Mastered by the CEO (Mastered By #4) (9 page)

“Yes. Oh, yes. Please. More.”

He thrust two more times. Her passage ached as it clutched at his cock, trying to draw it even deeper inside her. Her body quivered with building need.

“Fuck me!” she squealed. She needed more than the meager thrusts he was teasing her with. “Oh, please fuck me hard.”

He drove deep again. Then again. She sucked in air as the world blurred around her. Her eyelids fluttered as she longed for more.

His lips nuzzled her temple. “Slide your hands to your ass and squeeze it together for me.”

Without thought, she slid her hands over her backside and squeezed the cheeks together. He started to pump within her.

“Oh!”

Squeezing her ass tightened her passage around him, intensifying the feel of his cock sliding in and out.

He thrust faster, filling her with his marble-hard shaft. Sending pleasure rushing through her like an electrical surge. She gasped as an orgasm flooded through her. Sudden and unexpected.

Effortless.

He thrust as she moaned.

“Who’s making you come?”

“Oh, yes! Oh, M…M…M…” She could barely catch her breath. “Master,” she finally wailed as she shattered in a cataclysmic blast of euphoria.

She drifted on a cloud. Her cells exploding one by one. Filling her with delightful, bursts of ecstasy. Then she imploded, sucking in a breath, then wailing at the top of her lungs.

She felt him burst inside her, heat filling her and carrying her to a new high.

Finally, she collapsed, realizing her torso rested on a soft bed, her Master’s big body resting on top of her. He was heavy and she was crushed to the mattress, but she didn’t want him to move away. She wanted to be beneath him forever, his huge cock inside her. His body possessing her completely

* * *

That morning, he ordered her to make breakfast, then clean up after while he read. When she was finished, he instructed her to sit on the couch across from him naked.

“I want you wet and ready for me at all times,” he said. “I want to see your nipples hard and straining. And I want your pussy visibly wet.”

“Yes, Master.”

She tweaked her nipple with one hand while she moved the other to her pussy. She stroked the folds.

“Open your legs so I can see.”

She widened her legs. The embarrassment from yesterday was gone. Right now she wanted him to look at her.

She pinched her other nipple, tugging on it hard so it would sprout forward. Her fingers dipped inside her vagina and she stroked the silky flesh inside.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes, Master. Would you like me to show you?”

“Yes. Open your pussy lips. Let me see.”

She did as he said. The heat in his eyes warmed her. She could imagine her folds glistening with her slickness.

She longed for him to come and touch her, but instead he returned to reading his book. She sat, open to him. Longing for him. But time ticked by as he ignored her.

After half an hour, he looked up again.

“Your nipples aren’t hard.”

Anxiety rippled through her at the thought she’d disappointed him.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she said as she tweaked her nipples aggressively, making them harden and elongate.

“It’s too late for that.”

Oh, God, had she failed? Did this mean he would send her packing?

At that moment, she realized she hadn’t thought about her job or what this weekend meant toward gaining it back for her. All she cared about right this instant was that she didn’t want this weekend to end.

“Please, Master. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

He ignored her pleas and stood up.

“Follow me.”

She followed him down the hall, back to the room he’d taken her to last night. The one with the floggers. He grasped the back of her neck and guided her to the padded bench she’d stood beside yesterday.

“Bend over,” he commanded.

She bent over until her torso rested on the padding. He stretched her arms downward and bound them to the front of the bench with straps affixed to the wooden surface. Then he crouched behind her and she felt her ankles strapped into position.

He walked to the wall and selected a flogger—pink suede. As he walked toward her, he stroked the long, flat tails. She watched them glide through his fingers like silk.

He walked behind her and she tensed, expecting a stinging blow, but instead, the suede tails glided over her back in light strokes. Then they rippled from side to side. Soft. Caressing.

She relaxed, soothed by the lulling gentleness.

Then the soft fabric lifted from her skin, and connected sharply, stinging a little. But quickly soothing again in a soft caress.

Then a stinging contact again, a little more than last time.

Another gentle stroke.

Her heart pumped faster as the flogger lifted again. This time it came down harder and she gasped.

Then the strands glided over her ass. Ripples of awareness jolted through her. He pressed the handle, which felt like a series of stacked balls, against her ass and dragged it between her cheeks. The tip pressed against her anal opening and pushed against it.

She gasped. She’d never had anal sex and… Oh, God was he going to push that inside her?

To her shock she arched her ass upward, as if inviting him to do it.

He chuckled, but glided the handle over her slick folds. She felt the tip push against her vagina. It pressed in a little.

Oh, God she wanted him to drive it deep into her. She wanted to squeeze it inside her. To feel every bump and ridge of it.

He pressed in about an inch… not enough… then he glided it over her soaking wet folds.

Suddenly, the tails whipped against her ass, making her gasp.

They swirled lightly over her stinging skin.

Then they whipped against it again.

She cried out.

“Do you want me to stop?”

His words jarred her. Her ass burned. Another stroke would hurt even more.

But she realized she didn’t want him to stop.

“No, Master. Please. I want more.”

He seemed to hesitate, then finally the flogger whipped against her ass again. She cried out.

Then she felt hot flesh push against her opening. She whimpered. At the sound, he thrust deep into her. She contracted around him, wanting him to stay buried inside her body.

The flogger stroked over her back again. He swirled it back and forth over her skin, as he dragged his cock along her passage. When he thrust in again, the flogger slashed across her skin.

“Ohhhhh!”

The burning pain and pleasure combined in an iridescent shimmer of delight.

He thrust again, whipping her again. She moaned long and loud.

Then she felt the slick tip of the flogger handle push against her ass. The pressure increased until it pushed inside. Just a little, but she moaned at the unexpectedly delightful sensation.

He pumped into her, his big cock gliding deep and slow, filling her thoroughly, while he pulsed the slick handle in her ass in equally slow, but short strokes, never going in more than an inch.

Her ass seemed to blossom. Relaxing and opening to him.

“Oh, more, please.”

“More what, baby?”

“I want…” She wiggled her ass, trying to articulate. “Inside my ass. More…”

He stroked her ass with his hand and eased the rod in deeper.

“Oh, God, yes.”

Then he thrust his hard cock into her. Picking up speed. He held the handle in place, concentrating on fucking her now. She squeezed, her back channel, tightening around the ridged handle and her vagina clamping tight around him.

“Ah, fuck, baby. I want you to come right now.”

As if his words alone had the power to make her climax, an orgasm exploded inside her, battering her senses with pure ecstasy. He plunged deeper and faster, driving her pleasure higher.

Then he groaned, his heat erupting inside her. She burst into another orgasm.

Finally, he slumped on top of her, the action driving the handle in her ass a little deeper. She moaned with pleasure.

He stood up and stroked her ass.

“You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.” Her words came out breathless.

He pushed it deeper inside her, drew it out, then pushed it deep again. Her whole world wobbled. An orgasm was only a breath away.

Then he pulled it free.

“Oh, noooo. Please.”

He smacked her bottom with his hand.

“Sorry, baby. I love that having something shoved up your ass turns you on so much, but if you’re going to come that way, it’ll only be if I’m inside you. Understand?”

“Of course, Master.”

* * *

That afternoon, King could hardly contain himself. His cock was hard non-stop. He longed to strip her bare and drive his thick cock right up her ass. To feel her tight canal strangle his thick member while he drove into her.

But he needed to calm down. So he’d commanded her to dress and do some work in the backyard. Unfortunately, watching her denim clad ass as she leaned over, pulling weeds, only aggravated his need.

Fuck, Rachel was the perfect sub. He’d been sure she’d balk at calling him Master and that she’d show some resistance along the way. He’d actually expected a lot of resistance, even if passive. He knew she would try to hide it, because she really wanted her job.

But he could tell that she
wanted
him to command her. She loved him taking total control of her.

She was a natural sub.

He stood up and walked outside, then stripped off his clothes and dove into the pool. When his head broke from the water, he saw her watching him, a weed dangling from her hand.

She dropped it on the ground and walked toward the pool, shedding her clothes as she walked. Her top fell to the ground, then she stripped away her bra. His cock swelled at the sight of her full breasts. Her jeans and panties dropped to the ground, then she walked down the steps into the water and swam toward him and right into his arms. Her lips found his and her soft, naked body pressed against him as her tongue thoroughly explored his mouth.

“Master, I want to please you. I want to make your body sing.” Her hand wrapped around his growing column. She stroked him and he swelled within her grip.

She dove under the water and he felt her hot mouth consume him. The feel of her warmth around his cock in contrast to the cool water around the rest of him made his head spin.

She sucked and stroked for a moment, then came up for air.

“That was delightful, slave, but I sense you want something.”

“Only what I know you want, too.” She turned away from him and leaned against the side of the pool, presenting her ass to him. She widened her legs, exposing her slick folds. Then she grasped her ass cheeks and pulled them wide, exposing her little puckered opening.

“Please fuck my ass, Master. I need to feel you there so bad.”

The desperation in her voice shocked him. And his cock throbbed with the need to be inside her.

“Fuck, baby. I need to go get some lube.”

She ran her fingers over her pussy, then held them up. “Isn’t this good enough?”

He groaned and closed the distance between them. When he pressed his cock to her slick slit, she pushed back against him, taking the tip of his head inside. He drove forward, filling her slick passage in one stroke.

He was so dizzy with need he could just keep on pumping, then climax within seconds.

But he pulled out and pressed his cockhead to her ass.

* * *

Rachel felt the pressure and tensed a little, nervousness catching her off guard. All she’d been able to think about ever since their encounter in the flogger room was the feel of that beaded handle inside her. Stimulating her. How it felt when she squeezed around it. As soon as her Master said that if she came with something in her ass it would be him, she couldn’t stop thinking of his big, fat cock driving deep inside her there.

The whole time she’d been pulling weeds from the garden, she’d imagined her hand was wrapping around his cock rather than the stem of a plant. That she was pulling him toward her. She’d purposefully faced away from the window, so every time she leaned over he’d see her ass.

Now he was here and his big cock was pressing against her puckered opening.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve got me to hot, I’m not thinking straight. But I’m not going to rush this.”

He took her hand and pulled her from the pool, then led her into the house at a trot. He didn’t seem to care that they were wet and dripping all over his floors, even as they hurried up the carpeted stairs.

Once in his bedroom, he opened his dresser drawer, then pulled out a bottle. He flipped open the top.

“Oh, please, Master. Let me.”