His To Master and Own (Miami Masters 5)

“I’m the one asking questions. Was it as good as the one you had in my office?”

Alessa didn’t know which disconcerted her the most, the way the warm burn on her folds extended deep inside her, or his astute observation of her orgasm two days ago. With her arousal spiking with every second, she refused to risk his irritation or another punishment by balking at answering. “No, not even close. But he was nice.”

“You don’t need to defend your response, or him. You also don’t need, or want nice, and he should’ve caught that halfway through your scene. Now, at Chains, I could tell even from across the room you didn’t climax. Why?” Sean trailed his fingers over her seam, teasing her with small dips inside as he bent forward and drew one nipple into his mouth. Pulling up with a hard suction, he released the throbbing tip with a plop, his face just inches from hers as he said, “I don’t like to be kept waiting for an answer to a question.”

“You’re the one distracting me, Master Sean,” she whispered in frustration.

This time, he delved inside her pussy and pinched her clit. She jerked with the sudden pain and would’ve lost her balance if he hadn’t gripped her thigh to steady her. “Giving up control isn’t as easy as you thought, is it?”

“Honestly, I never thought it would be easy.” But she had to admit, she’d never had a man focus on her with such single-minded intent before, or anyone else for that matter, and it gave her a heady feeling she’d never experienced before. “That Dom turned me off in several ways, starting with not even taking the time to ask my name.”

“Then you should have said the safeword and sent him packing.” The growl in his low voice sent a flash of warm pleasure through her. “I’d punish you for that infraction also, but I think just allowing him to fuck you was punishment enough for you.”

Alessa hadn’t looked at it like that, but maybe she should have. Then Sean shifted away from her and pulled yet another item from the bag, this one sending prickles of excitement up and down her body. She’d never used a dual vibrator before, in fact, she’d never indulged in anal play at all, but as she watched him lube the shorter phallus, she knew she was about to.

“Your look tells me this might be something new for you,” he said, continuing to use the same calm, patient tone that helped to settle her misgivings.

Her trussed-up position made casual conversation difficult, and the longer he looked at her with those probing eyes and spoke to her in that deep, commanding voice, the more she longed from him. His astuteness continued to catch her off-guard, and while she may have had sex with several men who were little more than strangers in the past, her experiences were limited to basic positions without the frills of toys.

“No, I’ve never used one of those before,” Alessa admitted without elaborating.

Using his knee, Sean pushed her thighs further apart, his gaze on hers as he leaned forward and nipped at one turgid nipple, the sharp pain eliciting a fresh gush of dampness from her gaping slit. “Ever indulged in anal stimulation at all?”

She shook her head, the soft brush of her hair sliding over her bare shoulders a pleasant sensation compared to the hard swat blistering the tender skin of her slick folds that wrenched another startled cry from her. “Verbal responses, unless I’ve instructed you not to speak. Got it?”

“Yes… Sir,” she tacked on when he raised his hand again. How could he expect her to remember those little details when the burn from that slap filled her vagina and left her nipples aching to feel the tug of his mouth again? “And no, anal is something I’ve never considered allowing.”

“Then it’s a good thing in our relationship you don’t get to allow, I get to do as I please. And it pleases me very much to introduce you to something new. You will come for me every time I say.”

“I will?” The inherent command set her insides to quivering with a molten flow of heat even as she questioned how she could possibly climax when ordered to.

“You will.” His confident reply accompanied the probe of the double phallus between her legs, the lubed, shorter dildo slipping past her tight sphincter with almost as much ease as the larger one slid through her slit.

Alessa held her breath as Master Sean worked the toy into her orifices one slow inch at a time. The burn of the tight, unaccustomed fit in her rectum gave way slowly to sparks of surprising pleasure she’d never imagined could come from that usually taboo part of the anatomy. When both objects were embedded up to the base, she exhaled with a sigh and shifted her hips to adjust to the new sense of fullness.

“Do you like the feel of double penetration?” Sean asked, pulling the dildos out two inches before thrusting them back in with a harder, deeper push that ignited a firestorm of pleasure.

“I… think so. It’s different,” she finished on a gasp with another pump in and out of the foreign objects.

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart. You did better this evening than I thought you would, answering my question. I want you to come for me now.” He pressed his mouth to hers in a hard, too brief kiss before moving down to her breasts.

Sensation after sensation bombarded Alessa’s body as he drew on her nipples with tight suctions while pummeling her pussy and ass with the silicone cocks. She arched her hips toward his thrusting hand, her soft mewls erupting into high-pitched cries when the thick intrusions started vibrating against the sensitive tissues lining the walls of both holes. She arched her torso back even further, straining toward the release he commanded of her.

But it wasn’t until Master Sean looked up, his damp lips hovering right above one red, puckered nipple, and uttered one word in a guttural tone. “Now.”

The sparks exploded into fireworks rippling up and down her clenching pussy and ass, the tight convulsions doing nothing to slow down the deep, forceful plunges of the dual phallus. The sound of her slurping, copious juices welcoming the ramming intrusions mingled with her heavy pants and his low murmurs of approval. Alessa’s trussed up efforts caused a sheen of perspiration to break out on her body, but the goosebumps remained as she splintered apart with an exultant cry.

SEAN COULDN’T RECALL another woman who looked as beautiful when in the throes of an orgasm as Alessa. Her red-streaked hair dampened on the ends, her body bowed and jerked in the restraints, glistening with a moist sheen as she rode the dildos with unabashed pleasure. “Again,” he commanded when her gyrations slowed and she shook with the dwindling tremors of her release.

He worked the double phallus inside her, upped the vibrations by twisting the small knob on the base again, and pressed the larger one harder against her swollen, reddened clit with each return thrust. The black corset emphasized the paleness of her skin, especially the fleshy mounds of her quivering breasts and her soft thighs above the gartered stockings. As sexy as she looked, he couldn’t wait to strip her bare the next time, to enjoy access to her whole cushiony body.

“Oh, God, please,” she pled, her breathless voice zeroing straight down to his balls. How long had it been since he’d reveled in hearing a woman beg?

“Please what?” he prodded with another plunge that brought her up higher on her knees.

“I don’t think… aaah!” Sean cut off her denial with a painful bite of one nipple then smiled when she pressed her crotch down on the invading objects and came apart again.

“That’s it, Alessa. Don’t think, just feel. One more.” She didn’t argue this time, just took everything he dished out, riding his pumping hand for all its worth, the abundant cream coating the vibrating toy smelling as enticing as it looked.

Tossing the toy aside, he unhooked her hands from her ankles and removed the binding sleeve. Using both hands, he rubbed her arms, getting the circulation going faster when she winced as she brought her arms forward. “Breathe, it’ll pass.”

“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she moaned, leaning against him.

“The arm rubs or the orgasms?” Sean enjoyed teasing her.

Alessa’s laugh vibrated against his chest. “B

oth.” It took only thirty seconds for her to stiffen against him, as he’d known she would once her mind cleared. Scooting back without looking at him, she didn’t let her flushed state, heaving chest and trembling thighs stop her from sliding off the bed. “I need to wash up.”