Marked (The Recruits: Book One) (4 page)

“But do you want this enough to be under my rule tonight? If I tie you up, if I blindfold you and tell you to bend over the bed, will you do it?” She nodded, her eyes wide. “Even if I decide to spank you?”

Oh hell. He actually wanted her to call him Master? She’d never be able to say that with a straight face! “Uhm.” She licked her lips, trying to find a way out of this.

“Sorry, Master,” he repeated, his voice harsh. “I’m not joking around, Faye. If you can’t even do that, there’s no point in us starting this whole thing.”

Shit!
“Uhm, sorry, Master?”

“That’s better.” His hands landed on her shoulders and he quickly retrieved the shirt, putting it on and leaving her once more naked. Her arms automatically wrapped around herself in a vain effort to hide herself. “Hands by your sides!”

“Yes, Master,” she found herself responding, her arms trembling as they moved down.

“Good girl. Now I want you to sit on the daybed until I come back.” He waited until she’d settled, before crossing the room and pushing a few buttons. “I want you to watch this while I’m gone. But Faye,” he looked at her, “you are not allowed to make yourself come, do you hear?”

“What?” She understood better when the plasma screen opposite her came to life. A whirring sound rang seconds later, and a movie title appeared. “Oh hell.” It was a bondage movie. A leather–clad man stepped into view, his chest covered in baby oil, making his six–pack glisten in the torches’ light. She was so enraptured by the scene that she barely registered Jake coming to stand in front of her. It was only when he blocked her view that she jerked. “Yes? Uhm, I mean, yes, Master?”

There was a pleased twinkle in his eyes when he said, “I’ll repeat myself only once, Faye. You are not to touch yourself or make yourself come until I’m back here with you. Understood?” She nodded. “Good. Now, enjoy the movie and think of what will happen when I get back.” He leaned over her and wrapped his hands in her hair, before pressing his lips on hers for a quick kiss. “Be good, Faye.”

“I will…Master.” She watched him leave the room, her gaze immediately veering back to the TV screen.

* * * *

Faye was going crazy. She’d been watching the movie for close to an hour, the action pushing her further and further into a trance–like state. She’d witnessed it all: women being flogged by their Masters while begging for it; women wearing strange contraptions, and even those nipple clamps Jake seemed to enjoy; women pushed to their limits. Women being brought to screaming orgasms, their pussies drenched with their juices and their Masters’ combined. She moaned at the thought and wondered where Jake was. She couldn’t wait any longer. Her hands were clasped on her thighs, her nails digging into the skin as she fought the urge to touch herself. Those damn clamps were taunting her, lying beside her as if they were just waiting for her to pick them up. She remembered the pain, but also the intense pleasure they’d brought.

Moisture pooled between her thighs, wetting the thick fabric underneath her. She winced but it’s not as if she could do anything about it. She even wriggled a little bit, her clit hardening as she spread her legs wider. “No!” Her sharp voice pulled her back to herself, and she moved to a kneeling position, her hands once more on her thighs.

The movie’s credits were rolling on the screen by the time Jake strolled into the room, a wicked smile on his face. “What a nice sight, sweetheart. I haven’t said anything, and you’re already in the correct position. I hope the movie taught you a few things that might be useful for us later on tonight.”

“Yes, Master.” She nearly added that she was dying to come, but she managed to keep silent. That had probably to do with the bag of goodies he was opening. Dumping its contents onto the table in the corner, he quickly sorted through them and turned back towards her.

“Widen your stance. I want to be able to see your pussy.” She slid her knees to the sides, revealing the wet spot underneath her. His eyebrows shot up. “And you were telling me you hadn’t come…”

He looked at her skeptically before sliding his right hand between her legs. His palm cupped her mound, her breath hitching at the caress. Her head fell back, her breasts pushed towards him almost as if in invitation. One finger thrust up, parting her swollen folds until it was impaling her. “Were you really a good girl, Faye?”

“Ye–es.” Her voice came out as a hiss, her mind and body focusing entirely on that single digit. It retreated, pushing against her spot while it did so. Her hips rocked up as she tried to keep it inside her. She wanted more. Needed more. “Please!”

He pulled back from her and said, “Remember who you’re talking to.”

Her eyes opened, blinking as if they hadn’t even realized they’d closed in the first place. Faye watched him walk back to the table, her heartbeat accelerating as he moved back to her with his hands full of leather and chains. She’d been expecting a collar, but she got so much more.

Chapter Five: All Trussed Up

She looked down at herself and blinked at the incongruous sight. She was wearing a chain bra and its matching g–string, the metal cold against her overheated skin. She wasn’t bare, and yet she was. The chains hid her pussy, but the single one that ran along her slit and up her cleft was a clear indication of what was to come. The bra didn’t hide much either, and certainly not her nipples that Jake had hardened so they stood proudly in the O–rings. It hadn’t come much as a surprise when he’d produced another set of clamps. These were adorned with metal bells however. He’d seen her curious gaze and had explained that it was to let him know if she moved when she wasn’t supposed to.
Like a cow in a field
. Shaking her head at the silly thought, she watched him step once more in front of her.

He held leather cuffs in his hands, her pulse spiking as she wondered how it would feel to be tied. To be unable to move. To give him control. She gulped and even as he saw her reaction, he didn’t comment. Instead, he gestured for her to stretch her arms in front of her. He quickly snapped the cuffs around her wrists, then linked them together. He pushed her arms back down so her hands lay in her lap. “Do they hurt?” he enquired, as he fished something out of his back pocket.

“No,” she replied, testing the cuffs, trying to slide her hands out and finding soon enough that she couldn’t. And yet, she’d been truthful, they didn’t hurt. The leather was soft against her skin, tight enough but not pinching. Her insides clenched, reminding her of her earlier arousal. Of her
current
arousal…

“Good. Close your eyes, Faye.”

She did as ordered, fingers tightening around each other in front of her. She had a feeling she knew what was going to happen. Turns out she was right. A silk blindfold fell over her face, her eyelids fluttering against the smooth material. She opened her eyes then, but he’d made a good choice. She sure as hell couldn’t see anything. “Master?”

“Get up.” His hands light on her waist, he guided her off of the daybed, making her take a few steps before stopping her. She stood there, tittering slightly. It was such a weird feeling not to be able to see anything, to know she was at his mercy. That he could bend her body in any way he wanted; do anything he wanted to with her.

She heard the faint sound of clothes rustling, just before the chain separating her butt cheeks was pulled back. Hard. She gasped, her hands automatically reaching forward, as if she wanted to escape.

“What a nice ass,” he whispered behind her as he drew his thumb along the chain. His finger barely touched her skin, at least not until it slipped between her thighs, her stance widening so he could reach where it felt good. His thumb flicked her clit and she moaned, pushing back for a better feel. He wasn’t interested in more however; he’d just wanted to make sure the links were in place. She felt him push the chain into position: separating her slit in two, delving between her lips, hitting her clit. He clasped it in his hand and tugged on it once more, settling it between her butt cheeks. He pressed on her ass so it clamped around the chain, the metal so foreign there it was almost as if she was living in a dream.

But the pleasure swirling through her certainly was real. Between that and the clamps making her nipples tingle, she was on her way to a serious orgasm. It was so bad that she couldn’t help but call out, “Master, please!”

“Did I say you could talk?”
Oh no!
She bit her lip and shook her head. “You look so tempting like this, I’m not sure where to begin.” She had plenty of suggestions if he wanted, but she was pretty sure he wouldn’t listen. Or, he’d punish her because she’d spoken out loud and disobeyed. While she was seriously considering telling him everything that was going through her mind, all in the hope that he would kick it up a notch and do what she was yearning for, Jake came up with her first position. “I’m going to have to uncuff you. I’ll tie you back up after this, but I don’t want you to fall. All right?”

“Yes, Master.” Her wrists were suddenly untied, the leather falling down her hands in a whispery touch.

“You’re such a good little pet,” he congratulated her, slapping her ass as he pushed her in front of him. She felt him move past her before he added, “I’m sitting in the armchair. I want you to stand up next to me, then you’ll lean down and take my cock in your mouth. I want you to suck me and play with my balls like you did earlier. Is that clear?”

“Yes, uhm, Master.” She gulped, taking a shaky breath as she felt his hand on her leg. He pushed her to where he wanted her to stand, his fingers digging into her skin her reminder she was supposed to lean down. She lowered her head, then her whole torso, grimacing when she realized her heavy breasts were probably hanging down. She might be wearing a bra, but it wasn’t much support. When the chains began biting into her skin, she realized the purpose of this position. Between that and the clamps’ bells ringing every time she moved, it was as if her breasts were stimulated even if he wasn’t touching them. The clamps pulled at her nipples, the pain less than last time. Maybe she was getting used to them? Or, maybe he’d chosen them because they weren’t as tight. Biting her lower lip, she pushed her hands out and found his thighs, feeling the muscles bunch under her palms.

He was still dressed and she reveled in it. Her fingers ran up his body until they encountered his belt. She opened it, fumbling a little, but then she couldn’t see what she was doing. She undid his buttons, popping them one by one, before drawing the pants down his legs. He grunted as his cock was bared, her needy fingers finding its girth and squeezing.

One hand landed on the back of her head, pushing her down quite inexorably. “Suck me, pet.”

“Yes, Master.” This time, she licked her lips in anticipation. His cock was nice and smooth, and tasted just like a salty lollipop would. She widened her mouth and took his head in one big swoop. She sucked on it immediately, precum hitting her tastebuds and making her groan. She held herself up with both hands flat on his thighs, the position uncomfortable but not too bad for now. She knew her back would kill her later though. For now, she didn’t care, too busy enjoying his sharp intakes of breath each time she sucked on him. Remembering what he’d asked for, she let his head slip out of her mouth with a wet sound and traced the underside of his cock with the tip of her tongue. She laved one ball, then the other, before taking the first one into her mouth.

Grinning inwardly at his groan, she sucked on it, her teeth sharp against the tender skin. And yet, she never let them hurt him. He was too precious to her. He deserved this. Losing herself in her own little word, she only came back to the present when the chain bisecting her ass was pulled up in one sharp movement.

It rasped against her clit, her inner lips, her rose. It made everything sit up and pant. It made her stop sucking on him, her mouth opening and letting go of her earlier treasure. She was too busy fighting the incoming orgasm. “Oh no!”

A harsh slap met the tender skin of her ass, followed soon by another one. And another one. She flinched, pain radiating through her lower half. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Master.”

As soon as he heard his name, he stopped. His palm cupped her reddened skin, the fleeting caress bringing a drench of moisture to her pussy. “You will only come when I say so. Are we clear, pet?”