Make Me Yours (24 page)

“One of my favorites. Jack and I spent days traipsing these woods and locating different rest areas. Come here, darlin’.” Marc sat on a large log and held his hand out to her, enjoying the signs of nervousness and arousal on her face. When she stopped next to him, he reached up and unbuttoned her shorts, his eyes never leaving hers. After lowering the zipper, he pulled her shorts down and urged her over his lap. “Bend over, Cassie. I have a need to feel that soft ass under my hand.”

“This is getting to be a habit,” Cassie muttered as she bent over his hard, jean clad thighs.

“One I don’t intend to break.” Marc adjusted her so her buttocks lay over his right leg, her hands braced on the ground, head down and knees bent. Perfect. Running a hand over the round, pale cheeks, he waited until the tenseness left and acceptance took over. “That’s a good girl.”

Cassie shook with the pleasure his praise filled her with. Being fully clothed with nothing bared except her vulnerable buttocks was exciting, anticipating the pain/pleasure she knew his hand could and would invoke had her empty pussy clenching in need and the warm air caressing her buttocks along with his calloused palm had her shivering. Still, he did nothing except stroke her until she lifted her hips in a silent plea for more.

Chuckling, Marc squeezed her right cheek then ran a finger down her crack to stroke her damp slit. “Anxious, darlin’?”

“Sir, please…”

“Master, Cassie. Call me Master.”

His demand sent a shiver through her and she wanted nothing more in that moment than to obey his dark command. “Master, please…”

“Please what?” he asked as he continued to stroke then knead the soft globes of her ass.

“Marc, Master,” she faltered unsure what she wanted. Her buttocks felt so sensitive, her pussy empty and aching for release. When his fingers traveled down her crack, lightly rasping over her anus and then her slit before returning to fondle her cheeks, she moaned in frustration. Unable to stop herself, she ground against his hard muscled thigh seeking relief from the consuming ache he had started. Her buttocks had never felt so sensitive. She had never been turned on to this degree just from having her ass played with, but, oh God, it felt so good.

Marc watched with pleasure as she fought against being aroused by the simple caresses to her ass and light touches on her anus and pussy. It was a battle he was determined she would lose. He had always been an ass man and she had a world class one that he knew he’d never tire of fondling. As eager as he was to start smacking those delectable globes, he was just as eager to see if he could get her to orgasm by just playing lightly with her.

He continued alternating rubbing softly with kneading hard, then lightly stroking her from her anus down her seeping slit, grazing her now swollen and protruding clit before casually moving back up her crack and then resuming fondling her buttocks. When her hips ground against his thigh, then lifted for more caresses in a rapid rhythm, he knew he had her.

Cassie cried out in shocked pleasure as an orgasm burst upon her, not caring how lewd she must look gyrating her naked ass over his lap, lifting up and down between his thigh and his hand, she rode out the pleasure until she lay limply over him in sated bliss.

The first slap landed with a resounding crack and had her crying out both from surprise and pain, shocking her out of her pleasant after glow euphoria.

“Say, ‘Thank you, Master’, after each one,” he ordered, his harsh voice at odds with the way he softly rubbed the bright red mark on her cheek. Watching her come apart over his lap had increased his own lust tenfold and had him anxious to move forward with his plans for her.

“Thank you, Master,” she quickly complied, then braced herself for the next swat. It landed on her other buttock with as much force as the first and had her biting her lip after uttering her thanks. He wasn’t starting soft and working up to harder strokes, yet she welcomed each swat with pleasure, greeted each with a lift of her hips and thanked him for each on a gasp of pain which was quickly bleeding into renewed pleasure, the tiny tremors still gripping her pussy increasing with each slap.

Marc landed two more strokes then fingered her sheath. She soaked his finger, her engorged clit was hard and swollen and her thighs trembled with her need. Pulling away from the temptation of her pussy, he swatted her ass again and loved the way her voice caught as she thanked him.

“Good girl, darlin’. I love your ass, especially how it looks now, all red and quivering, hot under my hand.” He landed another hard blow in the middle of her cheeks then moved to her thighs to apply a few lighter smacks there before grazing her slit again and inching his way up her crack to caress her small tight hole.

Cassie groaned when he tantalized the sensitive nerve endings around her anus and then slipped his finger inside. With a few shallow thrusts, he prepared her for further stimulation. “I’m going to fuck this ass soon, but today, I have a special treat for you.”

Cassie actually missed his finger when he removed it and now she had to contend with having both orifices begging for attention. “Sir?” she questioned when she felt a well lubed object being slowly inserted into her rectum.

“Trust me, Cassie, you’ll like this. Breathe out now.”

When she did, the dildo slipped all the way in, filling her deeper and stretching her wider than any of the plugs she had previously used. Marc’s hand caressed her sore buttocks and she imagined what she looked like, her ass bare and impaled, her cheeks red and her bare pussy lips glistening with her seeping juices. That mental picture had her shaking with need and wondering when he was going to put out this new fire he had started.

“Master, I need to come.”

“Oh, we’re a long ways from that,” he said in an amused voice that had her gritting her teeth. A hard swat right over the dildo made her yelp. “I heard that curse. Be patient and trust me to take care of you.”

“But, I want you to ‘take care of me’ now,” she whined and didn’t care if she sounded petulant.

“Cassie.” His warning was accompanied by a hard pinch to her reddened buttock.

“Ow!”

“Come here.” Helping her up, Marc settled her on his lap, pushed her shorts the rest of the way off then pulled her shirt over her head. The sunlight filtering through the trees hit her naked breasts, warming them for his lips. With one arm behind her back, lifting her towards his mouth, his lips surrounded a turgid peak and suckled while his other hand took possession of the other one.

The dual stimulation to her nipples had her gasping and then groaning in frustration when he released them all too soon. “What are you doing?” she asked as he leaned down and rummaged through his back pack.

“Getting another toy for you.” Marc found what he was searching for, thankful that he had taken these toys out of their packages before leaving the lodge.

“What’s that?” Cassie watched as he slipped two attached loops over her ankles and up to her crotch. Between the loops was a soft, rectangle device that he nestled between her pussy lips, right next to her aching clit.

“You’ve never used a butterfly?”

“No.” But she had heard of them. Master Greg, the Dom she had elicited for help six months ago to help prepare her for seeing Marc again had wanted to use toys, but she had declined.

Making sure the bands were stretched tightly enough over her hips to hold the little piece in place, Marc lifted her off his lap, smiling when she wobbled a little. “What’s wrong, darlin’?”

“Nothing,” she denied, narrowing her eyes at him. With her ass stretched around the dildo and her sensitive clit being teased, her overly charged senses were kept on edge, her orgasm having done little to take the edge off her desire.

Taking her hand, Marc led her to a large tree, reached up and pulled down a chain that had two cuffs attached to it. Lifting her hands, he attached the cuffs to her wrists quickly, not giving her a chance to think before cupping his hands around her face and tipping her head up to his. His lips came down on hers in hard possession and kissed her until he felt the tenseness leave her tautly stretched body and she leaned into him with a moan.

“Remember, use your safe word if you need to.”

With his hands holding her head still and her body restrained, Cassie felt liquid heat fill her, eliciting a drawing need that was almost overwhelming. “Yes Sir.”

With a nod and a smile, Marc went back to his bag and retrieved two more items. Cassie looked at the flogger and the blindfold with fearful anticipation, which he saw easily. “Do you trust me, Cassie?” he asked quietly.

Looking into his serious eyes, she knew she did. It was only one of the reasons she had risked everything to return to him. She had trusted him seven years ago and that hadn’t changed. “Yes, yes Marc, I do.”

Marc kissed her brow. “Thank you. Today is for you.” Covering her eyes with the soft blindfold, he said, “All I want you to do is feel, Cassie.” His hands lowered slowly, caressing her face, her lips, before making a slow exploration down her neck, over her breasts, squeezing her waist, her buttocks and then lightly running his fingers over her mound and between her legs. When she pushed her hips forward, he smiled and stepped back.

Cassie jerked at the first stroke of the flogger, not from pain but from pleasure. The leather strands softly kissed her buttocks several times before moving up her back, then back down, over her ass and thighs in a litany of soft, tantalizing strokes. Her breathing increased as anticipation rose along with the strength behind the strokes. Just as she got into the rhythm, he stopped, making her whimper.

“Master?”

“Oh, I like that, how my title fell so naturally from your lips,” Marc said in her ear from behind her. Reaching down, he flicked the vibrator in her ass and then the remote for the butterfly in his pocket. Both settings were on low, but by her flushed face and soft moan, it was enough, for now.

Cassie swayed in her restraints, the tiny pulses in her rectum and against her clit ratching up her need. The soft warm breeze caressed her body; the small ray of sun that reached her was warm and soothing. She could hear birds singing, leaves rustling and Marc moving back. When the flogger landed on her ass this time it was hard enough to make her yelp and jerk, tantalizing enough to have her swaying back for more. Again he covered her ass, her back, shoulders, and ass again then thighs, the strikes intensifying as did her excitement. When he moved to her front and switched back to light strokes against her sensitive breasts, she cried out, and when he landed a sharp blow to her pussy, she screamed with the pleasure. Shaking, she rocked with the explosive climax as the intense sensations drove the breath from her body, the continued, alternating hard and soft strokes from the flogger along with the vibrations in her ass and against her clit egging her on. Soon she couldn’t tell when one climax ended and another began, she just went with the flow, drowning in pleasure and awash in sensation.

Marc’s face swam into view when he removed the blindfold. Blinking rapidly, she slowly came to her senses as he lowered her arms and cuddled her against his hard body. The rapid beat of his heart beneath her ear seemed to match that of her own, but the hard cock pressing against her stomach was proof it wasn’t because of a climax, or two, but because of the need for one.

Pulling back, she released his cock and gripped him tightly, watching him with a seductive smile as she slowly caressed his hard length. Fisting him with one hand, she cupped his balls with the other and rolled them in her palm. The stark hunger reflected in his penetrating eyes was more than she could stand, but before she could drop to her knees to take him in her mouth, he cursed, grabbed her arms and turned her back towards the log.

“Bend over,” he ordered harshly, his need to get inside her overriding everything else. Witnessing her unbridled reaction to the flogging, the way her head arched back, her long gold hair flowing down her back, her buttocks clenching around the vibrator and her hips thrusting with the pleasure damn near made him come in his jeans. Her affect on him was more than he had ever envisioned and enough to have him fearing the future once again.

Trying not to think of anything but the moment, he sheathed himself in a condom, shoved her legs further apart, grabbed her hips and thrust into her sopping cunt. Finding the remote to the butterfly, he flicked it on high and proceeded to fuck her the way he had fantasized, rough and hard.

Upon hearing the removal of a condom, Cassie swallowed her disappointment. She had just allowed him to restrain and blindfold her in the middle of the wilderness, trusting him explicitly with her safety and well being, but he didn’t trust her enough to believe she was protected or safe. She longed to feel his bare cock filling her, teasing her walls with the hard ridges of his length, but he obviously wasn’t ready to take that step. She grunted when he shoved into her and, condom or no, her pussy folded around him and clasped him tightly in welcome and need.

Then the small pad nestled against her clit came on full force, stimulating her still sensitive nub with hard pulses, sending her straight into another orgasm. Her hands slipped off the log as the blood rushed to her head.

Marc slid an arm around her waist, holding her up as he pumped a few more times into her tight sheath before erupting with a shout that echoed in the mountain air.

The hike back down to the lodge was easier and faster, much to Cassie’s relief. She ached all over from the unaccustomed exercise. The hiking had left her legs tired and weak and the multiple orgasms and vigorous fucking had left her feeling raw and vulnerable. She knew Marc was a demanding and hard lover from before, but now she was discovering her heart was definitely involved which only added to her battered feelings. Seven years ago there had only been the potential of falling in love with her Dom, now she was faced with the reality. She was smart enough to know that seven years ago she was too young to commit to such an intense relationship and have it last. She had needed those years to mature and grow, to learn more about herself and her needs and desires before she could know for sure what she wanted.