Teasing Her Marine Master (5 page)

Jolie stiffened as he slowly pushed a finger into her virgin hole. "No, Master. Please, I don't like that."

"I don't remember asking." He eased up a little, not wanting to harm her. "Relax, Jolie. Let me in."

He felt the tension leave her body. His finger slid in all the way. His other hand snaked around her to clit. He rubbed the tiny pink nub until she panted and moaned. He didn't try to fuck her ass with his finger. Without lube, it would have been too painful and not at all enjoyable. He wanted her to enjoy this experience.

When she came, it was with a strangled cry. He let her ride the wave of spasms before easing his finger from her backside and lining up his cock with her cunt. With one thrust, he plunged deep in her tight pussy. She was so fucking wet and hot. He could die in her cunt a happy man.

He fucked her fast and hard. Her toes came up off the floor as he pounded into her. He loved the way she gasped and moaned. He clamped an arm around her waist to support her light weight, not wanting to injure her wrists. He palmed her breasts as he fucked her, sometimes squeezing hard and pinching her nipples. Other times, he caressed her gently and kissed her neck.

When he experienced the firs tremor of his orgasm building, he backed off and pulled free from her juicy pussy. He didn't want to come—not yet. Jolie sagged, her loud pants and shaking limbs making him grin with a sort of sadistic amusement. He hastily freed her wrists and tossed her onto his bed. Instead of crawling over her, he dragged Jolie to the edge of the mattress and left her head dangling over the side.

He fed his cock to her, his skin glistening with her cunt juice. She didn't even hesitate, thought he position was clearly unfamiliar to her. He enjoyed this superior stance and slowly fucked her mouth. "Relax your jaw, Jolie. Let me into your throat."

Her fingers clenched the quilt but she did as he asked. His estimation of her climbed a few notches. She may have been a spoiled little brat but she was brave. Maybe too brave, he thought, as he pinged her gag reflex. Another man might take advantage of her willingness and courage. There were men out there who wouldn't think twice about pushing her too far, about harming her both physically and mentally.

But not Mack. Oh, he was going to push her all right but not beyond what was safe or sane. He wanted her to leave this bedroom confident in her sexuality and proud of her submission.

He pinched her nipples as he fucked her mouth. His cock glided between her wet lips. She hummed hungrily, the submissive within her relishing this subjugated position. She was totally pliant and at his service. He'd bet a hundred bucks that her clit was swollen, stiff and throbbing.

When he pulled out of her mouth, he stroked his slick cock, paying careful attention to the ruddy head. His balls dangled just inches from her mouth. "Suck me, Jolie. Put your lips on my balls."

She moaned but happily complied. Her tongue flicked against his sac and he groaned with enjoyment. She sucked on him and made deliciously dirty sounds as she lavished his balls with oral attention. His whole body vibrated and buzzed now.

Wanting inside her, he pulled away and grasped her by the shoulders. She gasped as he manhandled her into position on the bed. When he crawled over her, she fell back against his pillows with a pleasured sigh and spread her thighs for him. He knelt between them, grasped his cock and teased the crown through her slick folds. She moaned when he circled her clit with his cockhead, the slippery cream seeping from her core easing his movements.

With one hard thrust, he impaled her snug, hot cunt on his cock. She clutched at his arms as he took her with long, drawn-out thrusts. Hands on either side of her head, he drove into her sweet pussy. Her breasts jiggled and drew his attention. He cupped one breast as he pounded her cunt and tweaked her pebbled nipple.

Chest to chest now, he captured her lips in a punishing kiss. She surrendered completely as he plundered her mouth. Her willingness to please him and give up control filled him with such a desire to master her. Somehow she'd managed to ensnare him.

He slid his hand between their bodies and shifted his hips. His fingertips found her clit. She whimpered as he circled the nub with the rough pads of his fingers. He changed the angle of his penetration, stroking that spot inside her pussy that made Jolie gasp. Her cunt clenched tighter and tighter until finally she shattered. The clamping waves of her pussy drove him over the edge. He slammed deep as his cum shot from his cock in searing spurts.

Wrung out and boneless, he collapsed next to her on the bed. For a long moment, they stared at one another. Reality began to intrude. She must have seen the concern and guilt etched on his face. She shook her head and smiled before placing her head on his chest and snuggling up against him. It was such a small gesture but it made the whole world melt away. In that moment it was just the two of them and nothing else mattered.

His hand rode the curve of her back to her plump little ass. She hissed when he caressed the hot skin. "It's a good thing I packed my boyshorts and a sarong."

He chuckled and gave her bruised backside a pat. "Yep."

"I probably won't be able to sit down for a week without thinking of this."

"That's the idea, sweetheart."

She played with his chest hair, her fingertips pulling and scratching. "You're a dirty old bastard, you know that?"

He snorted. "And you're a naughty little slut."

She laughed and pecked his cheek. "Quite a pair, huh?"

"Yes." She'd touched on his sentiments exactly. They were a rather perfectly matched pair. If she wasn't Derek's kid…

But he couldn’t even go there. This fling wasn't going anywhere. It ended tonight. He would hold her for a while, let her recover from the adrenaline and oxytocin rushes of her first taste of truly rough loving, and then send her on her way.

That was the plan at least. At some point, they both dozed off. Sometime later, Mack woke with a start. He bolted upright in bed when he realized those first pale rays of sunshine were streaking through his curtains. "Shit!"

Swearing, he glanced down, expecting to find Jolie still asleep next to him. But she wasn't there. Her side of the bed was cool to the touch. She'd been gone a long time.

He finally realized he was clutching something soft in his hands. Her panties, he discovered. No doubt she'd put them there as a reminder of all they'd done.

Guilt soured his gut. He'd meant to show her a little more tenderness and care. His rock-hard morning wood reminded him just how badly he still craved Jolie's soft, nubile body. More than anything, he wanted to roll over and see her smiling back at him.

That was a dream of course. The little cock tease could never be his.

He flopped back into bed and threw an arm over his eyes, shielding them from the intruding sunlight. Memories of his steamy night with Jolie tormented him. Eventually, he shoved out of bed, pulled on his running shorts and shoes and left for a long, hard run. If he couldn't exercise her out of his system, there was always that case of beer he'd brought with him.

When he returned home an hour-and-a-half later, every muscle in his body ached and burned. A cool shower and breakfast were what he craved now. Until he made the mistake of checking his cell phone, that is. The blinking green light caught his eye. He tapped the screen and spotted the text message icon. Her phone number taunted him.

Against his better judgment, he opened the text message—and nearly fainted. She'd sent him a picture of her pretty pink pussy, her delicate fingers parting the lips so he could see all her secrets. The message accompanying the picture was short and sweet: C U 2NITE.

"Fuck!" Swearing up a storm, he marched into the bathroom and turned on the shower. His raging hard-on tormented him. This was going to be one hell of a long day.

Chapter Three

Jolie knew she was playing with fire but she just couldn't stop. She was having too much fun and Mack was just too fucking sexy. She'd been in lust with her father's best friend for years now. That childish crush had slowly blossomed into something more profound and intense over the last year. Knowing they'd be thrown together here at the lake had filled her with such excitement. She'd decided this was her chance to get what she wanted.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Mack would cave to her. She'd assumed she'd be lucky to sneak a few kisses but—oh, hell—she'd gotten so much more.

She shivered as the memories of their trysts raced through her mind. The things he'd done to her! The things she'd
let
him do to her! She'd been nurturing fantasies of submission for a while now. Her parents had an extensive erotic library and had never denied her access to the books. From the moment she'd picked up that first tale of dominance and submission, she'd been hooked. She wanted to try that. She wanted to be dominated. She wanted to find pleasure under a Master's hand.

And, god, hadn't she done just that? Mack's skillful hands had driven her to the heights of ecstasy and back. The man knew how to manipulate her body and had shown her things about her own sexuality she hadn't even realized. She'd never come so hard or so many times. She hadn't even thought that was possible.

Unfortunately for Mack, he'd created a monster. One afternoon in the shower and a night in his bed just wasn't enough. She craved more of him. She
needed
more of him.

Her stomach flip-flopped at the chirp of her phone. She snatched up the hot pink bejeweled device. Her heart stuttered at the sight of Mack's face on her screen. She slid her finger over the screen to accept the call. Fingers trembling, she lifted the phone to her ear. "Hello."

"Come over. Now."

The call ended without warning. She clutched the phone in her shaky fingers as Mack's gruff voiced echoed in her mind. Already, her clit throbbed.

She wasted no time following his order. Her parents had been gone for half an hour at one of their "bridge" parties. In other words, they were about to start swinging with the other like-minded couples at that big lodge. They probably wouldn't be home until sunrise, if even then. She and Mack had all night—and she intended to make the best of it.

Jolie didn't bother with panties or a bra. She slipped into a flirty sundress and quickly slid on some sandals and left the house with only her phone, just in case something happened and her parents needed to reach her.

At Mack's back door, she hesitated before knocking. A little tremor of fear rattled her chest. Last night had been intense. Her bruised ass was still sore to the touch. Her nipples were tender, too. The practical, smart side of her screamed to go back to her cabin and let go of this infatuation with Mack.

The naughty, curious side spurred her hand into action. She wanted to be with Mack again. She needed to know what else he would do to her. She desired his hands on her again more than anything.

He answered after the first knock. The door flew open and he grasped her hand, hauling her inside the darkened house. She gasped as he spun her around and smashed her smaller body between his and the wall. He kicked the door shut. The slam reverberated through the wall and into her palms.

"Ah!" She shivered as his lips ghosted across her neck. His hard cock jutted against her ass. She held her breath as his hands moved under her flimsy skirt. His rough, callused palms rasped her naked skin. He cupped her pussy and squeezed her ass cheek at the same time, his big hands taking whatever they wanted.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Jolie."

She gulped. "Promise?"

He laughed then, the sound so rich and amused. "Baby girl, you're flirting with danger."

"Precaution never was my strong suit."

He chuckled against her neck and nipped at her shoulder. "Do you remember your safe word?"

"Red."

"Good girl. Don't be afraid to use it, Jolie. I won't think less of you."

No, he wouldn't. She believed that with every fiber of her being. She trusted him implicitly. She trusted that he wouldn't take things too far. If he ever did, that safe word was her safety net.

He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her away from the wall. She gasped at the slightly sharp bite against her scalp. He didn't pull hard enough to harm her, just enough to create that delicious ache of discomfort that made her pussy clench and her nipples tighten to hard peaks. She walked in front of him, letting him guide her movements with the fingers threaded through her hair, and ended up in his bedroom. The flashbacks from last night made her weak in the knees. Oh, hell! They'd really done some dirty stuff in here.

Her gaze fell to his bed. A selection of sex toys had been lined up on the patchwork quilt. The penny dropped. "Is that what you were up to when you disappeared this afternoon? You went shopping? I looked all over for you."

"Last night I had to improvise. Tonight, I've got the tools I need."

She swallowed hard at the sight of dildos, vibrators and anal plugs. The padded leather cuffs looked rather enticing. She'd played around with a set a friend owned but hadn't ever let anyone use them on her. That took so much trust.

Trust she was willing to give Mack.

"Ow!" She yelped as his big hand smacked her butt. She glared at him. "What was that for?"