His finger stilled, his eyes dark, then a corner of his mouth drew up into a faint smile. “We’ll keep working on this trust issue of yours. Meantime, you’re going to have a bare pussy today, and you can tell me if you like it or not.”
“Well, okay.” Did he plan to shave her himself? “Sir, I can do it.”
He chuckled. “But I can do it better.” He walked to the foot of the table. “I’m going to strap you down tightly, little rabbit, so you can’t move at a bad moment.” One strap went across her stomach and another just above her hips. Then he bent her knees up and secured each thigh to the waist strap. Her pelvis tilted up.
She licked her lips, a sense of wrongness running through her. Restrained outside? Her pussy up in the air. She felt horribly vulnerable. When she looked over at the other table, she saw the same expression of dismay on Kari’s face.
“Relax, sugar, I don’t have neighbors. No one can see you but me and Dan.” Nolan seated himself in a chair at the foot of the table. He opened a packet of disposable razors and tossed them into the bowl of water. With scissors from the tray, he clipped her pubic hair short and rubbed shaving lotion into what hair was left. A slight herbal scent drifted to her.
Even after the lotion was applied, his fingers kept stroking her outer labia until need started to rise in her, and she gave a little squirm. Lifting her head, she saw amusement in his eyes. “You don’t appear to have any problems getting aroused anymore,” he murmured before nibbling on her inner thigh.
Her hips tried to move against the teasing bites, but she was thoroughly restrained. The knowledge sent more heat swirling through her.
Sir said, “Now stay very still, sugar.” She felt scraping on the top of her mound, each stroke followed by a splashing as he cleaned the razor in the bowl. His hands were warm and sure as he continued, finishing the top, working down her outer lips. Pulling her skin taut, he shaved further, almost to her anus, opening her as needed with firm hands.
The outside world seemed very distant. She could hear Dan murmur to Kari, soft violin music from hidden speakers, Cullen’s booming laugh from inside the house. The intimate touch of Sir’s fingers and the slow scraping of the razor became increasingly erotic.
“All done.” Sir tossed the razor into the water and rubbed something cool onto her bare folds. “Let’s see if you can tell the difference.”
She gasped when his mouth touched her pussy. She could feel…everything, not just his tongue on her clit, but his cheeks against her bare lips, the warmth of his skin, and the tiny scratchiness of his chin. Every sensation was amplified. Holding her labia open with unyielding fingers, he exposed her clit and licked over it.
“Ah!” She jerked at the exquisite shock. She felt a tiny puff of air, then his hot, wet mouth. Another puff of air hit directly on her clit. Hot mouth again. Her breathing turned ragged as fire shot through her, as her clit swelled, the tiny nub of nerves straining for more.
But he moved to run his tongue over her labia. His teeth gripped an inner lip, biting gently until jolts of sensation spiraled around her core. Her hands clenched the chain binding her, and her legs strained against the straps. She could do nothing except pant and whimper as he teased her, tonguing her clit, biting her folds. He brought her right to the edge of release, then backed away.
The muscles in her legs tightened as she tried to lift into his mouth. The restraints held her securely. She couldn’t move at all. She felt like a quivering, mindless doll, there for him to do whatever he wanted with her.
One finger slid into her, very slowly pushing between her swollen tissues. He pulled out and thrust two fingers in, ripping a cry from her. The intense pleasure increased, expanding to the entire V between her legs.
His fingers plunged in and out of her, and his tongue rubbed the sides of her clit in the same rhythm until her legs jerked uncontrollably in the restraints. Her breathing stopped, her whole body going rigid. Waiting. Needing release so badly she moaned. As everything constricted, his lips captured her clit, pulsing directly on the nub.
There was a roaring sound in her ears as she tried to arch, couldn’t move, and screamed instead as she spasmed around his fingers. Each forceful contraction of her vagina shot hot waves of pleasure through her body.
She quivered as he withdrew his tongue and his fingers. “I like you bare,” he murmured. “Seems like you do too.” And then he stood, sheathed himself in a condom, slicked the broad head of his cock in her juices, and plunged into her straight to the hilt. She screamed and climaxed again, billowing around his huge cock in exquisite explosions.
He ran his big hands up the back of her strapped thighs, anchoring her firmly as he started to thrust. She strained against his grip, and the feeling of being overpowered shot her back into arousal and need. His black gaze moved over her face, and then he tightened his hands even further, making her moan again.
His cock plunged in and out of her in a compelling rhythm—slow, fast, slow, fast—until her body started to constrict around him again. Her newly bare lips were so sensitive that she could not only feel his cock, but the hair at its base, his slightly rough balls, the warmth of his hips. The unfamiliar stimulation drove her insane. Too many sensations for her mind and her body to process.
His fingers moved down her thighs, and suddenly she became aware of how close they were to her clit, and now each movement inside her increased her urgency. His touch moved a little closer. A finger trailed across the top of her mound as his cock slid in and out of her. His finger traced down the inside of a fold, missing her clit. She moaned in disappointment.
He slowed, drawing his cock out of her inch by inch, pushing back in, inch by goddamned inch. His finger moved toward her clit again, teasing around, but never reaching it, and she whimpered as the tenseness inside her became too full to bear.
Her hands fisted as she panted. She could do nothing to get closer, nothing to make him touch her there, and a moan broke from her. “Please, please, please…”
To her distress, he stopped moving altogether with just the crown of his cock still in her. Her head rolled back and forth as her whole body pulsed and ached.
“M-master…”
“That’s right, sugar,” he murmured. His cock drove home with one hard thrust. His slick finger stroked over her clit at the same time, fast and rough. The sky disappeared as she broke, screaming and screaming. Her body shuddered, convulsing around him, against him. His grip moved back to her hips, tightening painfully as he gave a guttural growl and came in violent jerks inside her, pressing so deeply she felt as if his shaft filled her entire body.
He was breathing fast and smiling as he released his grip. As she fought for breath in the humid air, he leaned down between her strapped thighs and rested his cheek on her stomach. “Listen to that little heart pound,” he murmured. “I’d better give you a break before you shake apart.”
He kissed her stomach, then nipped, laughing when her pussy clenched around him. Rising, he pulled out, leaving her quivering in emptiness. After disposing of the condom, he gently unstrapped her, helped her sit up, and sat beside her on the top of the table. Her head still whirled.
At the other table, Master Dan tossed the razor into the bowl. “All done here,” he announced.
Beth looked at Kari and choked. He’d left enough hair on his sub’s shaved mound to form the shape of a heart.
Master Nolan snorted a laugh. “You pervert,” he said to Master Dan, getting a flashing grin back in answer.
Frowning, Kari lifted her head. “What? What did he do?” She got a quick slap on her thigh.
“Silence, little sub. You can admire my work later.” Taking a scoop of the lotion, he started rubbing it into her folds so thoroughly that her head fell back with a groan.
“Come, little rabbit,” Sir said, lifting Beth off the table and wrapping an arm around her. “Time to feed you and get you rehydrated. I think you panted away most of the fluid in your body.”
She shook her head. The concern he showed for her was unsettling. How many times had she fainted after one of Kyler’s so-called sessions, weak with dehydration and pain? How many times had she needed to crawl up the stairs, unable to stand? The memory invaded her mind like a maggot, and she edged closer until her body rubbed up against Sir’s with every step.
Nolan felt the little sub burrow closer and ran his hand over her hip. She didn’t usually snuggle. He glanced down, seeing how the tiny muscles around her lips had tensed, and her fingers had clenched. “What was that thought?”
She stiffened, and he smothered a smile. She really hated sharing her emotions.
“Beth.”
“Nothing.”
Anger surged through him, not surprising in the arrival, but the amount. “Beth,” he snapped, and her gaze whipped up even as she flinched. He breathed out, tried to control his voice, but it still came out cold. “Lying… I have a low tolerance for lying.” Another breath. “Why don’t you try that answer again?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I was thinking about how…how differently you treat me than…someone else.” She glanced down at the scars on her arms.
“Someone else, huh? Since you won’t tell me his name, we’ll call him the bastard. No, make it the cowardly bastard, since only a coward picks on a person littler than himself.”
