Masters at Arms (Rescue Me Saga, #0.5)(32)

When she saw it, he saw her butt cheeks clench. Her mouth fell open as she sucked air into her lungs.

“What’s your safe word, Melissa?”

“Cherry, Master Marco.”

“Use it if you need it.”

Whack.

The flat leather tip came down on her right cheek and she gasped. He watched as the red mark appeared on her olive-colored skin.

Whack.

Again on the left cheek. Normally, he would have rubbed her ass cheeks before beginning a spanking. He would have planned the scene and gotten his head in the zone, but his thoughts were a jumbled mess tonight. Not that Melissa would notice or care.

He delivered four more whacks in quick succession, alternating cheeks.

“Oh, God, yes!” She moaned.

Damn her for liking it, too. “Quiet!” The next blows fell to her upper thighs. One leg kicked out at him, nearly hitting him in the groin.

“Keep your legs down!”

She put her feet back on the floor. “Sorry, Sir.”

The next eight blows reddened her ass nicely. Dio, he didn’t like taking his pleasure when angry, but his cock throbbed at the sight. He needed to find release. He’d given her plenty of warning, if she wasn’t looking for sex tonight, but Melissa had never run cold on him before and he didn’t think she would this time. He reached into the bag and pulled out a condom package. Placing the riding crop on top of his bag, he tore open the foil packet.

“Yes, Master. Give me that big cock.”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” He ground the words out between his teeth as he sheathed himself. He most definitely didn’t give her permission to speak in porn-flick script lines either. Standing behind her, he reached down to stroke his fingers between her folds. Wet. He spread the moisture to encircle her clit, which protruded from its hood. Her ass bucked and tilted toward him. “Mmm.” He rammed two fingers inside her and she moaned, but didn’t speak.

Unable to wait any longer, he positioned himself behind her, held her ample hips with his hands, and thrust himself inside.

“Oh my God, Master!”

Ignoring her, he battered against her, his balls slapping against her *. He nearly pulled out of her, then pushed her legs open wider and slammed into her again.

“Sweet, Jesus! I need to come so badly, Marco!”

“Silence! You do not have permission to come yet.” He continued to pound her *, then reached down and took her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed hard. She bucked against him. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Please, Marco!”

“How do you address me?”

“Master Marco, please. I can’t wait any longer!”

“But you will.”

“Ohhh! Oh, yes!” As little as she could move with him confining her, she still managed to tilt her hips toward him, allowing him deeper access. “Fuck me, Master! Fuck me harder!”

He thrust until he felt his own explosion nearing. He purposely pictured her in bed with Gino to delay his own orgasm. “Come, now!” As she went over the top, he felt her vagina clenching his cock. He needed to hold out a little longer. He wasn’t finished with her yet.

“Oh, God! Ohhh, Marco, yesssss! Don’t stop!”

He leaned over her, continuing to stroke her clit even after her spasms had ended. She tried to move her pelvis to evade his fingers on her oversensitive clit.

“Come again.”

“No, Marco. I can’t.”

“Twice you have addressed me as Marco without using my proper title. You owe me two more orgasms.” They’d negotiated orgasm torture before, but broke up before they’d tried it. “I. Said. Come. Again.” He ground the words out against her ear. With her body restrained under his, he stroked her clit harder, faster. She couldn’t escape the pressure he applied. She was trapped.

Just as he was.

Trapped.

“Oh, my God! I’m coming! Oh, shit!” She bucked wildly against him, clenching his cock as another orgasm wracked her body, this one seeming to be more intense than the last. He’d been taught never to promise a sub something and not deliver, but delaying his own orgasm was hell.

He let her breathing slow a bit, then touched her clit again.

“Oh, God, don’t! Please, Mar…Master. Enough!”

His fingers stilled. “Do you wish to say your safe word?”

She paused, gasping for breath, then shook her head. He pulled her hair away from her face so he could judge whether she could take another one. He began stroking her clit again. Her cheeks were wet from tears, but her mouth panted as she let the sensations build again. Her mewling sounds told him she wasn’t in pain. Not that pain was necessarily a bad thing in Melissa’s book of needs.

He stroked her harder. Her screams became incoherent as she bucked against him.

“Open your eyes.”

She did as he ordered. He pinched her clit again, then stood up and rammed her with his cock.

“Oh, shit! Oh, Master, please! No more!”

Again and again, he thrust himself inside her, demanding more than he ever had before. He took perverse pleasure in making something so desired feel like a punishment. Not unlike his feeling of being trapped at this resort, staring at the mountains every day and knowing he couldn’t walk away from that god-damned desk and enjoy them as he had before Gino had joined the Marines.