Master's Flame (Cirque Masters 3)

“Because...because...” She started to cry because he was hurting her so terribly and she didn’t know the answer he wanted. “Because I ask too many questions.”

“Getting closer.”

She broke into open sobs. “I don’t know. Please, help me.”

“‘Because I serve you, Master,’” he provided in a tight voice.

“Because I serve you, Master.” Hadn’t he just taught her that? She was so awful at this. So stupid. Her lips trembled and she bit them to keep them still.

“It’s not that hard, Valentina. The answer to the lion’s share of my questions will be ‘Because I serve you, Master.’ The answer to a great number of your questions too.” He released his biting clinch of her nipple. “You deserve to be hurt for no other reason than it amuses and arouses me. Sometimes you’ll be hurt for punishment and sometimes because I want to listen to you cry and beg for mercy.” He smiled as he forced her to her knees. “I enjoy crying and begging.”

She stared, her mouth going dry at the sight of his thick cock straining at the front of his pants. She wanted to open his fly, release him and kiss and caress him, but she still remembered the embarrassment of their first meeting, when she’d knelt before him and he’d stopped her. No, my dear. Not that.

Instead she waited, straightening her back and pushing out her average-sized breasts. She wished she had big, bountiful breasts for him but she could only be as she was. When she dropped her gaze to the floor, he tapped her chin up.

“No, you must look at me. Always look at me. I do not like retiring, introspective slaves who stare at the floor and obsess about their purpose and their feelings. This slave purity is nonsense. You have one purpose here—to please me. To do that, you must be attentive and stay in the moment. You must observe and be ready at any moment to fulfill a request. Above all, you must have energy when you’re with me.”

“Yes, Master.”

Don’t look at the floor. Have energy. Be ready to fulfill requests. While she drilled these directives into her memory he crossed to the far wall, muttering in French. She could only hear a few words, and none of them were comforting. She sensed she was about to be subjected to a trial, an ordeal, to learn if she was strong enough to be one of his slaves. One of many.

She wasn’t going to delude herself. A man like Michel Lemaitre took what he wanted, to include multiple play partners. She herself enjoyed many partners, at least before. Now...

Now she didn’t want to.

She wanted to be his and only his.

He returned with a pair of nipple clamps, a clear glass anal plug, and an unopened vial of lubricant. “Hold out your hands.” When she did, he placed the plug in one hand and the lube in the other. “Hold those for me.”

She knelt, arms outstretched, staring at the plug in her palm. She hadn’t used a lot of anal toys before, and this one wasn’t beginner sized. She swallowed hard as he flicked at her nipples, preparing them for the clamps. When he attached the first one she sucked in her breath at the pain but managed not to flinch or draw away. He put on the second one and let the chain between them drop against her belly, a cold tug at her aching peaks. He squeezed her breasts, avoiding the nipples. The squeezing hurt but the heat and pressure of his fingers somehow made it better. When he knelt to grope her, forcing a palm between her thighs, she stared down at the thick plug in her hand and began to shake.

“Be still,” he said. “I’ve barely hurt you yet.”

“Yes, Master. I’m s-sorry.” Her voice stuttered as he thrust his fingers into her pussy. She dripped with arousal, embarrassingly slick against his hand.

“Someone is excited,” he said. She flushed as he took the plug from her palm and slid it between her legs. He probed her pussy with it, roughly, so she swayed a little on her knees. Then he held it up in the light so she could see the sheen of her juices on the surface. As she stared at it, he brought it to her mouth. “Lick it off. Taste yourself.”

She did as he asked. When he pressed his fingers against her lips, she sucked them also, happy to touch and caress some part of him. When he was satisfied, he drew his hand away and took her face in his palm. “Who do you serve?” he asked softly.

For a moment she forgot the words, but they came to her just in time. “I serve you, Master.”

“Turn around and show me your ass.”

He took the lube so her hands were free. She skittered around on her knees until she faced away from him and then she paused. Did he mean her to bend over? Or just stick her ass out? He solved her conundrum by shoving her forward so fast she nearly thunked her head on the floor. Two smacks of fire attacked her ass cheeks.

“Show me your ass,” he repeated with annoyance. “Point it up in the air and reach back to open yourself. You can balance on your shoulders. I know you know how to balance.” She heard him flick open the lube’s cap. She arranged herself as well as she could, flinching as her position forced her clamped nipples against the floor. She gripped her ass cheeks and parted them, feeling humiliated and punished. He was so good at this. She thought she should tell him that, and tell him how excited she was to be doing this scene with him.

But she wasn’t supposed to be daydreaming about how hot he was and how raw and abject she must look. She was supposed to be alert to him, ready to obey and submit to his urges. When she felt cold lube drip on her asshole she arched a little more, accepting the slow intrusion of his finger when it came. He worked it around inside her and then added another. She clenched around his thick fingers, nervously remembering the pain yesterday, the struggle to accommodate her Master’s size.

He withdrew and added more lube, and then she felt the plug against her hole. Her legs tensed and she drew her knees together, not that she could halt this invasion. The plug was going inside her no matter how long it took, of that she was sure. It was nowhere near as large as his cock, but the pressure of it burned as he tested it against her sphincter. The lube eased the way a little but her body didn’t want it inside. Relax. Relax! Let him do what he wants.

“You see,” he said, as he worked it in and out, a little farther each time, “I hurt you, but I also help you. This plug’s size will make it easier for you next time I fuck your ass.”

When will that be? she wanted to ask, but at the same time, she was afraid to know. She almost let go of her cheeks, not because she meant to disobey but because she was shaking again. She gritted her teeth as the widest part of the plug breached her. In and out, a little more each time. It never got any easier, only more painful. With a heartless grunt, he pressed it in all the way and she clenched around the narrower neck of the toy in relief. It felt heavy and thick inside her, but at least she wasn’t so stretched anymore. When he’d fucked her, she’d been stretched around his huge cock the whole time, pained and terrified. She couldn’t think of that now.

“You can release your ass,” he said. “Stand up and look at me.”

She did as he asked, flushing hot. Her ass felt stuffed. Under his unblinking regard, she tried to display and present herself, tipping her breasts forward and squaring her hips. I serve you, Master. I serve you, Master. Thinking the words made it easier to bear the ache in her nipples and the sore discomfort in her ass. And the fear. He reached out and pulled her back to the couch, back over his lap.

Oh no, she’d thought this part was over. She took some panting breaths and braced herself as he grasped her arm, holding her down. His other hand brushed lazily across her ass cheeks. “Pain is not a game to me,” he said after a moment. “I use it to get what I want. I’ll use it to change you, Valentina. I’ll use it to make you better and stronger. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master. More than anything.”

“Reach down and place your palms flat against the floor. You are not to move them. You are not to pull away from me. You are to maintain your position over my lap until I’m finished.” He paused, cupping the curve of her ass. “Why do you deserve this, Valentina?”

This

time the words were right there. “Because I serve you, Master.”

“Good. You’re learning.” The first spank landed in a slap of fire. It was harder this time. She wasn’t imagining it. The next one came even harder, and the next one harder again. He paused a few seconds to rearrange her, making her arch her ass up after she’d tensed against him. As she waited, the heat of the spanks spread out, radiated. Her ass clenched around the hard glass plug, sending an intense flush of shamed pleasure to her pussy. She was so wet she could feel the moisture creeping down the insides of her thighs.

Fuck me, please. Don’t spank me. Fuck me. She wished he would fuck her the way he had that morning, grabbing her legs and driving into her pussy with pure unbridled lust. She was ready for him, so ready. He was hard—she could feel it—but he wasn’t letting that break his stern control. The spanks continued hard and loud, spread out across her ass and the underside of her cheeks, and whenever she clenched away from the punishment, a sharp Up! had her arching for more.

She was working so hard to deal with the pain that she didn’t even think of the obscene plug in her ass until he spanked right over it so it bucked inside her. She wanted to cover her face and cry because she hated and loved this at the same time, but she wasn’t supposed to move her hands. When she curled her fingers into fists, he gave her an especially sharp crack. “Palms against the floor.”

It had been five minutes perhaps, that was all, but the pain was building faster than she could process it. It was growing beyond what she could bear. She twitched her bottom to the side and was rewarded with a sharp spank on the side of her thigh.

“Oh, please!” she cried out. “It hurts so badly.”