More than a Dare (Masters Club 4)

He extended a hand, which she took, allowing him to help her to her feet. She moved gingerly, her face twisted with concentration. She took a single step and then stopped, her hand flying back to her bottom.

“You okay?” he asked, biting back a smile. “It should just be a full sensation, no pain.”

She frowned, as if deciding. “It’s…okay, I guess. I mean, no, it doesn’t hurt. It just feels…weird.” A bit of color rose in her cheeks. “Maybe even…kind of good.” She ducked her head.

Hayden smiled, delighted with her in every respect. Not for the first time, he wondered how she’d made it to thirty without ever properly exploring her natural inclinations of submission and erotic masochism. He was especially pleased to be the one to take her on this journey, as far as she was willing to go.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said aloud. “We’ll work you up to the larger plugs. It’s excellent training for full-on anal sex. You’ll learn to take my cock with ease and grace, holding yourself open to me, giving yourself completely to me.”

The color deepened on her cheeks and her hazel eyes widened. Tonight they were green flecked with gold. Her mouth was like a piece of ripe fruit, red and luscious, waiting to be tasted, to be claimed.

He pulled back the covers, letting them fall to the floor. “Lie on the bed on your back,” he directed, his cock stiff, his balls tight with lust. “Position yourself so your head is at the end of the bed. Then spread your arms and legs so I can bind you.”

As she lay down, he reached under the mattress, pulling up the looped canvas straps he’d attached at the four corners of the bed frame. “Move down just a little,” he directed, “so your head is hanging off the edge of the mattress.”

He secured her wrists first, slipping the loops over her hands and adjusting them until they were snug but not over-tight. Next, he slid a pillow beneath her hips so he’d have better access to her newly denuded cunt. Then he looped the canvas straps around her ankles, pulling her legs wide.

Satisfied, he moved to stand just behind her head at the end of the bed. “I’m going to fuck your face while I smack that pretty little cunt. Your job is to keep your mouth open and your throat relaxed, and to take your cunt slapping with submissive grace. If you please me, I’ll reward you afterward. If you don’t, I’ll punish you.”

A look of genuine fear passed over Dahlia’s face. She was no doubt a little disoriented with her head in that position. Her sense of vulnerability had to be further heightened by her being bound spread-eagle to the bed.

He waited a beat, half expecting her to use her slow-down phrase, or at the very least to ask for permission to speak. He didn’t want her white-knuckling her way through this. Maybe he’d been too hard on her earlier, and now she was afraid to say anything.

“Hey,” he said gently, crouching down to stroke her cheek. “Communication is paramount, even in a Master/slave relationship. Especially in a Master/slave relationship. Is there something you want to say? Tell me what’s going on right now.”

“I’m nervous. I-I’m not sure I can do this, Sir. What if I can’t breathe?”

Hayden smiled reassuringly. “You’ll be fine. One of the benefits of this position is that your mouth and throat are in alignment, making it easier to deep throat without gagging. I’ll go slow at first to give you a chance to adapt.”

“Okay, Sir,” she said in a small voice, though she didn’t seem entirely convinced. “I trust you.”

“If you start to panic, focus on acceptance—on taking what your Master gives you. Draw on your courage. Surrender yourself to the process—to me. And remember, you always have your hand signal.” He made a V with his fingers.

She calmed visibly at the reminder, and even managed a small smile with her nod.

“That’s my brave girl,” he said, proud of her.

Taking his cock in hand, he bent his knees slightly so his shaft was level with her mouth. He tapped at her lips with the head until she parted them. Easing forward, he filled her warm, wet mouth with his throbbing cock.

Christ, it felt so fucking good…

He moved carefully at first, not going too deep. To relax her, he slid a finger into her wet, tight cunt, using her natural lubricant as he rubbed her spread sex. When she began to tremble beneath his touch, he lifted his hand and gave her a sudden, sharp smack on her shaven cunt.

She squealed, her cry muffled by his cock, now lodged in her throat. Spurred on, he smacked her harder, his palm open against her delicate flesh. Dahlia writhed in her bonds, her chest heaving. The hot little slut was soaking wet. She could protest all she wanted, but she was clearly turned on.