Claiming Cleo (Masters Club 2)

He laughed, charmed by this playful side of Cleo he’d only had glimpses of in the past. “I promise to eat everything on my plate,” he replied, unable to stop smiling.

“I made you some coffee,” she said, waving her spatula in the direction of the counter. “Grab a mug if you like and take a seat. Breakfast will be ready shortly.”

Jack moved toward the fancy coffee machine they’d purchased when they’d first moved in, and which had sat mostly unused for the past two years. He got down a mug and poured himself a cup. Turning to Cleo, he asked, “Can I get you some?”

“No thanks. I found some proper Yorkshire Gold teabags in the cupboard. I’ve already had three cups. I might float away if I have another.”

After a leisurely breakfast, they cleaned the kitchen together and then went upstairs to shower and dress. Before they made it to the bathroom, however, Jack’s urges got the better of him.

“Lie down on the bed on your back, legs spread,” he directed. He watched with satisfaction as she immediately lay down and opened her pretty legs into an inverted V. For the thousandth time in his life, he thanked the BDSM gods for his orientation as a Dom, and for the lovely, willing subs he’d had in his life.

His vanilla friends sometimes complained in the moments of rare intimacy male friends allowed themselves that their love lives were seriously lacking in one aspect or another. It seemed to be a fairly common thing among the non-BDSM oriented crowd—sex was either boring, too infrequent or too restrictive.

The contrast in the BDSM community was marked. Because lifestylers had this intense, sexy framework already built into their DNAs, BDSM play was thrilling by definition. The sub girls at the Masters Clubs were highly trained, wet and willing. Membership, free for the subs, wasn’t cheap for the Doms, but that was all to the good, as only serious players applied. It was a safe, sane place for intense edge play and boundary-expanding D/s.

Now, his eyes on the pretty, naked girl in his bed, he took off his PJ bottoms and tossed them aside. Climbing onto the bed, he straddled Cleo’s chest without actually putting his weight on her. His cock, which had been steadily rising since they entered the bedroom, was rock hard and fully erect.

She stared up at him with those sparkling blue eyes, submission softening her features.

“Reach back and grip the bars of the headboard,” he directed. “Keep hold of them until I release you.”

Cleo at once lifted her arms and clasped the bars.

“Now, open your mouth and take what I give you.”

Like a little bird, she instantly parted her lips, her eyes fixed on his face.

Guiding his cock with his hand, Jack slid his shaft into her soft, wet mouth. Her tongue tickled the underside as he slid deeper into her throat. He didn’t stop until it was lodged far back, his balls nearly at her chin.

Her eyes widened, her face reddening. She gripped the bars tightly, though her body beneath him remained relaxed. He was aware he was blocking her windpipe—controlling her very ability to breathe. She was trusting him, quite literally, with her life. The fact that she willingly, eagerly permitted this thrilled him to his bones.

After a bit, he pulled back, allowing her to draw in air. Then he eased once more into her throat, this time gagging her a little as he triggered a reflex.

“Open yourself to me,” he reminded her, dark lust oozing through his bloodstream. “That mouth belongs to me.”

He reached for her nipple, resisting the urge to twist it, as her piercings were still healing. Instead, he squeezed the tip until she winced.

His cock still down her throat, he reached back and grabbed her cunt, cupping it roughly as he slid his middle finger inside her. Her vaginal muscles spasmed against his finger, a rush of moisture slicking the digit.

Giving in fully to his inner sadist, Jack roughly fingered her while he impaled her again and again with his shaft. Cleo’s throat and cheeks were splashed with pink, her chest heaving. He smacked her sticky, swollen cunt with the flat of his hand as he fucked her face. Her muffled cries only spurred him on.

Unable to hold back another second, with a cry, Jack spurted in a series of powerful spasms down Cleo’s throat.

As he came back to himself, he withdrew slowly until his cock fell from her mouth. The sadist sated for the moment, he was filled with tenderness for this willing, obedient sub girl. Dipping his head, he kissed her cheek and then lifted himself over and off her.

Good girl that she was, she still clung to the bars, not having been released by her Master. Jack stretched out beside her. Reaching for her hands, he gently pulled them free. He brought them, one at a time, to his lips and kissed her palms. Then he placed his hand between her legs. Her cunt was hot as a flame, the scent of her arousal inflaming him as well.