The feeling of coolness on Shaye’s back brought her around from her death-like slumber. She tried to move her arms, but they wouldn’t move. Her legs felt like they were made of lead and when she opened her eyes, darkness met her glance. She moaned softly in the back of her throat, terror forcing its way up her spine. As she came back to full consciousness, she realized that was she absolutely naked, she was tied to the bed, face down and spread-eagled. Just as the fear was threatening to overwhelm her, she felt leather-encased fingers sliding their way over her shoulders, down her back and to her thighs. The hand worked its way back up and Shaye trembled as a pair of fingers gently violated her exposed sex, tugging semi-roughly on her clit and dipping just slightly into her passage. She gasped, muting the sound in the pillow for she knew if HE heard her cry out, he would do something awful to her and she did not want to discover what he might have in mind as her punishment. She tugged helplessly against her bonds until a sharp SMACK on her ass stopped her cold. “Don’t do that, wench,” a soft male voice hissed. “Do it again and I’ll make sure you stay like that all night.”
Shaye felt tears leaking from under the blindfold and she was relieved, for once, that it was there not only to hide her tears but soak them up as well. She knew that crying without his permission was forbidden. The leather-clad hands slid up and down her skin, pinching here, caressing there. “Aren’t we a pretty little mare?” her master whispered, leaning down to lick the soft, pink shell of her ear. “You certainly buck like a mare in heat. Perhaps I should loan you to one of the boys, let them see what a good fuck you are?”
Shaye shook her head slowly, unsure if her master would punish her for that motion or not. When he didn’t say anything else or touch her again, she was afraid he was angry with her until he said, “No. You are mine and I won’t share you with anyone else. Unless they pay what I ask for your pretty ass, and even then I might have to consider it.” The hands slipped around her waist and up to her breasts to rub and fondle her nipples. “I’m going to untie you and turn you over. As much as I like riding you from behind, I’d rather see your pretty face when I’m fucking you.” Shaye lay limp and still as Master undid her bonds, turned her over and retied her. She felt him untie her blindfold and she blinked at the low lights, trying to get her eyes to focus. “There. Much better,” he whispered, running his hands across her face, pushing her wavy blonde hair out of her eyes. She wore it down as he liked and its glowing mass reached halfway down her back. Her Master lifted a handful of her hair up and rubbed his cheek against it, saying, “Lovely. Absolutely lovely. You obey me well, little mare.” Shaye held still as he leaned over to kiss her, opening her mouth obediently for his tongue to enter and caress her tongue and roof of her mouth. She couldn’t surpress the trembling his presence caused and her Master broke the kiss off, smiling down into her face. “You want me, don’t you?” he murmured, looking down into her face. “You want me to stick my hard dick up in you and fuck you till you scream, right?” Shaye didn’t respond, just closed her eyes and fought for control. Her Master cupped one of her full, lovely breasts in his hands and suckled hard at the nipple, biting the rosy flesh of her nipple and scratching delicately at the surrounding flesh. He turned his attention to the other breast while he fondled the one he had just tortured, and Shaye arched up, moaning. She could feel wetness growing under her behind as her honey flowed from her body. “Master, please,” she cried softly, not wanting to anger him. “Let me pleasure you. I live only to serve you,” she moaned.
Her Master looked up from her breast, a look of pain flowing over his features briefly before his sardonic mask returned. “So you do. Very well, little mare,” he said, sliding out of his clothes. Naked, he was muscular and tan, a beautiful specimen of maleness. His erection stood out like a stallion’s from his body, moving just slightly with the beat of his heart. He untied Shaye and gestured for her to kneel at his feet, holding her head gently between his hands as she slipped her mouth over his rock-hard erection and began fellating him. “Yesss….that’s it, little mare. Suck it hard….you know you want me to come all over you,” he growled, tugging her hair in his fingers. Shaye increased her bobbing and sucking, stroking his sack in her fingertips and rubbing at a spot just behind his balls that she knew would make him quiver. “Ah gods, Shaye, I’m gonna come all over you…yes, baby, that’s it….” Shaye relaxed her throat as his seed poured out, his soft grunts a counterpart to his thrusting hips and her mouth. She slid him free of her mouth and discreetly spat his seed into her hand, wiping it quickly on the edge of the bedspread. Her Master finally opened his eyes and said, “My turn. I want to taste you.” He pushed Shaye up onto the bed, tied her arms and legs apart again and dove into her wetness. Shaye bit her lips to keep from crying out as he fucked her with his fingers and tongue, pinched and rubbed her clitoris and nipped at her soft folds with his sharp teeth. “That’s it….you taste so wonderful, little mare, little pet of mine,” she heard him whisper. Shaking in her bonds, Shaye whimpered softly when Master pushed three fingers deeply into her and began stroking and with a catch of breath, she let go and came hard against her Master’s hands, lost in the fire that drowned her every thought.
She was still trembling when her Master undid her bonds and slid up between her thighs to bury his hungry member inside her. He stretched her walls painfully at first, then she opened herself wide to let him sheathe himself completely within her. “Yesss….ahh…yess…you’re so wet, little one….so tight….” Master hissed, pumping in and out of her. Shaye moaned and lay still, letting her Master’s pleasure inspire her own. A moment later and Master was coming hard inside her, Shaye’s walls clenching and trembling as her own orgasm took her. He cried out and lay against her chest, moaning softly as the aftershocks racked their bodies.
When both of them were able to breathe, Shaye looked over at the man beside her. Blonde hair spilled back from his forehead and his greeny-blue eyes were half-closed in fulfillment. “Damn. You didn’t tell me it was gonna be like THAT,” he said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. Shaye rolled over and settled into his arms, saying, “You didn’t ask, Joe.” Joe laughed softly, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Woman, when you lost that round of pool to me, I’ll never bet you thought I’d ask you to play master and servant.”
Shaye snickered and replied, “Why do you think I let you win?”
~ The End ~