Master in Shining Armor (Masters Unleashed 4)
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He pulled his finger out of her pussy, and placed his fingertip against her asshole, convincing her body to take it as he teased her clit with his other hand. Tied and helpless, she couldn’t do anything to stop him except whine as his finger pushed deeper. She moaned as he started to slowly finger fuck her, annoyed that he’d trained her body to like this. Pressure built in her pussy at the sensations that still felt strange and dirty.
“What a good girl. You love it when your Master shoves his finger in your tight little hole.”
She meant to tell him off—to tell him he was fucking delusional—but all that came out of her mouth was a distressed sound that sounded suspiciously like begging.
She was already so close!
“Yeah, my girl likes this, doesn’t she?”
“Noo!” she whined.
He withdrew his finger, and for a disappointing moment she thought he might stop.
Disappointing? Ugh. Maybe she did like this.
When he started again, it felt like he was trying to shove his whole hand in there.
“What are you doing? That’s too much!”
“Stop being a drama queen. It’s only two fingers.”
She felt impossibly stretched, her body hating it and loving it. She swayed in her bonds as he eased his fingers in and out of her too-small hole, not able to do more than gasp. The bottoms of her feet were cramping from the curling of her toes, and her head was pounding. Warmth dripped from her pussy, and his slick fingers twisted and spread inside her ass, making room for himself. Her pussy felt so empty, but his other fingers surrounded her clit, tugging and milking it until her body stiffened, muscles straining, on the very edge of a massive fucking orgasm.
The bastard stopped.
She howled, her body spasming and fluttering through her ruined orgasm. She was babbling, but had no idea what she was saying. He left her there, swaying, dripping with sweat, feeling exposed and a little freaked out. Her asshole was a bit sore, but the welts from the strap stung more, and her pussy felt swollen and irritated and impatient. Her clit felt a million sizes too big.
He came back from wherever he’d gone, smelling like soap. Slowly, petting and touching her, he untied her.
“So you hate me, do you?” he asked, his voice was threatening, low, and rough with lust.
“What?” Her head was muzzy and confused.
“You kept saying you hated me just now. That’s not very nice.”
“What? I didn’t!”
“Yes, you did.”
She was on the floor by then, and he was unbinding her and massaging life back into her prickling limbs. When she was completely unbound, he pulled her facedown over his leather-clad thighs, his hard-on an iron bar pressed against her side.
“Master?” What was he
doing?
He started to spank her, but she squirmed on his lap, too horny and aching to deal with being disciplined for what words had fallen out of her mouth when she wasn’t paying attention.
“No!” She kicked, her legs drumming loudly against the floor. The floor was gritty under her forearms, and his legs were muscular and warm under her belly. He held her in place with one big hand on her lower back, warming her ass until it burned and stung.
“If I decide to delay your orgasms, do you get to say nasty things to me?”
“No, Master! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
Smack! Smack!
“Do you know what greedy girls get?”
She was pretty sure “orgasms” wasn’t the right answer, but she really wished it were.