“Faster,” he commanded.
Her eyes snapped open. Bracing her hands on his chest she leaned forward a bit and sped up. As he raced towards his own orgasm, James found himself looking into her face, meeting her gaze. He could sense her desire, her need, and yet she was a mystery—there was something behind her eyes he couldn’t name, more to her than he’d yet uncovered.
Needing more control, he rolled them over, tucking his forearms under her shoulder blades, hands curled over her shoulders from behind to hold her in place as he f*ck
ed her p*ssy
hard and fast. When Beth tipped her head back and moaned, he bit her neck.
He came inside her, slowing but not entirely stopping his thrusts as his breathing calmed. Part of him was waiting for a signal from her—a restless squirm or frown that would signal she needed more, but her eyes were closed and whatever pleasure had overcome her when his cock first penetrated her seemed to have satisfied her.
At least for now.
James finally pulled out, lying back beside her. For a second he reached for her hand, prepared to lace his fingers with her, but then stopped. That was an odd gesture for a Master and sub—too friendly to be sexual, too romantic for a club setting.
“Master, may I leave the bed?”
He nodded, head still on the pillow, and watched her slip off the bed. He saw her hesitate, as if she weren’t sure if she should walk or crawl to the en suite bathroom. She opted to walk.
Once she was out of sight, James rubbed his hands over his face. Mikael had been right—Beth had been ill-used, though the other Masters’ mistake was understandable, if amateurish in his opinion. She was a fun sub when she stopped thinking so hard about what a sub should do. As she’d just demonstrated this morning, if she was given an opportunity to make choices, she opted for more overt sexual contact than her demeanor might otherwise indicate.
He opened his eyes when she approached the bed. Kneeling on the edge she lowered her head and cleaned his cock with her tongue. Fierce pleasure roared through him as he watched her service and care for him. By the time she was done he was semi-hard, and when she cleaned him a second time with a warm wet washcloth he was fighting the urged to bend her over the bed and f*ck
her.
After carefully cleaning his balls, Beth turned to take the washcloth back to the bathroom. He grabbed her arm.
“Usually I’m the one with the washcloth.” Worry furrowed her brow and he stroked the pulse point in her wrist with his thumb. “That wasn’t a criticism, Beth.”
“Oh.” She pursed her lips. “And you’re not angry that I…”
“Rode me like a bronco?”
Now she smiled, and again it transformed her face. “You didn’t expressly say you wanted my mouth on your cock.”
“I didn’t. I like that you wanted me in your p*ssy
.”
The blunt language had her licking her lips and swaying towards him.
“Do you know what I want now?” he asked in a low voice.
“No, Master. Tell me and I’ll do it.”
“I know you will.” He grabbed her left nipple and tugged her down, until she was bent with her face only inches from his. “I want you to go to the dresser and open the top drawer. Bring me two sets of clamps.”
Beth scampered away, detouring only far enough to toss the washcloth into the bathroom. James sat up, adding pillows behind his back and crossing his arms to avoid the temptation to stroke his cock.
She flicked through the selection in the drawer, which while far from comprehensive, he knew from experience had plenty of variety. Considering how much she’d enjoyed the clothespins he expected her to go for heavy clover clamps, but when she returned, she carried two pairs of delicate gold ones. One set were tweezer-style, which could be adjusted for tightness, and decorated with beaded gold tassels. The second were small screw clamps with black rubber tips, the screw part again allowing for adjustment of tightness. These were connected by three gold chains of differing lengths.
She poured them into his outstretched hands.
“Do you know where these are going?”
“I can guess, Master.”
“And what’s your guess?”
“My nipples and p*ssy
.”
“Pretty and smart.” He pointed at her chest. “Play with your nipples.”
There was a faint blush on her cheeks and James wondered if that was from arousal or if he’d embarrassed her. When her nipples were erect from tugs and flicks, he motioned her closer and applied the screw clamps, tightening them enough to keep them on, but not so much that they’d have to come off any time soon. The chains dangled between her breasts, the longest one falling nearly to her belly button.
“Spread your legs.”
When he toyed with her p*ssy
lips, he found that she was wet. Rewarding her for that with a few strokes to her clit, he then applied the tweezer clamps to her p*ssy