Free Gifted (sWet) by Megan Slayer Page A

tugged. Eventually the zipper parted and his dick sprang free of the leather constraints. His cock slapped her on the nose.
    “Thank you, Sir. Use me some more?” She squatted down more and licked the underside of his prick.
    “Bad girls don’t follow the rules,” he said and swatted her cheek with his cock. “I’ll punish you later. Get me nice and wet.” He fisted her hair once more and guided himself into her mouth. “Take it all.”
    Every nerve ending in her body misfired. She craved his touch and his domination. The rest of the world did slip away. Nothing mattered but what he wanted to do to her. Would he use the wax? Clamps? Vibrating ass plug? God, the possibilities were endless.
    She took him deep into her mouth and massaged him with the back of her throat. Her pussy clenched with need. She longed to feel his cock in her cunt, stretching her to her limits.
    “More, Pet.” He grabbed her hair with both hands and set the pace. “More.” He rocked his hips, fucking her face hard. Each time he bumped the back of her throat, she relaxed to take him deeper. His balls smacked her chin with each thrust.
    “Fuck.” He pulled out and released her hair, shoving her down. Nadia landed on her ass on the floor with a thump. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. Being used by him exhilarated her. She rolled over, propped herself up on her knees, with her shoulders on the ground, then offered her ass.
    “You want your punishment too much.” Master S dropped to one knee and affixed a leash to her collar. “Crawl to me.” He stood and pulled on the chain. “Come on.”
    He led her to the padded sawhorse. “Up.” He patted the dull leather surface once. “Now.”
    Albeit without her normal grace, she climbed aboard the bondage furniture and spread her legs wide. Her breasts rested on either side of the main padding. She tilted her head to the side, gag still in place, and watched him move about the room.
    Master S tucked a flogger into his front pocket. “This is for later.” He knelt beside her and locked her ankle into the cuff on the leg of the sawhorse. Once he locked her other ankle in the restraints, he moved to the head of the furniture and rested on his knees before her. The leather tightened around his legs, accentuating every last bit of muscle on his frame. He caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb, his touch warm on her skin. “You don’t want to use your safe word, do you?”
    “No, Sir,” she said around the gag. Not in the least. She wanted to ride this wave of pleasure as far as he’d take her and struggle for more of his touch in order to earn more punishment. She craved being touched by this handsome male specimen.
    “Very good, Pet.” Master S picked up a plastic bag he’d placed by the sawhorse. “You need more jewelry.” He opened the baggie and held up a butterfly nipple clip. The metal shone in the harsh playroom light. “I brought these just for you.”
    He squeezed the clamp a couple of times, then affixed it to her right nipple. The pinch surged from her tit to her cunt and settled in her brain. And he still had the other nipple to clamp. The thick metal dangled from her breast.
    “I should add something to that.” He stood, then strode across the room. “This is what I want.” He came back with two metal balls in his hand. “One weight for each tit.” He knelt long enough to hook the ball onto the clamp, then made his way around her and pinched her other breast. The twin weights swung with every movement, pulling at her tender skin and reminding her she’d given up control.
    Master S knelt beside her once again then moved the o-ring gag out of her mouth. “Lick this. Nice and wet for me.” He held a shiny blue butt plug to her lips. “Prepare it for me.”
    She slurped on the plug just as she had with his cock, rolling her tongue around the hard plastic. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she slickened the