"Please, Master," she panted.
Marcy's ass and her pussy were both on fire. She screamed – from pain or pleasure. How could she tell? When he hit her, she felt it there.
Pleasure and sensation rocketed through her. Intense arousal and primal need took over.
A shudder was growing, something huge within her core. Her body trembled uncontrollably. It was enormous. It was too much. Her stomach clenched against his lap, her pelvis arched. She was so close…
Mike must have been aware of her pre-orgasmic state. "Come for me, slave. Come for me - right now," he commanded with one last slap. As he did he pressed two fingers into her pussy, against her G-spot, while flicking her clit.
Marcy's whole body tightened.
Oh, fuck! "Ah, ah, ah, ah," she sobbed. Marcy wailed through her frenzied orgasm, bucking and shaking. Winded and breathless, tremors wracked her body. Fuck it felt amazing! Afterwards she lay limp, in a zone of pleasure, jerking with aftershocks.
Mike picked her up, holding her tightly against him, like she was the most important thing in his world. His gaze locked with hers. Lust, love and pleasure glittered in those dark eyes.
"Is my slave ready to serve me?" he asked in a sexy low voice.
She gave him a faint smile. "Anything for my Master," she whispered.
62. My Turn
He laughed and put her over the arm of the couch, head down, ass in the air, legs spread. Her cheek rested on the couch, her wrists still bound behind her back. Gentle hands stroked her abused buttocks, fondling and squeezing.
"You look amazing, my beautiful slave," Mike said gruffly. "I love this pink ass of yours. I bet that I can get you to climax again."
Marcy moaned at the thought. She was exhausted, but Mike just heartlessly laughed.
Mike got on his knees behind her. He put his palms, one on each buttock, and spread her. Without a moment for her to think, he lowered his head. His tongue touched her, licking right up her cleft. Leaving a trail of burning sensuous fire, he buried himself in her heat.
"Oh, shit!" Marcy gasped. It was like receiving an electrical charge.
"That's 'oh shit, Master', to you," he growled and licked her again.
"Master!" she called out when he did it once more. Using his fingers he spread her folds, baring her most feminine flesh. And that tireless tongue of his kept working, working, working.
"Jesus I love how you taste. Sweet, sweet as can be, my beautiful slave. I could do this all day."
It was a promise. It was a threat. Marcy's clit was so sensitive. When his tongue touched it, she jumped. "Oh, God!"
"Who am I, slave?"
"Oh God, you're my Master," she corrected herself.
His quick dark chuckle only added to her pleasure.
Mike toyed with her, teasing and licking, sucking and biting. Pulling at her clit with a gentle tug. Taking it inside his mouth and suckling it gently.
Marcy gasped, astonished that she was close to climax once more. He rimmed the needy entrance to her pussy, fucking her with his tongue. Mike made her desperate. He was in no hurry. Just like before, he enjoyed driving her mad with pleasure. He knew when she was close and always pulled back.
"Oh, please, Master, please!"
"What do you want, slave?"
"Please, fuck me! I beg you, Master!"
"You want the King to pound his royal penis deep inside you, slave?"
Marcy almost choked on a breathless laugh. Mike cracked her up. What a goofball! A sexy hunk of dominant alpha male, but a goofball just the same.
"Yes, Master! Please, Master! Please fuck me with the royal penis! I really need you! If your slave heard you correctly, you said that you were going to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked me before."
Mike paused in his attentions. "You beg so nicely, my most favorite sex slave. I'm going to give you what you want."
Marcy heard him take off his jeans.
He positioned himself, notching his hard shaft against her entrance. Marcy shut her eyes with the incredible sensation of it. Mike grabbed her hips, and with one firm thrust, pushed himself deep into her swollen flesh.
Marcy called out with the joy of it.
She was completely powerless in the face of such pleasure.
"Fuck," Mike bit out in a strangled groan. He remained still then. Stayed right there, deep inside her. His hips pressed hard against her buttocks, his balls teasing her sensitive folds.
God she wanted him. Marcy squirmed and whimpered, while her body adjusted and her muscles relaxed. Her swollen flesh had tightened around him, capturing his cock.
Jesus she loved the sensation of accommodating him. Mike was so damn big and hard. The fact that he wasn't using a condom ratcheted up her arousal even further. Maybe they would make a baby?
Squeezing her hips, Mike gave her an extra nudge, making sure that he was as far in as possible. "Happy now, slave?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master!"
"You feel amazing." He lovingly caressed her buttocks. "Like heaven on earth."
Mike ran his hands up her back, momentarily holding the fingers of her bound wrists. He bent right over her body and moved his hands to her breasts. Fondling the softness of them, he traced every curve. His thumb and finger pulled on her nipples, elongating them, and tugging in an edgy bite of pain.
It made her call out, with pleasure, with pain, with need. He kissed her back, her spine; he nuzzled and nibbled her nape.
"I love you like this, slave," he said in a guttural, lust-filled voice. "Your hands bound, your legs spread, open and ready. My cock deep inside. Do you want your king to fuck you now, my most prized possession? Shall I pound into you hard and fast? Should I allow you to climax again?"
Hot and horny as she was, Marcy had to giggle. He was still playing the game. "Jesus, Mike, I mean Master, please!" she tried to impale herself, pushing in and out. He held her still by biting between her neck and shoulder.
Marcy closed her eyes and groaned. "Fuck me, Master. Fuck me and make me come!"
"You certainly are a horny, needy little slave, aren't you?"
"Yes, Master! Oh please!" she sobbed.
He laughed again, but then he started to fuck her, three short, half strokes, followed by one long deep stroke. Three short, one long.
Mike had done this before. It was guaranteed to drive her crazy with unsatisfied pleasure. Three short, one long and deep, again. Again. Again.
"Please, Master! Please!" her begging litany continued without pause. Marcy forgot what she was begging for.
His hands went to her braid and to her cuffed wrists, using them for leverage when he drove himself inside. Her scalp tingled with the pressure – it added to the incredible sensation of him using her.
Mike was grunting now, all primitive male, rutting like an animal. It was a delicious sound. Thrusting and pounding, he continued to pump inside her swollen sex. His hips bruised her ass, his balls smacked hard between her legs.
Marcy's legs trembled with the amount of pressure they were under. Her feet quivered unsteadily. Sexual tension had built to an almost painful strain. Like a cable pulled tight with force or weight, something was going to break.
She mindlessly keened with the pressure of it. Hot emotional tears trailed down her cheeks.
Mike's hand snaked down between her legs and, and rubbed her clit. "Come, slave. Come for me," he demanded.
In an unexpected bolt of lightning, Marcy screamed as she climaxed. Her body tightened and spasmed around his cock, and she bit the couch, unable to contain or comprehend such overwhelming ecstasy.
Mike hammered inside her, pumping all deep fast strokes now, swift and urgent. She heard him grunt with the effort of every internal thrust. Then he was climaxing, too, in a succession of electric jerks, convulsions and gasps.
Mike made a loud noise between a grunt and a groan and collapsed on top of her. She felt his rough chest hair against her cuffed hands, the damp sweat of his skin. His breath was ragged, tickling her n
eck. His chest heaving as he panted against her. His arms were banded around her, holding her tight, embracing her.
"You are going to kill me with sex, my sweet sex slave," Mike rasped raggedly. "But I'll die a happy man."
Marcy couldn’t reply, too stunned and breathless for words. She was finished. Her body was floppy and loose limbed, her mind gone.
Was this what an out of body experience felt like? Because in her current dream-like state, she felt as if she was floating, drifting away on a wave of pleasure.
Mike buried his face in the hollow of her neck. He kissed her and spoke to her in soft loving murmur. She couldn’t really hear his whispered words of endearment. It was like being off on some other plane or dimension.
It was someplace that only Mike could send her.
He unbound her cuffed wrists, picked her limp body up, and took her to their bed.
He gently lay her down, wiped her face and cleaned between her legs. Then he put on his rabbit skin gloves, and rolled her over on to her stomach. Marcy had experienced those gloves before. Her body hummed with the memory. Wonderful softness soothed her trembling body as Mike massaged and stroked, making her languid with boneless pleasure. All physical strain and tension melted away.
"Oh, you are so good to me, Mike," she moaned.
"I promised you that I'd take care of you," he murmured near her ear, as he kneaded and soothed the muscles of her neck and shoulders. His breath was sweet and warm upon her neck. "For me, taking care of you is one of life's great pleasures."
When he was done he cuddled her against him, folding her up onto his chest and into his heat. Mike was always so much warmer than she was. After a half hour of cuddling, he checked his watch.
"We have a couple of hours before I need to go pick up Katie."
"Right."
"Are you coming?"
"No, not again, Master! No more!" she quipped, her head still resting on his chest. "If I have another climax like that last one, I may not recover."
Mike chuckled. As they were skin to skin, the heady vibration of his laugh went right through her making her grin so broadly that her jaw ached. How could one person make her so happy?
Marcy raised her head from his chest to look at him.
The expression on Mike's beautiful, well-loved face was of complete contentment. Marcy's heart kicked when she saw it. It had been a long wait, to find the one she loved. Truthfully she hadn't even been looking. How lucky that Mike didn't give up on her - nagging persistent man that he was.
She recalled André quoting some famous French novelist to her.
"There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved."
While Marcy still hadn't yet been able to define love, she understood the overwhelming joy of it.
Marcy knew the love of her own mother, an amazing woman who would have gladly given her life for her. She felt love as a mother to Katie. And now she felt it as Mike's lover. This huge, world-encompassing, indescribable joy was most definitely love.
"Did you like your spanking?" he asked, searching her face.
"Oh yeah. It was delicious. You can do whatever you want with me."
"Can I now?" There was a flare of possessive heat in his dark eyes. They travelled across her body in a sensual caress. "And why is that?"
"Because I love you. I'm your slave forever and ever, Mike."
"Believe me when I tell you, Marcy," he said, giving her an affectionate kiss on the nose. "I'm your slave, too." He tucked a wayward lock of her thick hair behind her ear. His hand cupped her chin, his thumb running along her lower lip. His lips parted. Mike looked as if he planned to kiss her.
Marcy's eyes narrowed, her sudden impulse was irresistible. Studying Mike with a calculating air, she asked, "Really? You're my slave?"
"True story."
She sat up and pursed her lips, one hand resting on his chest, moving to his flat abdomen. His muscles tightened under her fingers, shuddering deliciously.
Mike lay with his head resting on his open palms, his arms behind his head. It made his bicep muscles bunch. Damn he smelled and looked so good. How did she get so lucky as to have this fantastic guy fall in love with her?
It still seemed incredible.
Smiling, she said, "Did I ever tell you about the videos André gave me to check out when I was trying to figure out how to have an orgasm?"
"No," he said, his brows drawn down in a considering frown.
"Well, there was one where there was this Mistress and her male sub. I thought it looked… interesting." Marcy couldn’t stop herself from giggling.
"Oh?" he asked.
Her gaze met his. "Do you trust me?"
Mike made a choked noise in the back of his throat, and his dark eyes widened with sudden understanding. "Yes, er… Mistress?"
Her giggle became a joyous laugh. Marcy jumped up and got out the cuffs and a blindfold, putting them on the bed beside him. Then she pulled out the riding crop. She traced the riding crop down his shoulder, along his chest, and lower – close to his balls.
"Want to know my fantasy?" she asked him with a wry half grin.
His swift, yet slightly nervous smile made her laugh. "Oh, yeah. I really, really do," he said.
Marcy jumped up on the bed and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "In my fantasy I am a rich and powerful Queen, and I have tons of slave men that I use for sex."
"Is that right?"
"Yep," she admitted while fastening leather cuffs onto Mike's wrists and ankles, and attaching them to the bedposts. "But," she said with an arched eyebrow and a naughty smirk, "you are my favorite sex slave."
Marcy looked down at him, cuffed, spread-eagle to the bed. His gorgeous cock was already erect. She gently put the blindfold on him, and then kissed him passionately.
"Do you know what to call me, slave?" she whispered against his ear.
"Yes, Mistress," Mike said in a low, husky voice.
"The cuffs are on the other foot now, aren't they?" she said with a dark chuckle.
Before he could reply, Marcy slid lower and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Mike drew in a quick breath of surprise, and pleasure. He was hot and hard in her hand, yet the silky softness of him was still a shock.
"Mistress, not being able to touch you is going to be pure torture," Mike growled. "But if it gives you pleasure to torment me, then I'm okay with that. I exist only to please my Mistress."
"You do please me," she said. Marcy kissed him once more, and began to stroke his glorious shaft. Mike's whole body tensed and he made a soft sound, a quiet moan. He was blindfolded, and cuffed. She had complete control of him, and his orgasms. Could anything be better?
Using one hand to caress his balls, she began to pump him with the other hand in a steady rhythm.
Marcy had never closely watched Mike's physical reactions to arousal. They were compelling. His pulse sped, his chest began to rise and fall in a ragged, rapid pace. He made small sounds that he was unable to control. She licked him, at just the tip of his cock, when he hadn't expected it.
The breath caught in his throat. It was such a sexy sound.
Yummy. The man was mouth-wateringly delicious. The power she had over him was heady stuff.
Mike's flat, muscular abdomen tensed. His balls were huge, and the head of his penis had thickened even further, the closer he came to climax. His hips shifted restlessly, his muscular thighs were taut.
Wet, aroused and ready herself, Marcy loved the sight of his heavy, thickly veined erection. It pulsed and jerked with growing need. His big cock was deep red, full of blood as it strained toward release.
Well. He wasn't going to get that anytime soon. "Are you going to beg for me, slave?" she asked in a low, soft voice.
"Every moment you make me wait, Mistress."
Lighthearted, joyous - full of mischief and fun, Marcy just laughed.
63. Wedding
Marcy was nervous. She looked in the mirror as she went over everything.
The wed
ding gown she had chosen was a Vera Wang - romantic, dramatic and glamorous. It was an A-line cream silk strapless gown, with an empire waist that displayed her generous breasts. A gently cascading skirt of tissue organza and light French tulle gave a soft and dreamy feel to the gown.
The Chapel length train was perfect. When she walked in her wedding dress, Marcy felt as if she was virtually floating. It would be beautiful on the dance floor.
"With the size of my knockers, you don’t think I look a little sleazy, do you?" Marcy worriedly asked Sue, her Maid of Honor.
"Good Lord, no," Sue assured her. "You look fantastic. Mike is going to swallow his tongue when he sees you!"
Marcy laughed, looking once more in the mirror – seeing herself from Mike's eyes. The dress was flattering, her hair hung down in a natural cascading wave that had taken the hairdresser ages to get just right. Her make-up was perfect, the lashes setting off her striking eyes and healthy complexion.
It was true, she decided with a happy smirk. Mike was going to swallow his tongue.
It had been an amazing week. Her ex, Trent had apparently run away, moving out of state to his mother's home in Florida. Mike's lawyer had all the news on him, and boy had it all been so juicy.
After pissing off the police with a DUI combined with his entitled arrogant asshole attitude, Trent had spent the weekend in jail. When he got out, his father-in-law discovered that Trent had been cheating on his daughter. As a result he beat the living crap out of him.
It seemed that Trent was going to need to spend a minor fortune in plastic surgery to get his good looks back.
The rumor was that Trent had left town, fearing for his life. A number of witnesses said that his father-in-law told Trent that next time he saw him he would kill him. Debra's dad also pulled the plug on Trent's business.
Short on cash, Trent had signed over all the papers on Katie, selling his daughter for the bargain price of $10,000. Legal work was underway. Katie Berger was going to officially be Katie Thompson before she started her new school.