Master Me (9 page)

“I need the cards to tell me why the hell my sub is thinking of leaving.”

“I told you…”

He glowered down at her, his arms over his wide chest. “In this dungeon, you will always refer to me as Master. Do you understand?”

She nodded and he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Yes, Master,” she mumbled. It felt weird to call him that, yet right about now she’d do just about anything to get him to fuck her right into the table. Besides, there was no denying the way her body reacted every time she said it. From his position between her 64

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knees, Max could probably see what his domination did to her. Her folds probably glistened with it. She felt wet enough.

“We’ll work on that.” His fingers trailed down the inside of her thigh from her knee. He traced the crease between her leg and pussy, the touch light enough to tickle and make her squirm. Just as lightly, he drew his finger along the crease of her ass.

“Ana?”

Her eyes closed as she took deep breaths. “Yes, Master?”

“Has anyone ever fucked you here?”

She shook her head, unable to answer. Reflexively her butt cheeks squeezed together. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be as traumatic as when she’d lost her other virginity.

Talk about bad sex. It hurt and he was a jerk and she’d cried.

Max wasn’t a jerk though.

“This we haven’t ever discussed. Are you willing to experiment? There might be a little pain.” He drew his knuckles over her compressed muscles. “I promise it will be okay.”

“Okay,” she answered in a small voice. She wasn’t so sure about this anymore. She was tied tightly to a table and unable to get away. Maybe letting him mess with her ass wasn’t the wisest decision.

He smiled before she voiced her reservations. “I’ll be right back. Stay put.”

“Ha. Ha.” She rolled her eyes, knowing he was joking to put her at ease. Then remembering his earlier order, added a halfhearted “Master”.

“Keep saying it like that and I’ll get a complex,” he said from across the room where she could see him loading items into a caddy. It seemed like an awful lot of things for the simple act he’d questioned. Didn’t he just need lube?

Returning, he set the caddy on a short stool beside the table. Rather than moving between her legs he stood beside her. Carefully, he lifted her hips and placed a folded towel beneath them. “Relax, angel,” he whispered. “I’ll always take care of you.”

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He kissed her parted lips, drawing all her attention to his tongue sliding over hers.

She moaned, tilting her head to receive him more fully.

She wasn’t distracted enough that she didn’t notice his slippery finger worming its way along her ass. It disappeared then returned a moment later, even slicker. Slowly, he worked it around her anus. Her breath choked into his mouth as he pressed, gradually sinking the digit deep inside her. Oh, sweet heaven. After her body adjusted, he pulled it almost free and added a second finger, taking his time with the whole process.

His mouth never left hers except to whisper earthy encouragement, his eyes dark with passion as they stared down at her.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he stretched the tiny passage.

“Yes…Master,” she answered, the last coming on a sigh as tendrils of pleasure began to override the slight pinch that had heralded the invasion. She never would have imagined…

She protested when his fingers disappeared.

“Hang on, angel. Hang on.”

A hard tip pressed to her anus. Immediately, she tensed, trying to lift away from it.

It followed.

“Stay still. Relax,” he murmured, slowly pushing it against her virgin opening.

“Remember. Feels good. You can do this.”

“What is it?” she gasped as it stretched her.

“It’s a plug. A small one. Just relax.”

She felt what seemed to be a slight pop and suddenly she could breathe again. Max brushed his lips over hers. “Good girl. I’m proud of you, angel. I know that wasn’t easy.”

She stared up at him, blinking back tears. She wanted to leave this? How could she leave him? He was right. What was between them couldn’t be replaced. But it was a done deal. She couldn’t back out now.

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Max molded her breasts, bringing her back to the moment at hand and his command over her body. Her anal muscles contracted around the plug as he tugged at her nipples.

She cried out sharply as pain shot across first one breast then the other. Craning her neck, she saw two clamps holding her nipples, tiny ornaments dangling from them. She glared at him.

Fisting her fingers, she dropped her head back on the table. She could do this. She’d take whatever he doled out. She’d punch him as soon as she was free.

Maybe it was her resolution to get even or maybe it was the sweet calm falling over her but the pain started to recede, becoming pleasure that stole her breath. A heightened sense of well-being swamped her and dulled her senses. At the same time, every touch sent tremors cascading through her.

Distantly, she heard a buzzing noise. That cleared her mind slightly as she saw Max lifting a vibrator toward her vagina. Good lord, he hadn’t been joking about the whole nine yards. She bucked as he strapped it against her, placing the device against her clit and leaving her sheath empty and needy. She moaned twisting against the vibrations and the pleasure spiking down her thighs. The more she fought the more her body reacted, winding toward her release.

“You have the prettiest navel,” Max said, taking her by surprise while her body contorted. “I think you need a tattoo. A pretty one. Just as lovely as your belly button.”

“What? No, Max.”

He stood between her legs, a handful of markers in his hand. Pressing an arm over her navel, he opened one pen. “You need to stay still,” he instructed as the tip traveled across her skin. “These are permanent markers. You don’t want to be walking around for days with ugly squiggles across your belly.”

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rolling from her. And the sensation of his arm holding her down was fulfilling fantasies she’d been afraid to acknowledge.

Her belly quivered against the sensation of Max’s markers flying across her skin.

He didn’t seem to mind. “You know each of the Cress men have tattoos,” he said conversationally, while her brain screamed for release and tried to comprehend what the hell that had to do with the price of tea in China.

“Yes?” she gasped. Sweat coated her body, her muscles twitching.

“When we turn eighteen we go to see my uncle and he does them.”

Right, right, right already. She’d seen them. They were beautiful scrolling symbols that Max had told her he’d one day explain. He wanted to explain
now
? When she was fighting an explosion with all she had.

“The one around my navel says to control myself during any situation involving my sub. I have to remember to keep control no matter how angry you make me, how hot you make me, how hungry I am for you.” He changed markers. “It’s very important. I would never want to accidentally harm you. It’s essential since we don’t use the safe word in my family.”

“Master,” she begged. “I can’t stay still any longer. Please.”

“Fight it, Ana. Listen to my voice. Try to separate yourself from it.”

He was insane. There was no question.

“My other tattoo,” he went on as he drew, “is my charge. It names me as keeper of the temple, owner of the treasure and protector of the spirit.”

She lurched but he lifted the tip in time. He capped the pen, tossing it into the basket beside him. Holding both her legs, he blew on her belly.

He climbed on to the table, balancing between her legs. His hands came down beside her shoulders. “Do you know what that means?”

She shook her head, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t…she couldn’t…take… She had to…

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He kissed her. “It’s about you. Protecting your spirit. Keeping your temple. You are my treasure.”

He reached down to stroke over her folds, sinking his fingers inside her convulsing pussy.

Too much
. Her torso twisted, ecstasy clamping over her. Her vision blurred as she screamed. Wave after wave cascaded through her. Agony accompanied it, as Max removed the nipple clamps. It twined with the pleasure, becoming one with it until she couldn’t separate it from the delight clawing through her.

Max knelt back, holding her knees and watching Ana undulate on the table. He wanted to be inside her, feeling her body clench around him while she screamed.

Carefully, he removed the vibrator and dropped it to the side with the clamps he’d already taken off.

Pressing his hand over the delicate vines he’d drawn around her navel, he felt the contractions racking through her. They sank through him and squeezed his painfully aroused cock.

Finally, Ana fell back against the wood. Her fingers flexed as she took ragged breaths, her belly rolling as tremors continued below her glistening flesh. Her legs flopped to the side when he released the restraints. Crawling over her, he unfastened her wrists.

She didn’t move.

“Ana?”

“Mmph,” she mumbled. Leaving the table, he circled to the side and carefully lifted her into his arms. She was the most precious person in his life. She was his treasure whether she wanted to be or not.

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“Wake up, angel. We’re not through yet,” he murmured. He studied her pale face, marveling at its delicate features. Her sooty eyelashes stood in stark contrast against her skin. He wanted to taste every inch of it until it pinked again with her arousal.

Placing her on a heavily padded mat near the windows, he braced himself over her as she stirred and was immediately surrounded by the adoration and content satisfaction in her bright blue eyes. “Wow,” she whispered.

He toyed with the collar around her neck. His collar. Because she was his. He could give her anything she ever wanted, yet she was leaving. Pain tore through his chest and he reminded himself not to demand she stay with him. In the end it would have to be her choice, regardless of what he wanted.

“I’m going to fuck you until you scream again,” he whispered in her ear. “I left in the plug. It’s gonna feel like there are two men in you, angel.” Reaching between them, he switched on the vibrating plug and watched her face contort as the sensations took her over-aroused body.

“No,” she moaned. Her lips parted and her eyes closed as she gave herself up to it.

He watched her carefully, gauging every reaction. It was rule he’d grown up with.

Don’t use a safe word, always monitor your sub’s status. A good Dom was always in charge—of himself and his slave—and he always recognized his sub’s state of mind, recognizing acceptance or stress.

Right now, Ana was in overwhelming bliss. Standing, he unfastened his pants and let them fall. Quickly he went to the toolbox he’d left by the table and retrieved two last items. Protection and a box.

He knelt over her and rolled on the ridged condom he’d selected. His cock prodded her dripping folds, tempting him to plunge inside her molten pussy. Inside her he could lose himself and pretend she’d always be in his arms. He clutched the box in his hand.

“Ana, I want my reading now. I want to know the future.”

She stared at him. Her lips formed the word “what” although no sound emerged.

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He opened the small card box in his hand, his mind more on his cock bobbing at her entrance than on the stack of cards in his hand. Leaning between her legs, he let his tip slide slightly inside her as he shuffled the cards on her belly.

“Like this, right?” he asked, following the procedure they’d used for all the traditional readings she’d given him over the years.

“Max, I don’t know—”

He cut off her words with a kiss.

“Angel, I need to know now.”

He cut the cards in three piles that ran from her belly to her breasts. Her accelerated breathing almost knocked the cards right onto the floor. Carefully he gathered stacks into one pile again and dealt out the top three cards facedown across her flat belly. “Are you ready, Ana?” he asked.

She nodded.

He plunged his cock into her deep and hard, bellowing as he possessed her and her tissues clamped around him. Inside her. So perfect. The vibrations from the plug assaulted his balls as they slapped against the end. His body screamed for him to take her as hard and fast as he could, nevertheless he started a slow, measured pace.

Balancing on one arm, he reached for the first card. He dragged the edge over her belly then scraped it across her nipple, drawing a harsh gasp.

“Tell me my future, Ana. What’s this card mean?”

She stared at it, her eyes barely focused. “An introduction to something new.” She panted hard as if speaking was outside her range of ability right now. He pushed her matted hair from her face.

He tossed the card aside. “Something new? I think we might be doing that right now. Everything is new, isn’t it, angel.”

Making love to her would never grow old.

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“Yes.” She drew up her knees and he sank deeper into her honeyed recesses. His cock throbbed as his release threatened. He grabbed up the next card before he lost his control. He traced it across her lips before he leaned in and kissed her.

He was losing it quickly. His groin knotted as he fought his release.

“And this one,” he grunted, holding up the card so she could see it. “What’s this one?”

She squinted at it, then her eyes squeezed closed and her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she struggled to come up with the meaning. He scraped the card over her other nipple.

Her hands gripped his hips, her nails digging into him. Her passion drove him, nearly erasing his goal.

“It…signifies a change,” she gasped finally. “Moving to a new position.”