To Command And Collar

“But I’m going to mix some sensations together to see how you do.” He reached down to the part of the toy that lay over her clit and clicked something. A buzz started both inside her and over her clit. Too light, too slow to do much, but…distracting. Just enough vibration to frustrate her, as if she were riding a Harley, but not enough to get her off.

Master R watched, his hand rubbing her arm, letting her need grow. Letting her stew. “Take a breath, chiquita. You’re not quite through being punished”-he grinned-“although you’re sweating enough, yes?”

God, sweat trickled between her breasts and down her face. “Please stop now.” Her hips wiggled uncontrollably.

“Ah, but I like watching you squirm. And laugh. You don’t laugh enough.” He clicked the vibrator through several cycles, settling on an odd erratic rhythm, fast, then slow. Bringing her close to orgasm, then retreating too soon. Driving her up. God, he’s going to kill me.

He moved between her legs, his knees pressing on the insides of her thighs. As the vibrations increased and she stiffened with the approaching climax, his fingers brushed down the insides of her forearms again to the tender area under her arms, teasing her with feathery touches. She gasped, jerking helplessly. Laughing, then moaning, then laughing as his fingers grazed over the increasingly sensitized skin.

He eased off, his fingers moving just enough to keep her aware, to keep her whole body tensed as the vibrator ruthlessly brought her back the brink.

Oh God, I need to come. Her lower half coiled, the feeling strangely intense. With the humming on her G-spot from inside, the flickering over her clit from outside, the entire area of nerves between them tightened. The pressure inside her built higher…higher…

Everything clenched for a long, impossible second, and she exploded. God, God, God. Even as she bucked under the climax, Master R drew his fingernails lightly over her ribs. She arched as new sensations blasted through her, making her laugh, making her scream, sending the entire world into a blaze of sensation, buffeting her between pleasure and torture and more pleasure.

She shuddered to a halt finally, slowly realizing he’d stopped tickling and even removed the vibrator. Grinning, he nuzzled her cheek.

“You bastard,” she gasped.

“No, Mama insists I am born of a marriage,” he protested and claimed a hot, wet kiss, pulling her under his spell again.

Okay, she hated him, but she loved him, even if he was a sadistic scumbag asshole.

Sitting back, he ran his hands over her thighs, stroking gently, making her feel cherished and beautiful, even as shudders still ran through her body.

“You know, buddy,” Cullen said a minute later. “I’ve never seen a tickling session quite so hot. I’m not sure it was much of a punishment, but damn.” He eyed Andrea speculatively.

She shook her head frantically. “No. Absolutely no. I hate being tickled. Don’t you even think about it.”

Master R whispered in Kim’s ear, “There’s a lesson for you. That is never a smart thing to say to your dom.”

Kim choked on a laugh. From the half leer on Cullen’s face, he’d just hopped onboard with the tickling idea. He’d already had Andrea’s hands bound in front of her, and now he hefted her to her feet. Turning her toward the ocean, he lashed her hands to the railing, forcing her to bend at the waist, and roped her ankles widely apart to the uprights.

“No, Cullen. Please, no, Senor.”

“I don’t have a vibrator, but we’ll manage, little tiger.” His laugh rang out, and he stepped out of his shorts, completely comfortable being stark naked. “Toss me that lube, Raoul.” He caught the lube and drizzled some between his sub’s buttocks and more on his very erect cock.

“Oh, God, you wouldn’t,” Andrea gasped.

He contemplated the body stretched out before him, then frowned. “I need to heat you up first, right?” His fingers teased from her armpits down to her clit and back up.

Once he had Andrea cursing and laughing and wiggling uncontrollably, he worked his cock into her anus, a little at first, then pushing all the way in. She groaned and groaned again as he started to thrust. His hand disappeared around her front, and from the way Andrea moaned, he was playing with her clit.

“That sounds pretty good, love.” Cullen wrapped his free arm under her stomach, stabilizing them both, and changed from her clit to tickling under her arms. Giggles and groans filled the air.

God, if they did this in town, Kim thought, the cops would be pounding down the door.

Andrea was begging and cursing, mostly in Spanish.

Kim smiled. Here was someone she could ask to translate Master R’s swearwords.

From the sound of rhythmic thumping on the side of the sailboat, Marcus had taken Gabi back into the water and was enjoying himself. A string of insults was abruptly cut off, and then a minute later, Gabi sputtered. A very calm Southern voice said, “Sugar, you’re fixin’ to drown if you keep that up. Now suck.”

God, these doms. Kim shook her head and looked up. Master R’s expression was tender as he ran his finger over her lips. “You’re still smiling, mi tesoro,” he murmured. “I like seeing you happy.” He kissed her gently, lingeringly, in a way that had her heart turning over.

“I think these have been on long enough, so off they come.” He leaned over and snagged the scissors from the deck.

These?

When his fingers touched her left breast, she realized. The clamps. Oh no. He snipped through the rubber bands. As the wooden skewers fell away, blood surged back into her left nipple.

She gritted her teeth together as fire bloomed in her breast, and only a whimper escaped, changing to a high whine when Master R’s tongue stroked over the throbbing peak. The pain grew worse, then turned erotic as he continued to lick circles around the nipple and blow on it.

Her clit started to throb in response, and then Master R undid the other clamp.

“Ow ow ow, dammit, ow.”

He chuckled and licked over the burning, making her shudder, making sensations stream like a marching band straight to her clit. He moved down, nipped her side, licked her belly button, and ran his tongue over her clit.

Hot and wet, and the shock arched her back. His tongue circled, teased the hood, waking her whole pussy as if he’d hit her with a jolt of electricity.

Her insides clenched, making her too aware he hadn’t removed the anal plug yet. Maybe she could ask?

He lifted his head long enough to smile at her. “You’re being a good girl, Kimberly. I think you deserve a reward.” He licked over her clit, up and down, slowly but deliberately, bringing her right to the edge. Every firm rub made her insides tighten more.

Totally aroused, and damn him, he made her feel as if she had no control over anything, not even her body. Tied up, couldn’t move, a giant plug in her, she’d already climaxed, and now he was-easily-showing he could bring her off again.

“Let’s see how tight you are with your favorite toy still in,” Master R said. He sat up and unzipped his shorts. Her eyes widened as he pressed his erection against her entrance and started to inch in.

Oh no. Too big. Much too big. “Wait. No.”

His piercing hit, stopped him. He moved to a new angle, and the metal went in, a firm pressure sliding along her insides.

“You won’t fit, dammit. You’re too big.”

“No, Kimberly. The toy you hid is big. I’m just right.” He leaned forward onto his forearms and kissed her, teasing her lips. Holding steady inside her for a minute.

His broad hand fondled her breasts. Pinches on her abused nipples arched her spine.

And then he resumed pushing his shaft in, inexorably, like a tanker forging through the ocean. He watched her face, smiling a little when she’d tried to wiggle free. “Does it really hurt, sumisita?”

“Yes!” Under his steady gaze, she amended grumpily, “Kind of. No. But it’s not comfortable.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled, and he whispered, “I didn’t think it would be.” And he kept going until he was finally, completely in. His balls touched her ass. God, she was so full it was impossible to breathe. Stretched, aching, throbbing.

She closed her eyes and shivered. He was on top of her, inside her, and the feeling of being taken-being