Claimed for the Master's Pleasure (Guilty Pleasures #5)(36)
He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her perfume, enjoying her soft, feminine skin caressing his own where it touched. “I think my slave has gone mute. She must be very, very afraid of the punishment I have lined up for her.”
Jake positioned his cock between her * lips, and slowly sunk inside her. He closed his eyes, reveling in the wonderful feeling of her tight, wet cunt wrapped so deliciously around his throbbing shaft.
He knew she wanted to speak, and tell him how lovely he felt deep inside her. She remained quiet, except for her accelerated breathing. He felt the tremors racking through her * as she fought to stay in control. If it came down to a battle of wills, he would emerge the victor. It was his duty as a Dom to gain her submission.
Jake continued sliding his prick deep inside her tight, wet channel. He marveled at the amount of natural lubrication an aroused woman could produce. To have found a partner who fitted so perfectly into his life made him high on endorphins, and he thanked his lucky stars their paths had crossed. At that precise moment, he knew he loved Lia more than life itself.
He couldn’t resist twisting his fingers into her gorgeous honey-blonde hair. Gently gathering it in his fist, he pulled on her golden mane. Her head lifted slightly, and he gradually raised her upper body from the desk, until her arms were pulled taut and her elbows locked out. Jake knew Lia’s new position would cause her clitoris to come into contact with the edge of his desk, stimulating her further. He figured it wouldn’t be long before she gave him exactly what he desired.
Using his other hand, he massaged her enlarged nipples between a finger and thumb. He continued to pound his meat inside her, almost withdrawing completely, before burying himself to the hilt once more, with one powerful lunge after another.
It was time to take things further.
“Slaves like you need taming. They need bringing into line for their own good.” He roughly brushed his thumb across her beautiful, full lips, smearing her bright red lipstick. “You’re so f*cking sexy, my slave.” Jake let her hair go before sliding open a drawer in his desk. “I have something for you. I think you’ll approve.” He removed a riding crop, and held it out in front of her. “Look, my slave, see how thoughtful your Master is.” The riding crop was about eighteen inches in length and made of leather. A small flexible tongue was attached to the end. He swished it noisily in front of her, making her head jerk backward.
“This is how I train wayward slaves. I spank them with this. Do you want to know where I’ll spank you?”
Jake smiled to himself when Lia didn’t answer. He’d given her a dilemma. If she’d replied, she would have broken his rule on keeping quiet. “I know it seems unfair, but by being disrespectful and not responding to your Master’s question, I shall have to discipline you even more severely.”
Still deep inside her, Jake eased them both away from the desk. He reached around and lifted her clitoral hood, exposing her hidden sexual pearl. When he placed the tip of the riding crop against her glistening bead, he was rewarded by a jolt that racked through her body.
“Please, Sir, may I speak, Sir?”
“You may.”
“It feels so nice, Sir. I don’t deserve such kindness.”
“Your Master is feeling benevolent.” He tapped the riding crop against her exposed sex again. “I was minded to redden your cute little ass with this crop, but on second thoughts I aim to administer exactly what you need. Right now.” Jake moved his hand, leaving her * open to his discipline. He then wrapped his arm firmly around her waist, holding her steady. In quick succession, he slapped her sexual nub several times with the riding crop, being careful not to whip too hard. Small cries began leaving her lips.
“Please, Sir, I…”
The slaps to her clitoris would hold back her orgasm. But, boy, when she eventually climaxed, he knew from previous experience that her orgasm would be mind blowing.
Finding a perfect rhythm, he administered the crop to her clit in synch with his lunges, making her buck and writhe beneath him. He felt her tremors squeezing his shaft. Judging by her sexual moans, he knew she was enjoying his discipline. Each time the leather tip of the crop came into contact with her clit, she reared back, and a series of whimpers left her lips. With her breathing heavy, powerful spasms racked through her *, and pulsed pleasurably around his cock.
“Oh, Sir, I’m begging you, harder, harder.”
“Yes, my slave. You’re just like a wild filly. You need bringing into line. Your Master is always in charge.” Lia loved being at his mercy. He whipped the crop harder against her sexual core. The sound of leather connecting with her engorged flesh, and her whimpers of submission, made him feel powerful and alive.
“I need…please…harder…” Her words trailed away.
Jake raised the pace, whipping the crop more firmly against her clit. Incoherent moans began spilling from her beautiful, sexy lips. Her * clamped hard around his dick, trying to suck the contents from his balls. Sensing she was close, he pounded his length harder and faster inside her. Her cries of pleasure and pain became whimpers of pure sexual enjoyment as her orgasm finally shattered through. Spasm after spasm vibrated through her *, teasing his potent shaft. He pumped energetically inside her, until he finally climaxed with a loud, guttural groan. He dropped the crop and held her tightly in his arms, aware of his own body jerking involuntarily, as his semen spilled deep inside her.