Claimed for the Master's Pleasure (Guilty Pleasures #5)(40)

“Are you ready, slave?”

Her head snapped to attention when he spoke, making his decision to use a butter knife the right one.

He hunkered down beside her and whispered in her ear. “Lie perfectly still, slave, and all will be well. Disobey my instructions and you may well regret it.” He pressed the blade to her lips, and an aura of acceptance descended around her. He could just hear a whimper deep in her throat as she fought the impulse to move. “Keep very still, my slave. Very, very still. Any unintentional movement could be most unfortunate for you.”

He knew Lia was entirely focused on him, one hundred percent. Her complete submission made him feel powerful and alive. Lifting her chin, he slowly trailed the tip of the blade down her neck, until it reached her frightened, pulsating throat. From past experience with other subs, he knew the blade would feel razor sharp. Her breathing quickened, and her stomach undulated even faster. Her mouth parted and she swallowed nervously, but she remained perfectly still. Just like a statue.

“Very good, slave,” he praised. “You please me.”

Jake trailed the blade down her cleavage, before circling the base of each breast with the cold steel. The breath hitched in her throat as he held the knife to a perfect pink rosebud nipple. Using his other hand he smoothed a path to her stomach, which quivered and vibrated excitedly beneath his fingertips. He massaged the soft flesh of her belly, and then teased a finger over her clit. Her inner thoughts spilled from her lips in series of moans.

“I know you want to move, slave. You want to thrust your clit against my finger and enjoy the pleasure that your Master gives you.”

“Oh, yes, Sir, please, Sir.”

“It must be really hard wanting to move, but knowing you can’t because the knife is so sharp. Just one small movement could prove fatal.”

“Sir, have mercy on me, please.”

Jake sensed a growing panic in her voice, and removed the knife from her breast. Teasing her further, he stroked a finger over the swelling bundle of clitoral nerves. As he finger-f*cked her clit he reintroduced the knife to her nipple.

A gasp left her lips. “Sir, please. What if I can’t stop myself from moving?”

Jake leaned in and pressed his mouth to her ear. “It is entirely your choice, slave. Actions have consequences,” he whispered.

Using the palm of his hand he pressed down on her stomach and then slid a finger deep into her sopping slit. A long, slow whimper left her lips.

“Sir, please, Sir, I’m begging you, please.”

“Very well, your Master is feeling benevolent. I will give you a moment to regain your composure. Thank your Master for his kindness.”

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you.”

Straddling the bench himself, Jake placed the knife within reach and then sat facing Lia. He lifted her long, slender legs, and draped them across his thighs. Lia’s beautiful body spread out before him. Her open cunt glistened with feminine arousal. His cock pushed relentlessly against the inside of his pants. Fuck, he wanted her.

He reached for the knife once more. In this position he could accelerate the play. He trailed the tip of the knife between her breasts and down her stomach, until he circled it provocatively inside her beautiful belly button.

“Please, Sir.”

“Quiet, my slave.”

Using the finger and thumb of his free hand, he took hold of her genital piercing and peeled back her sexy clitoral hood.

The words, “Oh, no, Sir, please,” whispered from her mouth.

Jake placed the cool tip of the butter knife against her exposed clit. He knew this would tip her over the edge.

“Now, more than ever, stay absolutely still, my slave. Don’t so much as twitch, or even breathe too deeply.” A soft moan left her lips as he feathered the cold steel across her engorged clit once more. He knew from her frightened reaction that she believed he was holding the hunting knife.

“Who’s in charge, slave?”

“You are, Sir, always.”

“You don’t sound very convincing.” Jake exerted more pressure on the knife.

The words he craved the most began spilling from her lips in a torrent. “I’m begging you, Sir, have mercy on this slave. She’ll never try and make you do anything, ever again. Please, Sir, I’m begging you. You’re in charge. You’re the Master.”

Jake smiled to himself. He knew Lia would only keep her promise until the next time. Then he would have to discipline her again. The hours of fun he would have with her achingly beautiful body would be worth the disobedience.

“Very well, slave. You have pleased me with your apology.” Jake threw the knife away, signaling an end to her discipline. It clattered noisily as it made contact with the floor. Lia let out a long, lingering breath, a sigh of intense relief. Jake smoothed his hands over her stomach before molding her breasts together, pushing them upward into impossible creamy mounds. She writhed beneath his touch, and he squeezed her nipples tightly between his finger and thumb. Her lips parted on a cry of sexual indulgence.

“Yes, Sir, yes.”

“Now you get the f*cking of a lifetime.” Standing slightly, Jake leaned forward and kissed her lips. He smoothed his hands down her soft, slender arms until he reached the handcuffs, which clamped her wrists together under the exercise bench. He released the safety catch and they sprung open. His erect cock pressed against her *. The only thing that prevented cunt and prick contact was the thin material of his sweatpants. He pulled back, returning to a sitting position, bringing Lia with him. Her arms circled his shoulders as she clung desperately to him. The handcuffs still attached to her one wrist swung loosely as they trailed down his back. He knew he’d pushed her, but he also knew she enjoyed the play, too. Quickly he yanked down his pants and held his rock-hard prick against the entrance to her *.