At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

She could still taste the faintly acrid, mushroomy flavor of his jism at the back of her throat. She imagined it was a powerful elixir from the gods, gifted to her by her Master. She would love to do it again, this time without his controlling her movements. She would start by kissing his balls, sucking each one gently into her mouth and then licking the sensitive skin of his perineum. She would ignore his cock until it was throbbing, pre-come at its tip, his balls tight with need. Then she would slowly, teasingly, lower her mouth over the head as she gripped the base of his shaft. She would hover there until he was practically begging her for more.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers. Use them like a cock.”

Jess’s eyes flew open, the sound of his voice jerking her back to reality. She’d almost forgotten she was performing. She’d almost forgotten he was even there in the room.

“And keep your eyes open,” he added, staring down at her. The bulge was back in his jeans. Jess’s cunt pulsed with the need to be filled.

“Keep them on my face,” he added.

Blushing, she brought her gaze back to his handsome face, losing herself in those dark-lashed gray eyes. A jolt of raw, thrilling desire pulsated through her as they stared at one another. I’m doing this for him. For Master Cameron. He wants this of me. It excites him.

That realization in and of itself was thrilling. He wanted her! After all—he had been the one to invite her to the Masters Club in the first place. And then he’d chosen to be her mentor. Sure the next logical step would be—

Again, she shut down the impermissible thoughts. She stopped thinking altogether as she rubbed and frigged herself, using three fingers held closely together in a poor approximation of a cock—his cock—inside her. He was leaning forward now, elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed intently on her body.

The pleasure mounted inside her. She was panting, her heart beating fast. She was nearing the edge. “Please, Sir,” she gasped. “May I come?”

“No, sub girl. You may not.”

Her brain stuttered as it processed the refusal, her hands faltering at her sex. She was both frustrated and more turned on than she could remember. This man—this sexy, gorgeous man—controlled her orgasm. That most intimate of power exchanges thrilled her to her bones.

“I didn’t say stop touching yourself. Stay focused,” he added tartly.

Jess immediately resumed touching and rubbing herself, though with less intensity than before, afraid she might come otherwise.

But even her light touch was enough, as aroused as she was. It wasn’t long before she again begged, “Please, Sir! May I—”

“No,” he interjected, cutting her off. “Not yet. Control yourself. Keep your eyes on mine.”

Her eyes, which had fluttered closed at some point without her permission, flew open once more. She focused on his pupils, which were so dilated now that the silvery gray of his irises was barely visible. He gazed back, his expression at once masterful and calm.

Her entire body was trembling, sweat on her upper lip and at her hairline as she struggled to control herself, while at the same time stimulating herself to a fever pitch. Her clit was so sensitized now, her cunt so achingly needy, that again, within a minute or two, she was reduced to pleading, “Please! I can’t hold on. Please, Sir.”

“Do it. Come for me.”

A wave of relief washed through her shaking body as she let herself go. She kept her eyes fixed on his for as long as she could. The fingers flying over her sex were no longer her own, but his. She was an extension of him, his possession, his lover…

As the powerful climax shattered through her, her head fell back, her mouth opening in a wail of keening lust. She would have been embarrassed at her uncontrolled display, but she was too far gone to care.

When she eventually opened her eyes, heart still pattering, breath still ragged, Master Cameron was crouching beside her, a strange urgency in his expression.

“Jess,” he breathed, his voice cracking. He reached for her, pulling her gently up into his arms. He lowered his face to hers, so close she could feel his warm breath on her cheek.

She forgot how to breathe.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god. He’s going to kiss me!

Then, abruptly, as if she were suddenly too hot to handle, he let her go, depositing her with a thump back to the mat. He rose hastily to his feet. Taking a step back, he said in a strangled voice, “Good job. Lesson over for today.” Clearing his throat, he added, “Your initial training is complete. You may now consider yourself a bona fide pleasure sub at the Masters Club. Congratulations.”

Turning on his heel, he strode from the room, closing the door behind him.