For my Master('s) (9 page)

Two

I follow him to one of his bathrooms. It is not the one that is connected to the bedroom we usually play in, but a separate one that is connected to the hallway that leads from the living room to the bedroom we usually play in. I have only been in there once, by myself.

The bathroom is smaller, but just as exquisite as everything that is part of Nathan's world. It doesn't have a bathtub, but a giant shower that can easily accommodate three or four people.

He turns around to me, now portraying his stern dominant expression.

"Why are you still wearing clothes?" He asks. "Get rid of them."

"Yes, Sir." I reply obediently and start getting undressed, placing each item of clothing on a little bench next to the door. Neatly folded, because I know that is how he wants me to do it.

"Good girl," he acknowledges. "I am tired today. You may undress me."

I look up at him, my eyes sparkling with excitement. He never lets me take care of him in any way - except for worshipping his beautiful cock as he demands. This is new, and I want to please him as good as possible. He deserves it.

"Yes, Sir." I whisper and get to it, starting with his jacket. There are hangers on a bar above the bench I placed my clothes on. I use them for his suit and his shirt, careful not to crumple the delicate fabric.

He looks pleased, now standing in front of me only in his black boxer briefs. I slowly go down on my knees in front of him as I pull them down, freeing his already rock hard cock, proving that I am doing a good job. I can't help but smile at the sight of his gorgeous erection.

"You have every right to be proud and happy," he whispers, softly petting my head as I kneel before him. "You did very good."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Now, in the shower with you." He orders. "Let's get clean."

I nod and get back up on my feet as quickly as possible. There is a ridiculous amount of shower heads. Two on the ceiling above us, providing a gentle stream of water that makes it feel as if one was taking a shower in the rain. And two with a shower hose like the kind I am used to.

Nathan follows closely behind me, switching on the two heads above us as soon as we are concealed in the shower cabin. Gentle drops of water rain down on us like a warm embrace.

He points to a white pouf sponge hanging next to me. "Use that to wash off the horrid day I had."

I smile at him as I take the sponge and pour some intense smelling shower gel on it. He is standing close to me, right under one of the rain like shower heads. The water is running down his perfectly edgy face, dripping from his chin down to his well sculptured chest and onwards. He stands tall and unimpressed, appearing as if there was no water, no rain covering his entire body.

His demeanor reminds me of something I have read in one of my literature classes during my undergraduate studies. Oddly enough, he reminds me of the
Hagakure
- the way of the Samurai.

"Do you know the 'lesson of a downpour'?" I ask as I gently start tracing his strong collarbone with the soap soaked sponge.

He looks down at me. Surprised and puzzled. Normally, I am not to speak during our plays, only allowed to ask for permissions and clarifications. But this one - it seems - he wants to hear.

"No," he whispers, hardly audible through the noise of the water raining down on us. "Tell me."

I look up at him. Now that he ordered me to, there is no rule breaking in me telling him something. Yet, I hesitate for a moment, trying to recollect the right words from my memory. It is a quote that has always stuck with me for some reason, and I want to do it justice.

"A man, caught in a sudden rain dashes along the road not to get wet or drenched," I whisper. "But once one takes it for granted that in rain he naturally gets wet, he can be in a tranquil frame of mind even when soaked to the skin."

I look up at him, catching his gaze as I whisper the remaining words. "This lesson applies to everything."

He looks at me, concentrated, deep in thought, trying to make something of the words.

"That sounds like a man who is giving up," he says. "Where is that quote from?"

I shake my head. "The samurai were known for a lot things, but certainly not for being weak and giving up."

"Samurai?" He asks, shaking his head in disbelief.

"It is from the Hagakure, practically the bible of the Samurai. I read parts of it for school once," I explain. "The way you were standing beneath the shower rain, completely unfazed of the water running down on you - it made me think of the strong, unyielding morals of the samurai codex."

He smiles down at me. "Did it now?"

I nod. "You radiate the same strength and dignity. This focus on the things that matter and that can be controlled by you."

He shakes his head again and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

"Things like you?" He asks.

I reply with a coy nod. "You certainly control me, Sir."

"And you matter," he adds.

I shake my head, continuing to soap is slightly tanned skin.

"You are too sweet for your own good." He whispers.

I feel my cheeks blushing as he runs his fingertips down on either side of my belly, gently stroking along my hipbone. I freeze, shivering with anticipation caused by his overly sensitive touch. I know his gentle moments are short lived.

"Keep moving," he hisses. "I am not clean yet."

"Yes, Sir."

I continue to clean his gorgeous body, running along every inch - his buff chest and arms, running down each of his legs, worshipping every inch of this body that I have played with so much, sparing only his still erected length in his center. I have never been allowed to touch him as much as I am now. I want to give it all, show him my best. Show him how much I adore him, everything of him. He deserves it.

But he also likes to be in control. He is the one who decides when I am done – and sadly he decides way too early. He grabs my wrist, removing the sponge from my hand and keeping me in a tight grip.

"I think that’s enough for now, baby girl," he whispers through the shower rain. "Your turn."

Before I can reply anything, he grabs the shower gel and pours a giant amount of it in one of his hands.

"Turn around." He orders.

I obey, turning my back to him. As soon as I do, I can feel his hands on my back, spreading the shower gel in circling motions. Gentle at first, but soon his movements gain speed and become somewhat violent. He slides over my soaped skin and pinches me in random places, making me flinch in surprise and pain.

Soon, he is down on my behind, grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading them apart. I flinch as one of his fingers slides between them, massaging my anus, threatening to force himself inside.

He leans forward, resting his chin on my left shoulder to whisper in my ear. "I will have your ass today, baby girl. I must. You understand?"

I nod, feeling my arousal building up just by his words. "Yes, Sir."

I gasp as he actually pushes his finger inside me, carefully and slowly stretching my ass just a little. It doesn’t hurt, not enough. I instantly know that I want more. He moves his other hand to the front, stroking my mound before he moves down to my clit, softly massaging my most sensitive spot with his finger still inside my ass.

I lean into him, enjoying his skillful hands while the warm water continues to fall down on both of us like a thick summer rain.

"You little slut," he whispers. "You like this, don’t you? Even among all this water I can feel how wet your little cunt is. You want to have your ass fucked, isn’t that right?"

I close my eyes and nod, forcing myself to reply. "Yes, Sir. Very much."

"Don’t worry," he whispers. "It’ll happen."

He withdraws his hands from me and turns me around, pulling me in close for a kiss. I can feel his manner changing with every breath we take during our intense kiss. His tongue forcefully explores the inside of my mouth, hardly leaving me any chance to reciprocate. His hands wander up alongside my arms until he places them on my shoulders. He rests there for a moment before he violently pushes me down, forcing me on my knees in front of him.

His rock hard cock is inside my mouth as soon as I find myself in a kneeling position. I gag as he forces himself in with his entire length, painfully pushing against the back of my throat.

"Good girl," he comments, pausing for a moment while I choke on him. I can’t breathe and try to make him ease up by placing my hands on his knees, trying to push me away and gain a little distance.

But instead of letting go, he increases his force on me and places a hand at the back of my head, pushing me forward.

"I’ll tell you when to stop!" He yells. I whimper and gag, closing my eyes in despair as dizziness starts to take over. I’m going to faint if he doesn’t let me breathe soon.

Just as I think I can’t take it anymore he eases his grip and quickly withdraws himself from me, his strong erection pointing towards my face as I heavily gasp for air. I look up at him, smirking and shaking my head, regaining my strength with every breath of air.

"That wasn’t so hard, was it?" He asks, grinning down at me.

I mirror his expression and shake my head. "No, Sir. A piece of cake."

"Good girl," he says, once again grabbing my hair and leading me towards his cock, only letting the tip of it enter my mouth this time.

"Thank me then," he says and lets go of my hair, leaving me room to worship him as I please.

I smile up at him as I seductively take him between my lips. God, he is so insanely hard. I would much rather feel him somewhere else. But for now I enjoy the rare opportunity to show him what I can do. I praise myself as a good cocksucker, but he hardly ever gives me a chance to prove it.

I take him in, only half of him, closing my lips around him with little pressure as I let my tongue explore his glans. He moans, leaning his head back and clenching his fists. I tightly close my lips around him and start sucking on him, creating a vacuum. The extra pressure drives him nuts, I can tell. I lick along the bottom of his glans, applying more and more pressure with my tongue, concentrating not to lose the vacuum I have created.

"Fuck!" He yells. He grabs my hair once again, but neither to push me away nor to pull me in. His grip tightens as I increase my efforts, greedily tasting every inch of the head of his cock within the tiny but strong vacuum. I am determined to make him come this way and I know I can.

But again, he has other plans. He suddenly yanks my head back, stroking his rock hard cock in front of my face.

"Look at me!" He snaps. "And open your mouth!"

I do as I am bid, leaning back a little, tilting my head back and opening my mouth. Our eyes are fixated on each other. I seductively lick my lips – which drives him over the edge. He climaxes in strong, violent waves, his ejaculate mixing with the warm water that is running down my face. I try to catch some of it with my tongue, eagerly licking it from the corner of my mouth.

He looks down on me, breathing heavily while the last few drops escape his member.

"Clean it off," he orders.

"Yes, Sir," I reply, leaning forward to lick his beautiful – and still hard – cock clean. He gently strokes my hair as I do.

"You little slut," he whispers. "Traversing my plans once again."

I chuckle with his cock in my mouth, fondly licking and sucking on it with relish.

"I wouldn’t laugh if I was you, little one," he warns. "Your punishment is imminent."

Three

He stops the water and helps me back on my feet, ordering me to stay where I am as he gets out of the big shower cabin to fetch us some towels. Instead of handing it over to me, he starts drying my body himself, planting kisses and bites on my skin as he goes.

"You little minx," he says as he wraps me in one of his heavenly soft bath robes.

I smile sheepishly. "I am sorry, Sir. I couldn’t help myself."

"It’s okay," he says. "We’re not done yet."

He puts on a bathrobe himself and takes me by the hand, leading me to the bedroom we usually play in.

"Stay on your feet," he says as he opens the door and we enter the room. Usually, I am to be on my knees and naked as soon as I enter the room, no matter if he is already with me or following shortly after. There have been few occasions where his orders differed from that ritual.

"Yes, Sir." I nod.

"But take off the robe and give to me."

I follow his imperative and hand the robe over to him. He puts it away on a hanger next to the dresser.

"Face the bed," he says as he opens one of the drawers. "And bend over, placing your hands on the food of the bead."

I obey and turn around to do as he pleases. I am calm, but my heart is racing with anticipation. Not knowing what will happen, what he has planned, drives me insane with lust. I can’t wait to find out – and equally fear it a little bit.

I hear him fetch a few items from the drawer without knowing what it might be. He approaches me and places one of his hands on my behind, softly stroking my skin before he grabs my left cheek with a brute grip, pinching into the flesh. I moan – and he continues to do the same on the other side. Suddenly I remember what he has promised before.

"You have been an eager girl today," he whispers in his irresistible Dom voice. "Such a good cocksucker, making me cum when I had no intention to do so. Did you think you would get away with that? Especially today?"

I shake my head. "No, Sir."

"You deserve a little punishment, don’t you think?"

"Yes, Sir. I do."

"I am glad we can agree on that," he says, followed by a sharp pain on my behind as cold leather cuts into my flesh. I gasp in surprise and pain. It’s not the flogger, but rather feels like a small whip or a belt. A single strap of strong, unyielding leather.

My thoughts are silenced with another strike of lightning pain that causes my eyes to tear up. Holy shit, he means business today. I start shivering, lowering my head as I prepare for the next blow. It is not one but two, following very close to each other and – luckily – hitting slightly different areas of my behind. I yelp as another one hits my already sore skin, and another one. I start panting heavily, trying to cope with the pain as he hardly leaves me any moments in between the hits to recover. Fuck, it hurts. He has never spanked me this hard before and never have the strokes come within such a close proximity.

I am gasping for air, breaking a little sweat as my body fights the pain he inflicts on me, when he finally takes a break. I can hear him breathing just as hard. This is getting him off, bringing him pleasure and release in a way only very few people would understand.

"Baby girl," he whispers. "You are doing good, so good."

"Thank you, Sir," I reply with a stifled voice, trying to hold back the tears. I feel the urge to cry, but I don’t want to, not yet. I want more. I know I can handle more. I need this just as much as him.

But instead of another blow, I can feel his hand between my legs, not wasting any time but moving towards my trembling center without hesitation. He slid between my wet folds and hums in approval.

"Good girl. Very good girl," he whispers.

I moan as he lets one finger slip inside me while his thumb massages my wet clit. I am insanely wet, astonished and slightly ashamed about it. My body instinctively leans into him, welcoming his skillful touch and asking for more. And he would give it to me – just not in the way I am expecting.

He withdraws his hand from my center and moves back, wandering upwards. Using my own juices as lubricant he now lets his finger slide inside my ass. Carefully and slowly, just as he had in the shower before.

"You know," he whispers, leaning close to my ear. "I have a little present for you, baby girl."

My reply is a simple moan as my brain is overrun with arousal.
Do whatever you want to me, but do it now.

He removes his finger and I accompany the withdrawal with a disappointed moan. Just seconds later I feel something cold between my ass cheeks. A hick, cold liquid. Lube, I assume. He smears it around my anus, gently massaging it and once again letting one his fingers enter. Then two. I groan in pleasure as he stretches my ass with two his fingers, fucking me like he never has before.

And then they are gone – quickly replaced by something else. Again I feel something cold pressing against my anus. Hard and cold. Steel, maybe? I don’t have to look or to ask to know that it is a butt plug. It is bigger than the two fingers he has used before, painfully stretching me as he slowly, very slowly forces the plug inside. I moan and tilt my head back, welcoming the sweet pain that quickly resolves into pleasure.

"Good girl," he compliments me as I have taken the plug inside me with its entire size. It fits perfectly, my muscles clenching around the heavy steel. It feels so fucking good. I cannot believe on how much fun I have missed out in my life, because I have always been a bit anxious about anal play. I never want to miss it again.

"Get on all fours, on the floor, facing me," he orders.

I do, my body trembling with lust as I place myself before him like an obedient puppy, hollowing my back, sticking my ass with the plug up in the air like a bitch in heat. I look up at him with pleading eyes.

He smiles down at me. "Good girl."

He is still wearing his bath robe and produces something out of one of the pockets. Going down on his knees he holds it up in front of my face. It is a collar – with a short leash already attached to it. We have never used one before. I smile at the sight of it.

"You deserve this, don’t you think baby girl?" He asks.

I nod and smile at him. "Yes, Sir."

He closes the collar around my neck. "I don’t use collars often. But I thought that it would look good on you."

Hold in the end of the leash in his hand he straightens up and examines his work. He begins to slowly walk backwards, not taking his eyes off me while he leads me across the bed. I am dripping wet, feeling the plug inside me with every move. It drives me crazy, increasing my arousal with every breath I take.

"Up!" He orders, looking at the bed. "On all fours. Face the head board."

I climb up on the silver sheets and position myself as he asked me to. He fastens the leash around one of the black bars of the head of the bed, leaving me very little leeway to move around.

"Head down," he snaps. I bow down, burying my head on the silky sheet. The leash is fastened short, just long enough for me to rest my head on the mattress without getting choked.

"Stick your ass up," he says.

I arch my back and follow his command.

"More!" He snaps, pinching the inside of my left thigh. "And spread your legs. I want to see that plug – and your clit, beautiful."

I try my best to please him, arching my back as far as possible and spreading my legs as good as I can, presenting my stuffed ass and my dripping center.

"Good girl," he comments. "You are so beautiful. So slick and wet for your master. I don’t even have to touch you to know it. You are glistening with wetness, you kinky little slut."

Something is touching me between the legs, but it is not his hand. He is draping the little leather strap along my wetness. I flinch as he lets it slide along my center, tickling and teasing my clit. Anticipation and arousal team up to a toxic mix, making me shiver in fright and lust. I know what is coming and I crave it and fear it at the same time.

What I did not anticipate is the different angle he put me in. I am bent lower, exposing my clit a lot more than I did before. The first blow strikes me the fiery pain, causing me to shriek.

"That’s right," he hisses, going for another blow. I gasp as the leather cuts into my center. He is aiming for my folds – and the pain is so different, so much stronger than it was on my butt. Two more blows follow close to each other, making me gasp for air. But I don’t scream. I don’t cry. Not yet. He gives me a break, sort of. The next few blows are a bit lighter, following close to each other, and aiming for my sore butt cheeks instead of my overly sensitive center.

I can hear him breathing behind me. He needs it. He needs release. And I can give it to him by letting me break me. The thought of this is oddly pleasing. Yet, he is holding back. I arch my back a little more, sticking my butt out as far as possible.

"Please," I whisper. "More."

"You want more?" He breathes. "More, you little whore?"

"Yes, Sir. Please."

A blow, sharp as a lightning bolt cuts into my flesh. I yelp and flinch.

"More!" I scream.

And he hears me, unleashing all the fury that has built up during the day. The leather strap comes down on my skin in loud cries of pain, torturing my skin like he never has before. Tears start running down my face, my wet hair sticking to my blushed cheeks as I raise my head during one especially intense blow. There is a last one, tormenting my sensitive clit before he throws the strap away and moves closer, forcing his rock hard member inside me with one deep push.

He fucks me like a brute, merciless. Taking what he needs and what only I can give him. His pelvis his pushing against my tortured skin with every thrust, reminding me of the pain I endured. And he feels huge, his girth even more impressive than usual, due to the plug stretching my ass and tightening my insides in the process. I have never been this full, in an ongoing state of arousal that feels so close to climax. It is driving me out of my mind.

And then he pauses. He grabs the plug and gently circles it inside me.

"Oh, not again, baby girl," he whispers as he slowly removes the plug from my ass, accompanied by me moaning helplessly. "You are not robbing me of my plan again. I said I will have your ass tonight, and so I will."

"Yes, Sir," I breathe, incapable of saying anything else. I can feel the tip of his cock pressing against my ass. He teases me with it, drawing little circles and massaging my anus.

"Ask for it." He orders. "Beg."

I sigh – and receive a slap on my tortured ass.

"Beg!" He snaps.

"Please, Sir," I humbly whisper. "Please fuck my ass."

"What? I can’t hear you," he insists. "Louder!"

"Please, Sir," I repeat, trying to raise my voice. "Please fuck my ass. I want you to, I need you to!"

"Good girl," he comments as he forces himself inside me without hesitating. I groan in pain and lust. It hurt, it hurt a lot more than his fingers or the plug. He is a lot bigger, stretching my twice as much with his hard girth. He moves slowly, but without taking a break, giving me hardly any time to get accustomed to his size.

"Sto-"

"No!" He interrupts, forcing himself in deeper. "You want this, baby girl. And you’ll get it."

He fills me with his entire length and I yelp and pant, feeling my insides jump with lust. What a confused body, to get off on such pain. What is wrong with me.

He starts to move back and forth in very slow and careful motions. And with every thrust, the pain subsides and is replaced by sheer pleasure. God, it feels good. Intense, strong – still with a taste of pain, but nowhere near as painful as it was in the beginning.

I can feel his hands on my sore skin. He gently stretches my cheeks apart as he continues to fuck me with deep and strong pushes.

"Touch yourself," he orders. "I want you to come while I fill your tight little ass."

I reach back beneath my legs and carefully touch my clit. As I expected, even my own touch feels like an explosion of sensation. I am so insanely aroused. My orgasm is rolling closer with every push he forces on me.

"I can’t… for long," I pant helplessly.

"You don’t have to – come!" He yells at me.

The first waves of my orgasm roll over me as soon as he finishes his command. I come, shaken by brutal spasms and crying out loud as my tormented body finds it release. And he follows closely behind me, filling my ass as my muscles clench around him. I rise up, tilting my head back while cries of pleasure escape my mouth - and fall back down, collapsing in dizzy state of fulfillment. It is a long and intense orgasm for both of us, and I relish the feeling of such an intense climax with him inside me, stretching me with his considerable size.

He withdraws as soon as my orgasm has died down, quickly untying the leash from the bar at the head of the bed.

"Turn around," he whispers, his voice now soft and caring.

I obey and quickly fall on my back, grimacing as my tortured skin hits the sheet and weeps in numb but fiery pain. He smiles and lies down next to me, pulling me in his arms and whispering:

"You are the best."