When The Gavel Falls (Masters of the Castle) Page 4

  "We're slowly getting there," he said, kneading and caressing her blazing flesh. "Certainly feels a bit warmer. Not quite as hot as here," he pushed the flat of his palm against her pussy, "but then, that would be rather difficult to achieve with just a paddle." Trapping her clit between two fingers, he gave it a sharp tug.

  Janice's knees buckled, and she would have slid to the floor if she hadn't been propped up in the middle by the chair.

  "It would seem your pretty friend Ellen was telling the truth," Dominick went on, "you are quite the little painslut. Shall we see whether you're a good little cumslut as well?"

  Face aflame at his words, Janice closed her eyes, unable to believe how much his crude words were turning her on.

  "Stand up and take off that dress."

  She obeyed with watery knees, flushing with shame when the negligee puddled around her ankles, glad when his enormous paw went to her throat, propping her up by her jaw in a menacing, delicious way.

  "Tell me, sweet little Janice, do you want to come?"

  His grip on her neck made it impossible for her to nod. "Y-yes, Sir," she breathed, unable to prevent the trickle of arousal she felt slip from her core at his words.

  "Hm," he said. "I'm torn. Should I keep you on the brink, teasing and tormenting you until you're begging me for release? Or should I do the opposite… make you come over and over again, until you're so raw and wet that you're begging me to stop?" His dark chuckle bounced off the walls. "Decisions, decisions."

  The hand not on her throat slid between her thighs, cupping her swollen, dripping sex.

  "Tell me, beautiful, are you multi-orgasmic?"

  Oh, those dark eyes, that firm jaw, that strong hand around her neck, that pressure between her legs… Unable to respond even if he'd wanted her to, she was glad it seemed to be a rhetorical question.

  "Shall we find out?" Without waiting for a reply, he guided her over to a table in the corner. It was covered with a crimson blanket, which he promptly whipped off to reveal…

  Her heart stopped. A Sybian.

  She'd seen them before, but only in porn. A thick, black bolster, with a wicked sweep of plastic on top, which vibrated when switched on.

  "Straddle it."

  Janice met his eyes, then, and almost lost herself in their blazing depths. She felt as if he were able to read her mind as well as her body… instinctively knowing what she needed even before she did herself. Accepting his proffered hand, she clambered up on to the table, carefully straddling the device. As the curves of the plastic nestled comfortably against her soaking, swollen sex, she moaned, helplessly. At this rate, he won't even need to switch it on… I'm that close.

  "Arms behind your back."

  His reasoning was instantly clear; that position rolled her pelvis forward, putting even more weight on her clit.

  "Now listen to me carefully, young lady," Dominick said, pushing her hair aside and brushing his lips against her neck, "I'm going to give you five with the cane. You wanted to see what pleasure and pain feel like combined, didn't you?"

  Her response was a throaty whimper.

  "And you are not, I repeat, not going to fucking come until you've taken all five like a good girl. Have I made myself clear?"

  "Y-yes, Sir."

  When his fingers found her straining nipples for the first time, Janice arched her back and groaned, unable to prevent herself from crying out when he pinched them, sharply.

  "If you disobey me on this, you will be one very, very sorry young lady. I would be extremely ticked off, and I'm at my most sadistic when I'm annoyed. If, on the other hand, you're a good girl, I will be very, very pleased. Got it?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Ever been caned before?"

  "Yes, Sir." It had been so long ago, she could barely remember the sensation, but she didn't think it a good idea to mention that.

  "Good. Then this should be easy."

  When the smooth plastic bump between her spread thighs began to vibrate, Janice almost came undone.

  "Feel good?"

  "Oh God, Sir, please… please…"

  His mocking laugh made it clear he was not about to be merciful. "Concentrate," he snarled, "don't you dare fucking come until you've had all five. Now, lean forward a little. You've got such a pert little ass I don't have much of a target. I'd hate to miss."

  Please, please hurry, she begged silently as the renewed shift in her weight crushed her thumping bud even more deliciously against the humming machine.

  ***

  Dominick was in his element. The girl was proving to be even more delectable than he'd anticipated, and every single one of her pleading looks, moans of pleasure and cries of agony made his cock chafe uncomfortably against his leather pants.

  Selecting a cane from the vast array behind him, he tested it, letting it sing through the air. She couldn't hear it over the hum of the Sybian, he knew.

  "You're so beautiful," he said, running the tip of the cane down her spine, admiring her long, creamy white limbs, her pointed little breasts, the way her crimson buttocks were splayed almost obscenely around the machine.

  He'd delivered far more severe sessions, but she'd still taken quite a solid paddling, and her divine butt was a dark pink color, mottled red in places. She'd feel it when she sat down for a day or two. A nice reminder of him.

  When he laid the cane against her backside, gauging his aim, she jumped, then let out a cry of frustrated pleasure as the sudden movement adjusted the humming device pressing against her clit. Yes, indeed. Quite the little painslut. Just what the doctor ordered.

  "Keep your hands behind your back, right where they are. Am I clear?"

  She nodded, forgetting to answer him verbally, and he watched her tighten her hold on her own slender wrists. Dominick was overwhelmed with the desire to grip them in one hand while pounding his cock into her, her long, long legs wrapped around his waist, her cunt contracting and weeping around him...

  Soon, perhaps. We haven't discussed that yet, but we will…

  Without any additional warning, he drew back the slim, flexible rod, and snapped it hard across her vibrating ass, drawing a neat, scarlet tram line across the top half of her cheeks. A millisecond later, she went rigid and groaned as the pain hit.

  "Focus on the pleasure, sweet thing," he crooned in her ear, "savour that exquisite hurt."

  Hiss-snap! Hiss-snap! The next two strokes were delivered in quick succession, one directly beneath the other, the vermillion lines standing out starkly against even the mottled, pink flesh.

  Janice arched her back and howled with surprise.

  Dominick was supremely delighted with her ready, honest responses. And even better was her obedience, her obvious desire to please, to do what he asked of her. "Good girl, such a good girl," he murmured. "Just two more, and then I assure you, you're gonna come harder than you'd ever thought possible."

  Raising the cane again, he brought it snapping sharply across the lower curve of her ass, just an inch above the vibrating Sybian. Ignoring her renewed cry of pain, he smirked. "Oh dear. It would seem we're all out of room. This last one, therefore, is gonna be the worst yet."

  ***

  Janice was delirious, every nerve ending in her body ablaze with ecstasy. As hard and sharp as they were, every stroke of that wicked cane so far had merely served to heighten her need for release. Her thighs were quivering with strain, trembling around the bolster with the effort of holding off her climax.

  Even in her deepest, darkest fantasies, when she'd lain in bed at night with one hand gripping her nipple, the other moving slowly and deliberately between her legs, picturing this scenario with the Dungeon Master, she hadn't even come close to how dark, how deliciously, agonizingly wonderful the reality was.

  It was no good, she realized, she was falling over the edge. The orgasm which had been building since the moment he'd first stroked her hair erupted, then; wave after wave of bliss beginning in her clit and spreading throughout the rest of her vibrating
body until she was screaming.

  At the peak of her climax, the cane landed again, slanting sharply across the other four welts, that single stroke bringing all the others back to stinging, agonizing life. Instead of detracting from it, the burning pain enhanced her pleasure, sending another orgasmic wave shooting through her distended, humming clit.

  Not until she was completely spent, slumped panting forward, all thoughts of posture forgotten as she braced her hands upon the table and fought back the aftershocks, did the Sybian stop vibrating.

  "You disobeyed me. Don't think I don't know you started coming before the fifth stroke."

  She started. In a daze, Janice turned her head and met his long, liquid eyes. "I-I tried," she stammered. "I… I couldn't… I couldn't hold back."

  "It's a shame. Now I have to punish you." His voice dropped to a growl. "I'd much rather have fucked you."

  His words sent a new bolt of desire curling through the pit of her stomach. In that moment, she realized just how much she wanted him to do it… to take her… to fuck her. Her raw, numb clit came throbbing back to life, and she felt her pussy contract with the sudden need to be filled. By him. "Please do it," she whispered.

  "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

  "Please f-fuck me." Oh, those blazing eyes.

  He appeared to be considering it for a moment. "You're asking me to reward you rather than punish you?" he said at last.

  "Y-yes, Sir."

  "Let's get you down from there first."

  She clung to his thick, muscled arm gratefully as he helped her clamber off both the Sybian and the table.

  "Look at all that girl juice," he said reprovingly, indicating the copious amounts of cream she'd gushed over the device. "I should make you lick it all off."

  Her heart stuttered, and she gazed at him, wide-eyed. Surely he wouldn't?

  "Luckily for you, I've got something I'd much rather you licked. Get on your knees, sweetheart."

  The way he was looking at her was making it difficult for her to remain upright anyway, so she sank to the floor at his feet gratefully.

  Stroking her hair, he spoke quietly, almost lovingly. "You have a choice, little one. I can tie you up and punish you for disobeying my explicit orders not to come, or you can suck my dick. If you do that well enough, I might be persuaded to fuck you instead of whipping you until you're crying. What'll it be?"

  Janice didn't hesitate. "I—the… the latter, Sir."

  "Beg me for it."

  "Please, Sir, p-please let me s-suck your c-cock."

  "Since you asked so nicely."

  As he unzipped his pants, she was watching his eyes, and for the first time, she saw an emotion there she hadn't expected: lust… and even something akin to affection. He's enjoying this as much as I am, she realized. There was me, thinking this was all some kind of favor—God, for all I know, Ellen paid him to do it—but he's actually getting off on it. She was surprised at how happy and relieved she felt at the thought.

  His shaft was thick and blunt, his girth so huge that she couldn't actually get her fingers to meet around it, but he was rock hard, and the knowledge that he was as aroused by her as she was by him merely renewed Janice's desire to please him.

  Sliding her lips over the head, savouring the smooth skin and slightly salty tang of him, she clasped her hands behind her back without being told. Her clit was thumping again, her pussy aching for the feel of him inside her.

  "Good girl. No hands." His voice had thickened, and Janice shivered as she felt his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements.

  When she felt the unmistakeable sensation of a crop tapping against her backside, once again renewing the ache he'd caused with his hands, paddle and cane, she didn't even flinch.

  "Your mouth feels so damn good," he growled, thrusting himself deeper between her lips.

  She mewled around him as the tip of the crop caught her hip, then gagged as his cockhead brushed the back of her throat.

  "My sweet, obedient little girl," he whispered, thrusting a little more, "think you can open up and swallow me?"

  Janice met his eyes and nodded as much as she could with the thick, pulsating shaft of him deep in her mouth.

  "Good girl. You let me fuck your throat and then I'll fuck you until you're begging me to stop." He smacked her sharply with the crop once more. "Would you like that?"

  She nodded again, then, as he began to slide in and out of her, going a little deeper each time, she closed her eyes.

  Master Dominick the reality was turning out to be even better than the fantasy…

  The End

  Sharing Silver

  By

  Tabitha Black

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  Chapter One

  Her trembling hand made the ice in her gin and tonic clink against the glass as Sylvia took such a large gulp she almost choked on it. She wasn't normally a big drinker, but in light of her current situation...

  For the umpteenth time, she stole a quick glance at the alarm clock beside the plain hotel bed, sighing as she realised that she still had more than twelve hours in which to contemplate—and try not to regret—what she was planning to do.

  It had been a long flight from Brisbane, Australia, to Ohio, and she had hoped that jet lag would hit her fast, not giving her much of a chance to reflect. Unfortunately, she had slept so much on both planes, lulled into that odd sense of twilight induced by hours of perpetually dimmed lights, the hum of the engines, constantly running movies and a Valium or two, that she was now wide awake at nine o'clock in the evening.

  The hotel was pleasant enough, and the flights and immigration had passed without incident, but now she was here. The point of no return was growing ever closer. Glancing at the sheaf of paperwork lying in her lap, Sylvia sighed and bit her lip. She had read every word a million times, and still she could hardly comprehend the enormity of what she had signed up for.

  What would Stephen say if he could see me now? If he knew what I'm going to do, would he approve? More importantly, why do I still care whether he would approve or not? It has been more than six months...

  With an exasperated sigh, she tossed the brochure in her lap aside and got up to pour herself another drink, exorbitant mini bar prices be damned. Then she curled up on the still neatly made bed, rummaged through her handbag for her address book, picked up the phone and began to dial.

  Rosa answered on the third ring. "Hello?"

  "Rosa, it's me, Sylvia."

  "Hey, sweetie! You made it in one piece? How was the flight?"

  "Fine, fine. Long, but that was to be expected. How are you?"

  "I'm great. Can't wait to see you tomorrow," Rosa enthused.

  "I can't wait to see you either. It's the other stuff I'm worried about. Remind me again why I agreed to do this, and how I let you talk me into it?"

  Rosa chuckled, and Sylvia couldn't help but smile at her friend's infectious enthusiasm. "Well," she began, "you've just gone thr
ough a messy divorce, right?"

  "Right," Sylvia confirmed.

  "And you're all heartbroken, your self-esteem is in the basement—in a nutshell, you deserve to treat yourself, right?"

  "Still with you so far."

  "So what better way to treat yourself than to spend a couple of days with a gorgeous man who fancies you so much that he's paying for you to spend time with him? And who will be fulfilling your every fantasy to boot?"

  "Not to mention I'm paying for my trip with some of the money I got from the settlement, so essentially, my ex-husband is paying for my pleasure," Sylvia added.

  "Exactly. And you'll get to spend some time with your bestest friend in the whole world, whom you almost never see because we live so far apart. So you tell me, sweet cheeks, why wouldn't you agree to do it?"

  "Do you want a list? I've spent the last forty hours or so compiling one in my head," Sylvia groaned.

  "What's the worst thing that could happen?"

  "Hmm, where do I start? I get purchased—I can't believe I'm even saying that word—by a complete troll who revolts me. And I have to spend the entire two days—and nights—with him."

  "Highly unlikely. Sweetie, we're talking about the Castle here. This is an amazing place and I have it on good authority that all the Dominants who are bidding are wonderful in their own special way. No trolls allowed."

  "Hum. I'm very picky when it comes to men," Sylvia said.

  "I know that. But do you trust me? Honey, I would never have suggested you take part in this auction unless I thought it would do you the world of good." Rosa's enthusiasm was hard to deny.

  "And it's been ages since I've played. Stephen tried, bless him, but he was never truly kinky... not compared to me, anyway. I'm out of practice. It's been years since I was in a real D/s relationship."

  "Listen to me Sylvia—are you listening?"