To Command and Collar [Masters of the Shadowlands 6] (25 page)

A spanking? She positioned herself, careful of her breasts, which still burned and ached every time she jostled his strange nipple clamps. After putting her head on her forearms, she arched her bottom up.
He picked up the sack and removed… Oh, holy hell, the anal plug she’d chosen from the ones she’d hidden. She’d really hoped he’d forgotten. She closed her eyes, wanting to whine. The plug was shaped like a plump, round goldfish…on steroids. Too big. He’d used his fingers in her a time or two and once put in a smaller plug during a shower, but this…
He trickled lube over it and between her cheeks. The muscles of her vulnerable hole puckered more tightly, and she tried to twist her bottom away.
A stinging slap made her jump. “You do not move.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Gatita.” His voice was so soothing she wanted to crawl into his lap. “I think you will like this once it’s in. Until then, you will take the discomfort for me, will you not?” His hand stroked the place he’d slapped, turning the sting into pleasure.
Her arousal dampened the insides of her thighs, and she wanted to beg him to just fuck her instead. But his calloused hand on her bottom—so determined, so careful—made her tongue tangle.
“Now push back against my finger.” He circled the rim with a slick finger, then firmly penetrated her.
She whined at the stretching feeling. Not painful. Uncomfortable.
He added another finger, slowly thrusting in and out. “Such a pretty asshole. Maybe we’ll go to bed early tonight, no? I would enjoy being there.”
A shudder of nerves and arousal ran through her. He pulled out and pressed the slick anal plug against her. He pushed the tip in and out, farther each time. It was bigger—more than the size of his fingers, stretching and burning. His grip on her hip kept her from moving away again as he eased it slowly inside. Wider and wider.
She groaned and pushed her forehead against her arms, trying not to remember…them. The pain. She tensed.
“Ssssh. Almost there, chiquita.” And then with a soundless
pop
, it was in, and her muscles settled into the tail part that was smaller than the rest.
She stayed in position, panting, feeling his strong hand rubbing her bottom reassuringly. Her memories faded under his touch. Never before had anything back there also aroused her. How could something so uncomfortable make her clit throb demandingly?
“You were very good. I’m proud of you,” he murmured, rubbing her back and her bottom, and she realized she’d endure much more to win that note of approval in his voice.
“You won’t hide toys anymore, will you, chiquita?”
“Next time, I’ll hide only the small ones.”
A second, and then he laughed, the sexy, delighted sound that always made her grin. He said sternly, “Bad gatita. No hiding toys.” The light smack on her ass shoved the plug in farther, zinging against unfamiliar nerves.
“No, Master. Never.” She turned her head, eyeing the sack lying on its side. It wasn’t empty. What else had he brought?
He helped her to her feet, and the nasty thing he’d stuck up her backside felt huge as her cheeks closed around it. She shifted her weight, trying to find a comfortable position.
Master R grinned. “Don’t worry; you won’t be thinking about it in a bit.” He pointed to a corner of the trampoline. “Lie down there, on your back.”
Each step moved the thing inside her, and the discomfort made her aware of how wet she was and how swollen her pussy had gotten. Her clit begged in heavy throbs to be touched. But touching herself was a spanking offense. Being spanked with an anal plug in?
So not my choice of fun ways to spend the afternoon
. She carefully lay down where he’d directed.
He picked up some rope from the pile and tied her wrists together, then over her head to an upright on the railing. A cushion went under her hips so her pelvis arched up in the air. After restraining her legs widely apart, he sat back on his heels, his gaze running over her, head to toes, lingering on her breasts and then her pussy.
She’d never felt so exposed. So available.
“You’re beautiful, Kimberly.”
Uh-huh
. She knew full well, she was only passably pretty, but when he said that, looked at her like that, she felt absolutely hot. And totally ready for him to pull his cock out and have at it.
Now now now
. She squirmed.
“No, you will not entice me to move faster.” His eyes were heavy lidded as he trickled his fingers over her mound, then traced her labia down. He gave the anal plug a wiggle that sparked shots of electricity straight to her clit. Her hips pushed up uncontrollably, and a crease appeared in his cheek. “I thought you might like the plug.”
His smile grew. “Now you get a new toy as well.” He pulled the hidden thing out of the bag. Soft-looking and the size of a couple of fingers and thumb forming a C curve. “I don’t think you need lube for this.” He pushed one end of the C into her slick pussy and angled the other part over her clit, letting it rest there. Not doing anything, dammit, but with that monster anal plug, even the small part inside her seemed excessively tight. Too much.
Her heart rate increased as her body shivered with the sensation of being tied down. Penetrated. With a whimper she closed her eyes and tried to relax. Waves splashed on the boat, the sound of a distant motor mingled with the pants of one of the other women and the low growl of a man’s voice. The sun shone down on her, heating her skin to almost the temperature she was inside.
Pulling on the restraints, she found no give and could feel the last remnants of control slipping away. Helpless. Vulnerable. She opened her eyes and looked up.
He stood beside her, watching her squirm and fight, his silent regard reinforcing his obvious determination that she be open to him emotionally as well as physically. That she surrender.
Under the power of his gaze, his authority, she felt her muscles go limp. And she gave up.
His eyes warmed with approval. “Sumisita mía,” he said softly. Down on one knee, he ran his knuckles tenderly over her cheek.
She turned her head and kissed his fingers, the action just so…right.
So was his kiss that followed.
After a minute, he sat back, and his expression changed. Heat. Anticipation. “I like that position. You look like a pagan sacrifice, all stretched out, just waiting to be served up to a god.”
Sacrifice didn’t sound good. “Master R.” She’d attempted a teacher’s stern tone, but her voice sounded more like a nervous first-grader who’d wet her pants. What could he be planning? He didn’t have any whips or floggers aboard, and no toys were left in the sack.
His expression had a little of the sternness she’d seen when she messed up. He was definitely aroused—his erection still tented the front of his shorts. And his eyes held amusement. That worried her the most.
She licked her lips, tasting him.
He straddled her hips, keeping all his weight on his knees. Softly, he ran his fingers down the insides of her arms, over her armpits, which made her jump, and down her ribs. His touch was light, almost too light. Back up.
Her skin grew more sensitive. He stopped below her armpits, stroking higher, and…it tickled. She tried to shift away, but he had her strung to immobility. He teased his fingers under her arms.
Giggles broke from her, and she squirmed. “Stop it. That tickles!”
His smile was white against his tanned skin. “Cariño, I know.” He did it again, making her laugh uncontrollably, not stopping even when she started to curse.
“Damn you,” she gasped when he sat back. “Stop it. I don’t like that.”
“I said you’d be punished, mi pequeña sumisa. Did you think I was joking?”
“But not this way.”
Good God
. “I’d rather be spanked.”
He grinned and said softly, “I know.”
She glared at him. “Are you done?”
“Oh no. I’m still exploring.”
She moaned.
“But I’m going to mix some sensations together to see how you do.” He reached down to the part of the toy that lay over her clit and clicked something. A buzz started both inside her and over her clit. Too light, too slow to do much, but…distracting. Just enough vibration to frustrate her, as if she were riding a Harley, but not enough to get her off.
Master R watched, his hand rubbing her arm, letting her need grow. Letting her stew. “Take a breath, chiquita. You’re not quite through being punished”—he grinned—“although you’re sweating enough, yes?”
God, sweat trickled between her breasts and down her face. “Please stop now.” Her hips wiggled uncontrollably.
“Ah, but I like watching you squirm. And laugh. You don’t laugh enough.” He clicked the vibrator through several cycles, settling on an odd erratic rhythm, fast, then slow. Bringing her close to orgasm, then retreating too soon. Driving her up.
God, he’s going to kill me.
He moved between her legs, his knees pressing on the insides of her thighs. As the vibrations increased and she stiffened with the approaching climax, his fingers brushed down the insides of her forearms again to the tender area under her arms, teasing her with feathery touches. She gasped, jerking helplessly. Laughing, then moaning, then laughing as his fingers grazed over the increasingly sensitized skin.
He eased off, his fingers moving just enough to keep her aware, to keep her whole body tensed as the vibrator ruthlessly brought her back the brink.
Oh God, I need to come
. Her lower half coiled, the feeling strangely intense. With the humming on her G-spot from inside, the flickering over her clit from outside, the entire area of nerves between them tightened. The pressure inside her built higher…higher…
Everything clenched for a long, impossible second, and she exploded.
God, God, God
. Even as she bucked under the climax, Master R drew his fingernails lightly over her ribs. She arched as new sensations blasted through her, making her laugh, making her scream, sending the entire world into a blaze of sensation, buffeting her between pleasure and torture and more pleasure.
She shuddered to a halt finally, slowly realizing he’d stopped tickling and even removed the vibrator. Grinning, he nuzzled her cheek.
“You bastard,” she gasped.
“No, Mamá insists I am born of a marriage,” he protested and claimed a hot, wet kiss, pulling her under his spell again.
Okay, she hated him, but she loved him, even if he was a sadistic scumbag asshole.
Sitting back, he ran his hands over her thighs, stroking gently, making her feel cherished and beautiful, even as shudders still ran through her body.
“You know, buddy,” Cullen said a minute later. “I’ve never seen a tickling session quite so hot. I’m not sure it was much of a punishment, but damn.” He eyed Andrea speculatively.
She shook her head frantically. “No. Absolutely no. I hate being tickled. Don’t you even think about it.”
Master R whispered in Kim’s ear, “There’s a lesson for you. That is never a smart thing to say to your dom.”
Kim choked on a laugh. From the half leer on Cullen’s face, he’d just hopped onboard with the tickling idea. He’d already had Andrea’s hands bound in front of her, and now he hefted her to her feet. Turning her toward the ocean, he lashed her hands to the railing, forcing her to bend at the waist, and roped her ankles widely apart to the uprights.
“No, Cullen. Please, no, Señor.”
“I don’t have a vibrator, but we’ll manage, little tiger.” His laugh rang out, and he stepped out of his shorts, completely comfortable being stark naked. “Toss me that lube, Raoul.” He caught the lube and drizzled some between his sub’s buttocks and more on his very erect cock.
“Oh, God, you wouldn’t,” Andrea gasped.
He contemplated the body stretched out before him, then frowned. “I need to heat you up first, right?” His fingers teased from her armpits down to her clit and back up.
Once he had Andrea cursing and laughing and wiggling uncontrollably, he worked his cock into her anus, a little at first, then pushing all the way in. She groaned and groaned again as he started to thrust. His hand disappeared around her front, and from the way Andrea moaned, he was playing with her clit.
“That sounds pretty good, love.” Cullen wrapped his free arm under her stomach, stabilizing them both, and changed from her clit to tickling under her arms. Giggles and groans filled the air.
God, if they did this in town, Kim thought, the cops would be pounding down the door.
Andrea was begging and cursing, mostly in Spanish.
Kim smiled. Here was someone she could ask to translate Master R’s swearwords.
From the sound of rhythmic thumping on the side of the sailboat, Marcus had taken Gabi back into the water and was enjoying himself. A string of insults was abruptly cut off, and then a minute later, Gabi sputtered. A very calm Southern voice said, “Sugar, you’re fixin’ to drown if you keep that up. Now suck.”
God, these doms
. Kim shook her head and looked up. Master R’s expression was tender as he ran his finger over her lips. “You’re still smiling, mi tesoro,” he murmured. “I like seeing you happy.” He kissed her gently, lingeringly, in a way that had her heart turning over.
“I think these have been on long enough, so off they come.” He leaned over and snagged the scissors from the deck.

These?
When his fingers touched her left breast, she realized. The clamps.
Oh no
. He snipped through the rubber bands. As the wooden skewers fell away, blood surged back into her left nipple.
She gritted her teeth together as fire bloomed in her breast, and only a whimper escaped, changing to a high whine when Master R’s tongue stroked over the throbbing peak. The pain grew worse, then turned erotic as he continued to lick circles around the nipple and blow on it.
Her clit started to throb in response, and then Master R undid the other clamp.
“Ow ow ow, dammit, ow.”
He chuckled and licked over the burning, making her shudder, making sensations stream like a marching band straight to her clit. He moved down, nipped her side, licked her belly button, and ran his tongue over her clit.
Hot and wet, and the shock arched her back. His tongue circled, teased the hood, waking her whole pussy as if he’d hit her with a jolt of electricity.
Her insides clenched, making her too aware he hadn’t removed the anal plug yet. Maybe she could ask?
He lifted his head long enough to smile at her. “You’re being a good girl, Kimberly. I think you deserve a reward.” He licked over her clit, up and down, slowly but deliberately, bringing her right to the edge. Every firm rub made her insides tighten more.
Totally aroused, and damn him, he made her feel as if she had no control over anything, not even her body. Tied up, couldn’t move, a giant plug in her, she’d already climaxed, and now he was—easily—showing he could bring her off again.
“Let’s see how tight you are with your favorite toy still in,” Master R said. He sat up and unzipped his shorts. Her eyes widened as he pressed his erection against her entrance and started to inch in.
Oh no
. Too big. Much too big. “Wait. No.”
His piercing hit, stopped him. He moved to a new angle, and the metal went in, a firm pressure sliding along her insides.
“You won’t fit, dammit. You’re too big.”
“No, Kimberly. The toy you hid is big. I’m just right.” He leaned forward onto his forearms and kissed her, teasing her lips. Holding steady inside her for a minute.
His broad hand fondled her breasts. Pinches on her abused nipples arched her spine.
And then he resumed pushing his shaft in, inexorably, like a tanker forging through the ocean. He watched her face, smiling a little when she’d tried to wiggle free. “Does it really hurt, sumisita?”
“Yes!” Under his steady gaze, she amended grumpily, “Kind of. No. But it’s not comfortable.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled, and he whispered, “I didn’t think it would be.” And he kept going until he was finally, completely in. His balls touched her ass. God, she was so full it was impossible to breathe. Stretched, aching, throbbing.
She closed her eyes and shivered. He was on top of her, inside her, and the feeling of being taken—being helpless—was frightening, and yet not, because he was watching her so closely that she felt the heat of his gaze.
“Look at me, gatita.” His voice had roughened.
Her eyes opened and were trapped by his. Intense.
Then he pulled back, and every inch of movement somehow transmuted into exquisite pleasure. She gasped as her insides tried to clench and spasmed over the fullness. His eyes on her, he slid slowly back in, then out, totally in control. In and out, rocking slowly as she adjusted to the feeling.
“Bueno,” he murmured, and his strokes changed as he drove into her in short thrusts, only partly in. With the anal plug, his piercing rubbed even more firmly over that sensitive place inside her. Stroke after stroke.
The pressure in her lower half grew into a shivery, desperate fullness. “I need to stop. I need the bathroom.”
“Oh, I think this is something else, mi tesoro.” He reached down, slickening his fingers, and stroking over her clit, without ever losing the determined thrusting.
Too much. The anal plug sent odd zinging sensations through her. His ruthless finger rubbed on her from outside, his pierced cock from inside as if they’d trapped her sensitive clit between them, mercilessly pushing her until everything inside her gathered, whirling her senses like a massive hurricane.
No pause. No teasing now. Faster, faster, and then everything spun completely out of control. She broke, shattering, her entire body having the orgasm as she screamed and bucked and shattered some more. She felt wetness everywhere, and Master R chuckled and pounded into her deep and hard, and she just kept coming, unable to stop.
Finally he tensed into rigidity, pressing in until she could feel the distinctive jerking of his shaft against her cervix as he gave a low rumble of pleasure.
His weight pressed her against the mesh as he lay on her, radiating such satisfaction that it made tears prickle in her eyes. Then, with a groan, he reached up to work at the ropes around her wrists.
She swallowed, tried to speak, and nothing came out. Swallowed again. “You’re evil.” Her voice was hoarse from laughter, from screams.
“Sí.” He kissed her ear, then nipped her shoulder and laughed when her vagina clenched around him.
Her arms came free, her wrists still tied together, so she encircled his neck and leaned up to kiss him.
He kissed her back, taking her mouth to please himself until she felt like melted wax on the floor. As if she hadn’t before.
God.
Eventually, he sighed and pulled out of her, making her aware how wet she was. After he’d released her legs, he helped her sit up, then steadied her as her head spun.
She realized she was drenched, way past normal, and a flush heated her face. Talk about a wet spot. At least it was mesh under her. Still… “I…I’m sorry.” Darn it, she’d said she needed the bathroom.
“Ah, Kimberly, it’s not urine, chiquita.” He cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him. “You did what is called squirting, although that’s an entirely inadequate word for something so very erotic. So hot. You women climax in many different ways—this is just one of them.” He kissed her teasingly, his eyes lit with laughter. “Did you enjoy it?”
She leaned her head against him. “I wasn’t sure if I’d survive it, but…yeah.”
“Then I will strive to give you more of them.”
As he rose, she frowned. “Um, Master? Without the tickling next time?” Yeah, maybe it made her whole body more sensitive and gave her a great climax, but still…
Please God, let’s skip the tickling stuff.
He touched the tip of her nose. “That, mi pequeña sumisa, will depend on how obedient you are, no?”