de Lune, Clair - Master Eric's Virgin Sub [Prometheus in Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

He kissed her gently at first but with increasing ardour as she pressed herself closer to him. Her breasts with their tight, pink-tipped nipples were squashed against his chest, and they felt so good. She moved one firm thigh between his legs and pressed against his balls. She was going to kill him. He’d never last at this rate, and he did not want to come prematurely. Not tonight.

She seemed to sense he was keyed up, slid down out of his embrace, looked up at him, and asked, “May I, Master Eric?”

At his growled consent, she took his swollen and painful erection in her hands. She passed her tongue over the purple head and savoured the taste of his pre-cum. She licked and nibbled the tip, exploring it, inserting her tongue into his slit and humming in pleasure. Her humming against his cock drove him wild, and he fought to keep still, letting her play a while. Then she sucked the head into her mouth and as much of his huge cock as she could manage, wrapping her hands around the rest and began to drive him higher. She licked and sucked and nibbled, and then her hands left his cock and she cupped his balls, rolling his sac in her fingers. He loved the feeling as his balls moved under her hands. He felt them tighten. He grew still, and then a stream of hot, salty fluid splashed over her tongue and down her throat as she swallowed. His hands gripped her shoulders as he came.

“God, kitten. I love you,” he said.

Chapter Twenty-One

Had she really heard what she thought she had? Best say nothing, as it was probably just the aftereffects of the blow job, which he’d obviously enjoyed.

He laid them down on the bed, positioning himself on top of her, and his strong thighs parted hers, then he kissed her long and deeply. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands explored her breasts. She could not get enough of him. She had never felt this way with anyone before, and that was the reason she was a virgin. She had been holding out for her hero, a man who would show her pleasure and allow her to give him back as much as he gave to her. Could this be the one? The one who would not want to control everything, but would take what she gave him in the spirit in which it was offered. He had held still for the blow job and not stopped her halfway as she had feared he might. He must have been bursting to get inside her, to judge from his erection, but he let her have her way. He abdicated the power to her.

He caressed each tender nipple then flicked his fingers over them, and they responded, standing erect and firm to his touch. He lowered his mouth to one then the other and licked and kissed and nibbled his way around each nipple, finally sucking them into his mouth one by one and suckling hard. She arched her back, and her cunt leaked moisture. She parted her legs even more as she wordlessly offered herself to him.

He pressed two fingers inside her and curled them. He stroked her G-spot, and she moaned. She had never ever felt a feeling like it. She never wanted him to stop, but his cock was erect and hot as he slipped the condom over it and guided it into her cunt. She knew she was tight in spite of his finger-fucking so he went slowly. He was all consideration for her, and she glowed. It must be a bloody difficult thing to do. His instinct would be to push into her and fuck her senseless, but she knew he did not want to hurt her, and when he met a resistance he slowed and stopped. She winced even though she had expected it to be painful. He had warned her that he was big and she was tight, and she might experience some fleeting discomfort. She hoped he had not felt her wince, and she lay still, waiting.

Chapter Twenty-Two

He had had the most difficult time of his life trying to go slowly. He took his time with her to ease her into it. He had finger-fucked her several times now, so she ought to be stretched, but when he slipped the head of his throbbing cock into her, he found she was tighter than he expected. She had thrashed and moaned, even sobbed as he had rubbed his fingers over her G-spot. He had loved the abandoned way she had responded to his stimulation, and he kept it up as long as he could. She arched her back, threw back her head, and called out to him. Her hands fisted in the sheets, and she thrashed her head from side to side. He had never enjoyed giving a woman pleasure as much as he did her. She was so responsive and so abandoned in her pleasure. She never hesitated to let him see how much his loving pleased her. By the time he withdrew his fingers she had been sopping wet and, he judged, ready for more.

He had never fucked a virgin before, and although he knew in theory what to expect, with his cock hard and her moaning under him it was hard to think at all, let alone go slowly. He had found it very difficult to control himself. He wanted nothing more than to ram his cock home and piston in and out of her, but he could not do that to her. He loved her too much to ruin it. Loved her? Did he? He had said so, but she had not responded, though she must have heard him.

He felt a resistance and slowed. He bent his head to her mouth and kissed her deeply, lighting a fire in her veins. He knew from her response as she arched her back and responded to his kiss. His mouth left hers, and he took one rosy-tipped nipple between his lips and suckled gently then more firmly. He moved to the other, and when she began to thrash her head from side to side, he suckled hard. At the same time, he thrust with his hips, sinking his cock firmly into her. He felt her wince and try not to let him see it, and she did not cry out. He was proud of his brave little kitten and held still for a while. He had told her what to expect and what he intended to do. He knew she would realise it would only hurt for a while, so he held still, and when he felt her relax her muscles, he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, it has passed now, Master Eric.”

So he got on with loving her, still not fucking her as hard and as fast as he intended to in the near future. Nevertheless, he brought her to a fierce orgasm with his fingers, pinching her clit as he suckled one breast and pumped in and out of her hot, wet pussy.

As her muscles contracted about his cock, he pumped his seed into her. She did not want him to withdraw, and she wrapped her legs around him, but he released himself and went to dispose of the condom and fetch a warm, wet cloth to clean her up. She’d be sore in the morning because of his size, but she’d soon grow used to it. He got into bed beside her and settled her with her head on his shoulder and nestled into his side. She made the humming, purring noise he loved. She was his little kitten and he’d
never eve
r let her go.

Chapter Twenty-Three

It seemed that no sooner had Jessica been removed than Emma’s friend, Fiona, was in trouble and needing his help. Her violent ex-boyfriend was pursuing her. He enlisted Jack and they began to investigate. Fiona was friendly with the twin nephews of Master Angus. They had come down to Sheffield, from Scotland, a week ago. They were close to Angus but had not heard from him for a while, and began to be worried. When they had heard he had met someone, they decided to leave their business and come down to see for themselves. They went to Prometheus in Chains, where they met Fiona. She was a friend of Emma’s from their university days. Fiona was running from her violent ex-boyfriend, but she had not been able to resist stopping off to catch up with Emma, who she had not seen for years. Fiona was certain the ex-boyfriend was following her closely. The two young men had seen her in the club and fallen for her. They persuaded her
to stay, and promised to help her sort the problem out.

They all met at Angus’s house to discuss the situation, and as Fiona was really worried, they decided to play for a while to try and get her to relax. The weather was so pleasant, and the research was not going to start until the evening in the club.

Angus’s garden had a large, flat lawn on one side, so they played badminton and croquet. Of course being Doms they could not just play a straight game. For every point lost, an article of clothing was removed. Since the women were playing against the three large men it was no surprise to anyone who lost most clothing. Emma, playing against one Dom, was soon down to her underwear, but Fiona against two lost all her clothes and her temper very shortly. She told them what she thought in no uncertain terms while Emma watched in openmouthed astonishment that she could speak to two Doms like that. She was therefore not concentrating, and meanwhile, Master Eric scored another point and said, “Okay, knickers off this time.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Emma was annoyed and could not resist saying, “No, that’s not fair, I was not ready to play. I was watching Fiona. I
won’t
take them off.” She stamped her foot.

“Okay, slave position
now!”

Hearing that tone, Emma could not help but obey, and she fell to her knees and assumed the position. The Doms discussed their punishment.

“What punishment, and why the hell are we being punished?” groused Emma, still pissed off with the situation. She was hot from the game and frustrated, as she had not been able to score any points at all. It was all so bloody unfair.

Eric said, “Keep right on swearing and arguing, and see how much worse it gets!”

This was greeted with silence from both girls, and soon they found themselves in a contest to see which of them would halve their erotic torture. Emma won, but only just. She would have half an hour and Fiona would have one hour. First Eric inserted Ben Wa balls into her cunt and told her not to lose them. She grunted and humphed as she tried to walk and keep them in. Then the balls began to move, and the sensation was incredible. She had not wanted them in, but when he took them out she groused, and he laughed. Drat him.

Folded towels were spread over the picnic tables so the girls would not get hurt on the wood, and they leaned over and had their hands secured to rings set on the legs.

Emma wondered what sort of picnic tables had rings for bondage, but then all power of thought left her as Eric began her half hour of erotic torment. He opened her labia with one strong hand and licked and sucked her clit into his mouth. Then he proceeded to lick his way up one side of her clit and down the other, never directly over her clit, although she lifted her hips, wriggling and squirming and trying to get his tongue where she wanted it. She was not going to survive a half hour, and if she could have thought, she would have felt sorry for her friend, but she could think of nothing but her own predicament.

“Oh please, oh please, Master Eric,” she begged, and she got a couple of swats on her bottom for her pains and a wicked chuckle.

“Naughty little girls have to pay the price and wait for their pleasure,” he said. He was enjoying this so much, and she was going to kill him.

Alexander said something about seeing what his uncle had in the playroom. He soon came back, and then Eric’s mouth was replaced by a glass dildo that had been in the fridge, and the cold glass fucking her cunt was amazing. The cold at first was extreme and she did not like it at all. She rose on tiptoe, trying in vain to avoid it. She was tethered. There was no escape. She screamed at him to stop. It was too cold, but the bugger just chuckled and kept on fucking her with it. The dildo gradually warmed up as it was pushed in and out, slowly at first then with increasing speed. Emma heard Fiona moan, and that increased her arousal as she herself panted and moaned and tried to squirm away from the cold dildo. Eric held her firmly. He left the dildo inside her and told her not to let it fall out. Then he kissed and licked his way from her bottom, over her back, and up to her neck. She was hot, in spite of the cold dildo, and panting to come, moaning and begging for release although he returned to fuck the dildo in and out and over her G-spot. He brought her close but never let her go over the edge, leaving her panting and moaning. She was going to kill him for this when he let her get up.

“Oh, God, oh, please, Master Eric. Please make me come. I can’t stand any more.”

But still he did not let her come. He kept up the erotic torture for the full half hour, and then he reached around and fondled her pussy. She squirmed and moaned, and he rubbed his large thumb over her clit until at last she felt the tingles in her fingers and toes. A wave of pleasure, the like of which she’d never felt before, swelled and swelled until it swept her away and she screamed his name. She saw him smile as he continued to watch her, and he stimulated her clit, pinching the little pearl between thumb and forefinger until she rode out another deep orgasm. Then he released her and held her against his chest and petted her, rubbing her back in small circles, kissing and nibbling at her neck. He was well aware that she loved the aftercare, and he was always careful to prolong it, and she loved him for it.

She could hardly walk, and she was glad he was there to help her indoors and upstairs to the bathroom. She sat on a stool and watched as, with a smug smile on his face, he ran a bath and shook lavender crystals into the hot water. Then he helped her into the bath and bathed her gently, paying careful attention to her breasts and pussy. When he finished bathing her he helped her out of the bath and dried her off. He took her back downstairs and settled her on the sofa.

“Drink this cup of tea, kitten. You need the fluids,” he said, handing her a steaming cup of tea, with two of her favourite chocolate, digestive biscuits.