Free Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles

pulsed inside his pants as he absorbed her total vulnerability. Emma was his to do with as he pleased, and it was incredibly arousing. With the bolster in place, her flawless rump raised from the mattress. The swell of her womanly belly gave way to her gorgeous, full breasts. Each pale pink nipple puckered into a hardened nub. They undulated enticingly with her breathing. Her arms were pulled taut above her head, the thick leather handcuff securing her slender wrists to the headboard. Emma was going nowhere. Not until he’d had his fill of her body and mind.
    Her eyes widened as he touched the leather riding crop to her mouth. “Not a sound, my pet. I demand your complete silence, or I will punish you severely.” To emphasize his power over her, he thwacked the riding crop hard against the headboard. It made a sharp cracking noise that resounded around the room, as it impacted the aged mahogany. The breath hitched in her throat, but no sound came from her.
    He trailed the soft leather tip down her neck, circling each breast in turn, and then deliberately feathered it over her clit. Just the merest touch on her open sensitive nub had her panting breathlessly. Her head rolled from side to side, but still she didn’t make a sound. He knew she would though. Experience with previous subs had taught him the odds were stacked against her. He was in charge, and she wouldn’t be able to resist for long. He smiled. He always won this game.
    He touched the crop to her slightly parted lips. “Shhh, my pet. Remember, not a sound must come from your beautiful mouth.”
    He knelt down, and flicked his tongue over her open pearl. “Mmm, such a pretty pussy.” He noticed her legs visibly trembling as she tried to stay in control. Pulling back her clitoral hood, he teased her sexual nub with his teeth, until he heard a sharp intake of breath. Then he gave it to her full force, sucking her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the burning bead. It was music to his ears when her cries of pure pleasure began filling the room. Slow and quiet at first, they gathered in speed and intensity, as her orgasm took hold. The sheer strength and potency of her climax left her shocked and panting.
    “Oh, Master Zane, please.”
    He’d won this battle with his sub. Now he would move on to the next stage of her training.
    He stood, enjoying the sight of her bound body as she slowly regained her composure. A fetching pink blush colored her cheeks, and her stomach undulated sexily as she fought for breath. Her tongue darted snakelike from her mouth. He leaned in and touched the tip of the crop to her lips, tapping it several times against the pretty Cupid’s bow. “You broke the rules, my pet. It is my duty as your Master to discipline you.”
    Breathlessly she replied, “I’m sorry, Master Zane. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help myself. You made me do it.”
    “Are you blaming your Master for you disobedience?”
    “No, Master Zane, I’m sorry. I spoke out of turn.”
    “In that case I accept your apology, my pet.” Zane trailed the crop down her glowing naked body. He adored the way the perspiration glistened on her feminine skin, giving it a pearlescent appearance. “Now where should I administer your punishment? Your thighs?” He traced the leather crop over the soft flesh of her legs. “Or maybe the soles of your feet?” He touched the crop to her instep and watched her squirm. “Hmm, what to do? As you have not disobeyed your Master before, I’ll allow you to choose.”
    “My buttocks please, Master Zane.”
    “Excellent choice, my pet. You possess a beautiful, fleshy butt.” The bolster raised her creamy ass from the bed. He squeezed each butt cheek in his hands, massaging the soft globes to concentrate her mind on what was about to happen. He saw the apprehension in her eyes.
    The riding crop made portentous swishing noises in the air as he took a couple of practice swings. “Just making sure my aim is true.”