watching her reaction. Her gaze fixed on his
hand. He moved lower, across the tight material stretched over his groin. He
palmed his cock, rubbing the entire length of it. It felt so good to finally be
receiving some attention. The damn thing had been hard for her since the club.

Her lips formed a perfect O and he almost came in his pants.
He knew exactly what round two was and he wanted it instigated now. “You like
watching your Master rub his cock?” He rubbed a few more times, punctuating
every word with a firmer caress.

Tessa swallowed. “Yes.”

Jared frowned and tilted his head to the side. He wanted to
hear her call him Master again. “Yes, what?”

“Master.”

“Good girl.”

Flicking the button on his pants, he gripped the zipper and
slowly, oh so slowly, dragged it down. He watched the reactions flash over her
face with fascination. Never had he seen a woman so hungry for him. He wanted
to beat his chest and scream like a Neanderthal. What the fuck was this woman
doing to him?

Lifting his cock out, he shrugged his pants down. He never
wore underwear, especially when he knew he was entertaining a lady. Fisting
himself, he ran his hand up and down, up and down, paying special attention to
the head. Her gaze fixed on his cock, watching every movement he made.