The Master's Exception (3 page)

Grasping my chin tightly in his hand, he pulled my neck against his lips and bit it gently, moaning, "I can't wait Chloe. I need to fuck you right here, right now. But you need to understand, the normal rules won't apply between us just this one time." A tortured sigh escaped my lips as I nodded in agreement.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair hard, tilting my head back to expose my neck and started to kiss his way from my ear down to my shoulder. The muscles in the very depths of me clenched tightly in response. As I felt his teeth lightly graze against my neck, I threaded my hands in his hair tightly. As he continued to kiss and nibble I felt myself crawling out of my skin with desire, the moisture pooling between my legs and I groaned, "Spencer..please..I need you inside me now."

In response to my plea, he leaned his rough cheek against mine and growled, "Beg for it Chloe. Tell me what a filthy fucking angel you are." The dirty talk made me even more desperate. I found that I loved the sound of those words from his gorgeous lips. Then he was crushing his mouth against me, the kiss rough, and demanding. When his tongue plunged inside my mouth, an uncomfortably hot, almost painful ache began to throb within me. I whimpered softly when he tugged at my lower lip with his teeth.

Breaking the kiss, he locked me with a heated gaze as I felt his hand against my upper thigh, pulling the hem of my dress up over my hips.  Running his hand up my leg slowly he groaned, "Fuck, I am so hard for you right now it hurts." Then his hand was all over me, teasing me through the thin lace, his fingers caressing my dripping folds through the damp fabric. "Mm, you are so wet my little slut. Ready to cum for me you dirty thing?" He whispered softly, obviously enjoying my torture. The friction of the wet fabric against me came close to triggering my release, and as I felt his fingers slide under the edge of the lace, every nerve in my body stood at attention.

Closing the distance between us, Spencer leaned over closer and met my lips in a searing kiss. Suddenly I felt two of his fingers plunge deep inside of me while his thumb expertly teased my clit. Within seconds, I could feel my inner walls clenching around his touch in a mind-shattering release, my breath coming in quick pants. He moaned loudly at the feel of my cum dripping onto his hand, and a look of raw, animalistic lust came over his face. Panting, I watched as he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his mouth. He began sucking them decadently as his eyes closed in appreciation. When he was finished he gave me a grin and said, “You are delicious my filthy little angel.”

In that instant, I was overcome with a need to taste him as well.  I reached over and began to unbuckle his belt, feeling the strain of his enormous erection against his slacks.  I stroked it through the fabric with my other hand, running my tongue over my lip eagerly in anticipation. As I undid the zipper and slid my hand under the waist of his boxer-briefs, I heard the sharp intake of his breath.  Shoving his pants down lower on his hips, I grasped his swollen cock in my hand as he moaned softly. After taking a moment to relish the sight of his tremendous size and girth, I leaned down to slowly run my tongue against the velvet soft skin at the tip. He threw his head back against the seat in surrender to my touch whispering, "Oh fuck, angel."

As I was rewarded with a glistening drop of his desire at the head, I took him inside my mouth slowly inch by inch, all the way to the hilt. Running my tongue against the shaft I began to move my mouth firmly up and down his length, my cheeks hollowing tightly against him. He put his hands in my hair and fisted it, groaning, "Just like that my dirty little whore, you feel so fucking good." After a few minutes he groaned even louder and yanked my head back quickly by the hair. "Fuck the foreplay.”

Yanking my panties off my hips so roughly I heard the fabric rip a little, Spencer moved the front seat back as far as it could go.  He grabbed me by the hips and quickly pulled me into his lap. Unzipping my dress urgently, he pulled it up over my head before undoing the clasp of my bra and releasing my breasts. Reaching down with his mouth, he took one of my nipples gently in his teeth, tugging it as his hand pulled and twisted at the other rosy peak. The windows were beginning to fog a little, and I wondered for a moment if anyone would see us.

Holding my waist firmly, he brought me higher onto his lap directly above his throbbing erection and shoved himself inside of me in one swift motion.  We both cried out in ecstasy as he filled the depths of me completely, and I nearly came again at the sensation. His cock was so large, so thick, it seemed to reach places I had never been touched as he buried himself completely inside of me.

As I began to rock my hips against him, I felt both of Spencer's hands reach down and grip my ass firmly, shoving himself even deeper inside. He uttered a primal noise, his eyes half-mast as he encouraged me, “Oh yes, just like that.." Then he gripped my ass even harder as he thrust his hips against mine as tightly as he could, moaning, "Ride me slut, fuck me!"  His words sent me into a frenzy, and I began to ride him harder and faster with every breath.  I felt the waves of pressure building deep inside and I whimpered quietly as I sought my release.

When I started to feel my inner walls began to clench against him he grabbed onto me tightly, "No you don’t my filthy little angel."  Catching my lips in a rough kiss, he silenced the moans of my pleasure against his mouth. I continued the rhythm without slowing, unable to stop myself, until I felt the sharp sting as he spanked me hard on the ass. I cried out in shock, surprised at how much I loved the way it felt, amazed with my history that I felt safe being hit this way. With a wicked grin, I begin the rhythm of my hips again, shoving down hard onto his swollen shaft and rocking quickly up and down again.

Spencer's eyes were half-lidded for a moment and he shuddered slightly, then a stern look came across his face. “You don’t cum until I say you can little slut!” He shouted, but somehow I knew his words were just in play and loved how wicked they made me feel. Not ready to obey just yet, I shook my head slowly as I gripped the headrest of his seat for leverage and slammed down on him as hard as I could. Loving the guttural sound he made, I reached out and threaded my hands through his hair, yanking his head back to get complete access to his neck.

I saw the surprised look that flashed across his face as I continued to ride him and hold his head back roughly. Growing serious, he said quietly, "Only this once can you fuck me this way Chloe. After this there will be rules to follow my sweet angel."

Nodding and slowing down, I leaned over and licked my way up his neck incredibly slowly, making my way to his mouth before shoving my tongue in it roughly. Letting go of the grip on my ass, he brought his hands up to fist in my hair as we continued to kiss.  Realizing he still had his shirt on, I broke the kiss before yanking it open and shoving it hurriedly off his broad shoulders. His chest was sculpted perfectly, with just the right amount of dark blonde hair trailing down his stomach. “I know Spencer. So shut your fucking mouth and let me enjoy this.” I saw him smile faintly, looking both irritated and amused at my bossy tone.

Slowing the rhythm, nearly to a stop I leaned down and licked my way up his stomach, stopping at his nipples. I heard him let out a pleasured sigh as the roughness of my tongue grated against the sensitive skin. "God Spencer, do you have any idea how much I want you? I could never get enough of this baby." I whispered as I licked my way slowly up the other side of his neck. Pulling his earlobe between my teeth, I felt his hand grasp the back of my head tightly.

"Mm..Chloe," he groaned as he arched into my touch and spoke in a heartfelt tone, abandoning the dirty talk temporarily. "I wish you knew what you do to me." Smiling to myself I continued to ride him roughly once again, my pace getting more and more urgent as I built my way back up towards orgasm. "Stop whore!" He commanded sternly, going back into his Master persona, and spanking me harder than ever.

When I showed no signs of stopping, he spanked me again immediately, the sound of it resonating in the car. I cried out, but not in pain, the sting of it was exquisite torture, giving new meaning to the phrase 'hurts so good'. It was thrilling to have the touch of a man be rough without being cruel and I relished every moment. "You want more my naughty, filthy little angel?" Spencer's voice dropped incredibly low with the question as he pinned me with his sexy half-smile.

In answer, I nodded and let out a lustful moan. His face took on a different look entirely, a devilish smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, as he demanded in a stern tone, "Turn around angel." Next, I felt the silk scarf over my eyes again, taking away my vision. Then I heard him pull the belt out of the waistband of his slacks and wind it around his hand.  

At first, I was shocked as he brought it across my ass and whipped me. The snap of it against my skin made me jump, but after several times I begin to groan with pleasure. This was what I needed, the sweet release that only pain he inflicted upon me could bring. After a few more lashes, he stopped and brought his mouth to the sensitive skin and kissed it slowly. Leaning next to my ear, he whispered softly, almost reverently, "Good girl." Then grabbing me roughly, he commanded, "Now bring your ass back in my lap and fuck me like a filthy little angel should."

As I took his throbbing shaft firmly in my hand to guide it inside of me again, I slowly sank my hips back down. I heard him let out a deep breath slowly, as he entered me again. As I began to grind against him, I let out a gasp. In this position, his cock filled me differently, massaging my depths in entirely new places. Moaning, I leaned down and grabbed the steering wheel, gripping it tightly as I shoved him as deeply as possible inside me. Leaning forward, he growled into my ear as I threw my head back, whispering, "You ready to play again?" Then he was lifting me off of him, his hand grabbing my hair and using the ends of the blindfold to pin my head against the steering wheel tightly, my ass lifted in the air.

He leaned down and began nibbling and licking my ass playfully. My head was being pushed against the steering wheel, held tight by the hair fisted in his hand. Then I let out a little yelp as he bit down hard right where my ass still smarted from the belt. I moaned as he spanked me hard where he'd just bitten, and yanked my head off the steering wheel and up towards him with my hair. I could feel him winding all of my hair as if it were a rope, and then wrapping it around his hand snugly. I saw the shadow of his hand coming up high then felt the intense sting as he spanked me again, making me practically purr with the sensation.

"You like that don't you my dirty little whore? Fucking tell me that you like it," he growled as he arched upward and plunged himself inside me, the force of it raising my hips in the air. At the same time he was yanking my head back towards him with my hair, twisting it to the side to join our lips in a rough kiss as he retreated from my slick interior then pounded back inside again. I shouted his name as he repeated it again and again, my scalp tingling as he wrenched my hair tighter still.

"Yes, more! Please... please...harder!" I cried out, begging. In that moment, I was nothing but a writhing mass of sensation, the feelings overwhelming my senses. I could hear my voice shouting something as Spencer continued his deliciously rough assault on my body, but I could honestly say I had no idea what. Then his hand was on my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh and guiding me back over his lap. Wrenching the hair still gripped in his hand, he brought my back tightly against his chest as his other hand came around to roll my nipple roughly.

Grinding my ass against him, I brought him deeper inside, his only answer a moan that made the muscles in my lower abdomen quiver. I was close again, and I found the rhythm as my hand covered his over my breast, our fingers entwined. Keeping his hand tightly pulling my hair, he arched into me as I rode him harder and faster. Our breaths were now coming in pants and sweat started to slick our bodies. In between his groans, Spencer shouted "Fuck me slut, fuck me harder!"

Growling possessively, he bit down on my shoulder as he arched into me tightly, the sharp burning pain an overwhelmingly contrast to the pleasure I was feeling. I came explosively, feeling my cum dripping down where we were joined, uttering an unintelligible noise. His breaths were coming in short gasps now, and he was moaning continuously as he pounded into me so hard the lips of my pussy begin to ache. I felt yet another orgasm begin to overtake me and I whimpered,  "Spencer...oh god..." throwing my head back reflexively as much as I could with him holding it.

"Yes my dirty little whore! Don’t you fucking stop!" He roared as he yanked my head back against him as hard as he could. I heard the desperation in his voice and ground my hips down as hard as I could to meet his thrusts. As  I begin to cum yet again, he let out a primal noise, arched up, and spilled his hot seed deep within me. His whole body shook and he groaned as the force of his orgasm shook him. Grinding down against him, the tremors of him shuddering inside of me sent me over the edge a final time, as I screamed his name.

Afterwards, I tugged off the blindfold and leaned back against him, spent and satisfied. Smiling to myself, I realized that I felt safer cradled against his strong body than I had in years. Never had I expected to find security, maybe even healing in the rough touch and harsh words of a man. It was so unexpected, so completely ironic. I felt him put his arm around me, pulling me tighter to him as he gently kissed the top of my head. He whispered in my ear softly, “By the way, from now on, you are to call me Master.”