Masters 01 Master of the Mountain (13 page)

“Oh yes.” He ran his finger across her lips. “You're not here very long, sugar. Might as well give you a good grounding in the lifestyle. Choose.”

She swallowed. She absolutely didn't want her hands restrained. To be gagged? No. “Clamps,” she whispered.

“Good choice.” He snagged his bag and pulled it closer, then removed a small box, taking out what looked like miniature clothespins. He held one up. Black rubber coated the ends. A tiny screw poked out of the hinge. “Since you're new, I'll forgo jewelry or weights. This time.”

He leaned forward and sucked on one breast until the nipple jutted up. Then he attached the clamp, turning the screw until the clothespin pinched her nipple unbearably. She gritted her teeth, but he decreased the tension, leaving only an intense ache that somehow increased the throbbing in her pussy. He did the other one, and she stifled a whine.

Pain, and yet an unbearable arousal like she'd never felt before. God, she needed him inside her.

His hair, thick and tousled, fell over his forehead, touched his nape. His shoulders gleamed in the firelight, and she wanted to touch him so badly, her arms quivered with it. He smiled slightly. Gripping her forearms, he leaned forward on her, his weight and strength pressing her deeper into the wedge.

She couldn't move…anything. Her deep inhalation pressed her breasts against his chest, and the abrasion of his hair against her overly sensitive nipples made her hiss.

“We were discussing dominance and submission.” His hands tightened on her arms, just to the edge of pain, and a thrill shook through her. “Your body is mine right now, under my control. Available for my pleasure.” Propping himself up with one hand, he stroked down her body with the other, then pressed his palm firmly against her pussy and her throbbing clit.

She bit back a moan, unable to look away from his flinty eyes. “This is the most elementary of lessons, and the toughest one.” One finger pressed into her, illustrating what he meant. He could do anything he wanted, and she could only lie there and shake.

He withdrew his finger. A second later, he slid the head of his cock through her wetness and then began to slowly push into her.

She was too tight, and her vagina tried to resist his size as his cock pressed farther. She panted, caught between the excruciating pleasure and pain. Her fingernails bit into his biceps as she tried not to panic. His eyes fixed on hers, he inexorably filled her until she felt as if she'd burst. When he finally stopped, deep inside her, she couldn't move. Her insides quaked around him with the shock of his intrusion.

She felt so vulnerable. So invaded, both by his cock and his intense eyes, which seemed to see right to her very heart.

Propping himself up with a forearm, he cradled her head. “Easy, little one,” he murmured. “Take a breath.” His thumb caressed her cheekbone.

His gentleness brought tears to her eyes, and she closed them so he wouldn't see.

He kissed her, his lips coaxing a response, velvety soft, until she opened and let him in farther. As his mouth moved warmly over hers, her body relaxed, bit by bit, the overwhelming fullness easing into pleasure.

“There we go.” He nipped her lip; the tiny shock made her vagina clench. And that felt so good. His hand left her face to fondle her breast. When his finger rubbed over the nipple, jarring the clamp, pain then pleasure sizzled to the whole area he'd breached. “You feel so good, sweetheart, you're threatening my control.”

His words helped. His callused hand grazed her breast, her side, her hip, nothing he hadn't done before, yet the act irrevocably changed by his presence within her and each sensation heightened to a consummate peak. “Look at me now,” he said in a deep voice.

She lifted her heavy lids to meet his gaze. His face was shadowy in the firelight, his jaw tight. He moved within her, the feeling indescribable, shaking her foundations with intense pleasure. He eased out, and her insides drew together to fill the emptiness before he surged back in like the rush of the tide onto the beach, unstoppable. Her breath caught, and her grip tightened on him as if he could keep her from being swept away.

Watching her closely, he increased his pace, and her body stretched to accommodate him until each thrust brought only pleasure and the slow buildup of need.

He smiled, and the curve of his mouth changed his expression from dangerous to devastating. “Put your hands behind your head, sugar.”

But…
She blinked, realizing she'd grabbed him when he first entered her, and he hadn't made her stop.

His eyes crinkled. “You looked like you needed something to hold on to. But put them back now.”

She did, lacing her fingers together, the position making her intensely aware of her vulnerable state and how he held all the power.

He rubbed his rough cheek against hers. “Next time your hands will be tied down,” he whispered in her ear. “And maybe I'll tie your legs even farther apart and tease you until you scream.”

Her vagina clamped around his cock, and he chuckled. “For now, keep your hands there. The next lapse, I will punish with something to redden that pretty ass of yours.” His hand swept down and curled under one buttock, squeezing to illustrate his point.

She could feel the way her body responded, and she wanted to run away and hide. He talked about spanking her, and the thought made her wet.

“Ah, that confused look again.” He nibbled on her lower lip. “We'll talk later. For now, your only thought is to keep your hands laced together. Is that clear?”

She nodded, tightening her fingers, winning a smile.

Then he moved, and she realized how very careful he'd been. Out and in, the driving rhythm sending shudders of need and shock through her body. Each thrust pressed him against her engorged clit, each touch reverberating through her until her vagina tightened around him and she began to wind tighter and tighter. As the pressure built, her hips tilted, trying to get more, trying to change his movements to hit her clit harder.

With a low laugh, he put his hand between them, sliding in the wetness there, then over and around her clit, keeping his touch firm. His fingers were so slick and—

“Don't move, sub,” he growled, and she froze, her hands half out from under her head. She couldn't seem to move them back, though, as he touched her, over and over. His cock hammered her. He wouldn't let her move, and she whimpered uncontrollably as his fingers slid over her, and her insides coiled tighter and tighter.

Suddenly the room sheeted white, and she exploded around him. Spasms of intense pleasure shot from her core outward until even her fingers trembled.

He didn't stop. A husky groan broke from him as he increased the speed. A gentle pinch of her clit shocked overstimulated nerve endings. Her back arched up when another climax ripped through her.

As he pressed his forehead to hers, his hand slid under her to lift her hips even farther. He gave three forceful thrusts, then pressed deep, deeper inside her. His cock jerked against her womb slowly, then faster as his hand held them pressed tightly together. After a minute, he rubbed his cheek against hers.

When he raised his head, she held her breath. Now that he'd come, would he still look at her the same? Men changed sometimes, turned into different—

His fingers traced over the line between her eyebrows. “Now what's going through that head?” he murmured. “Hands down.”

She brought her arms down. After stroking his hard biceps, she ran her hands up and over shoulders sheened with sweat. The way the smooth skin stretched over such powerful muscles mesmerized her. His scent wrapped around her, all male.

His lips moved over hers, giving her soft kisses. “Brave little sub. You did very well, and you should be proud. Hold on one minute longer.” He pulled out of her and disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned, he released her from the leg restraints, then, with firm fingers, removed one breast clamp.

She slapped her hand over her breast at the unexpected pain as blood rolled back into it. “Ow!”

He chuckled. “They're worse coming off than going on.” Ignoring her hand pushing him away, he undid the other one. With her lips pressed together, she almost managed to stifle the whine until he licked over one, teasing the nipple with a wet tongue.

Pain and pleasure. The whine escaped and turned into whimpers as he continued.

Lifting her up, he pulled her off the wedge and on top of him so they lay on the carpet in front of the fire. He was so tall, she felt tiny perched there. One hand pressed against her bottom, keeping her hips against him; the other threaded through her hair and pulled her down for another kiss.

Logan woke her twice more during the night, and in the morning, he took her again. He entered the walk-in shower, pushed her back against the wall, and lifted her up enough to slide into her. Not asking permission, just taking his pleasure when and how he wanted. She really shouldn't enjoy his behavior, Rebecca managed to think, before he leaned down to kiss her. Held in place by relentless hands, impaled by his thick cock… His actions and his control made her so hot, she came within a few thrusts, squirming and whimpering.

Afterward, he helped her wash, as if that too was his right. He knelt to soap her feet, then her ankles. As he ran the soap up her legs, she relaxed, her mind deliciously blank, until his fingers paused on her upper left calf.
Her scars
. She tried to jerk away, but he simply wrapped a big hand around her leg and turned her toward the light so he could see better.

“He got you good.”

With her mouth clamped tightly shut, she couldn't manage anything but a nod. How had she been stupid enough to be naked with someone in a well-lit bathroom?

When he lifted her leg and kissed the scars, she gasped. He found the matching ones on the back of her right thigh, and she got another kiss. Rising, he said, “Seems like I felt something on your shoulder about here.” His fingers traced the lumps on her right shoulder. Another kiss. Then he turned her around to face him.

She couldn't look at him.
Ugly, ugly, ugly
. Her hands fisted as the taunts of her fifth-grade classmates filled her head.

With a huffed laugh, he unclenched her hands and put them on his shoulders, then tilted her face up.

She kept her eyes averted.

“Look at me, sugar.”