Master of Pleasure (4 page)

* * *

His next command sent a veritable thrill up
and down her spine. He quietly asked her to go on her hands and
knees, her bottom facing him. She complied with silent, trembling
expectation. He placed his hand on her ass cheeks, stroking
tenderly.

“How deliciously plump,” he crooned.
“Certainly more than perfect…for this.” She didn’t expect what he
did next, and it made her almost scoot off the floor.

It hadn’t hurt that much, but it had been so
unexpected, him spanking her ass like that. His hand had landed
with a flat, hot thud, which vibrated through her skin.

“Was that nice, Zara?” he asked quietly when
she made no sound. “Did that feel good?”

She blinked, thinking in surprise that
actually, it had. “Yes, Sir. It did feel good.”

“Hmm; that’s not quite right. I meant to
punish, not please,” he mused, right before he spanked her again.
The impact was harder, louder. She gasped, her rear smarting from
the sharp yet erotic pain of Chase’s large hand connecting with her
cheeks. She felt them wobble and throb, and she glanced back with
stinging eyes.

“Now, that surely must have hit the mark,” he
said with satisfaction, seeing the discomfort on her face. And yet,
he showed her just how much her body was liking this turn of
events, by slipping his fingers past her pussy lips, parting them
to unveil the juicy moistness within. “Ah, it hit the mark indeed,”
he commented as he withdrew his fingers once again.

Zara flinched, expecting another whap, but
no, his palms were merely lowering to massage her aching skin. She
sighed at the soothing caress, only to cry out loud when, without
warning, he surged into her pussy from behind in one hard, deep
thrust.

“Tight, wet, and hot…the perfect mix,” she
heard him murmur thickly, even as her pussy seemed to scream at the
unexpected invasion. Her arms could barely support her as he rammed
into her again, and again, almost causing her to shoot forward at
the collision. There was no way to describe the way her insides
were feeling as Chase rocked into her, stretching her walls around
him. Her head was swimming with the mixed messages of pleasure and
pain, her pussy growing wetter and wetter like it couldn’t care
less which was which…

His fast, steady rhythm rocked her from the
inside out. First, his hands gripped her generous hips as he pushed
in and out of her, and then they slid upwards to cup her breasts.
He leaned forward and held the swaying globes in his hands. She
loved how he squeezed on them as he fucked her, mixing up the
sensations. His palms rolled over her nipples, grazing them
roughly. The next minute, he grabbed the aching nubs between his
thumb and forefinger, and began to tweak them mercilessly.

She bit on her lower lip with bliss at his
touch, even when the tweaking got harder and it felt like he was
pinching on her tender nubs. The thrill of having them both so
terribly teased was enough to bring a sob to her throat. He pulled
on them, hard, and then pinched on them again and again.

Coupled with the continuous stroking of his
cock inside her, it was all almost too much to bear at once. She
tried not to think of the sensitivity mounting in her breasts and
nipples, wanting to concentrate more on the pleasure of having his
hands on her body. She loved it when he fondled her with such
strong, almost forceful caresses. And if it pained, it didn’t
matter. With every passing minute, her threshold for discomfort
seemed to widen and lift. So long as that thick, hot cock kept
fucking her, she could take just about everything.

* * *

Her pussy walls spasmed uncontrollably, and
in reaction, so did her sphincter. It was her body’s way of coping
with the meaty intrusion of Chase’s thick-ridged shaft. Her sense
of pain and pleasure mingled and roiled, and she was quivering all
over. Suddenly, he released her breasts, straightening as he never
broke his pace but kept driving into her while now rubbing her ass
cheeks with both hands.

To make the penetration feel even more
intense, she then felt him begin to stroke the rosebud between her
ass cheeks. She could actually feel it winking every time he rocked
in and out of her pussy. Then, without warning, he stuck his thumb
into the tight pucker.

The sensation was electric. Now both her
holes were vibrating at the same time; her vagina around his cock,
and then her sphincter around his piercing thumb. Zara had never
had anyone’s finger up her ass. Why the hell did it feel so damn
good? And then she remembered she’d read somewhere that there were
several more nerve endings there. She closed her eyes and moaned
out loud, her whole brain zoning in on the pleasures he was making
her experience all at the same time.

He was barely making a sound, but when she
listened carefully, she could hear the raspy edge of his breathing.
Was he enjoying this hot, hard fuck as much as she was? Because she
was on fire, her whole body vibrating every time he stroked in and
out of her. He never took his thumb out of her ass, but eased in
deeper and deeper, past the knuckle. He teased and massaged deep
within, making her gasp like she was running a marathon.

“Your ass is as tight and juicy as the rest
of you, Zara,” he growled, speaking for the first time in minutes.
Hearing his voice helped slice through the haze of bliss she was
in, and she tried to focus on that instead of the build-up of lust
that rose with every hard, deep thrust of his masterful cock.

Hearing him talk about her ass that way was
making her pussy drip even more copiously. She was now so wet, his
thick, long shaft was able to drive in faster and easier, and yet
still, it pained. No matter how slick she was, it didn’t do much to
alleviate the discomfort of being so tremendously stuffed with his
ever-growing cock. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any
bigger, his girth seemed to expand, as he grew harder, even more
aroused.

She knew that if she could at least get to
stroke her clit, or even rub on her mound, then the burning sting
of his relentless penetration would stop. But she daren’t touch
herself, not just for fear of what the punishment would be, but
also from the reluctance to disappoint him in anyway. She wanted
this to be as perfect for him as it was for her. She was already
thinking about how she’d want this to happen again and again – so
she wanted to do all she could to make that a certainty.

Chase’s pace increased, and she gritted her
teeth. It felt like being torn in half by cock. The unheeding
thrusts blurred into each other, drawing gasps from her even as she
heard him grunt. She wanted to beg, cry out for him to stop, or at
least, slow down. And yet, something stopped her. It was the
pleasure. The ecstasy of wanting to be pounded hard and deep by
something almost monstrous. It was rough, wild, and laced with
pain.

She loved it. He knew she loved it, and so he
slammed even harder.

She didn’t even have the presence of mind to
protest when she felt him take a handful of her hair and twisted it
round his wrist. It didn’t start to hurt till he tugged hard on it,
causing her hair to snag at the roots. Unable to help it, she
snapped her head back to ease the tingling, and yet still he
pulled.

Now she had no choice but to arch her spine
in a bid to ease the sting rising in her scalp. She was bent almost
in half, and felt him lean closer so that his lips were close to
her cheek. His hot breath fanned her skin, and she shuddered having
him so close, hearing him whisper in her ear how supple she was. He
told her he was going to be fucking her all night, that he was
going to make her his sweet little plaything – and that she was
going to love every second of it. She could only moan and sob in
agreement.

In this position, with her body twisted up
and back, it felt like he was able to slam even deeper into her.
Was that her cervix he was prodding mercilessly now? She couldn’t
tell, couldn’t distinguish between that and the pain from having
her hair being used as handle bars, dragging her backwards. Not
forgetting of course the sensation of his thumb still stuck deep in
her unused rim hole. Certainly, there was that heedless cock sawing
her right through the middle, his hips angled so that he could
shaft into her most sensitive, hard-to-reach spots. It was a sweet,
erotic pain altogether, and she couldn’t imagine any of it ending,
or easing up. If he stopped now, it would possibly kill her.

On reflex, her hand was smoothing down her
belly, almost reaching her navel. Her one thought was to ease the
raw bite of pleasure-pain causing her inner walls to feel like they
were being stretched beyond limits. It felt like a whole tree trunk
was being pounded into her. Just a flick with her thumb, she knew,
would lighten the sweet tension…

The next thing she knew, she heard a sharp
“Thwack!”

He’d spanked her! She went rigid, her daze
clearing suddenly in response to the hard, aching throb on the
surface of her ass.

“I told you, no touching yourself,” he
growled, and smacked her twice more for good measure. Her body
jerked in reaction, her now stinging bottom joining in with all
other physical sensations. The whip of his large, powerful hands
laying flat on her delicate skin had brought a new mix of hot
anguish to the torment she already suffered.

And yet even in the suffering was the
insurmountable bliss that could not be denied any longer. Her
panting and gasping had now taken a singsong tone, rising faster
and faster as she felt her orgasm boil to immense proportions. She
was there, almost. The room was already beginning to dim around
her.

She had started to buck and push back in time
with his deep shafting, and soon she’d picked up his rhythm. Her
spine ached from being bent so steeply, and her knees tingled from
being on the ground so long. She was certain he’d been pounding her
pussy for more than half an hour, non-stop. His level of
self-control was amazing.

The combined delights of his meaty cock
inside her pussy, in addition to his balls and hips slapping loudly
against her lower moans, was enough to send her into orbit. This
was her chance: she was going to explode on his cock and give in
finally to all the heights of pleasure to which he had brought her
so far. Now, it was time - and she knew without a doubt that it
would be volcanic…

* * *

“Oh!” she cried out in shock, when just then,
he chose exactly that moment to pull his pulsating cock out of her
quivering core. The instant, resulting bereft feeling she got was
enough to make her want to shed tears.

“You’re not going to be allowed to come,
baby. Not yet,” he told her, his voice gruff.

Now, she
did
cry. Tears spilled
heavily from her eyes. She could feel her now empty pussy vibrating
convulsively on itself, her whole lower body feeling like it had
been put through a grinder. Not again! Earlier, he’d brought her to
the brink with his tongue on her breasts, while his fingers
ravished her pussy. She’d been so close then, too.
And now
this
. She felt the rush subside, felt the sensation of release
ebb back into a throbbing, echoing reminder.

But the next moment, she almost wept with
delight. It wasn’t over. He was turning her on her back, making her
lie on the ground as he pushed her knees wide apart, and then
surged into her once more.

She gasped, her whole frame jolted by the
direct impact. For some reason, his thrust seemed to have driven
even deeper than any others previously had. She couldn’t believed
that was possible, but it had to be, considering how her very
ribcage seemed to feel the brunt of his cock.

“Look at me, Zara. I want to see you eyes
while I’m buried deep inside you,” he ordered, and her shut lids
snapped open. She stared helplessly into his face, her lips parting
as she drew in as much air as she could. He had her all in the open
now; her knees pulled back so that they pressed on her breasts and
almost touched her chin. It was a good thing she was flexible,
though that didn’t do much to ease that ever-present jolt of having
such a big cock ramming deep inside her.

“I’m so going to love fucking you whenever I
can, Zara,” he informed her softly, merciless in his jabbing as his
hips thrust with power and force. She moaned, her whole body
trembling as she tensed for each inward pound, and sighed with
every pull back.

“And, since your body is so well designed for
my pleasure,” he grunted, “I’m going to use if for just that. My
pleasure. Anywhere - and anytime I want you, you’re going to submit
to me. Only me. Is that right?”

“Yes, Sir. Oh,
yes
.”

“And you’re going to like it, aren’t you?
You’re going to love every minute.”

“Yes, Sir, a hundred times yes,” she replied
breathlessly, leaning up on her elbows for support as his whaled
her with that rod-like shaft. He was splintering her insides so
strongly that she wasn’t sure when the pain ended and the pleasure
began. It was all a blur.

He let go of her knees, spreading them wider
so he could lean over her with his hands braced on either side of
her head. His eyes were boring down deep into hers as he fucked her
deliberately, powerfully. She gazed up at him with utter
submission, her fingers digging into his firm ass, which flexed
beneath her palms as he ground into her.

This was pleasure like she’d never known. And
it scared her because she knew that after tonight, she might never
get enough of it. It was exactly like he’d said: she would love
being taken this way, over and over again. By only him. She’d want
this hard, rough sex, this feral coupling. Nothing else would ever
be enough.

* * *

He was plunging with a buffeting rhythm, and
it was making her mindless. She was so afraid now that she could
come suddenly, before he could stop her – before she could stop
herself.