the club? She could barely get off. Well, before Sir, she could-
He grasped her chin and commanded, “You don’t come until I say you can. Is that clear?”
“But…but what if I do? Master?”
“Then you will have disobeyed me.”
Oh, God. She stared at the heavy rafters above her and tried to imagine not coming when his mouth was on her. Or when he was in her, so big and thick. Just the images alone made her wetter. Try to hold an orgasm back? Her vagina clenched.
He tugged on a nipple clamp, jerking her attention back to him with a rush. “Time to take these off. You ready, sugar?”
Before she could yell no, he’d unfastened the first one. Blood surged back into the nipple.
“Keep your hands on the chains, sub.”
She hissed with the erotic agony, the intense sensation almost pleasure but not quite. Before she’d recovered, he did the other one. Her hands clenched around the chains. He wet his finger, rubbing each peak. Pain and pleasure twined together, the sensations way too intense. She shut her mouth over the moan.
“Very pretty.” He gave her a hard kiss. “And you kept your hands on the chains. Good girl.”
He walked back around to his toy bag and started rummaging in it. She couldn’t see, dammit. Finally he returned, back between her legs. He put lube on something. Oh, that wasn’t good. She craned her neck. He met her gaze and held up a butt plug. Her mouth dropped open.
“Just a little bigger than my two fingers,” he said. “Now that I know how excited you get, I’m looking forward to taking you that way too.”
That way? Like anal sex? Master Nolan was huge. Her back hole contracted as if in protest. “You’re too big,” she whispered.
“That’s why we’re starting off with this size.” He smiled at her, ran his finger down her clit. “Tomorrow you can have a size larger.” Without waiting for her response, he slid the thing right into her.
“Ahhh!” She jerked against the restraint.
His hand pressed down on her mound. “Now did that hurt…or feel good?” His dark eyes studied her.
“It’s okay.” It was sending tingles through her, just from being inside her. She wanted, needed to wiggle, and his hand held her in place.
“Beth,” he warned.
Her lips flattened. She didn’t want stuff stuck up her ass, dammit. But it felt good.
“That’s my honest sub.” His slow smile warmed her as it always did. He walked to the wall and with a rattle and clinking sounds, lowered the sling until it stopped about the level of his hips. She shivered, knowing what would be coming next, only there was something inside her…
But he came back to the middle of the sling, bent, and started kissing her breasts. They were swollen and tight from the ropes, making everything he did more intense. He worked his way up to her nipples, and at the first touch of his lips on the excruciatingly sensitive tips, she squeaked. He ignored her, firming his lips over the nipple, laving the peak with his tongue, the sensations painful, then pleasurable. Even the pain sent erotic jolts straight to her clit. Warmth pooled deep within her. He teased first one breast, then the other, back and forth until she arched up and her hands pulled on the chains.
When he stopped, it took her eyes a minute to focus. By then he was between her legs, sliding his fingers through her folds, rolling her labia between his fingers, spreading her wetness over her clit. With a grin, he squirted lube on her stomach and chuckled as her stomach muscles flinched at the cold sensation. She couldn’t imagine what he needed lube for. The anal thing was already in her, and her pussy was embarrassingly wet.
He unfastened his leathers. Pulling a condom out of his pocket, he sheathed himself. His eyes had turned to molten darkness, and he was hard, very hard as he pressed himself against her, easing in slowly as he watched her face. He kept thrusting, unrelentingly. With that thing inside her, and now him, she felt overfull, stretched beyond comfort. When he stopped, he was deeper than he’d ever been before, and her insides throbbed.
As he pushed the sling outward, she shivered, starting to enjoy the full sensation, and she wasn’t too worked up this time to enjoy it. The sling rocked out and back, moving him inside her until her vagina felt as if it was swelling, becoming more sensitive. The anal plug moved inside as his cock pushed it out of the way, and each thrust jostled the nerves inside her rectum, sending new messages sparking across her pussy.
“Feel good?” he asked, eyes on her, a crease down one cheek.
“Oh, yes.”
He chuckled. “Not good enough if you can still talk.” He gripped the bottom of the sling, just under her right hip and kept the rocking motion going. Watching her face, he took a finger-full of lube and set it right on her clit. She shuddered as the cold sensation shot through her like an electrical storm. And then his fingers, slippery with lube, slid over and around and on top of her clit, dropping her past need into true urgency. Her hips strained upward, her hands clamping on the chains.
Each firm stroke over her clit drove her inexorably closer, and his cock inside her piled sensation on sensation, coiling her tighter and-
“Don’t come, sugar,” he warned in a low voice. “You don’t have permission.” But his fingers didn’t stop moving.
She gritted her teeth, trying to shove her climax back, trembling with the effort, even as he rocked her faster, impaling her on his cock. Harder and harder. He abandoned her clit, grasping the chains with both hands, yanking her onto him, letting her rock away before pulling her back right onto his massive cock, again and again, and each thrust sent her higher. Her whole body shook with the need to come, and she moaned, “Siiiir…” She panted as her world narrowed to each unimaginably intense thrust, as if she could feel every tiny micrometer of him entering.
Then he slowed, holding the sling away from him. His cock teased at the lips of her empty vagina. Her pussy felt as if it were on fire, burning with the need to come. He rocked the sling sideways, his cock sliding horizontally across her folds, not nearly enough to satisfy her. Why was he doing this to her?
“I decided it was time we had a little talk.”
“Are you serious?” Her voice sounded as if someone was strangling her.
“Very.” His look turned obstinate. Ruthless. His cock edged up to slide across her clit, reawakening all the nerves.
She waited for more… Nothing. “Wh-what are we talking about?”
His cock probed her entrance. She wanted to push herself down on him and couldn’t move an inch.
“About our relationship. Tell me how you feel about it.”
He wanted conversation? “Besides wanting to kill you right now?”
His grin was a flash of white in his bronze face. He rocked the sling side-to-side, never entering her. And waited.
Her legs quivered. “Um.” How could she think about this now? Relationship… Just thinking about the word made her feel unhappy. She’d told Kyler she loved him, and he’d used her. She didn’t want to love anyone again. Sir’s dark gaze captured hers, and she wanted to touch him, run her hands over his face. Yes, she cared for him, really, really cared for him. But it wasn’t love. She wouldn’t let it be love.
“You love me, sugar. I know that.” His words thudded into her like painful blows to her chest. “Can’t you say the words?”
“I…” Her arousal was dying as confusion, and worry filled her. He knew she loved him? Her hands tightened on the chains until her fingers hurt. Yes, she loved him; how could she not love him? But telling him would leave her so vulnerable. “I can’t.”
“All right.” His eyes never left hers. “Then say, ‘I don’t love you, Sir.’”
The thought of saying that, the sheer wrongness drove the breath from her lungs. Her eyes filled, and she shook her head helplessly.
“You, little rabbit, are very good at getting yourself stuck where you can’t go forward or go back.” His eyes crinkled. “Let’s see if I can’t give you a push.” Setting the head of his cock at her entrance, he rocked the sling, each movement sending his cock into her a little farther. And when he was fully inside her, he leaned forward over her. Now his hips alone rocked the sling. His pelvis rubbed on her mound, and the anal plug moved inside her, and
