At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

He needed to shift gears—take the focus off himself.

“For our next exercise,” he said, some measure of control restored, “you will remove your dress and lie on the mat, legs spread wide. I’d like to watch you bring yourself to orgasm.”

Jess was still on her knees. Her mouth fell open at his words, the color deepening on her cheeks. She was such an odd combination of wanton exhibitionism and girlish shyness. It was quite endearing, actually.

But her lustful innocence was neither here nor there. Whether the choice had been wise or not, he was her mentor, and it was time he acted like it. Ignoring her reaction, he continued, “Our trained slaves learn to come on command, and also not to come if permission is refused, even if they’re teetering on the edge. It’s about self-control, and giving yourself fully to your Master.”

She continued to look alarmed, though she said nothing.

Amused, but taking some pity on her, he added, “Pleasure subs aren’t generally as skilled in this, since you don’t get the necessary training. The odds are, you won’t be asked to perform to that level. More likely, you’ll just be asked to give a credible blow job, or climax for a particular Dom’s voyeuristic pleasure. That said, you’ll still be expected to perform on request.”

She seemed a little calmer now, and Cameron felt his equilibrium returning. “For today, I’ll test how much control you already possess, and we can go from there. You may ask for permission if you’re getting close, but if I refuse, you are not to come. However you need to handle that is up to you, but failure to obey will result in immediate punishment. Do you understand the parameters of your assignment?”

She drew in a tremulous breath, as if girding herself. Finally, so soft it was almost a whisper, she replied, “Yes, Sir.”

~*~

Jess rose to her feet, if a little unsteadily. With a slightly trembling hand, she dragged the zipper down, causing her dress to fall open. She was naked beneath it, save for the stockings. Her cunt felt swollen, her clit pulsing. Master Cameron was watching her intently, his eyes leaving streaks of fire over her flesh.

His rock-hard cock had been so silky smooth in her mouth, hot to the touch, his musk alluring and spicy. Once she’d been able to relax enough to focus on what she was doing, she’d enjoyed the exchange of power that had played out, if only briefly.

Though erotic submission was her life’s blood, the subtle shift in control when driving a man to distraction with your mouth was like having a glass of strong, sweet wine to go with it. Yes, it was a submissive act to allow a man to slide his big, hard cock down her throat as he held her in place. And she’d experienced an edgy, sexy erotic fear when he’d thrust so deeply down her throat that she’d been unable to breathe. At that moment, he’d literally held her very life in his hands.

But the balance of power had shifted, however briefly, when she brought him to a trembling, gasping climax. He was so incredibly sexy, his cock pulsing in her mouth, his legs trembling slightly, his chin lifted, eyes closed in apparent ecstasy as he cried out at the moment of release. At that moment, his vulnerability overtook the masterful confidence and dominant control that were second nature to him. At that moment, he was just a man—a man she might be falling—

No. Unacceptable thought. Switch gears.

Easy enough to distract herself with her genuine anxiety over having to masturbate in front of someone. She recognized the absurdity of her shyness. After all, she didn’t hesitate to strip naked and scene with virtual strangers, as long as the setting was a BDSM dungeon. She allowed men she barely knew to do all sorts of wonderful, terrible things to her. So why hesitate over a simple request like giving herself pleasure?

It was that same vulnerability he had shown in the moments before and after his orgasm. It left you defenseless and exposed. And that was scary. But it was also an act of trust—of faith. And she did trust Master Cameron. He wasn’t a bully. He didn’t seek to humiliate or embarrass her. He seemed to appreciate and respect submission as a courageous act, which many guys in the scene did not. He wasn’t just out for his own sadistic satisfaction. Her mentor genuinely wanted to help her to succeed in the heady, intense environment of the Masters Club.

She tried to hold onto those thoughts as Master Cameron brought over a folding chair and set it up directly in front of her. He sat down and leaned back, crossing his ankle over his knee.

“You may begin,” he said imperiously.

Jess brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them for extra lubrication, though she probably didn’t need it, her cunt already wet and ready. She closed her eyes as she placed her hand between her legs. Her clit was like a hard pebble beneath her fingers. She rubbed over and around it, sighing with pleasure.