her own body. Why can’t I give up total control without risking
rejection?
“Come back to me, slave. Forget about what you think
you know.”
Her eyes opened. In a daze she realized she wasn’t
alone. Around the table were the other founding members of the club. Master
Simon was sitting in his chair while his slave slowly rode his thick erection.
Master Liam had his blonde submissive bent over and braced against the table near
her head. The slapping sounds of flesh on flesh told their own story. Mistress
Angelica was reclining on a settee not far away with her legs sprawled apart
while Sanders’ face was buried between them. The soft moans escaping the
Domme’s throat told Myrna that Sanders was quite proficient with his tongue.
“Ahhh!” The sound ripped from Myrna was sensual pain
bordered on pleasure. It coursed through her thighs causing another deluge of
wetness to escape her. Her eyes traveled down her belly to see the heated look
in Master’s eyes before he released the skin of her inner thigh from his teeth
– leaving behind reddened flesh.
“Fuck…yes! Let your sweetness spill all over the
table!” With his tongue distended, he lapped at the droplets clinging to her
swollen labia.
Her body trembled at the feather light touch of his
tongue. She was mere seconds away from begging for the harder, rougher touch
she needed. Tugging helplessly at the bonds holding her for his pleasure, she
fought with her body. Every wet sucking sound coming from her body warned her
if she let him continue she would erupt in ways he wasn’t prepared for.
“Ma...Master…please!” Her broken cry seemed to
resonate within Amery. His harsh growl bathed her inner folds as he parted them
to slide two calloused fingers within. She jerked before letting out a hiss as
her pussy muscles grasped and tugged at the thick intrusion. Oh, God! It’s been years since I’ve had anything
other than my own fingers and my slimline vibrator inside me.
“Christ, you’re so wet, slave, I bet I could slide my
whole fist inside you.”
She shook her head in denial. “No, no! Please don’t!
I can’t…you’ll make me…I’ll…” She tried to form the words to warn him but
couldn’t. A squeal was ripped from her when he forced another finger inside of
her.
“That’s three, shall we go for four?” The raspy bark
had her frantically shaking her head. She couldn’t stand it! Her thighs were
trembling, her nipples were hard even aching under the clamps as her pussy was
rhythmically squeezing his fingers. Oh
God, I’m gonna come…I can’t. It’ll kill me if he turns away in disgust!
“Quit fighting it!” Amery lifted his hand before
bringing it sharply down on the side of her breast. The resulting burn had her
jerking. It took a force of will to keep her orgasm at bay. Frantically she
tried to think of something else – anything to take her mind off the fast
approaching climax.
“Myrna, look at me.” The soft plea got through to her
when a hard order would’ve slid off her with ease. She met his glittering eyes
even as his buried fingers brushed the rough patch of tissue which made up her
G-spot. Gritting her teeth, she tried fight the overwhelming pleasure. “Let go, m’gnogag. Give me my due as your
Master. Come for me.”
“I can’t...Master.” Her broken sob had the gentleness
fleeing from his expression.
“Unacceptable!” He grabbed the clover leaf clamp and
jerked on it.
Myrna barely saw the shocked expression on his face
as the pain forced her vision to darken while her world exploded with her
violent release. The sound of her climax splattering on the table had her
groaning…he now knew her deepest secret.
Jerking awake in the throes of an orgasm was a first
for Myrna. Dazed with pleasure and still half asleep, she twisted, writhed, and
jerked against the bedding, abrading her already sore nipples against the
flannel sheets. A muffled shriek left her as the motion forced her orgasm to
continue.
rejection?
“Come back to me, slave. Forget about what you think
you know.”
Her eyes opened. In a daze she realized she wasn’t
alone. Around the table were the other founding members of the club. Master
Simon was sitting in his chair while his slave slowly rode his thick erection.
Master Liam had his blonde submissive bent over and braced against the table near
her head. The slapping sounds of flesh on flesh told their own story. Mistress
Angelica was reclining on a settee not far away with her legs sprawled apart
while Sanders’ face was buried between them. The soft moans escaping the
Domme’s throat told Myrna that Sanders was quite proficient with his tongue.
“Ahhh!” The sound ripped from Myrna was sensual pain
bordered on pleasure. It coursed through her thighs causing another deluge of
wetness to escape her. Her eyes traveled down her belly to see the heated look
in Master’s eyes before he released the skin of her inner thigh from his teeth
– leaving behind reddened flesh.
“Fuck…yes! Let your sweetness spill all over the
table!” With his tongue distended, he lapped at the droplets clinging to her
swollen labia.
Her body trembled at the feather light touch of his
tongue. She was mere seconds away from begging for the harder, rougher touch
she needed. Tugging helplessly at the bonds holding her for his pleasure, she
fought with her body. Every wet sucking sound coming from her body warned her
if she let him continue she would erupt in ways he wasn’t prepared for.
“Ma...Master…please!” Her broken cry seemed to
resonate within Amery. His harsh growl bathed her inner folds as he parted them
to slide two calloused fingers within. She jerked before letting out a hiss as
her pussy muscles grasped and tugged at the thick intrusion. Oh, God! It’s been years since I’ve had anything
other than my own fingers and my slimline vibrator inside me.
“Christ, you’re so wet, slave, I bet I could slide my
whole fist inside you.”
She shook her head in denial. “No, no! Please don’t!
I can’t…you’ll make me…I’ll…” She tried to form the words to warn him but
couldn’t. A squeal was ripped from her when he forced another finger inside of
her.
“That’s three, shall we go for four?” The raspy bark
had her frantically shaking her head. She couldn’t stand it! Her thighs were
trembling, her nipples were hard even aching under the clamps as her pussy was
rhythmically squeezing his fingers. Oh
God, I’m gonna come…I can’t. It’ll kill me if he turns away in disgust!
“Quit fighting it!” Amery lifted his hand before
bringing it sharply down on the side of her breast. The resulting burn had her
jerking. It took a force of will to keep her orgasm at bay. Frantically she
tried to think of something else – anything to take her mind off the fast
approaching climax.
“Myrna, look at me.” The soft plea got through to her
when a hard order would’ve slid off her with ease. She met his glittering eyes
even as his buried fingers brushed the rough patch of tissue which made up her
G-spot. Gritting her teeth, she tried fight the overwhelming pleasure. “Let go, m’gnogag. Give me my due as your
Master. Come for me.”
“I can’t...Master.” Her broken sob had the gentleness
fleeing from his expression.
“Unacceptable!” He grabbed the clover leaf clamp and
jerked on it.
Myrna barely saw the shocked expression on his face
as the pain forced her vision to darken while her world exploded with her
violent release. The sound of her climax splattering on the table had her
groaning…he now knew her deepest secret.
Jerking awake in the throes of an orgasm was a first
for Myrna. Dazed with pleasure and still half asleep, she twisted, writhed, and
jerked against the bedding, abrading her already sore nipples against the
flannel sheets. A muffled shriek left her as the motion forced her orgasm to
continue.
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