Dangerous Master (7 page)
“Since you’ve been so good, I’ve brought you something.” Zane circled around the back of Clark, bending to speak into his ear. His gaze, however, was fixed on Mandy’s face. She wasn’t exactly clear to whom he was speaking. “You may look up.”
Clark’s eyes lifted. His gaze drifted over her form. His breathing visibly quickened, his wide chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. “Master.” He licked his lips.
“Would you like to see her tits?”
Clark nodded.
Mandy shifted on the bench, pressing her thighs together. She was feeling awkward and unsure. And turned on. Clark was looking at her like she was a great big sundae. That was a little unsettling. Zane was looking at her like she was a cute little bunny and he was a hungry wolf. That was extremely unsettling, but not necessarily in a bad way. Instantly, she recalled the last time she’d been in one of these rooms with him.
Her nerves started tingling all over.
“You know what you must do, then.”
“Yes, master.” Clark bent over and flicked his tongue over his own dick. Then he opened his mouth and sucked about a third of it in.
Mandy had never thought such a thing was possible. The man was sucking his own cock.
She watched, mesmerized, as a hunched-over Clark sucked himself to near orgasm. He started trembling all over, his skin glistening with sweat. His skin tinted a deep red. He stopped, jerking his head up. His eyes snapped to her chest, which was still clothed.
“Very good.” Zane smiled. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked Mandy.
“I ... yes. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Then you’ll give him his reward.”
Mandy’s gaze jumped back and forth from Clark’s eager expression to Zane’s dark hunger and back to Clark. He was like a puppy dog, waiting for his master to throw him a bone. She almost pitied him.
Feeling a little weird, she tugged her top up until the material was bunched above her breasts. Like last weekend, she was wearing no bra. Her nipples, she noticed, were hard. That wasn’t the only part of her anatomy that was reacting to this bizarre scenario.
Standing behind Clark, Zane demanded, “Take it off. All the way.”
She pulled it off, folded it, and set it on the floor beside the bench.
Clark’s gaze locked onto her boobs.
Zane’s meandered up and down her entire body. “What would you like him to do next?” Zane asked her.
“Well, gosh, I don’t know. What could possibly top a man giving himself a blow job? That was impressive.”
Zane went to the closet, returning with a dildo. He pulled over a bench and had Clark kneel at one end and rest his body over the seat, his profile turned to Mandy so she could watch from the side. “You’ll take my cock. All the way. My cock in your ass.”
“Yes, master. All the way. Thank you.” Clark accepted a bottle of lube from Zane, squirted some of the liquid onto his fingers, and spread it between his ass cheeks. Then he parted them for Zane.
Zane inspected his ass. “Good.” He handed the dildo to Clark. “Take my cock slowly. One fraction of an inch at a time. I want you to feel it go in, filling you, stretching you.”
Yessss. Mandy could imagine a thick, hard cock filling her pussy, slowly inching inside until she was deliciously full. Breathing heavily now, too, she watched Clark tremble as he gradually inserted the toy until there was only a small part remaining visible.
“Now I’ll fuck you. But I’m going to take my time building my pleasure. You like it that way, don’t you? My cock gliding in and out slowly.”
She sure did. “Yessss,” she said, realizing after she’d spoke that she’d said it aloud, rather than thinking it in her head. She sank her teeth into her lower lip and squeezed her thighs together. Her pussy was hot now, a pleasant pulsing sensation throbbing through her tissues. She clamped her inner walls around the tingling emptiness, wishing Zane would give her a big dildo to fuck herself with.
“Now, faster. My need is building,” Zane said, his voice changing. He sounded tense and breathless, as if he truly were fucking Clark’s ass. “Damn, you’re tight. So hot. So wet.”
Mandy swallowed a moan. He was looking at her like he was genuinely fucking her, and he sounded like he was, too. She could practically feel his cock gliding in and out of her clenching tissues, stretching them, stroking that magical spot inside.
“Faster, harder. Dammit, I want you. I want to hear you scream. But not yet.” Zane raked his fingernails down Clark’s back, and Clark trembled visibly, arching his spine, thrusting his ass up.
“Yes, master. Please more, master.” Clark was jamming that toy in and out of his ass now, the muscles of his shoulders and arms rippling as they tensed. The muscles of his ass bunched as they knotted. “Please, may I come?”
“Not yet,” Zane snapped. He licked a path down Clark’s back, from his nape to the top of his ass. He hooked his fingers again and dragged his nails down Clark’s back, leaving red welted stripes on his skin.
Mandy’s gaze lurched from Clark’s shaking body to Zane’s. What parts of him that were visible were strained with tension. Arms. Face. Neck. His lips parted. His teeth flashed bright against his dark skin. For a brief moment, they almost looked bigger than normal. Must have been the way the light struck them.
“Please, master.”
“You may not take your pleasure yet. No. Not until I give you permission.”
“Yes, master.” Clark slowed the pace of his thrusts slightly.
“No, I’ll fuck you as hard and as fast as I want. I won’t slow down.” Zane’s eyes dropped to her pussy. His tongue swept across his lower lip, and she remembered how incredible that same tongue had felt flicking over her clit.
Clark picked up the pace again. It was plain to Mandy’s eyes that he was on the verge of coming. Droplets of precum glistened at the tip of his ruddy cock. The flared head had widened, the color deepened. His testicles had risen, nestling up against his pelvis.
Zane bent over Clark, his head tipping down to nibble his neck or ear. Clark went still for the briefest second and then screamed. A jet of cum spurted from his cock. Another. More. He tossed his head back and thrust his hips back and forth until his orgasm had eased and he was sated.
Zane stood. Smiled. “Yes, very good. Now you’ll have your reward.” He went to the cabinet again. Produced another wrapped dildo. But instead of handing it to Clark, Zane scooped up the lube and handed it and the dildo to Mandy. “Amanda. He’ll take his reward now.”
7
M
andy looked down at the toy, then up at Zane.
andy looked down at the toy, then up at Zane.
Helping Clark up, Zane gave her a sharp look. “You watched him. Now he will watch you.”
They wanted her to masturbate in front of them? She shook her head. “But I—”
“You said ‘no penetration.’ My slave is not penetrating you.”
Clark was sitting quietly on the bench, waiting, his cock hard again.
“True. But—”
Zane silenced her argument by taking one of her nipples between his finger and thumb and giving it a little pinch. The pleasure-pain zinged through her body.
She jumped a little. Her pussy spasmed a lot. Maybe there was something to that whole pain-is-pleasure thing, when it came to sex.
“Are you going to try to convince yourself you don’t want to? Why?”
Now that was a question she didn’t know how to answer. Did she want to masturbate in front of these two gorgeous men? Her pussy sure wanted her to. What would be the harm in it? “I’m going to touch myself? You won’t touch me? And Clark won’t either?”
“We won’t. Unless, of course, you want us to.”
“O-okay.”
“You’ll enjoy it. I’m going to fuck you with my cock until you beg me for release.” He pointed at the dildo, making it clear that was the cock he was referring to. “And my submissive is going to watch.” Zane helped Mandy lean back on the slanted backrest. She lifted her hips and slipped her panties off, leaving her skirt on. When she parted her legs, the skirt bunched up, revealing her legs and her throbbing center.
“Before I push my cock inside, I want to touch your clit. Lightly at first.”
This was kinda like phone sex ... not that she’d ever called one of those sex lines.
Assuming Zane meant for her to touch herself, Mandy squirted some lube on her fingertip and started drawing slow circles over her clit. Round and round. With each stroke, her body warmed a little more. Her pussy became wetter. Ached a little worse.
“Yes, that is one pretty little pussy. I love to stroke it.”
This was crazy.
And insanely sexy.
She increased the pressure on her clit a tiny bit. Ah, yes. Better. A wave of heat washed through her body.
“Open your legs wider.” His voice was a low rumble. “Now, I want to feel how tight your cunt is. I want to fuck you with a finger while I stroke your clit.”
She stretched her legs wider apart and, while still circling her clit, pushed the index finger of her other hand into her wet pussy. She contracted her inner muscles, tightening her slick heat around her finger.
“Damn, you’re wet. And tight. I can’t wait to thrust my cock into that heat. You’re going to take me deep inside soon. But first I want to tease you, bring you to the verge of release.”
Zane was one cruel son of a bitch, but she’d already figured that out. She shuddered as another wave of carnal need buzzed through her body. She kept her eyes closed as she stroked herself to the edge of release. Two fingers fucked her pussy while the others tormented her aching clit. Hotter she became. Her body tightened. A slight sheen of sweat slickened her skin. A tingle started at the base of her clit... .
“Stop. Now,” Zane ordered.
Breathless, and one stroke away from an orgasm, she threw her hands up over her head. She dragged in one, two gulps of air, then slowly exhaled.
“Damn,” Clark murmured. “I want that pussy.”
“She’s not yours,” Zane said, his voice sharp. “She’s mine.”
His? Since when?
A quiver raced up her spine.
His?
She blinked open her eyes, and her gaze was instantly captured by his. His expression was intense. A glimmer of something feral, carnal, flickered in his eyes.
“Mine,” he repeated. Then, shifting his position ever so slightly, he ordered, “I am going to eat your pussy now. I’m going to taste your honey, fuck your cunt with my tongue, and lick away your cream.”
Was he? Or did he want her to imagine it again?
Hands trembling, she nodded.
He moved like a panther, every motion graceful and smooth. His gaze never left hers as he stalked across the room. He loomed over her for a handful of heartbeats. She swallowed a lump.
This was really going to happen.
“Mine,” he repeated as he sank to his knees. His fingers curled around her ankles. He pulled them wider apart, opening her heated center to him. His nostrils flared as he inhaled. “You smell so fucking good.” His tongue swept across his bottom lip. A current of electricity buzzed through her system.
She’d never seen a hotter fuck-me look, not ever. Not even in the movies or in a music video. Just his expression alone was making her pussy clench and unclench. Sticky cream was trickling down her ass cheeks.
Did this man know how to stir a girl’s anticipation!
“Slave. Come hold her legs,” Zane said. “Hold them up high and out.”
Clark walked around behind the slanted bench back, caught her ankles in his fists, and lifted them high up in the air. He spread his arms to their fullest reach, creating a wide vee with her straight legs.
Shifting forward, Zane nipped the supersensitive back of her thigh, now exposed by her position. He licked and nibbled the other one. He alternated back and forth, from one leg to another, teasing, tormenting, until she was trembling from head to toe. Finally, he spread her labia, exposing her throbbing clit, and gave it a couple of light flicks with his tongue.
Her back arched. Her heart jerked in her chest.
She was about to explode.
He stopped. “Not yet. You can’t come yet.”
Was he freaking crazy? Or just unbelievably mean?
“Please,” she whispered.
“I just started.” Gently, he applied pressure on her stomach, coaxing her to flatten her back against the bench’s back.
“I know, but ...” She didn’t finish her sentence. She couldn’t remember what the hell she was about to say.
He swirled his tongue round and round her clit, the movement slow, the pressure absolutely perfect.
“Oooohhhhhh,” she heard herself say as Zane ate her pussy like no man had ever done before. He was a master of the art, knowing exactly how to stroke, where and how fast and how hard, and ohmygod she was going to come ...
He stopped. “No!”
She whimpered. Her muscles were pulled so tight she felt like she was tied in one big knot. She was so hot, she thought she might spontaneously combust. And she was so desperate for release that she was willing to do just about anything to have an orgasm.
“When you come, you’re going to scream my name,” he said, sliding the tip of his index finger between her lips. He tasted salty, good. She flicked her tongue over it, swirled it round, simulating oral sex. His jaw clenched. “My name.” He withdrew his finger, traced a meandering line down her chin, the side of her neck, the center of her chest. It took a turn to the right, moving over the swell of a breast to take a few turns around a nipple. Her sensitive flesh responded, pulling into a tight little tip. Tiny currents of pleasure zipped through her.
She looked at him, framed by her spread legs. The man was her vision of a wet dream, in every sense of the word. His face as impossibly gorgeous as any model or actor. His body a work of art. But it was his eyes that made her melt. She saw something in them. Not just raw, primal need. Something more.
He shifted forward again, this time using his fingers to open her cunt lips wide. His tongue plunged in and out of her, the shallow thrusts more of a tease than a relief. On the verge of tears now, she curled her fingers into his hair, fisting the silken strands, and held him to her swollen, throbbing center.
“Please.”
He grabbed her wrists, jerking her hands away from his head. “Now you’re ready for my cock.” Not giving her any reason to suspect he meant the real thing, he unwrapped the dildo. His face was gleaming with her cream as his lips curled into a wicked smile. He placed the head of the dildo at her entrance. She strained, waiting, breathless, desperate for that first blissful thrust.
“Tell me what I have been waiting to hear,” he said.
What was he waiting to hear? Confused, she looked at him, her eyes searching his. What?
“Tell me this pussy is mine.”
“It’s yours,” she whispered.
The dildo plunged inside, pushing through her swollen tissues to fill her perfectly. She moaned with the pleasure, grateful she wasn’t empty any longer.
“Yes, please fuck your pussy,” she murmured, throwing her hands up over her head to curl her fingers over the top of the backrest. As the toy slammed in and out of her, stroking her intimately, she clenched her pussy, heightening her pleasure. In and out it thrust, each gliding movement bringing with it a flurry of glorious sensation. The pleasure of each intimate stroke. The scent of her own desire in the air. The sound of her little moans and groans.
Zane tongued her clit as he rammed that thick toy into her, adding another level of bliss to what was quickly becoming overwhelming.
“Please? Now?” she asked, quaking with the need to come. “Now?” She was ready. Right there. Just a little more. Would he let her this time? “Oh, please.”
“Yes. Now. Come now.”
Her pussy spasmed around his cock as a tidal wave of carnal heat crashed over her. She was swept away into a world of sensation for a handful of glorious seconds. Gradually, the climax ended, leaving her feeling satisfied and giddy and tingly all over.
Her legs were gently lowered, but she didn’t pull her knees together to hide herself. She wanted him to see every little twitch.
Zane angled his body over hers, fisted her hair on either side of her face, and kissed her furiously, his groin grinding against her still-sensitive flesh. “Damn you, Amanda,” he muttered into their joined mouths. “Damn you for making me want you so badly.” He broke the kiss.
More than a little dizzy, Mandy slowly lifted her heavy eyelids. Clark was pulling on his clothes. He was talking to Zane in a hushed voice. Zane responded.
Trying to make out what they were saying, Mandy sat upright, turning her head toward them.
Not a word.
Clark left while Zane watched him go.
Zane didn’t turn around to face her right away, leaving her to study his body language. One arm rested against the door frame. The other was bent in front of him. His head was lowered.
Was he upset? Why?
Feeling a little uncomfortable, Mandy stood, tugging her skirt back down where it belonged. She grabbed her shirt and yanked it over her head. “I guess I should be going,” she mumbled, tottering toward the door. She’d have to walk past him to leave. She had a feeling it was going to be awkward for some reason.
Sure enough, as she shuffled by him, he grabbed her arm. There’d be no quick escape.
His gaze snapped to hers. She couldn’t read his expression.
“You forgot something.”
She did?
Oh! “Camera.”
He pulled it from his pocket and placed it in her upturned palm. His fingertips grazed her skin. That tiny touch sent a wave of electricity buzzing through her whole body.
“Thanks for not breaking it this time,” she said.
“You were almost caught. You don’t want that to happen.”
“I hear you.”
His gaze intensified. “Whatever the client is paying, it isn’t worth it.”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss my case.” She shoved the faux lighter into her pocket. “Speaking of cases, I’m sorry but I can’t accept your generous job offer.”
He didn’t look surprised. His mouth tensed ever so slightly. “Very well.”
“I appreciate the offer.”
“Sure.”
Now she felt really, really uncomfortable. She pulled her arm. Thankfully, he released it. “I guess I’ll see you around.” Feeling some sense of relief, she passed through the doorway.
Maybe he was right. Maybe she needed to find another way to catch Clark in the act. Clearly, this was getting her nowhere fast. At least, no closer to collecting another paycheck.
He stopped her again, this time by looping an arm around her waist and hauling her back against him. His body was hard and hot. A very pronounced rigid lump was pressing into her spine. He gathered her hair and brushed it over one shoulder. She stood there, immobile, and just about melted.
“I don’t know what it is about you.”
“I don’t know either,” she mumbled, letting her head fall back.
Holding her tight, he tongued her earlobe. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She had to admit, but only to herself, she’d been thinking about him, too. More than she wanted to. “I ... I don’t know what to say.”
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