Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (64 page)

She got into position and when Nate entered his room a few moments later, she was waiting as he’d instructed.   She was so ready to come, she’d do anything.

At Nate’s entrance, she lowered her gaze, slipping into her submissiveness without conscious thought.  She held her pose, awaiting his command.

“Very good, Corinne.”

His praise meant so much to her.  It washed over her like the warmest sunshine.  Knowing that she’d pleased him filled her with pride and made her feel worthy for the first time in a long time.  She never wanted to disappoint him or displease him.

“You are so beautiful,” he said.

Nate’s voice came thick.  She could hear how aroused he was and the bulge at his crotch gave visible proof of his words.  The throbbing inside her increased.

He was holding a length of rope, rope that was covered in a silky fabric so it wouldn’t abrade skin.  He was going to bind her.  Corinne’s eyes widened with expectation.  Her breathing picked up, began rushing in and out of her.

Nate took his time, looking his fill of her with those dark, penetrating eyes.  Though she was vibrating with need, she remained still not wanting to do anything to diminish his pleasure.  Finally, he came to her.  He held one end of the rope in each hand.

“Hands behind your back.”

When she’d positioned her hands as he’d instructed, he wound the rope around the front of her body, leaving her breasts and mound exposed and ready for his touch or whatever he had in mind for her, then bound her hands.

Her legs were spread as wide as they could go. Nate ran a length of rope to each ankle and secured her corresponding wrists.  When he was done, he checked her bonds to make sure they weren’t cutting off her circulation.  They weren’t and he nodded his satisfaction.

Corinne was unable to move at all.  A feeling of joy and exhilaration filled her.  Being bound and helpless for Nate thrilled her.  A rush of moisture spurted from her.

Nate reached out and touched her folds.  His finger came away wet.  “So beautiful in your submission,” he murmured.

Despite his arousal obviously riding him, Nate took his time undressing, his eyes returning to her again and again as he went through the mechanics of removing his clothing.  She was on display for his pleasure, as he’d phrased it, and he wouldn’t be rushed.

When he was fully unclothed he crossed the room to her.  His body, without an ounce of flesh to spare and with all those hard, ridged muscles looked coiled tight as a spring.  His arousal jutted out, fully erect, and saliva pooled in Corinne’s mouth. She wanted him inside her, demanding, controlling, taking everything he wanted from her, filling her completely.

“You want this.  In your mouth.  In your pussy.”

Nate’s voice snapped like a whip.

She made a plaintive sound of arousal.  “Very much.”

“My cock is a reward.  You’re going to have to earn it.”

She shivered at the promise in his words but lowered her gaze and said softly,  “Ye-s.”

Nate bent and tongued her nipples, licking and sucking the tips into hard red peaks.  Her senses were already on overload and as soon as he touched her, her juices started flowing in a steady stream.

Her folds were slick, slippery. Nate glanced his thumb over her clit.  She was already on edge and just that one touch brought on a sensation that threatened to take her all the way over.

Nate sat beside her on the bed.  He inserted a finger inside her.  He moved it up then down then circled her inner walls.  Her world became centered on that one finger.

Corinne wanted to squirm, wanted to move against him to increase the friction but she was bound too tightly.  But it wasn’t the bonds that kept her still.  Even if she could move, she wouldn’t.  If she were unbound, she would remain as still as she was now for as long as Nate commanded.

He hadn’t given her permission to do anything but remain as he’d placed her.  She would only have the pleasure he chose to give her when and how he chose to give it to her.

But she wanted release.  Needed release.  The more he worked her, the harder it became for her to keep from coming.  Her breath caught on the cusp of a pleasure that had her shuddering.

“Your skin is flushed a gorgeous pink.  Pretty pussy.  I can smell how wet you are.”  Nate bent lower. He nudged her folds apart with his nose and breathed long and deep.  “You are the sweetest perfume.”

He replaced his finger with his tongue, lapping along her slit.  He licked her slowly, so slowly, using the tip and the flat edge, twisting, turning and swirling to leave no part of her untouched.  Fresh moisture gushed from her.  Corinne made a sound she didn’t recognize as coming from herself and her thighs began to quake.

“Who are you with, Corinne?”  Nate said, his voice hoarse with his own arousal.

“Nate . . .  Nate.”  She said his name on a shaky breath.

He sat beside her again.  Gently, he picked her up then placed her across his spread legs.  His erection, so hard and swollen, pressed against her belly.  Corinne’s mouth watered so badly did she want to taste him as he’d tasted her.  She licked her lips but though he was close, he was too far for her to reach him with mouth.

Nate entered her again with his fingers.  Her breath caught.  Another instant and she’d . . .

He withdrew his hand.

“Please . . . please . . .”  She could no longer keep from begging.

“I told you, you’d have to earn my cock,” Nate said.  “You’re not there yet.  It’s up to me to know when you are.  It’s up to me to wring from you the most response, to give you every pleasure.  Now, thank me for denying your plea to come.  Repeat after me: Nate, thank you for not letting me come.”

Corinne wasn’t sure she could hold onto the words long enough to repeat them but Nate knew how far gone she was.

He inserted his fingers deep inside her and resumed his maddening strokes.  “Say the words, Corinne: Thank you for not letting me come, Nate.”

“Thank you . . . Nate . . . Thank you for . . . not letting me . . . come.”

“Very good, sweetheart.”

He kissed her bottom.  He removed his fingers from inside her and began to stroke her ass cheeks, first one and then the other.  His hand was so large and his palm was rough and calloused on her overheated, sensitive skin.  All the while he caressed her ass, he used his other hand to tug on her nipples.  Corinne didn’t think she could become more aroused without reaching orgasm but then his hand cracked against her ass, proving her wrong.

Nate wasted no time administering the second blow.  His big hands were so strong, and powerful and though he took care to strike her in different places, each blow hurt. She had no doubt his strikes would leave marks.  Having his marks on her, his marks of possession, made her feel wanted and filled her with a sense of belonging.

Nate kept up the sensual onslaught and with each strike of his hand, Corinne’s world fell more and more into proper balance, more and more right.  This was what she needed.  She moaned and tried to move, restless, her desire building to a fever pitch.

But Nate had bound her so utterly that movement was impossible.  The rope and his hand on her held her in place.  This was what she craved as much as air to breathe.  The choice to accept what he would do to her had been taken from her.  She had no choices and she felt a dizzying rush of sensation knowing she was his to do with as he pleased.  She was
Nate’s
.

Nate continued to spank her and wave after wave of pleasure bombarded her until she lost all sense of time and place and all she lived for, everything she lived for, was the next strike of Nate’s hand.

She was so close to orgasm.  She could smell her own arousal that hung heavy in the air.

An instant later, Nate picked her up and set her on her stomach in the middle of the bed. His fingers delved into her hair, twisting around the strands and his erection was at her entrance, pushing inside.  This was no gentle wooing as he’d done previously.  He was rougher, edgier, a man past his endurance.  He was off the leash, she thought, and it thrilled her that she was the one who’d caused him to lose his control.

Nate drove all the way inside her in one hard thrust.  His hand tightened in her hair and though she wouldn’t have believed it possible, he got even harder.  He felt huge inside her, broader, and had gone deeper than he ever had before.

He made a sound, an animal-like snarl.  “You’re mine, Corinne.  I’ll take what’s mine.”

She shivered at his words, her body shaking as if she were already in the throes of orgasm.  Oh, yes, she was his.  He owned her.

Nate was breathing hard.  He bent over her, deepening his possession until he stretched her almost to the point of pain and pressed against her inner walls so he could go no deeper.  His body curved around hers, covering her thoroughly so she was enveloped by him, possessed, protected.

His perspiration dripped onto her back and his pre-come slid down her inner thighs, blending with her own.  They were as joined as two people could be.  Corinne shook from head to toe as her body reached the very edge of orgasm.  More sensation so intense it bordered on pain, the very best pain, consumed her, overwhelmed her senses and reduced her to a mindless creature whose sole focus was pleasure.  She released a long deep moan and ground her face into the mattress.

Nate’s hand came down hard on her ass again at the same time his fingers brushed against her clit.  “Who owns you?”

“You do.”

“Say my name, Corinne.  Who do you belong to and only to?”   Nate drove into her again and gave her clit another light caress.

She dug her toes into the mattress and curled her fingers as another rush of sensation washed over her.  “You, Nate. Only you . . . Master . . .”

Nate’s lips pulled back from his teeth.  He looked savage. “Come for me now, Corinne. Come for your Master.”

He pulled out of her then rammed into her.  The flat of his hand struck her ass at the same time his other hand flicked her clit.

Corinne screamed, her body bucking against her bonds.  Nate’s arms wrapped around her, holding her steady and safe in his embrace. Then he came hard, gripping her hips as he thrust into her, his own body bucking, his teeth grinding together.

After, while Corinne was still quivering with aftershocks, Nate’s lips brushed the back of her neck.  “I’ll get these ropes off you now, sweetheart.” He lifted her and set her on her knees on the mattress.  Working the knots he said, “You must be starving.  You didn’t each much dinner.”

One side of Corinne’s mouth lifted.  “I was distracted.”

Nate laughed.  “Wait until next time.”

Her eyes widened. “There’s going to be a next time?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Her sex tightened. Corinne squeezed her upper thighs.

Nate growled softly. “Looking forward to it, I see.” He licked her neck.  “Soon.”

He sucked her pulse into his mouth.  Corinne gasped.  “And after we eat, can we play again?”

Nate groaned.  “We can play all night.” He grinned. “By the time I get you home, it will be time for you to come into the office. You’re going to be asleep at your desk.”

Corinne looked up into his eyes. “I was thinking I would sleep here tonight.  If that’s okay.”

Nate gave her a tender smile.  He brushed his knuckle gently down her cheek.  “Yeah, that’s okay.”

He finished untying her.  He tossed the rope onto the bed then sat against the headboard and took his time gently rubbing her arms and legs.  A line appeared on his brow.  “Do you hurt anywhere?”

Corinne’s throat tightened with emotion.  How could she explain to Nate what his concern meant to her?  What being here with him meant to her?  “I don’t hurt, not anywhere.  Because of you.”

She lifted his hand from her shoulder, stopping his light massage, and kissed his fingers. She got out of the bed.

Nate raised a brow.  “Corinne?”

She dropped to her knees at the side of the bed but didn’t lower her gaze.  She wanted him to see all that she was feeling.  “I thought I knew what love was, but I didn’t.  Not before you, Nate.  I love you.  You own me body and soul.”

Nate stared into her eyes for a long moment then he reached down and lifted her up off the floor and into his arms.  “You own me every bit as much.  You have for years.  I love you, Corinne.  God, I love you.”

He moved his mouth over hers  as if it had been months rather than moments since he’d last kissed her.   He wasn’t the only one doing the kissing, the only one holding on with a death grip.  She held him just as fiercely, her finger nails leaving their crescent shape on his biceps.

She had never loved Steven the way she loved Nate.  If she had, she never would have been able to put herself first, before him, and leave him that night.

But Nate . . .  Her heart squeezed so hard it felt as if it stopped.  She would never be able to walk away from Nate.  No matter what he did to her . . .  No matter what she drove him to do.  If it truly had been Nate in that dungeon with her, she would have died there.  If she lost Nate, she wouldn’t survive.  She wouldn’t want to.

Foreboding moved down her spine like an icy finger.  Steven’s specter, his eyes black and hollow like empty pits, flashed in her mind.  It was as if she were looking into her own grave.  She sucked in a breath.  The hair on the back of her neck rose.  One fingernail cracked against Nate’s muscle.