Marked (The Recruits: Book One) (5 page)

“Clear. Crystal. Master.”

“Good. Now suck me and make me come. I want you to milk me dry.”

She fell on his cock like a starved dieter, taking him in her mouth as far as it would go. As far as she’d ever taken a dick, any dick. It bumped against the back of her throat and she chocked, but never stopped. She sucked and sucked some more. She laved him with her tongue. Teased him with her teeth. Her right hand slid up his thigh, nearly making her fall at the same time. She was already playing with his balls however. She pressed the patch of skin right behind them, loving the way his hips rocked at the harsh caress. He grunted something but she didn’t hear. Didn’t care. She just wanted him to come, so she could come too. She was selfish and yet she gave him everything she had. She never stopped, only letting her tongue pause when he shouted and his cum hit her throat. She drank him dry, even as he kept coming in thick, sharp jets. Cum drifted down her cheeks, too much for her mouth to contain. Droplets clang to the corners of her lips, then dripped onto her breasts. They swirled down the chains, down to where her nipples were crinkled and a bright red. The bells rang as she sucked on him one last time before he grabbed her head and pushed her away from him.

Chapter Six: This Is For You

Faye nearly fell on her ass, her sudden upright position making her head whoosh and her knees shake. Hands clamped on her hips, dragging her backwards, Jake’s voice ringing behind her. “Sit on me.”

I don’t think so
, she instantly thought, already shaking her head. His right hand grabbed onto the chain at her back and pulled on it. Tight. The metal rubbed once more against her clit, her mouth opening on a gasp at the sensation.

“Who’s your Master?”

Shit
. She realized she had no choice. But surely, he could see she was too big to sit on his lap. She’d crush him, and he’d be uncomfortable and ask her to move. Then she’d get flustered, and all the passion that she’d accumulated for the past hours would be gone. Just like that. “I don’t–”

“Have you seen my size, pet? I can handle you easily. I will handle you easily. Now be a good girl and sit on my lap. I want to play with you.”

Oh, that sounded nice! She couldn’t quite believe it but she was already moving back, his hands directing her to his lap. He’d pressed his legs together so all she had to do was widen hers. The chain pinched her cleft as she settled on him, the taut metal digging into her soft skin. It felt so good on her pussy however, she didn’t complain.

His hands drifted up and tilted the bells so they rang in the otherwise silence. He didn’t bother warning her he was about to take the clamps off, so it was with a loud “Ahhh!” that she greeted the first rush of pain. She immediately clasped her arms around herself and tried to ignore how the metal rings around her nipples pinched her already aching skin.

“Let it go, pet. Let yourself enjoy the pain. Let it go,” he repeated as his right hand slid down her stomach. Fingers slipped between her inner lips, and just that slight caress made her rock her hips. “Hands at your sides,” he ordered, waiting until she’d obeyed before he touched her again.

Faye was lost in her own little word. He was barely grazing her pussy, and yet she was nearly there. Her cleft pulsed around the chain, her walls begged to be stretched, but she still wasn’t coming. She was holding out, she finally realized. He’d told her to wait for his permission, and that’s what she was doing.
Unbelievable
.

She shook her head, her lips inadvertently brushing against his shaved cheek. He growled then, and attacked her mouth. His tongue forced its way past her teeth, his thumb hitting her clit at the same time. If she could have moaned, she would have. Instead, she tightened her walls around the finger that was suddenly sliding inside her. No, make that two fingers. He pumped them once, twice, before pulling them out, the juices coating them making everything slippery. Too soon, they were around her clit, pinching the hardened nub to the point of pain.

That was all it took for her to shatter, her moan ringing in his throat and his cock hardening once more underneath her ass.

* * * *

“But what would be the fun in that?” he whispered in her ear as he pulled on the chain. He made it rasp back and forth over her exposed clit, the hardness of the metal such a shock that she felt her thighs spasm in reaction.

“Master, please!” Her skin felt as if it would break open, aftershocks still coursing through her body after her earlier orgasm. It had only been a few minutes and his harsh caresses were proving to be too much, too soon. He didn’t care however. He kept on playing with the chain, his other hand grabbing hold of her left nipple for a squeeze. “Oh, no.”

He was smirking by the time her back bowed like an arc, her hands tightening into fists by her sides. “Come for me, pet. Come for me. Now!”

As if a switch had been flipped, zaps of pure electricity ran through her lower half, spreading from her oversensitive clit to the chain grating against her rose, to her breasts so heavy and full. She screamed out his name, her orgasm robbing her of all thoughts for the long moments it lasted. And when she finally came back to herself, the blindfold was no longer covering her eyes and she was sitting by herself in the chair.

She blinked, but Jake was already looming over her, his angry dick bopping right in front of her face. “Get up.”

She did, albeit just a teensy bit slowly. She bit her lip as her insides kept on pulsing, her pussy drenched beyond belief, juices running down her thighs. “Yes, Master?” she found herself asking, her hands clasping behind her without her even realizing.

Jake looked down at her, his gaze evaluating. Apparently deciding that she was ready to take this to the next level, he announced, “I want to take your ass.”

He growled something too low for her to understand and was on her the next second. Lips swooped down and found hers; hands swooped down and found her naked ass. She couldn’t help it: she threw her arms around his neck and held on, meeting him tongue for tongue. The kiss was unlike anything she’d felt in a long while. It held passion, sure, but also a hint of desperate yearning.

Considering they’d already done so much over the past hours, it shook her, making her take a step back and break the kiss. Jake stared down at her, almost daring her to say something, but she knew her place. He was her Master tonight, she acknowledged that quite readily. Okay, she could do this. She didn’t know what he’d planned, but she’d come to trust him. Right. Okay. “What do you want me to do, Master?”

He tilted his head, his gaze running over her as if he was weighing his options. “I want you to take those bra and panties off. Carefully, so they don’t break. Then I want you to stand in the middle of the room and bend over.”

She gulped but nevertheless answered, “Yes, Master.”

She obeyed him to the letter.

Chapter Seven: Wider

“Grab your ankles.”

Faye did as told, her hair obscuring her face as she looked at the room from her upside–down position. It was a good thing he’d taken the blindfold off, otherwise she was pretty sure she’d have already fallen right on her face. She could hear him walk across the room, could even watch him as he picked something from the table. She couldn’t discern what it was however.

He didn’t both replying, simply waited behind her as she tittered on her feet, her hands sliding up the backs of her legs until they were on her ass. She palmed her own cheeks and pulled, the sensation so odd she wondered for a second what in hell she was doing. But then, he made a pleased sound, the kind that starts from deep in the chest. An excited rumble. She concentrated on that sound and widened her stance, finding her balance after a few moments. It wasn’t perfect but it would hold for now.

She was congratulating herself inwardly when a fingertip came to rest on her rose, the tightly puckered rim of muscles tensing against the tentative invasion. Faye felt herself dangerously lean forward, only Jake’s sudden grasp of her left hip anchoring her into place. “Do not move.”

“I’m trying,” she muttered under her breath, but he heard her. One quick slap of her right butt cheek later, and she was fighting against the need to rear up.

“Now stand still. I want to make sure I won’t hurt you later.” He moved back and she heard the sound of a bottle cap being opened, cold goop landing on her cleft soon after. She hissed at the awkward feeling but he didn’t hesitate. He spread the moisture, circling his thumb around her rose before pushing inwards to slather it in there too. “Such a nice ass, pet. I can’t wait to fuck it. See your rose widen around my cock.”

She groaned, his words doing more to her insides than his caresses could. She felt herself heat up, the thought of having him take her like this, bent over and spread open by her own hands… “Oh, please.”

He chuckled behind her. “Is my talking dirty turning you on, pet?”

She nodded, her hair brushing her nose and driving her crazy but she wouldn’t let it ruin the moment. “Yes, Master. Oh, yes.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure Sofia will want to play in this room with Chris too. They could even be entering the house as we speak. I did tell her they could interrupt us whenever they wanted. What do you think your roommate would say if he saw you like this? Bent over, spreading yourself open so I can fuck your ass?”

She moaned, unable to stop herself from imagining her friends coming into the room, and seeing her like this. God, this was so wicked!

“I know Sofia would love it. She’d give anything to play with your tits and pussy while I fuck you hard.”

Faye’s heart skipped a beat. What? He wasn’t finished talking however.

“What do you think, baby? We could turn this swap into a full–blown orgy. I could fuck your ass while Sofia eats your pussy and Chris takes her from behind. We’d all be having fun, and I’m sure you’d come like you’ve never come before. What do you think, Faye? Would you be up for it? Would you want our hands on you? Our cocks in you? Our tongues?” He added a second finger inside her, the muscles stretching around his invasion. He added a third one, before saying, “Our fingers?”

Faye wasn’t altogether with it any longer. Her mind was assailed by images of what could happen, what might happen. Of them all in this same room, fucking and touching and kissing each other to a feverished climax. A frenzy of sex and love and cum. She didn’t even feel the pain that came with his touch on her rose, not even when he scissored his fingers wider. She barely felt them slip out of her, only to be replaced by the tip of his cock. But when he pushed forward, the rim of muscles popping open seconds later, she gasped and fell onto her knees. He slid out of her, his menacing growl making her shiver. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he kneeled behind her, his hands pushing on her shoulders until her chest was pressed against the floor.

In one push, he was back in his erstwhile position, his cock forcing its way inside her. He was big, so big it hurt. It hurt like it’d never hurt with her exes. Oh, it’d always been awkward, but she’d never felt pain like this. As if her ass was resisting him, as if it didn’t want to let go. “Stop!” He pulled back, to her immediate relief. That didn’t last long however. A second later, he was pressing on, her nails digging into the thick carpet. “Jake, please!”

“What did I say about you calling me that?” he growled, his tentative probings incessant.

“Please, Master, please. It hurts.”

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” His hands clasping her hips, he took a deep breath and released it. “Relax, pet. This will feel good. I promise you, it will feel good. Just…let me do this.”

“I–” She bit her lip, afraid she would be denied pleasure later if she denied him now. Pressing her forehead against the floor, she moved onto her elbows and thought of what she used to do when her ex wanted anal.
Push outward
? Yes, that was it. She closed her eyes and fought against the pain and that unending feeling of fullness. She fought the usual awkwardness, tried to remember how good it could feel. How good Jake had made her feel earlier. She opened her mouth, and asked, “Can I touch myself, Master?”