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Authors: Megan Slayer

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Gifted (sWet)

BOOK: Gifted (sWet)
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Megan Slayer


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 “You’ve been a good sub for me, Pet.” Master G folded his arms. “Very good.”

Nadia fought the urge to squirm under his appraisal. His dark eyes didn’t shine the way they did when they played any other time. No, something had changed between them. His words sounded happy, but his expression revealed nothing. She bit down hard on the o-ring gag and returned her gaze to the floor.

“Hands.” Master G waved his fingers. “Now.”

She did as told, offering her wrists to him. Master G tugged her arms over her head and secured the cuffs to the hook above her head. She stretched to balance on her toes.

Instead of his normal routine of touching her breasts or pussy, he withdrew a thick red ribbon from his pocket. They’d never discussed ribbon play, not that she minded. She enjoyed having her breasts bound.  Hell, she liked being bound and left to anticipate when he’d return.

Master G wrapped the thick ribbon around her breasts in a figure-eight form, then tied the loose ends in the middle.  He stepped back, folded his arms and nodded.

“Pet, I don’t know how else to say this, so I’ll be blunt. I’m gifting you to someone else. I’ve enjoyed our playtime, but you need more than I can offer.”

Her mind reeled. She needed more? What the fuck? When they played, per the agreement, she got what she wanted—stress relief and orgasms. He got what he wanted—a willing, quiet submissive. How was this not working for him? The asshole. She gritted her teeth on the o-ring gag. And who the hell was he to gift her to someone else?

“Pet, you’ve done well, but I think Master S will suit you better.” He nodded to her once, then folded his hands behind his back and strolled out of the playroom.

Frustration and embarrassment spiraled through her veins. The rat bastard had the nerve to walk away from her, fine, but then he
her bound for the next guy? Jesus.


She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, balancing on her toes in those boots. Master G loved her in the ballet-style pointed boots. She didn’t care. They looked hot on her feet and the feel of the leather surrounding her legs past her knees added to her pleasure. She closed her eyes and listened for the next person to enter the room. Her new master.

The door creaked, causing her to open her eyes. The moment she caught sight of the man, her anger toward Master G evaporated. Long legs encased in tight-fitting leather. Muscle-corded arms with just a hint of hair sprinkling on the surface. He wore the standard leather-and-studs harness, which accentuated his broad chest. His boots padded on the thick carpeted floor as he stalked towards her. A shiver ran up her spine. She liked men who looked like they could take charge. She’d asked for a man just like him when she signed up for sessions at The Q—someone to make her forget the stress at work and to take the control from her hands.

He fit her bill. Like to a T.

Nadia forced her gaze to the floor. He deserved respect, no matter who the hell he was.

“So you’re mine?” He curled his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “My name is Master S. I’m told your name is Pet. Correct?” He removed the gag. “I do want you to answer me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. She noticed the dusting of scruff on his cheeks. What would that feel like on her inner thighs? Heaven, most likely. Master S pulled at the bow between her breasts. Slowly and with the right amount of drag to remind her she’d been bound, the ribbon came away from her chest.

“Such a pretty present. You will address me as Sir.” He rubbed his thumb across her chin. “I’ve been given a list of your nos, per the club agreement, and I’ve been watching you with Master G. So willing and responsive to him, but he isn’t what you need. I’ll push you while making sure you’re pleasured the way you crave. Tell me your safe word.”


“Good, Pet.” He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged. Electric sizzles surged from her scalp to her pussy. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “All mine.”

“Thank you, Sir. Punish me, Sir. Please?” She barely recognized the need in her voice.

He let go of her hair, then slipped the cuffs off the hook above her head. “The rest of the world ceases to exist once we start. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He strode away from her long enough to open the drawer on the bondage table. “So many choices and only a short period of time.” He withdrew a length of rope, something in plastic she couldn’t see, a leash and another collar. Something else crinkled, but she couldn’t make out what he’d picked up.

“You need a proper collar.” He crossed the short distance back to where she stood and left the other items on the metal table at her side. Master S unlocked the collar and held it around her throat. “As long as you wear this, you’re mine. Do you accept this collar?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Even Master G never used a collar on her, and she’d been his primary play toy. The collar, leather and thick studs, rested heavy around her throat. When she swallowed, the weight of the collar reminded her she belonged to someone.

 “Turn around,” he said and snicked the lock in place. When she did as told, he unlocked the cuffs around her wrists long enough to pull her arms behind her back. “That’s better. On your knees. I want to see what you can do.”


Nadia settled at his feet. The cushioning on the floor padded her where she’d landed on her knees. She reached forward, grabbing his zipper with her teeth. Although she shouldn’t, she glanced up at her new master. His hands on his hips, Master S tilted his head to the side. 

“Do you want my cock?” He arched his hips, giving her more access. “Work for it.”

She gripped the metal tab in her teeth and tugged. Eventually the zipper parted and his dick sprang free of the leather constraints. His cock slapped her on the nose.

“Thank you, Sir. Use me some more?” She squatted down more and licked the underside of his prick.

“Bad girls don’t follow the rules,” he said and swatted her cheek with his cock. “I’ll punish you later. Get me nice and wet.” He fisted her hair once more and guided himself into her mouth. “Take it all.”

Every nerve ending in her body misfired. She craved his touch and his domination. The rest of the world did slip away. Nothing mattered but what he wanted to do to her. Would he use the wax? Clamps? Vibrating ass plug? God, the possibilities were endless.

She took him deep into her mouth and massaged him with the back of her throat. Her pussy clenched with need. She longed to feel his cock in her cunt, stretching her to her limits.

“More, Pet.” He grabbed her hair with both hands and set the pace. “More.” He rocked his hips, fucking her face hard. Each time he bumped the back of her throat, she relaxed to take him deeper. His balls smacked her chin with each thrust.

“Fuck.” He pulled out and released her hair, shoving her down. Nadia landed on her ass on the floor with a thump. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. Being used by him exhilarated her. She rolled over, propped herself up on her knees, with her shoulders on the ground, then offered her ass.

“You want your punishment too much.” Master S dropped to one knee and affixed a leash to her collar. “Crawl to me.” He stood and pulled on the chain. “Come on.”

He led her to the padded sawhorse. “Up.” He patted the dull leather surface once. “Now.”

Albeit without her normal grace, she climbed aboard the bondage furniture and spread her legs wide. Her breasts rested on either side of the main padding. She tilted her head to the side, gag still in place, and watched him move about the room.

Master S tucked a flogger into his front pocket. “This is for later.” He knelt beside her and locked her ankle into the cuff on the leg of the sawhorse. Once he locked her other ankle in the restraints, he moved to the head of the furniture and rested on his knees before her. The leather tightened around his legs, accentuating every last bit of muscle on his frame. He caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb, his touch warm on her skin. “You don’t want to use your safe word, do you?”

“No, Sir,” she said around the gag. Not in the least. She wanted to ride this wave of pleasure as far as he’d take her and struggle for more of his touch in order to earn more punishment. She craved being touched by this handsome male specimen.

“Very good, Pet.” Master S picked up a plastic bag he’d placed by the sawhorse. “You need more jewelry.” He opened the baggie and held up a butterfly nipple clip. The metal shone in the harsh playroom light. “I brought these just for you.”

He squeezed the clamp a couple of times, then affixed it to her right nipple. The pinch surged from her tit to her cunt and settled in her brain. And he still had the other nipple to clamp. The thick metal dangled from her breast.

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