Claiming Cleo (Masters Club 2)

Not wanting that to happen, Jack pulled her gently back until his cock fell from her mouth, bobbing like a divining rod in the air between them.

“Take a deep breath, Cleo,” he advised her. “You’re going under.”

This time, she did meet his gaze. Her eyes were wide with a delicious combination of fear and desire that sent Jack’s pulse racing. “You want this, don’t you, Cleo?” he murmured in a voice for her ears only. “You love that you’re totally helpless and at my mercy. It thrills you to place your very life in my hands, doesn’t it?”

She let out a long breath, a shudder moving through her tiny frame. “Yes,” she whispered, thrilling him with the admission. “Yes, please, Sir.”

And there it was.

She had returned to him, even if only for the duration of this scene. He would make the most of it. He gave Brandon a nod.

As Cleo drew in a deep breath, the young man activated the winch once more, lowering her into the water until she was completely submerged. Those still gathered around them fell silent as everyone held their collective breath.

Jack watched the clock. At thirty seconds, he signaled for Brandon to raise her. Water streamed from her face as she drew in a breath. She had that flushed, wild look of a sub in what he thought of as the zone—that place where she would do anything asked of her.

“Again,” he said, power radiating like heat deep inside him.

Once more, she was lowered into the water. This time he placed his hand on her head as he watched the clock. He wrapped his free hand around his shaft, just to ease the ache there.

Thirty seconds.

Forty-five.

At sixty-two seconds, he felt her sudden tension in the jerk of her head beneath his hand. It wasn’t the safe signal, but it was clear she was nearing the end of her ability to hold her breath. Jack lifted his chin with a nod toward Brandon, who immediately hauled the girl up and out of the water.

“Oooh,” she moaned, water dripping from her body, her eyes shining as if she were lit from within by the flame of her desire. “More, Sir. More, please…”

Thrilled at her response, Jack pulled the girl toward his groin. He eased his throbbing shaft once more into the wet warmth of her mouth. He closed his eyes, sighing as she took him deep into her throat. Even without the use of her hands, and awkwardly bound as she was, she licked, suckled and massaged his shaft with her tongue and throat muscles until he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

He had planned to hold off orgasm until later in the scene, but within minutes, he was too aroused to stop. With a small cry, he ejaculated deep in the girl’s throat. Heart thudding, he pushed her gently back so she could get her breath.

As she swayed in her bonds, he climbed down into the tub. While the sides of the tank were high, the water only rose to his waist. With his lust sated for the moment, Jack moved to stand beside her. Her legs were bound in such a way that he was able to slip his hands between her thighs. He was delighted to discover that her cunt was slick with her juices, her clit swollen and distended.

Bending over her bound body, he wrapped one arm around her throat from behind, his other hand buried between her legs. Another delicious shudder moved through her, reminding him what a powerful positive trigger a chokehold had always been for her. He rubbed at her clit as he murmured into her ear, “At this moment, you exist solely to please me. Isn’t that right, slave?” He tightened his hold around her throat.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, her entire body now trembling against his.

“Good girl,” he crooned. “Now you will come for me, like a good little slut.”

He slipped a finger into her tight, wet cunt. She groaned, the sound low and feral in her throat. He wanted to fuck her, but he managed to keep himself under control as he brought her closer and closer to the edge of climax.

“Do you want to come, cunt?” he asked throatily into her ear.

“Oh, god, yes,” she moaned. “Please, Sir.”

He abruptly pulled his hand away. He moved around the swaying girl until he was facing her. Crouching so their faces were level, he said, “I’ll let you come, but on one condition. I’m going to dunk you again. Just your head this time, so I have access to your pretty little cunt. If you can come with your head underwater, go for it. If you don’t want to do that, we can just stop now—scene over.”

As the emotions moved over her expressive face, he could read them as if there were text there. She was both excited and furious by this new and strange condition. The greedy slut in her wanted to come, now, no strings attached. But the submissive in her thrilled to the idea of being held underwater while an orgasm was wrested from her. It was the perfect submissive dilemma, and it never ceased to delight the sadist in Jack’s soul.