All's Fair in Love and Mastery (Masters Unleashed 5)

Taking his cock in hand, he nudged between her thighs. Both of them were breathing hard from exertion and arousal. Her sweat-sheened breasts brushed against his abs, and she realized again just how much bigger he was than her—it was so easy to forget sometimes.

The yummy feeling of being small, vulnerable, and helpless, and at the mercy of this overgrown sadistic prick made her whimper. The chains were completely unnecessary, as he’d shown her time and again. She was at his mercy any time he felt like dominating her, and he liked to take advantage of that at completely unpredictable times. The only bonus about using restraints was that it kept his hands free.

He bent his knees and positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth through her wetness.

“Please, Master! No!”

“Fuck. This dildo is taking up a lot of real estate down here.” He jiggled the damned thing for emphasis, and she almost swallowed her tongue.

“You’re not going to fit,” she whined, knowing damn well he’d make himself fit.

“Your poor pussy is squeezed so tight, baby. This might be uncomfortable for you,” he said with false sympathy.

“Please,” she begged, not sure if she wanted him to stop or go on. The man just loved to drag things out and mind fuck her.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got what you need.”

The man was so fucking full of himself.

He tilted his hips, pressing the head of his cock against her compressed pussy. After a moment, he withdrew the dildo in her ass to a narrower part, using the space it gave him to fuck his way deeper inside. As her body stretched around him, trying to take both his rock-hard cock and a few inches of the glass toy, she moaned long and low, the sound animalistic. Fuck, it was too much—too huge. She panicked, rattling wildly at her chains.

“Look at me.”

She obeyed, even though she just wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and wait for it to be over. He gazed down at her with half-lidded, feverish green eyes.

“You feel so good,” he groaned. He pushed deeper, sinking his way into her slowly, exhibiting a control that made her feel safer. When he was in all the way, she felt stuffed, so full that one wrong move might tear her apart.

“Such a perfect little slave for me,” he rasped, just loud enough for her to hear. “You’re always so tight. You’re almost crushing me.”

Just when her body began to adjust, he gradually worked the dildo back deeper into her ass, not stopping until the base nestled between her ass cheeks. She moaned in discomfort and his mouth hovered over hers, as though he was drinking in her pain, savoring it like a connoisseur.

He went very still, letting her get used to the sensation.

“That’s a lot for your poor body, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Master,” she said in a high whisper.

“Such a brave girl for me.” He brushed his lips along her cheek, and she basked in his approval.

He started to move then, stirring his hips to help her get used to the idea. His pelvis ground against her clit and a shock of pleasure ran through her, making her pussy squeeze him tighter. He swore, and thrust harder, then withdrew partway and bucked back in. E

vil fingers tapped a broken rhythm on the dildo as his hips jerked, his cock shunting in and out with a complete lack of finesse. She moaned with the unrestrained rawness of it, helpless to do anything other than take what he gave her. Hips grinding against hers, fingers digging into her ass and pressing the base of the dildo, his mouth hard and harsh on hers, her mind swam in a delirium of pained pleasure.

He withdrew the dildo partway and pushed it back in experimentally. A few inches out, a few inches in. Held as she was by the chains, all she could do was accept the double invasion of her body, a helpless puppet of his lust. The overwhelming sensation built deep in her belly, and her body quaked, overwhelmed.

“Fuck—are you going to come all over my cock, pretty slave?” He stopped suddenly, cock throbbing hard and deep inside her. Before she could protest, he pistoned the dildo in and out of her ass, and he ground against her clit.

Her world exploded in a violent shuddering that seemed to come simultaneously from her clit, her pussy, and her ass. Her entire lower body cramped up, released, rippled in orgasmic bliss, and his motionless cock jerked aggressively inside her. For an eternity there was just the two of them, fused in this primal excruciating moment of ecstasy.

“Fuuuck, woman.” He groaned, gripping her ass tighter as he lost control and drilled into her, holding the dildo in with only his fingertips. He bucked into her again and again, until she screamed at the combined pain and pleasure of his onslaught.

His final groan was so tortured it harmonized eerily with her own mind. Boneless, she was vaguely aware tears leaked down her cheeks. Moments or eternities later, she was in his arms with no recollection of being unchained. Her heart fluttered, wild and erratic.

“Shh, baby. I’ve got you.” He kissed her forehead, and she realized how cold she was getting. “How do I even deserve you?”

She pinned him with what was undoubtedly a pathetic glare. “You don’t deserve me, you big, mean . . . meanie head.” Her mind felt as hollow and empty as her poor, abused body.

The bastard actually smiled, obviously not appreciating the fact that as soon as she figured out how to use her arms and legs again she was going to smack his smirking face.