Waiting for Master (BDSM Erotica) Read online

  He coaxed her knees apart and lifted one leg over the solid arm of the chair before doing the same to the other one. Christ, she was completely exposed now. Cool air fluttered over her heated pussy as she sat with her legs spread almost as far apart as they could possibly go.

  A soft tie came around her ankle and she gave an experimental tug. Jonathan must have tied it to the chair. The other ankle was tied now and she was completely at his mercy. She trembled with anticipation and, if she was honest, with fear.

  “You should see how hot you look, Harriet. Your cunt is practically begging for my cock.” His voice came to her ear and she jumped, not realising he was so close.

  Harriet couldn’t respond, her throat was too clogged to do so. Warm fingers traced over her breasts, weighing each one. She remained bolt upright, unable to lean back with her hands bound behind her. Her legs pressed uncomfortably into the carved arms of the chair.

  Her pulse hammered as a buzzing noise suddenly sounded. Don’t be stupid, Harriet, it’s just a vibrator.

  Jonathan traced a path up her thigh with what seemed to be a small vibrator and she whimpered as he neared her juncture. He pressed it against her folds, circling her clit but never quite touching it. Longing burned in her sex and she attempted to buck against it but her restraints kept her still.

  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh please fuck me.

  Finally, the vibrator hit her bud and she let out a cry as he pushed it against her sensitive core. Unable to retreat from its onslaught, she whimpered and moaned as her pussy pulsated in response. She was close, so close.

  The delicious torment retreated suddenly and she had to bite her lips to keep from screaming in frustration.

  “This may hurt,” Jonathan told her quietly and she stiffened. “But it will be worth it, I promise.”

  Her breathing hitched as she waited. What was he doing? Shit, why didn’t he just get it over and done with?

  There was a sudden woosh sound and a crack as pain shot through her pussy. She screamed in surprise as her nether lips burnt. He was spanking her pussy! With a crop, by the sound of it. Fuck. Then the vibrator was back on her folds, soothing the sting and urging her to climax. It withdrew once more and Harriet knew what was to come this time. She tensed, turning her head to the side as if she could somehow avoid it.

  Crack. Her pussy throbbed and pounded as the crop met her tender flesh. She could feel the moisture gathering between her legs in response to his brutal attentions. Then just as she was expecting the vibrator back, another shock of pain surged through her as Jonathan brought the crop down. The sting quickly dissipated and Harriet realised that she was close to coming.

  “Oh, please…” she begged, unsure of whether she was begging for the crop or the vibrator.

  “Quiet,” Jonathan snapped and emphasised his words with a sharp slap of the crop.

  The vibrator was back on her again and it quickly brought her to the edge once more, her body shivering with need as her pussy clenched and pulsed. Harriet sobbed as the sweet buzz stopped and the slap of leather resounded through the room. It seemed gentler this time, or maybe she was getting used to it.

  Her bare pussy tingled and stung, but the leather crop only seemed bring her closer to orgasm. Jonathan brought it down against her exposed flesh several more times and she strained against her restraints as a burst of ecstasy flooded through her. He continued to spank at her nub, smacking and rubbing at it as he coaxed her orgasm from her.

  Flopping back as far as she was able, Harriet attempted to gain her breath as his hands came around her and released her wrists from the cuffs. He chuckled as her head flopped against his chest.

  “You did well, Harriet. I am proud of you, my little slut. Not many women could take such a spanking.”

  Her heart warmed at his praise of her. She sighed as he released her legs, gently manoeuvring them back over the chair legs. They tingled as the blood rushed back into them and Jonathan rubbed soothingly at her thighs, massaging the marks that the chair had no doubt left on her skin.

  Coaxing her forwards, he pulled her to her feet but her legs trembled with the aftermath of being tied up and her explosive climax. He caught her as they gave way and he swept her into his arms. She looped her arms gratefully around his neck as she nuzzled into him. Wow! What an amazing man he was. Dominating and commanding, yet sensual and caring.

  The soft satin of the bed sheets enveloped her as he laid her down, propping her up on the thick, luxurious pillows. Harriet blinked as he removed the blindfold and Jonathan’s devilishly handsome face came into focus. He pressed an intense kiss to her lips before standing and moving across the room.

  “Stay there.”

  Harriet giggled. “I don’t think I could do anything else.”

  His lips twitched as he studied her, sprawled out on his bed with her puffy and swollen sex on display. What a slut she must look!

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he promised her. “Are you happy to continue?”

  Harriet swallowed as a frisson ran up her spine. “Oh, yes.”

  Jonathan reached for the champagne and poured them both another glass. “Drink,” he ordered as he handed her the champagne.

  Harriet obliged, draining the glass. The cool bubbles trickled down her throat, easing the dryness in her mouth. When she had finished it, he took the glass from her and placed it on the side.

  Jonathan leaned over her. “Are you ready for more?” Nodding eagerly, Harriet ran her hands over his shoulders, urging him forwards. He indulged her, probing her mouth with his skilful tongue until she was panting with need. “I am going to do whatever I want to you, you understand? Your body is mine. Mine to fuck, mine to beat. I am going to use every inch of you for my pleasure.”

  “Yes, yes,” she agreed quickly.

  “If you want me to stop at any point say…well, considering your name, I think ‘green’ is appropriate.”

  “Yes, green, fine,” she said impatiently as she rubbed her palms anxiously across his chest

  “Good. Now undress me.”

  Yes, please. Harriet grappled with his t-shirt, hauling it enthusiastically from his shoulders to reveal taut, smooth skin. Jesus, he was like a bloody swimwear model. She smoothed her hands over him, enjoying the feel of his hot skin beneath her hands. Skimming over the ripples of his stomach, she battled with the tie of his trousers until it came free. Jonathan pushed down his trousers and underwear in one go and Harriet gasped as his manhood jutted forwards. Bloody hell, he was impressive!

  Curling her hand around him, she felt his cock pulse beneath her fingers and she gave him a squeeze. Jonathan pulled her hand from between them and laid it above her head before doing the same with the other one. Reaching over her, he loosened a cord from the bedpost and wrapped it around one wrist, trying it until it dug into her skin. Doing the same to the other wrist, he tugged at them until her arms spread wide. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing thickened with anticipation.

  With a grin, he dragged his lips down over her breasts, stalking slowly down her body before giving her juncture a quick lick, causing her to jolt. Wrapping his hand around her ankle, he tied it in the same way as her wrists before moving onto her other one, leaving her spread-eagled with her head still propped against the pillow.

  Jonathan stood and admired his handiwork for a moment. “You’re like a fucking offering, I can’t wait to use that sweet little body of yours in every way possible.”

  He opened the chest at the end of the bed and pulled out a large, purple dildo. Did he have sex toys stored everywhere? It had two black straps attached to it and he tore the Velcro apart with a rip.

  He prowled back over her, crawling along her body with a lethal glint in his eye. He pressed his dick briefly against her folds and Harriet pushed her hips up with a moan. Drawing back, he replaced his cock with the vibrator, rotating the cold rubber against her folds.

  With a sudden thrust, he impaled her with it, drawing a strangled gasp from her. Jonathan
quickly secured the straps around her thighs, holding the purple monster in place. He clicked it on, eliciting a low moan from her, and left it vibrating slowly inside of her.

  Harriet thought he would kiss her as he moved upwards but instead he kept coming, bringing his dick ever closer to her face. Her lips parted as the scent of his musk teased her and she eyed his thick, swollen shaft greedily.

  “You want a taste, slut?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He eyed her seriously for a moment as his cock loomed in front of her face. “Do you want to please me, Harriet?”

  She nodded avidly, squirming as the rubber dick rolled and pressed against her opening. “Yes, Master.”

  “Then do as I tell you, no more, no less, understand?”

  “Yes, yes.” Just let me taste it.

  “Do not come before me. There will be repercussions if you do. Please your master and then I’ll let you come, yes?”

  God, she was going to scream if she didn’t get a taste of that throbbing cock soon. “Yes!”

  He moved upwards, settling his knees just beneath her armpits. He didn’t put his weight on her, instead he just held his cock in front of her. Harriet wished she could curl her hands around those tight buttocks and force him forwards but instead he flicked his member over her lips, using her saliva to wet the tip. The taste of salty pre-cum sat on her lips and she licked eagerly at them.

  “Open your mouth… no, too wide… that’s better. I’m going to fuck your face, Harriet.”

  He forced his cock between her lips and Harriet tucked them over her teeth as her tongue stroked at the soft head. She would have smiled smugly if she could. She was great at sucking cock.

  “Keep your tongue down,” he snapped.

  Harriet’s eyes widened but she obeyed, letting her tongue drop back in her mouth as he worked his cock in. Pressing it against the back of her throat, he withdrew just before she could gag and then rammed it back in. She coughed as he thrust again, and he pounded into her, each time coming in faster and harder.

  Jonathan fucked her mouth as if it were a wet, wiling cunt. With her head pressed into the pillow, Harriet couldn’t retreat from the assault of his hard dick in her mouth. And the whole time the vibrator buzzed away carefully, increasing her arousal as he lunged mercilessly. She gagged and retched and she could feel the saliva dripping from her mouth but he always retreated just in time, allowing her to draw in a ragged breath.

  Oh God. The walls of her pussy began to clench. She was going to come. Breathe, Harriet, just breathe. In…out… she concentrated on the tang of his cock and inhaling deeply, but the tingle in her sex continued and Harriet writhed as she began to convulse.

  Do not come before me. There will be repercussions if you do.

  His cock tensed and she could see the tension running through Jonathan’s body. Bastard. He was waiting for her to come first!

  A look at his face enforced the knowledge as she noted his tightly closed his eyes, and he released a groan. The sound of his pleasure was the undoing of her and she came suddenly, giving out a muffled scream as her body went rigid with a blinding release.

  Hot cum flooded her mouth just as suddenly and Harriet coughed as she gulped it down. Forcing his erection forwards, Jonathan pressed his seed down her throat with a growl. She licked and sucked greedily, determined to at least get this right.

  Finally withdrawing, he wiped his cock against her lips before settling down next to her. He propped his head up on his hand, and eyed her twitching pussy. The dildo still pulsed inside of her, the sensation hovering between pure agony and pure ecstasy.

  Taking pity on her, Jonathan slowly peeled apart the straps and eased it from her. A sound of disappointment escaped her mouth but she knew she couldn’t possibly take another orgasm so soon. He stroked at her cheek affectionately.

  “Ah, my little whore, you came before your master.”

  Harriet chewed at her lips and nodded slowly, dropping her eyes.

  “I shall have to punish you, you know?” he told her as he released her hands and feet.

  She nodded again, aware that her sex was already swelling at the thought.

  “I’m glad we met again.”

  “Me too. If only we’d met sooner. I might never have married Will.”

  Jonathan chuckled. “I doubt you would have paid much attention to me. Besides, these past years have given me some time to learn a few things. I look forward to trying them all out on you, Harriet.”

  “Oh…”

  His hands came around her breast, plucking at her nipples. Harriet groaned as he brought his head down and raked his teeth over her hard tips.

  “Your husband is a bloody fool,” he murmured against her skin.

  “Ex,” she corrected with a smile.

  “Thank fuck.” Jonathan laughed. “His loss is most definitely my gain.”

  His hand wriggled under her bottom and flipped her over with a squeal. Flattening his lips to the back of her neck, Harriet gasped as her skin tingled and he traced the line of her spine to her bottom. His fingers pinched into her arse cheeks as he placed a sound kiss on each one.

  Urging her hips back, he traced lazy circles over her bottom as it stuck in the air. Harriet wriggled against his fingers. Oh, just put them in me!

  “Put your hands between your legs,” he commanded.

  Harriet complied immediately. “Like this?” she asked as she laid her cheek against the luxurious satin bedding. Both hands now sat between her bent knees and it pushed her bottom up further as her head was forced down onto the bed.

  “Perfect. Don’t move.”

  Harriet waited as he climbed off the bed, her breaths quickening. She was so exposed, so open. He could do anything he wanted to her. A trickle of arousal seeped down her thigh. This was it. This was what she’d always wanted.

  The heat of Jonathan’s body was back again and his cock brushed teasingly across her leg, painting her skin with pre-cum. She instinctively edged towards it. Smack! Jonathan brought the flat of his palm down on her arse with unflinching power. She yelped at the ferocity of it.

  “Don’t. Move,” he told her firmly.

  “Sorry, Master,” she mumbled.

  He proceeded to secure a strap around her thigh. Harriet desperately wanted to move her head so she could see what he was doing but somehow she kept her cheek pressed against the bed. He tied the other end of the strap around her wrist, securing her it to the top of her thigh. Jonathan did the same with her other hand and she was completely at his mercy.

  “Turn your head.”

  Harriet obliged and she sucked in a breath as she took in her image in the huge gilded mirror. Her bottom thrust in the air, her hands shackled between her legs. It had to be the most erotic sight she had ever seen.

  Her gaze landed on Jonathan and his already rock-hard erection. She licked at her dry lips as she traced the muscles of his torso all the way down to high tight arse. Fuck, how did she get so lucky? She would never forget today.

  Catching her eyes, he flashed a grin at her as he smoothed his hands across her arse. With lightening movement, he brought his hand down on her bottom. She yelped and watched as a handprint bloomed across her pale skin.

  Jonathan turned his gaze to her arse and Harriet could do nothing other than watch with wonder as he spanked her, each blow so powerful that it brought tears to her eyes as her skin burned. She cried out as another blow landed exactly where the previous one had been and her skin glowed red. Her pussy twitched and convulsed and she quivered with excitement and fear.

  “Thank your master,” he growled.

  “Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely as another smack cracked across her arse. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you,” she cried out as several slaps rained down one after the other.

  He paused, squeezing at her tender skin. “I’m going to fuck you, Harriet. Hard and fast and you are going to take every inch of
my cock in that tight cunt of yours. But you mustn’t come until I say so, do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Harriet held her breath as the tip of his shaft nudged her soaking lips. He was big, but she knew she could take him easily. Her pussy was soaking and ready. But she didn’t know how long she’d be able to hold off her climax. His brutal spanking had brought her so close to the edge already.

  Pinching her hips, he lunged forwards suddenly, impaling her savagely. The sound of skin against skin rang in her ears as he withdrew and thrust into her, her body rocking with each movement. Harriet watched wide-eyed in the mirror, seeing his cock plunging into her, his taut arse squeezing with every brutal stab.

  Her pussy tightened around him as she took him deep and she clenched her eyes shut. The sight of him fucking her open cunt was almost too much to bear.

  “Open your eyes,” Jonathan snapped, punctuating his words with a powerful push of his hips.

  She snapped her eyes open and whimpered as her pussy squeezed again. Slapping her arse, he drove his rod into her until she hung on the precipice, her sheath spasming around him. Sweat shone on her skin as she grit her teeth, trying to hold onto her climax.

  With one last smack to her bottom, she felt his cock twitch and he thrust a finger in her tight arse, right up to the knuckle.

  “Come now,” he demanded gruffly as his dick convulsed inside of her.

  Harriet screamed as the invasion of her ring combined with the splash of cum against her walls blew her climax open. She tensed and shuddered as the pleasure swirled from her cleft and through her body. Jonathan rocked slowly against her, draining his cock of cum as he wriggled the finger in her tight hole. The world slowly came into focus as Jonathan withdrew. Harriet trembled as the last of her orgasm lingered and he eyed her with a grin.

  Grinning hazily back, she wriggled her hands between her legs. “Are you going to release me? I think my hands have gone numb.”

  He tilted his head and studied her. “No, I don’t think so. I think I’ll leave you like that for the afternoon. Maybe with a vibrator crammed in your pussy.”