Teasing Her Marine Master (4 page)

He laughed at her blunt reply. She didn't bullshit and that was something he could respect. He wondered just how kinky she was willing to get. "Kinky, huh? As in tie you up, gag and blindfold you and then fuck you senseless or something else?"

There was no mistaking the interest in her green eyes. "Like what?"

He decided to throw out some ideas to feel out her boundaries. "I could turn you into my naughty little puppy and spend the evening training you. I'll even let you sleep at the foot of my bed if you're a good girl."

Uncertainty flashed across her face. So puppy play was a grey area for her. Good thing because it really wasn't his thing either.

His fingertip swirled around her navel. "Or I suppose I could tie your ankles and wrists to the headboard and see if I can work my fist into your tight little cunt."

She visibly blanched. "No, I don't think so, Mack."

He smiled and gently brushed her stomach. "I was just joking."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god! I mean, I like watching that kind of thing online but you have huge hands and just—no."

He chuckled and kissed her belly. "I understand."

"Good."

"So tell me about this porn you like to watch."

She blushed and looked uncomfortable. "It's just porn."

"But I'm guessing it's not run of the mill glossy porn."

"No," she agreed. "I prefer amateur stuff and anything with a heavy BDSM slant. I'm really turned on by the idea of submitting. When you were fucking my throat earlier today, I almost came I was so excited. The spanking was even better."

Mack took note of her excitement as she spoke. She had so little experience in these kinds of things that it was impossible for her to know what she really wanted and liked or disliked. A pang of regret twisted his gut. He wished he could be the Dom who would guide her along that path of self-discovery but he'd have to let her go soon. Probably by sunrise.

But that meant he had all night and he damn sure was going to use every minute of it.

"Get on the floor, Jolie." He rolled onto his back and sat up. "I want you to kneel with your palms facing up and the backs of your hands resting on your thighs."

She swallowed hard but clambered off the bed like an excited puppy. She knelt exactly as he'd asked and kept her eyes cast down toward the floor. He slid off the bed and walked over toward the chair in the corner of his bedroom. He slowly disrobed, draping his shirt over the chair, and toed off his shoes. He left on his jeans.

As he pulled off his socks, he considered his options. He eyed the pull-up bar spanning his closet door. His gaze fell to the row of belts dangling from hooks along the side wall. He was sure there was a tie somewhere in one of his drawers. Sex toys, however, were a no-go. He hadn't brought a woman up here to play those kinds of games in almost two years. But he could damn sure improvise.

Mack gathered up the items he'd need and placed them on the quilt. He walked to the foot of the bed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Come here, Jolie."

She started to stand but he raised his hand to stop her. "Crawl," he corrected.

She lowered herself to the floor and put both hands on the hardwood planks. Like a prowling jungle cat, she crawled toward him, each move deliberate and slow. Her hips swayed side-to-side in an enticing swing. He pointed to a spot just to his left and waited for her to reach it. He made sure her forehead was almost touching the wall before he instructed her to stop.

Mack knelt down behind her and stroked both hands down her bare back. She shuddered under his touch. He swept his hands over her ass cheeks and smiled at the pale bruising there. He'd have to be careful with her tonight. With those skimpy bikinis and shorts, every little spot would show.

His fingertips trailed along the cleft between her cheeks. She shivered again as his thumb ghosted over her asshole. He applied a little pressure and watched as she pulled away from him. She quickly realized there wasn't anywhere for her to go.

"Mack," she whispered nervously.

"Master," he corrected gently.

"Master," she repeated nervously.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Jolie?" He already knew the answer.

"No." Anxiety filled her voice.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass, Jolie?" He pulled her cheeks apart and bared her tiny puckered rosebud to his gaze. He pressed his thumb against her hole. "Do you want to feel Master's cock stretching your asshole, baby girl?"

She whimpered and then answered in a breathless voice, "Yes, Master."

He grinned. "Good girl."

Mack let his hands drift lower to her pussy. Already her shiny pussy juice seeped between the pink folds of her waxed sex. He parted her with his thumbs and enjoyed the sight before him. His fingertip swirled in her juicy cunt and then slipped down to her clit. The pink pearl looked swollen and ready for his assault.

He took his time stimulating her. There was no rush. Besides, he liked the long, slow build to orgasm. He wanted Jolie to experience multiple climaxes tonight. Taking his time was key.

His fingertips circled her clit in slow, lazy circles. She moaned softly and pushed back against his hand. He explored her at his leisure, his fingers gliding around her clit and penetrating her tight channel. When he had two fingers buried in her cunt, she mewled like a kitten. He increased the pace of those thrusting fingers, the squelching sound of her soaking wet pussy echoing in the stillness of his room. The scent of her arousal, that spicy musk, made his cock rock-hard.

Desperate to taste her, he pushed her shoulders down and forced her ass high into the air. He slid back a little and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart. Her juicy pussy beckoned. His tongue stabbed inside her hot cunt. The salty sweetness of her exploded on his taste buds. She cried out in surprise, the sound traveling right to his throbbing dick. His tongue plunged in and out of her pussy before slithering lower. He flicked her clit and sucked it hard between his lips, pulling on the nub until she gasped and slapped at the wall in front of her.

His fingers returned to her slick passage. He pounded her pussy now, his other hand in the small of her back to hold her in place. She cried out, a never ending stream of
ahs
and
ohs
escaping her lips. He bit her plump ass cheek, using just enough pressure to mark her but not enough to break the skin. She shattered then, her whole body rocking as she climaxed around his fingers.

Mack showed no mercy. She'd given herself to him and he intended to use her well. He slid a third finger inside her now. Her small cunt stretched around his invading digits. He loved the sight of his fingers buried in her pussy.

"Oh! Oh! Master! Ah!" Jolie shuddered as he worked his fingers in and out of her. He twisted them around a little and then settled on a gentle come-here motion. His fingertips brushed against her g-spot and she screamed. "Oh!"

Chuckling, he let his thumb fall to her clit. It took a little coordination but he managed to torment her pussy while circling her clit. Judging by the way Jolie shook, the sensations he evoked were overwhelming. His hand moved faster now, those three fingers inside her thrusting and gliding. His thumb strummed her clit until her toes curled up toward her heels. She went rigid in anticipation of her climax. "Come for me, Jolie. Come all over my hand, you little slut."

She groaned as her orgasm arrived and tried to pull away from his hand. He fisted his fingers in her hair and pulled hard, forcing her to stay in place. He fucked her pussy with his thick digits. Her slick cunt juice spilled over his fingertips as she rocked and bucked. "Oh! Oh! No! No more! Please."

He didn't stop. She had another orgasm in her and they both knew it. When she came again, this climax just seconds after the first ended, she couldn’t even make a sound. Her body shuddered and jolted but no sound issued forth from her open mouth. He leaned down and nipped at her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin as she rode wave after wave of that intense orgasm.

When she finally slumped forward, he showed some kindness and let his fingers go still inside her. He pulled out slowly and licked away the shining juice. God, but she tasted so fucking good. This was one pussy he'd never tire of eating.

He gave her a few minutes to regain her composure before ordering her to stand. She wobbled on her shaky limbs so he reached out to steady her. He trapped her smaller body between his and the wall and devoured her soft mouth. She whimpered against him and clutched at his shirt. "Ready for round two?"

She nodded without hesitation. "Yes, please."

Her breathless request made his belly quiver. Her curiosity seemed never-ending. Still she needed a safe way out of things if it became too much. "If it's too much, you can say
red
and we'll stop whatever we're doing to reassess. All right?"

"Yes, Master."

He liked the sound of that. His lips touched hers briefly before he spun her around and directed her into the open doorway of his closet. Removing that door last summer and installing that pull-up bar had been the best idea he'd had in some time. He made quick work of securing her wrists above her head with two leather belts. He pulled the makeshift cuffs taut enough to raise her up on her tiptoes.

"Are you all right?" He wouldn't normally ask a sub but she was so new to this. He didn't want her to feel too scared to use her safe word. "It's okay if you're not."

"I'm fine, Master." Her lean body looked so beautiful all stretched out like that. With her arms secured overhead, she couldn't evade his grasping hands. He nibbled her neck and licked the red spot he'd created while he tickled her sides. She squealed with a mix of delight and panic and tried to twist away from him. "No! Oh! No! Oh, please!"

He smiled as she begged him to stop. He nipped at her shoulder and kept right on tickling until she was panting and sobbing. He swept his hands up and down her ribs and then grasped her waist. "I take it baby doesn't like being tickled."

"No—no, s-sir," she stammered.

"And what about this?" He grabbed her breast and squeezed until she gasped. He pinched her nipple and twisted it just the slightest bit. "Do we like this?"

"No! No, master!" She whimpered and arched her back in a desperate attempt to escape him. "Please.
Please
!"

He released her nipple but smacked her breast. The sharp slap made her cry out in surprise and pain. He cupped both breasts now and toyed with her nipples. She whimpered and protested, her little mewls off pain making his cock throb. He knew when she'd had enough but pushed her just beyond that. The way she responded to him, her expressions and cries so pure and real, ignited excitement and lust within him. There was nothing faked about Jolie. What she gave back was true and honest.

He slid around in front of her and sucked her tormented nipple between his lips. He laved the hurt he'd made until she pressed against his mouth, silently begging him for more. It wouldn't be that easy. Instead, he stepped back behind her, grabbed another belt from the bed and looped it in his hand. Without warning, he whacked her bottom with the belt.

"Oh! Oh, no!" She twisted her hips but the leather gripping her wrists left her very little wiggle room.

"Hold still or I'll add another lick to the five I was going to give you."

She went rigid at his warning. To his utter pleasure, she widened her stance and shifted her hips back, presenting her pert little ass for his whipping. He grinned and rubbed her ass cheeks, the tanned skin already bearing one pink stripe. "Such a good girl," he murmured. "You want to please me, Jolie?"

"Yes, Master." Her answer sounded breathless and slightly panicked. She enjoyed this but was afraid of it.

"Do you want your master's cock again?"

"Yes, sir."

"Take these next four licks like an obedient little slut and I'll reward you with my cock."

"Yes, Master."

Ass out and back bent so beautifully, she waited for his punishment. He stepped to the side and delivered the first whack of the belt. He heard her sharp inhale of breath but she didn't move. Impressed, he smacked her backside two more times, each one harder than the last. He put a bit more force into the last whack. She cried out and rose on tiptoes as the impact of the belt knocked her forward a bit.

He sidled up to her back, making sure the rough denim of his jeans rasped her hot, red ass. She sobbed a bit but didn't move. He slid an arm around her front and gripped her chin, turning it toward her shoulder. He claimed her mouth then, stabbing his tongue between her lips. She moaned against his lips.

"Such a good girl," he whispered and nipped at her earlobe. "Do you want my cock?"

"Yes, Mack. Please give me your cock. Please, Master."

He chuckled and stepped back to shuck his jeans. Naked and erect, he molded himself to her back. He kicked her feet apart, widening her thighs and making some room. He squeezed her ass cheeks, eliciting a high-pitched whine from her. He smacked them lightly, making her cringe and cry out. His hand slid between her cheeks, following the cleft to the pucker hidden there. He smeared some of her slippery pussy juice over the rosebud.