Military Maledom: An Officer And A Dom (5 page)

We linger beside his king-sized bed,
and Jay lowers his mouth to mine again. I only realize how turned
on he is when he pulls my hair and grabs one of my thighs, to curl
my leg around his hip and open my pussy. He wedges his bulging
hard-on against my wet cunt lips and rocks against me, while
sucking and nipping at my tongue. I grind against him in return,
until he untangles himself from me with a reluctant
groan.

“Kneel on the bed,” he tells me, but I
can’t make myself move. Gnawing at my lower lip, I glance back and
forth from Jay to the bed to Jay, until he nudges me to comply. He
stands immediately behind me, arms around my waist. “Breathe, Emma.
Remember I told you I would take your ass when you begged me to,
and I meant it. Only when you beg.” As though reading my thoughts,
he adds, “You will.”

I peer over my shoulder at him,
relaxing little by little at the reassurance that I still have some
more time to get used to this idea. He rubs my shoulders and my
arms and along my spine, giving me warm shivers that melt me from
the inside, before finally pushing at the back of my neck and
urging me down onto my hands and knees. Confused, I settle on all
fours, on the silky Egyptian cotton sheets. He said he wouldn’t
take me before I begged him, and I believe him. So now
what?

Again, I watch from over my shoulder
as Jay opens a drawer in his nightstand and brings out a small tube
and a metallic butt plug. I immediately start to whine and tense,
which earns me a slow caress along one cheek of my ass, followed by
a hard smack.

“I also said I’d push your limits,” he
reminds, as he takes a bit of clear gel from the tube and smears it
along his fingers, working the goo for a few seconds. It’s not
nearly as cold as I’d feared, warmed by his skin, when it touches
my twitchy, nervous little bud. I could almost relax into the
feeling of the slippery lube being massaged around my asshole, and
I close my eyes and focus on calming my breath.

The tip of the plug nosing into my ass
makes my eyes flare open and wide, and I lean away.

“No, no,” Jay chastises and grips me
by one shoulder to pull me back and hold me still. The plug has a
cone shape at the end, tapering above a crosspiece a couple of
inches long. The design makes it perfect for wedging open my tight
ring, invading me deeper and deeper, stretching my hole wider and
wider. It didn’t look that big, but every time I’m sure I’ve taken
all of it, there’s a little more, a little more.

It doesn’t help that Jay is turning it
in little circles that make me want to squirm my hips. He pulls it
out just a bit, wiggles it back in, turns it, wiggles it out. I
give up my brave front and whine and pant, hanging my head and
clawing at the sheets.

Then it’s inside me. I feel my tender
asshole close over the plug, where it tapers. The sharp, stretching
gives way to a sense of wanting to push out the butt plug while at
the same time wanting to pull it in deeper.

“Good girl,” Jay coos, his thumb
toying with the crosspiece, making the plug wiggle inside me. As I
whine my protest, his other hand moves between my spread legs to
tickle my flushed pussy lips and then my aching clit. When my
tingling nub twitches at his touch, so does my anus, around the
embedded plug.

“No,” I keen. No, this is too strange.
No, I don’t…don’t want to like this.

He draws me back, so that I’m on my
knees, leaning against his chest. His hard-on, pressed between my
ass cheeks, pushes against the plug, while he reaches around with
both hands to play with my needy pussy. “I’m not going to take no
as a no, Emma. It’s something you’re going to need to say a lot
this weekend as you fight yourself over what you really want. If
you truly want me to stop, you have to use the safeword red. Say no
all you want. Beg me to stop if you need to. Tell me you don’t want
this, if it helps. But I will only relent if you use the safeword.
Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I rasp, horrified by my
realization that I do want to beg and protest and plead with him to
stop. But I don’t want to use the safeword. Because I don’t really
want him to stop, yet.

“Good,” he breathes into my ear, and
both of his hands go to work ruthlessly prodding and stroking and
pinching at my pussy and my clit. I slide my hands over his and
look down at his wet fingers. Even more than the sight of Jay’s
hands working at my cunt, even more than the feeling of his fingers
exploring and penetrating and toying with me, the sound of his
heavy breathing in my ear inflames me.

One hand leaves my slit and pulls at
one cheek of my ass, spreading me so Jay’s hard-on can press more
firmly, more deeply, against the butt plug. He bounces his hips,
not fucking me but making the plug do it. At that exact moment, he
begins making tight, furious circles over and around my clit with
the pads of two fingers.

When I squeal, Jay grates into my ear,
“Don’t come, Emma, not without my permission. This weekend you are
my slave. I give, and you take, but only when I say you can.” He
jabs his hips forward, making the plug stab sharply inside my ass,
then holds the position. “I know what you need, and I’ll give it to
you if you let me.”

Suspended in a long,
breathless moment, between the discomfort of the peculiar pressure
in my ass and the bliss radiating from my clit, I face another
sudden, harsh realization. I didn’t play the submissive with Robert
because
he
liked
it. I did it because
I
liked it, because I needed it, after Jay.

Domination Sex: Conditioned
Response is available now.

AN EXCERPT FROM ERIKA
MASTEN’S

ROOM SERVICE: DOMINATED
#3

Without words or prelude, his body
moves toward mine, pushing me into a retreat until my back is
against the wall. I swallow a gasp as my bare shoulder blades hit
the cool, textured surface. My fantasy man flattens his hands
against the wall on either side of me, hemming me in. From a few
short inches away, he breathes me in, studies me, his gaze openly
caressing my flushed breasts. I try not to pant, not to make my
strained breathing so obvious. My skin is so hot it feels like I’m
radiating heat.

One of his hands leaves the wall to
slide along my pinched waist, his thumb tracing the seam that runs
down the bustier from below one breast to the lace trim just
covering my navel. It makes me want to lean into his caress, to
push my hips forward toward his. Without warning, he runs his hand
down that seam to my leg. Then his hand, warm and firm, is on my
inner thigh, on the bare skin above my stockings, pushing
outward.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I almost moan at the sound of that
masculine rumble telling me to do something straight out of one of
my fantasies, but I keep my head enough to respond, moving my legs
about shoulder-width apart. “More,” he orders. Biting my lip, then
making myself stop for fear I look too nervous, I comply. There’s
nothing to stifle my whimper when he cups my damp crotch in his
palm. His middle finger presses deeper than the others, and I find
myself wishing he’d pull the material aside and sink his long
fingers into my slit. “Is your cunt wet for me?” he asks, his voice
starting to sound husky, thrilling me with the possibility that I’m
turning him on even half as much as he is affecting me.

“Yes, sir.”

He moves in to nuzzle my cheek. “You
remembered to call me sir. I knew you were going to be my good
girl.”

Dear god, I want him to kiss me. I
want those lips. I want his tongue. I want the gesture of
approval.

Instead, Sir commands, “Turn around
and face the wall. Stretch your arms above you.”

I don’t want to give up the feeling of
his fingers pressed into my crotch, but I don’t have a choice. His
strong hands close on my arms and spin me around before I can make
myself move. With my cheek pressed to the wall, I sigh at the
contrast of the cool surface against my face and his warm breath in
my hair.

My stranger’s touch glides along my
hips, his thumbs tracing the roundness of my butt as he makes
appreciative noises faintly under his breath. I bite back a smile
at the idea that he likes my ass. My spine tingles as his
fingertips work the tense muscles from the small of my back to my
shoulders. Part of me wants to relax into his skilled attentions,
but the rest of me is still too anxious and overexcited. He slides
his hands up and then down my arms, raising goose bumps on my skin,
letting his weight rest against me and his hard cock wedge itself
against the cleft of my ass.

When he is stretched out against me,
his thighs pressed to mine, our splayed fingers entwined, he
releases a thick breath. “I love the way you’re trembling, like
it’s your first time and you’re nervous…and excited…and scared.
They couldn’t have found a submissive more suited to my tastes.” He
leans his hips forward, and the lump in his pants digs into me.
It’s clear to me he’s hard and ready and well-equipped. “I can’t
wait to see you kneel for me and crawl for me and offer me your
tender, vulnerable little holes. I’m going to take my sweet
submissive so hard no other master will ever match the
memory.”

Room Service: Dominated #3
is available now.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I’m the girl-next door with an
unexpectedly wicked mind (and an addiction to sexy high heels).
There’s nothing quite like the thrill of turning forbidden desires
and secret fantasies into erotic tales with literary flare and a
dirty mouth. Let me tell you a naughty story…

Erika Masten

[email protected]

http://erikamasten.com