Free The Master's Choice by Abby Gordon

hold her upper body still.
    “Do your tits burn as much as your ass?”
    His voice seemed calm. Too calm. She wished she dared risk peeking at his face.
    “Yes, master,” she whimpered.
    He pulled his swollen shaft nearly all the way out then drove into her pussy until she felt his balls against her heated skin. “Does your clit burn as much as your ass?”
    “Yes, master,” she sobbed as her body shifted and the chain pulled on the clamp. “Please, master. Please take them off.”
    His right arm snaked between her lower ribs and the bed, raising her chest slightly.
    “No,” he said in that still too calm voice.
    Ally tried to brace her lower arms against the mattress as he fucked her. Each time he shafted into her weeping core, her clit was caught between the weight of both their bodies and the bed. All while trapped by the clamp. The bundle of nerves were screaming to be released. Her poor brain couldn’t cope with the pain in her breasts and the fire in her ass. And shut down.
    Somehow she managed to hold herself still as he jackhammered his cock in and out of her. Ally was able to shut everything out until he pushed her hair over her shoulder, making her neck available to his mouth. His chest brushed against her back a heartbeat before his lips and teeth began their own sweet torture against her flesh. Oh, God, she wanted more. She wriggled her hips against his, trying to pull him deeper, to keep him inside her. The heat consumed her and she wanted to throw herself into the flames.
    “Master, please,” she begged. “Please.”
    “You are not to come unless I give you permission,” he grunted.
    With a surge, he was still, pressing his solid hips into her ass. Ally felt his cock pump his release into her and squeezed her pussy muscles tight around him. The rigid flesh pulsed and throbbed until his orgasm receded.
    “Good slave,” he sighed. “You remembered to squeeze my dick with your cunt.”
    His lips were gentle now as he nuzzled her shoulder. His hands were light as he caressed her sides. Pulling his cock from her needy flesh, JW turned her over and released the clit clamp and then both nipple clamps at the same time. She gasped as the pain surged through the abused buds, then sighed as she felt the heat follow.
    Weak from the fucking and the spanking, she slid off the edge of the mattress and collapsed at his feet. Leaving her there, he returned the paddle and clamps to the dresser. Coming back to the bed, his hand tangled in her hair and pulled her to her feet. Struggling to breathe, she stood quietly, her head hanging, until his hands caught her waist and lifted her onto the bed.
    “On your back. Head on the pillows, stretch out your arms and legs.”
    As her mind cleared, Ally found herself strapped to the bed with a pillow near her hips. Blinking, she tracked his movements as he returned to the dresser. He came back with a blindfold. She watched his face until the cloth covered her eyes, hoping to read his expression and fighting despair when she saw nothing at all.
    “Master?”
    Now unable to see, she had no choice but to trust him. And prayed that when it was all over, he wouldn’t leave her the way he had before. Deep in her heart, she knew he would. He wouldn’t let her in. He didn’t want anyone in.
    She heard the hum of the vibrator and felt the tip brush the inside of her thigh. He was going to push her. Push her into having more orgasms without permission. What she didn’t understand was why.
    As the vibrator caressed her damp and swollen folds, she knew the cycle was just beginning and could have wept from frustration.
    JW watched her as he moved the dildo in and out of her pussy. She obviously struggled to keep her orgasms at bay. It was inevitable. He would drive her over the edge repeatedly as she begged for permission. He’d spank her, then fuck her mouth or her ass, or both. He glanced at the clock over the door. He could do this for a few hours, let her sleep then start up