Master of the Abyss

senses with exquisite, overwhelming pleasure, keeping her right on the precipice. Her legs strained against the cuffs as every muscle in her body grew taut with the wait.

Slap. Her bottom burned from the severe blow, and even as the harsh bite of pain ripped into her and tears filled her eyes, his fingers plunged deeper and she plummeted off the precipice as sheer pleasure blew outward-fierce, bright waves of sensation exploding through her until the world itself seemed to move. And move. And move.

Eventually, her brain turned back on, although her heart still tried to pound out of her chest.

The vibrations had stopped.

He stood between her gaping legs and massaged her burning bottom until her pain tangled itself with pleasure. She heard herself moan and choked at the powerless sound. This is not me. The spasms still reverberated far inside her. I don’t want this to be me.

“Let me go,” she demanded. Her attempt to make her voice strong failed utterly.

“Oh, I don’t think so, pet,” he said, and she heard something. A zip. A crinkling of a wrapper.

“Jake?” Her pulse that had finally slowed picked up the pace, and her muscles tensed.

He gripped her hip with his hard hand, and then she felt him, huge, pressing into her at a snail’s pace, stretching her painfully despite how wet she was. He eased deeply into her. Her breathing had barely slowed, and now she gasped for air. She felt overfilled.

She squirmed against the sensation, and his strong hands flexed on her hips, keeping her immobile. “Hold up, sprite.”

As the feeling of being overpowered swept through her like an avalanche, she tensed, then relaxed. He was in charge. She wanted him in charge.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” His low, rumbling voice stroked her like a warm, comforting hand. “That’s a good girl.”

Her insides throbbed, and then, as if a switch had been flipped, he felt shockingly good, as if every nerve inside her blazed awake-even before he started to move. Oh dear God.

Slow. Faster. Each slide of his cock was thrilling; each new thrust stretched her again, and spasms of pleasure rocked her. As her need built higher and higher, the sensations began to overwhelm her. She clutched the edge of the couch cushion, the only thing she could control in this universe. The restraints kept her open for him, with her bottom placed just right for his penetration, and his powerful grip immobilized her. The feeling of helplessness rocked her, returning like the tide with even more arousal.

Each thrust shoved her mound against the soft little butterfly. And suddenly it came to life, vibrating against her still-engorged clit.

“Oh, fuck…”

Jake grinned when the little sub muttered the curse, and her hips started wiggling uncontrollably. He anchored her well and drove in hard and deep. Damn, she felt good: hot and tight around him. And despite being new to submission and being embarrassed, she responded honestly.

Joyously. The wonder wrenched at his heart. And then she came, her voice raised in husky cries.

He flicked the remote off and bent to cup her breasts as he took his own pleasure. Like a hot fist, the powerful contractions of her vagina milked his cock, and soon all the willpower in the world couldn’t stave off his own climax. The bulldozer rolled over him, starting at his feet, squeezing all the blood into his balls until they drew up to his body. He groaned as his cock jerked, as the white lightning of incredible pleasure ripped through him with each one. He sagged against her back for a second and realized her hand was rubbing his wrist.

Damn, she was sweet. Tough little Kallie. According to her family and friends, she’d been the terror of the high school, trying to outmacho her big cousins and every other male also. But here? She was all woman. He kneaded her breast gently and felt the quiver shoot through her body and her cunt spasm around him. Smiling, he nuzzled her neck, stroking her gently, not ready to break the connection yet.

What connection? He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. There is no connection.

And yet energy flowed between them. As her surrender and response heightened his own pleasure and increased his ability to read her, he could play her better, which increased her response, and on and on, spiraling upward into the instinctive dance linking a dominant and submissive.

“Stay put for a minute, sugar,” he murmured and pulled out. After disposing of the condom, he untied her, removed the butterfly, and stood her on her feet. Her eyes looked dazed, her mouth soft and swollen. Come to think of it, he hadn’t sampled her pretty breasts yet.

Those ugly clothes she always wore had definitely concealed her body and the very responsive female inside them. He might have felt foolish for not looking closer, except that she’d had the attitude to go with it. Why the attitude and the unfitted clothes?

“Come here, Kallie. Let’s sit a bit.” He scooped her up, the size of her giving him a pang of memory-Mimi-that disappeared at the wholehearted way Kallie snuggled against him. Mimi had always held something back, her reserve rarely broached except during a scene. From what he saw, Kallie’s nature was hold nothing back, full speed ahead.

As he took a seat on the couch they’d fucked on, he noticed Simon. Leaning against a table and talking with his sub, the dom had obviously been watching.

Jake freed one hand and pantomimed drinking. Simon nodded, and a minute later, Rona carried over two bottled waters. Her heavy-lidded eyes spoke of recent satisfaction, and he grinned. “Thank you, blondie. By the way, can I assume you lost the second battle against Becca?”

She flushed.

“Is Simon going to make you suffer for your lack of control?” Jake raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I should offer him a few suggestions. Perhaps a good flogging?”

The crackling sound from one bottle indicated she was tempted to dump the water on him even though she knew he was teasing. A glance at her master-yes, Simon was still watching-evidently changed her mind. She glared at him for a second before giving up and laughing. “You’re such a jerk.”

When he chuckled, Kallie stirred. “Here, little one.” He curled her fingers around the bottle and spotted an annoyed look on her face. Two glares in two minutes. Doing well, Hunt.

“I am not little,” she muttered and sipped the water, then drank thirstily.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, sprite, but you are definitely little.”

The bum. Kallie sighed. So far the evening had been…magnificent. Why did he have to ruin it by calling her little?

His eyes gleamed with amusement. When one half of his mouth turned up in a smile, a crease appeared in one cheek. Unable to help herself, she reached up and ran her finger down the line, and it deepened. Because she’d touched him.

Her gaze lingered on his lips. He’d possessed her mouth and taken her, spanked her. Her butt burned, and her insides still shook.

And God, she wanted him to do it all over again.

He raised an eyebrow, making a line through the long, white scar on his forehead. After setting his drink down, he ran his fingers along her jawline. His thumb rubbed her lips. “That looked like an interesting thought,” he murmured. Without asking, he leaned her back on one arm. She expected a kiss. Instead he dipped his head lower to brush his lips over one breast. She stiffened as a whole new set of nerves leaped into the action.

He closed his mouth around her nipple, and his tongue, so incredibly hot and wet,