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  “I’ll help you, baby girl.” I put the low vibrating wand directly on her clit through her panties and she moaned loudly.

  “Sir!”

  I moved it across her pussy, sensitizing her lips. Then I moved it against her opening and back up to her clit as if I was using my tongue. I stroked her clit repeatedly teasing her. The spasms that wracked her body seemed to be coming quicker because she couldn’t fend them off as easily. Her hands were fisted, indicating the fight that she was putting up to regain control of her body.

  “Yes! Please don’t stop!”

  “Give me permission to move your panties, girl.”

  “No!”

  I stroked her a bit harder and increased the vibration in the same pattern. I leaned up and sucked on her already sensitive nipples. She watched me lustfully, thirsty for more. I pulled her nipple with my teeth and she growled. Her sounds were animalistic and raw and there was nothing that she could do to get away. It drove her to a primal place of need.

  “No... no... no...” She moaned, and the spasms rode her harder. She was a stubborn kitten, but I had all the time in the world.

  “Let me put that sweet pussy of yours out of its misery. Tell me to take them off.”

  “No!” She moaned as she moved her hips against the wand. Vanessa seemed ashamed of her need, or maybe it was that she didn’t want to beg me to satisfy her. Either way, I wouldn’t back off.

  I added a bit of electroshock, and the waves danced across her very wet pussy, making it pulse. The sharp bites were moving around, igniting even more need from her. I could hear the small cracks as the electricity found skin to connect with.

  “Master J!” She chanted my name as if she knew I was her only savior tonight.

  I watched the sweat roll off her, and I knew she was close to bending to my will. I could only imagine how hot her pussy was. I licked my lips thinking about the treat that was waiting for me.

  “Ready to grant me permission?”

  “N-” I increased the pressure as I put the wand directly on her clit, focusing on her immediate concern. I nipped her ear and whispered my desire to have her come for me.

  “Please! Please! Please!”

  “I can remove them?” Vanessa nodded quickly as she struggled to hang on to her pending climax. “Don’t forget to ask for permission to come.”

  I moved her panties downward with my free hand and applied the wand to her skin, slowly bringing it toward her clit. I could hear the electroshocks against her skin as it made contact with her wet folds. She began shaking violently the closer I got, and when I hit her clit she screamed. The wand pulsed in my hand, and I could only imagine what that felt like on her clit.

  “May I please?” The words sounded desperate and as needy as I imagined her pussy to be.

  “Come for me, girl.”

  Vanessa’s head dropped back, and she moaned nice and loud as her orgasms took over her body. She rode the waves hard, letting the ripples rock her core. Vanessa begged for more, and I gave it to her until she was wrung dry.

  After the third one, she calmed, but I leaned in and sucked her already sore nipples, thrusting her into another whirlwind of orgasms. When I saw her go limp, I turned off the wand and looked at her. She was beautifully displayed and primed for fucking. I adjusted my pants and got her loose of the rope after I fixed her clothes. I picked her up and took her over to a chair where I sat. Renee brought me a blanket and I covered Vanessa quickly. I kissed her forehead and started to rub warmth back into her body.

  “You ready to keep her yet?” Shelly asked.

  I paid her no attention as I pulled Vanessa closer. She smelled divine, and it felt more than right for her to be here in my arms. She was perfect in more ways than I really wanted to admit.

  “Don’t ignore me, Sir.” I looked over at Shelly. She was massaging Renee’s head that was resting in her lap.

  “I am just helping her.”

  “Helping her may be the best thing that’s ever happened to you. She’s good for you, and I think that you need to admit that to yourself before it’s too late.”

  I held her until she awakened. She seemed surprised to see me, but she cuddled closer. I lifted her head and kissed her lips and she kissed me back. Vanessa wrapped her arm around my neck, resting her arm there. I had to keep our kissing and cuddling light so that she wouldn’t move and feel my arousal. That wasn’t what I wanted at all, though.

  Vanessa’s lips were soft, supple, and submissive to mine. She tasted just as good as I thought she would, if not better the second time.

  “Let’s get you hydrated,” I said after moving away from her lips.

  Renee got up and grabbed water from the cooler and a candy bar. Vanessa ate the bar without me prompting her, and I held the water until she was finished. Once the hydration and energy boosting were out of the way, she cuddled back against me. If I wanted to let her go at this moment, it would be impossible. She was perfect and the fear that I’d encountered the first few times from her were gone. She seemed to like being in my arms and that was the thing that sealed the deal. She wanted to be here just as much as I did, at least for the moment. I resumed rubbing her back, and after a while she dozed against me, curled like the kitten that she was.

  Shelly, Renee, and I talked about the babies that were nearing their expected due date. An hour later, Vanessa was awake and conversing with us before I ordered her to go cleanup in the bathroom and get dressed.

  Renee went with Vanessa and Shelly stared at me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You need to claim her.”

  “You need to not focus on my love life.” My eyebrows were knitted from the sudden stress that Shelly’s words had stirred.

  “She’s good for you.”

  “So were you. It doesn’t mean that we’re destined. I’m not opposing the relationship, but I won’t be rushed.”

  “Understood, Sir.” Shelly kept quiet until Renee came back. “Ready, love?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Renee responded.

  Shelly stood, and they started to walk out.

  Vanessa came out of the bathroom and blushed as she looked at me. “Thank you, Sir. Will I see you next week?”

  “Yes. Don’t forget to text me.”

  “I won’t, Sir.” Vanessa walked over to me and kissed my lips lightly. “Goodnight.”

  I watched as all three of them walked out to their cars and drove away. I undressed on my way to my shower where I planned to work out my stress from that scene. Vanessa was becoming hard to resist, and I didn’t know how long it would be before I gave in to the need to claim her.

  While the scene was hot, it was a distraction from the internal battles that she fought. I’d hoped that it would build trust between us. What I’d gotten, instead, was an erection and developing feelings for a sexy Latina. Lord, help me.

  Chapter 12: Vanessa

  Where... Blinking didn’t clear the disorientation at all. The sticky remnants of sleep allowed my eyes to droop closed, making things difficult. Heavy eye lids fought against me as I struggled to focus on staying awake. Grunting wasn’t helping my cause at all, but I did it. I was drowning in lethargy that wouldn’t let me shake its hold, and it was frustrating the heck out of me. Where was I?

  Sighing was a temporary relief to the madness, but it felt good. I held my eyes open with my fingertips to let the fresh air create tears. I blinked them away along with sleep’s pull. The soft glow of the light coming from the hallway illuminated the room, revealing the facts. I wasn’t home. In fact, I couldn’t remember where I was. The black and blood red surroundings were vaguely familiar but...

  Rolling over... I stopped midway, catching the most sinful smell. I buried my face into the pillow and inhaled so deeply that the smell burned my nose. That still wasn’t enough. God, why did it smell so... Master J. I was in his bedroom. The realization was its own aphrodisiac. Where was he, though?

  I lifted the blanket to reveal that I was still wearing what I wo
re to our play session. He’d evoked an orgasm so intense that I’d passed out. I couldn’t remember anything else beyond that, including how I’d gotten here.

  My night started off as it does most Thursdays. I’d prepared for my night with Master J. As I drove here, I received a text from Renee. She was probably trying to figure out where I was. I was running about five minutes later than normal, but still ahead of schedule. When I knocked on the door, I was shocked to see him. I checked my phone for the time and the envelope at the top of the screen insisted that I check it. The text said that Renee and Mistress X wouldn’t make it. Something came up, and they couldn’t be here tonight. I looked up at Master J who was waiting for me to enter. I did, and when we got to his studio, I turned toward him.

  “Should we reschedule?” I heard the shakiness in my own voice.

  “That is a decision that you need to make. I’m prepared as always. Eventually, you’ll have to venture into this without them as your safety net. Question is: is tonight the night?” I heard the taunting dare in his question. Was I ready for this?

  I fidgeted for a second, warring with myself. I wanted my time with Master J. I trusted him, and he’d never pushed me in a bad way. Mama, Mistress X, and Renee knew where I was. I was shocked that I was even weighing my options. I was becoming dependent on Master J to help me unwind the years of stress and angst. I was beginning to feel, and I didn’t want to go back into the shell I’d been living in.

  I sent a quick text to Renee telling her that I was going to go forward with the scene and that I’d appreciate it if she would check on me later, which she agreed to.

  “I’m ready, Sir.”

  My scene with him was intense. I’d given him permission to take photos during our scenes, if he promised not to share them. Other than that, it was almost identical to the one from the week prior. Only difference was that the orgasms were more intense.

  When I passed out in the studio, I didn’t recall waking up until now. It was probably why I was so disoriented. Being in the room with no recollection of getting here had set off false alarms. Hence, anxiety.

  My breathing was more under control, and I took a minute more to try to relax. Just when I was beginning to settle down, Mother Nature called loud and clear. I stood and exited the room in search of the bathroom. I knew it was one of the doors in the hallway, I just couldn’t remember which one. The sound of the shower confirmed the location. I peeked through the door to see Master J in the shower.

  The glass door that separated us gave me a distorted view of him stroking himself under the spray of water. I knew that I should back out of the room, but my feet were frozen to the spot as I watched him pleasure himself. Was it hot in here or was it just me?

  Master J’s strokes were long and fluid. Up and down his length. Slow and thorough. My mouth watered at the sight of him. Could he get any sexier? His head was back in pure unadulterated lust. His groans were melodic as if he was chanting his desire.

  “Good girl, Vanessa,” he moaned.

  I gasped and then covered my mouth immediately. He didn’t seem to notice the sound or break his rhythm. My slit began to throb more insistently. I knew that I desired Master J, but I didn’t think that he saw me in the same way. He’d made mention of a few things, but I assumed that he was just being polite. The times that he’d gotten me off were obligations and not for personal satisfaction. He was tasked with helping me cope, and it was nothing more than that. Right? Or at least I thought. But his kisses sang a different tune. They always left me wanting more but was that the case for him too?

  His movements increased, and he arched into his hand. The slapping of skin increased as he jerked his shaft. The heat from his body aided in fogging the room symbolically. The man was creating serious heat, and I wasn’t immune. I wanted to help him get off. I didn’t care what part of my body he used as long as it got him to completion. I wanted to be a part of his world even for just a second. Though I’d never done it, I wanted to be on my knees in front of him right now licking at his erection. I stepped toward him, but then I heard his moans and grunting speed up. Skin pleasuring skin echoed, and I bit my lip at the crude sound. It was the sound of flattery meeting lust in combat. Lust was definitely winning.

  My heartrate matched his rhythm, and my desire for him skyrocketed. My name was like a tribal chant upon his lips as he sought his release. He wanted me, and I wanted him. The knowledge was more powerful than I’d ever imagined because I wanted him to desire me as I had him. Things grew quiet and then he shouted loudly.

  “Fuck, Vanessa!” It was followed by satisfied moans as he slowed his movements. “My very good girl...”

  I backed away from the bathroom and headed back to his bedroom on instinct because my mind was not with it. I laid on the bed, panting in need. My cunt throbbed for him. It needed to be filled and used. I wanted his release to be taken by my body. I needed... I groaned. Him. Just him.

  My body reminded me of the need to go to the bathroom and I remembered that Renee showed me a bathroom off the Master bedroom. I used it and freshened up while I was in there. Once I was back in the bedroom, I collapsed onto the bed staring at the ceiling. I kept running the images of him pleasing himself through my mind while I moved my thighs along one another. The arousal was building again, making me sigh.

  I just couldn’t let it go. I didn’t want to. I craved sex with that man more than I ever had. The door opened, and I stopped my movements, but the heavy breathing was hard to contain. I wanted to hide away from him, but I couldn’t. I needed him too much. He walked toward me, and I tried to avoid his eyes. The pull was too intense, and I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Big mistake. Master J wore a towel draped around his waist, but his chest was still deliciously wet and exposed. Inviting.

  Master J was magnificent. His eyes were lustful, and he was a beast that had just found his next prey. God did I want him to pounce. I couldn’t look away from him if someone offered me a million dollars. He was stacked solid, his goatee was freshly groomed, and those damn lips of his seemed softer. Enticing.

  Master J had me at his mercy, and always chose to satisfy me first. He’d waited me out and put his own desires last to the point of finding relief alone. He’d kept the few kisses we shared today brief and hadn’t used my newly awakened desire to trap me into bedding him. I wanted to give him my body and my submission. He always spoke of submission being the greatest gift, and that’s why he always thanked me before a scene. I longed to be his for just one night, but I worried that I wasn’t enough to please him. I trusted that he’d give me what I needed and what he wanted me to have. I wanted, no needed, him to take me. I didn’t know if I give him the same in return.

  “I can help you with that.” Master J’s voice was deep, hoarse.

  I looked away, a bit embarrassed at how wanton I felt right now.

  “You know the rules. Your safe word still applies.”

  Master J moved onto the bed, testing the water. He parted my legs slowly and kissed my ankles. I swallowed a moan as he continued his slow crawl. My hips moved on their own accord though I tried to hold back. I felt the tears as they pooled, slipped from the corner of my eyes, and conveyed just how doomed I was. The tears always conveyed how at war with my body I was. It sought passion when my mind was always being logical and well calculated.

  As much as I wanted this, there was even more fear. If I gave into him, us, what would that mean? Was I strong enough to walk away when it was all over? Master J was intense, and I didn’t doubt that sex with him would be, as well.

  Master J’s hands stroked the soft skin on my thighs, and I trembled. His touch was gentle yet sure. He ignited flames in his trail. Burning for him was as easy as breathing, which I did deeply.

  “Nessa, I promise not to hurt you. Unless you beg me to.” Master J climbed up my body stationing himself at my core. I fisted the sheets at my sides. I’d never felt anything so torturous in my life. “We don’t have to do anything that you aren’t comf
ortable with.”

  Master J continued to kiss my body as he made his way up to my shoulders. My hips met his and I felt his length between my legs. He was long, thick, and hard against my throbbing, wet, and soft sex. Kisses to my cheek were too close to my mouth. It’s where I desired his lips most. He hovered over my lips and I closed my eyes hoping that he would. I wanted him badly, but fear was trying to override my senses. I needed him to take control in the way that he did all the time. I wasn’t strong enough to take the leap.

  “Your call,” he spoke.

  Master J nibbled my lips, and I felt the resolve breaking away, slipping through my fingertips. He bit my lip, lightly scorching my skin, and I moaned loudly. I loved the mixture of pain and pleasure that he delivered.

  “Damn, you smell good.” He kissed down to my neck and I shivered. Pleasure tingled along my skin, elevating the demand to have more of him. He eased to my ear after he kissed just beneath it. “I bet you taste even better.”

  I whined, wanting him to take me. He was delivering both unspoken and verbal promises that I could only hope he cashed in on. He came back to my lips, and as he nibbled the next time, I licked my bottom lip. He caught it between his lips and sucked on my tongue. I moaned in defeat before he kissed me savagely. I put my arms around his neck pulling him close. I pressed my body against his, melding us together. His kiss created havoc, forever ruining me. We could do this for an eternity and it would never be enough. God, I had to be dreaming. I was wound so tightly that I felt like I would combust at any moment.

  Master J pulled away slowly and kissed the tops of my breasts. I swore since he’d tortured them during our scene that they’d stayed sensitive and peaked. I hadn’t forgotten the things he’d done to them. He pulled one free from my bra and sucked on my nipple causing me to grind my hips against his.

  “Please, Sir,” I begged.

  “What do you need, little girl?” He sucked a bit harder and my hips bucked toward him.

  “You...” We were both surprised at my response, but I didn’t try to take it back. My body had made the decision for me.