ShotgunRelations (3 page)

“Would you shave me, Master?” As she played
with his velvety cock and traced the dagger tattoo over and over, the idea of
him getting rid of her pubic hair had her clit aching. Her cunt clenched at the
prospect of feeling his slick, agile tongue on her highly sensitive flesh.

“You want me to shave your head?” Grinning,
he lifted her hair off her neck and used his fingers to mimic the blades of
scissors. “Somehow I don’t think that would give you pleasure. Besides, I like
having your hair to hold on to when you’re giving me head.”

“My pussy, Master. I’d like to feel you
lick honey off me there.” Her cheeks felt so hot she knew they must be beet-red.
“Please.”

“I’ll shave you this one time, but we’ll do
it in a scene. From now on though, I expect you to keep your pussy as smooth as
silk and ready for your master, any time and any place. If you forget, I’ll
punish you by taking you to the Neon Lasso. I’ll put you in cuffs and leg
restraints and shave your cunt in front of everybody who’s there, and then I’ll
pour honey—the real sticky stuff, not the honey-flavored lubricant I’ve got in
the honey bear—all over you and let my fellow members lick it off.”

Alarms went off in Liz’s head, but along
with the terror she experienced a weird sort of anticipation. “I won’t forget,
Master,” she said, knowing that maybe one day she’d get brave and invite his
punishment.

“See that you don’t.” When Jack got up and
shed his kimono, she saw the other tattoo, a larger replica of the one above
his cock. This one began just above his left elbow and pointed upward almost to
his shoulder. “Now you see why I always wear long-sleeved shirts.”

“I like it. It’s like a secret not
everybody knows about you.” It was as if Jack had shed his outer skin just for
her, revealing a totally different man than the conventional, intellectual
attorney she’d known slightly for almost two years—since he’d come to Caden to
take over Dan Merriman’s law practice. She wondered but didn’t feel right
asking about the lover who’d marked him so long ago, or what the daggers meant.
“Soon you’ll know a secret about me too.”

“You don’t plan to let all your friends
know you’ve got a bald cunt? That’s hardly a worthy secret, honey. I plan to
learn lots of secrets about you. Some you don’t even know about yourself. We’ll
discover them together.” Bending over the bed, he positioned her and used the
neckties she’d noticed on the tray to bind her limbs to each of the four sturdy
bedposts. “I’ll be right back.”

Chapter Two

She had the most beautiful pussy he’d ever
seen now that he’d scraped away her pubic bush. Her bare skin was pale pink and
felt satiny-smooth against his fingers when he checked to be sure he hadn’t
missed a single hair, from her mound to the incredibly soft crack of her ass.
Jack’s dick swelled painfully against his cock ring as he bent and flailed her
clit with his tongue. She wanted him to lick honey off her cunt, so he ignored
the insistent throbbing between his legs and did what she’d said would please
her.

That’s what a good Dom does, Duval.
Whatever will make his slave happy.

“Here comes the sweet stuff. Not that you
need it. Your cunt tastes sweet enough without any enhancement.” Squeezing the
honey bear, Jack drizzled a line of the slick lubricant from low on her mound,
over her clit and along the delightful valley between her plump labia that led
to her cunt and asshole.

When she started to say something he gave a
hard pinch to her rigid, swollen clit. “First lesson in submission—don’t talk
unless your master gives you permission. I’d hate to have to gag you.”

No he wouldn’t. The fact that she was
helpless, bound to his will, apparently made her as hot as it did him. She’d
been so wet he’d had to use scissors instead of the electric clippers to trim
her pubic curls in preparation for the razor. “Would you like the gag? Or maybe
a blindfold? I want you to concentrate on how it feels to have my face buried
between your legs, my tongue lapping up your honey.”

She shook her head, apparently afraid to
risk letting him gag her.

“Second lesson. You don’t come until I say
so.”

Sweet, sticky honey coated her from mound
to ass when he traced it with a finger. He couldn’t resist rimming her anus, or
rejoicing at her unmistakable reaction to him touching her where she’d said he
couldn’t go. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” Deliberately, he worked the tip of
one finger past her anal sphincter before moving forward to finger-fuck her
pussy.

When she moaned and strained against her
bonds, he lay facedown against her mound and licked away the honey-flavored
lube before settling between her thighs and burrowing his face between her
outer labia. The sensation of warmth from her silky thighs against the shaved
sides of his head made him ravenous. Ravenous to claim her not only with his
mouth and hands but with his aching cock.

She raised her hips as far as she could,
straining against her restraints. He thrust his tongue as deep as it would go
into her cunt while he kept stimulating her rear hole with his fingers and
nudging her clit with his nose.

She was fucking hot. His control shredded,
he rotated his body over hers, stretching so that his dick nudged at her lips
until she opened and let him in. “Suck my cock,” he ordered, knowing his words
were muffled against her hot, wet cunt. Good thing she had some height or this
wouldn’t work.

Her damp breath tickled his balls when she
took him deep down her throat and swallowed convulsively. She lapped his dick
with her tongue. That felt so damn good he thought the cock ring might split
open, it was cutting so hard into his distended flesh. He tongue-fucked her
faster as he worked another finger up her incredibly tight ass. The vibration
of a moan deep in her throat had him desperate…desperate to fuck her until they
were both screaming with satisfaction.

He never lost this much control over his
body. Hadn’t for years, since he’d first got into dominance and submission when
he hadn’t been much more than a kid. Calling on years of iron-willed control,
he concentrated on giving Liz pleasure.

When she moaned, the vibrations coursed
down his body. He began to move his fingers in and out of her ass, slowly at
first then faster and deeper when she didn’t protest.

No wine and roses. No declarations of
undying love or even mindless lust. But Jack had allowed her no inhibitions
either. When he had tied her to the bed he’d set her free.

That doesn’t make sense. But it’s true.

Liz lay there helpless, his cock down her
throat, his arresting face buried in her shaved, incredibly sensitive pussy.
Her nipples tingled where he kept grazing them with his lightly furred,
muscular abs.

Her cunt clenched around his agile tongue.
Pressure built inside her. She wanted to come. She didn’t dare. Not until he
gave her permission.

She concentrated on feeling his slick,
pulsating shaft moving against her tongue. The slightly salty taste of his
flesh and his lubrication bathed the back of her throat as he fucked her mouth.
His smooth ball sac tickled her nose each time he forced her to deep-throat
him.

She couldn’t think of what he was doing
with his tongue between her legs. If she did, she’d come, and he’d told her not
to until he gave her permission. She made herself stop straining against her
bonds and raising her hips to intensify the contact there. If she could, she’d
have closed her ears against the slurping sound of him thrusting his tongue in
and out of her sopping cunt.

Her arousal intensified so much that she
began to like the feeling of his fingers at her rear hole. She’d told him he
couldn’t fuck her ass but when he started moving his fingers inside her and
sliding them slowly back and forth, she wondered how having his cock there
would feel.

He enjoys anal sex. He said so.
She could imagine someday letting him take her that way. She could
even imagine enjoying it. What he was doing now felt good, not painful as she’d
imagined it would be.

When he raised his hips and pulled his cock
out of her mouth she felt abandoned, but not as fully as when he slid his
fingers out of her ass and lifted his face from her pussy.

“Look at me.”

When she did, she saw white-hot lust in his
eyes. His face glistened from her juices. She’d have said something but she
remembered his warning.

“Go ahead. Speak to me. You’ve got
permission.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Am I your master?”

“Oh yes. Yes, Master.” She wanted him. All
of him. Every cell in her body screamed for satisfaction.

While she watched, he grasped his cock in
one hand. “Do you want this?”

“Oh yes.” She thought she’d die if he
didn’t fuck her now.

He shot her a supremely self-confident
smile. “Where do you want it?”

“My pussy, Master.” Remembering the
strangely pleasurable feel of his fingers fucking her ass, she decided it
wouldn’t be long before she’d ask him to take her there. He’d already fucked
her mouth and she’d loved that. “Please.”

He grabbed a condom and ripped the wrapper
open with his teeth. His gaze never leaving her, he rolled it down his erection
and went on his knees between her legs.

“Tell me your cunt is mine. Only mine. Tell
me and I’ll give you my cock.”

“You want me for your slave, Master?”

“Oh yeah.” He rubbed his cock along her
wet, tingling sheath. “Tell me.”

As much as her cunt ached for him to fill
it, she wasn’t sure. “Explain what being your slave will mean, Master.”

His jaw clenched. “It will mean you hand
over control of yourself to me, at least when we’re playing sex games. You’ll
do as I say and I’ll do everything that doesn’t violate your limits to give you
pleasure.”

She was afraid—afraid he’d steal her
reason. Maybe he already had, because she wanted the exquisite pleasure nobody
had come close to giving her before tonight. “My cunt belongs to you, Master.
Only you. I want to be your sex slave for as long as you want me.”

“Good.” He found her pussy and slid inside.
His rock-hard cock stretched her flesh as he sank deeper, deeper, until his
balls lay heavily against her asshole and the thick, pulsating head of his cock
pressed against the mouth of her womb. She’d never felt so full…so owned. “I
like my tight little cunt,” he whispered against her lips before claiming her
mouth in a deep, arousing kiss.

She liked his cock. And his mouth. He
tasted like her juices and the chocolate wedding cake he’d chosen over a slice
of the traditional cake at Bye’s wedding. Propped on his elbows, Jack massaged
her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. When he started to move,
slow and deep, in her hot swollen cunt, she had to steel herself against
coming.

He lifted himself up on his hands. The muscles
in his arms bulged. He looked down at her as he fucked her harder and faster.
“Come for me, sweet slave.”

“Oh yes, Master.” Freed from the rule he’d
made earlier, she let herself go. She savored every sensation. His cock pounded
her cunt and his balls tickled her rear end. She watched the contractions of
his biceps as he strained above her. The pressure built inside her, and when
she looked into his dark, mesmerizing eyes and heard him encouraging her to
come, she found the deepest pleasure of her life.

She’d held back for too long. Now her
Master had given her permission. As she looked down and watched his cock pound
the pale, slick cunt he’d claimed as his own, she came in long, intense bursts.
She was still coming when he stiffened above her.

“God yeah. Squeeze my cock. Yeah, that’s
it.” He shuddered as he sank to the hilt inside her one more time. His cock
jerked over and over until he finally lowered his body onto her and rolled them
to their sides.

* * * * *

He hadn’t felt so fulfilled in ages—years
if he only counted one-on-one fucks outside a club environment. He couldn’t
honestly tell himself any part of his satisfaction came from having claimed the
woman he’d originally hit on as possible comeuppance against the father who’d
all but denied his existence.

Rolling off the bed, he removed the condom
and worked the stainless-steel ring off his semi-soft cock and balls. Bending
over Liz, he untied her wrists and ankles.

“Why do you wear that, Master?” she asked
sleepily, her gaze fixed on the ring with its tribal engravings that he now
held dangling from his index and middle fingers.

The way she said “Master”, all soft and
sweet-sounding, had blood rushing back to his wrung-out dick. “This? It’s a
cock ring.”

“You already told me that. But why do you
wear it? It has to hurt your beautiful cock and balls.”

He straddled her face, thinking that she
looked different—almost beautiful—now that she’d given herself to him. “I like
the sensations I get from wearing it, and I’m used to experiencing them along with
sex play. I want your mouth on me again. Lick off my cock and I’ll tell you.”

She smiled up at him. “Yes, Master.” Then,
soul of obedience that she was, she came up on her knees and took his dick in
her mouth. She licked and sucked him as though she did it every day. It felt so
fucking good, he almost forgot he’d promised her an answer.

“Why do I wear it? Several reasons, my
curious little slave. The most important ones are that it prolongs the
pleasure, yours as well as mine, and it enhances the sensation of my climax
when I come.”

Right now all he could concentrate on was
the feeling of her tongue dipping into his sensitive slit. “Oh yeah, suck on
the head, honey. That feels sensational. I ought to be asking you who taught
you how to suck cock.”

As though she intended to answer his
unasked question, she slid his dick out of her mouth and looked up at him.

“Go ahead, pretty slave, you can talk to me
now.”

“You taste good. Slick and salty. What I
wondered, though, was how you happened to start wearing the cock ring in the
first place. You can’t say it’s as common a piece of jewelry as your watch.”
She raised her hand and touched the Seiko dress watch he’d laid on the
nightstand.

He laughed. “I guess it’s not. Lots of men
wear them for BDSM play, and I’ve been into BDSM for years, so you might say I
think of my cock ring as just another piece of jewelry. I think of it the same
way I’m going to think about your collar—as just another necklace, only with a
lock to which I hold the only key.” He wasn’t ready to tell her the
significance of the ring he’d been wearing much of the time for the past
thirteen years. He might never be.

“Collar?” She sounded confused.

“All slaves wear their masters’ collars. Of
course I’m more civilized than to expect you to go around in public wearing a
studded black leather collar with a padlock hanging from the clasp. Anybody who
isn’t into the lifestyle will think the one I’m going to give you is just
another necklace.” Jack considered how her slender neck would look in thick, black
leather that proclaimed her his property to one and all—and knew a moment’s
regret that his profession made a certain subtlety about his personal life
desirable if not absolutely mandatory.

He shifted on the bed so he could look more
closely at his new sex slave. In the aftermath of multiple climaxes, Liz was
downright beautiful with her swollen lips and taut, reddened nipples. Bending
to tongue her navel, he looked lower, to her smooth, pink mound and impudent
clit poking from her glistening, pouting labia. She had long, gorgeous legs he
intended to feel wrapped around his shoulders soon, while he tongue-fucked her
to a frenzy of mutual lust.

Fuck.
A
strident triple-beep from his cell phone told him his mother was summoning him.
“Sorry, honey, I’ve got to answer this,” he muttered as he got up and went to
retrieve the phone from his pants pocket.

“No, Mother, I can’t fix it so you can get
more than the monthly checks provided for in the trust. I’ve gone through this
with you half a dozen times.” He paused and listened to Marianne Duval whine
until he broke in, his temper tested beyond its limits. “It’s nearly midnight.
It’s impolite for me to desert my company to listen to you repeat what you’ve
already said a thousand times. I cannot force your ex-lover to give you any
more than he voluntarily settled on you through the trust. I have no intention
of trying.”