Fiend
Cravings #2
Rachael Orman
Fiend
Copyright 2015 by Rachael Orman
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Acknowledgements
As always, I owe everything to my one and only sweetie.
Jacqui – You crazy Aussie.. I love you lady!
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fiend
noun ˈfēnd
: an evil spirit : a demon or devil
: a very evil or cruel person
: a person who is very enthusiastic about something
Chapter 1
Alix
Finally being able to see Master and knowing he was John, the man I'd lusted after for so long, made me so incredibly hot. I needed him in ways I had never needed another person.
Standing naked in front of him, clad only in a pair of dress slacks, made my pussy clench as my tongue darted out to wet my lips. The beauty of his hard muscles made me shiver in anticipation. While I'd been allowed to run my hands along his body before, it was different when I could see him and his reactions while doing it. From the hard bulge under my hand, it wasn't hard to tell he was just as aroused as I was.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as I finally released his straining cock from his pants. As soon as my hand wrapped around the swollen flesh, his fingers gripped my wrist.
"No, Precious." Two simple words. That was all it took for him to put me in my place and remind me he was the one in charge, even if I was dying to get my hands on him.
Lowering my head, I took on the submissive form I knew most men expected. While I wasn't experienced in the scene, I had done a lot of research since John had started revealing all the wonderful things I came to love and need from my Master.
"Look at me," he said in a deep, commanding voice that made my eyes snap up to his blue ones, which glowed in the dim lighting. "When it is just us, I want your eyes on me at all times. I don't want you looking down. I don't want to see the top of your head. I want to see every drop of pleasure you are experiencing as it flashes across your eyes."
"Yes, Master." I fought the urge to drop my head again. Being able to look into his eyes was something I'd have to get used to. The blindfold I'd once worn had trained me to keep my eyes closed or down when I was with him since I couldn't see anyway.
"Get on the bed," John instructed as he stepped out of his pants, which had pooled around his feet, and then his shoes and socks.
I stepped backwards until I encountered the bed and sat on the edge.
"Lie back on the center." Placing his hands on his hips, he waited for me to do as I was told before approaching slowly. "Beautiful. Absolutely stunning," he murmured, his eyes caressing my exposed body as he took in all of me.
Feeling my cheeks burn at the compliment, I forced a smile. No one had ever looked at me with the appreciation — the hunger — I saw in his eyes. I didn't know how to react to the man I’d wanted for so long peering at me with such desire. Normally, I was uncomfortable with my body, but his expression made it hard to remember why.
John moved to stand at the foot of the bed as he continued to devour me with his eyes. Reaching out, his large hands grabbed my ankles before roughly parting them. "Fuck." A low, deep growl filled the quiet space. Reaching to the side of the mattress, he pulled nylon restraints from one side, then the other, before carefully tying my ankles so I couldn't close my legs. "I hope you understand that by showing up here tonight — You. Are. Mine. There is no going back. I am going to claim every part of you. Every single inch of your body will know who it belongs to when we’re done."
Hearing his roughened voice as the heat of his breath rushed down my spread thighs, my breath caught and my hands dug into the bedding beneath me. I wanted to touch him, I wanted him to touch me. Instead, I would wait until my master deemed it the right time. It was the reason I had returned to him. I needed what he could give me. In more ways than one.
Running his hands up my legs, he stopped when he got to my inner thighs. All my nerves were focused on the points where his fingers momentarily dug into the sensitive skin. Moving to kneel between my spread thighs, his hands moved up to my hips, once again digging in as he gripped them hard. His eyes constantly drank in my body, making my insecurities flare up. Then his eyes lifted to mine and everything but him simply vanished.
"I want to do so much to you, but all I can think about is finally getting my dick inside you," John said, licking his lips.
"I'm yours, Master." I spoke softly and raised my arms above my head, showing him that even though my arms weren’t restrained, I wasn't going to stop him. He wouldn't hurt me, not in a way I wouldn't enjoy.
"You are so damn perfect." John slid his hands up my stomach, then between my breasts, until he could cup either side of my neck. Roughly, he pulled me into a sitting position as he lowered his head. Our lips joined in a rough kiss, teeth bumping before they spread and our tongues met. Pulling back, he continued to hold my neck as he looked directly into my eyes. "Tell me you are on the pill."
"I am," I whispered. As soon as the words were out of my lips, his cock was sliding through the moisture pooling between my thighs. Once lined up, he thrust deep in one hard push.
My head fell as far backwards as it could with his hands still holding me up as a shriek leapt unbidden from my throat. I pressed my hands into the bed to help support my weight. Looking down, I could watch as he plunged in and out of my body. His cock was beautiful, slicked and hard. The sight made my orgasm grow closer. "John. Master. Oh. My. God."
"Come, Precious. Come for me while you watch me fuck you." His voice was gravelly and his grip on my nape tightened as he continued the hard, fast rhythm.
Finally, my release eased and thankfully, he lowered me back onto the bed. I didn't think he could possibly get any deeper, but he shifted my hips, changing the angle he entered me at. I couldn't help but grunt with each plunge as he hit my cervix — he was going so deep. It hurt, but in a new, unexpected way and there wasn't a chance in hell I would tell him to stop. The rivulets of sweat running down his muscular chest, along with his muscles rippling and flexing with each movement, showed how hard he was working. It made my mouth water to get a taste of him, his sweat.
Surprisingly, he kept at it for longer than I thought he would be able to and my body started to stir to life again. Gripping the sheets in my fists, I arched my back, helping him get deeper.
I pushed off the bed so I could rise up onto my elbows, then sank a hand into his hair. Pulling his mouth to mine, I dropped back to the bed, making him follow me down. It was amazing having John's body pressed so firmly to mine as he continued to thrust, slowing due to the new position. Releasing his mouth, but not his hair, I looked into his eyes. "You feel so good, Master."
“Shit." John clenched his jaw as his entire body hardened. A few grunts and erratic thrusts let me know he’d finally found his own release. Each thigh flopped to either side as his weight pressed into me.
“You make me lose control," he murmured softly into my ear.
"Good." I smiled as my hand drifted lazily down his sweat-covered back. “I was beginning to think you could go all night.”
"Oh, Precious, we aren't done. I just need a breather." He pulled back and smiled down at me before slowly stepping back. Dropping to his knees between my thighs, his fingers plunged unexpectedly into me.
Rising onto my hands, I looked down at him in confusion. Surely he didn’t expect to start back up so soon.
"I'm making sure my seed doesn't escape. I told you, you are mine, and I want a part of me inside you as long as possible. Don't move," He demanded, back in full Dom mode. Stepping away from the bed, he grabbed something from the small dresser before returning. A large, cold object pressed against my opening. "You will wear this until the next time I fill you."
The object slid into my body and then John fiddled with straps of some sort. When I realized what he was doing, I tried to pull back. "What are you doing? I can't wear this."
"What was that, Precious?" John cocked his head, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Wh...What is it?" I tried a different approach.
"It's a dildo... and a harness that'll lock it in place," John said as if it were normal. I felt like it was anything but.
"But..." I blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend what he was saying.
"Don't worry, Alix. I plan on fucking you again very soon, so you won't have to wear it for long. This time." John rubbed a thumb over my cheek before giving me a tender kiss. "I can't help it. I have to claim you."
Fighting my need to please him and the uncomfortable feeling of having an object that was going to be staying in my body, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I trusted John. He was my Dom. Finally, I swallowed hard before nodding and opening my eyes to look at him. “Whatever you’d like, Master.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” John’s hand sank into my hair as he pulled me to him for a heated kiss. Sliding his tongue along mine, he groaned into my mouth. “I love having you without the blindfold.”
“I love not having the blindfold.” I smiled. While I’d been shocked the man I’d been calling my master was also the man I frequently masturbated to, it was almost a dream. I wanted him. He wanted me. That’s what was important. The fact we both apparently had the same kinks made everything so much better. We clicked in ways you couldn’t fabricate. They were simply there or they weren’t.
“Now, Precious, I think we have a punishment to take care of, yes?” John reached to either side to release my ankles from the restraints.
“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t know what you are referring to.” And I didn’t. The last day had been a blur more than anything since I unexpectedly discovered his identity.
“Let’s see.” Holding out a hand, he helped me to my feet before spinning me around and pressing against my back. “It was in your office.” A cool band enclosed my throat. The collar. “And you were being naughty. Does that help clear things up?”
I ducked my head — it did clear things up. He had caught me masturbating when I'd been explicitly told not to. He’d told me that he had a special punishment in mind for when I gave in to my addiction. I didn’t want to find out what it was, but I had indeed touched myself. It had been more out of a desire to upset him than the need for release it had once been. I doubted it would matter to him, though.
“Come,” John said as I felt the telltale tug from the front of my throat. The leash.
Clenching my jaw, I turned to follow him. To my surprise, he had pulled on a pair of black boxers, but left me completely nude. He led me out of the room without another word.
Although we had been into the big room where lots of couples played at once, it was completely different heading that way without a blindfold and with a dildo keeping his come inside me. My palms grew more damp with each step.
With only a few feet left in the hallway, John turned to me. He tugged my leash at the same time he stepped closer, making me bump against his bare chest.
“Breathe,” he whispered as a hand cupped my cheek. “There is no judging here. It is a community of like-minded individuals. No one will touch you except me. You ready?”
“Yes, sir.” I didn’t know if I really was, but I was going to do it because he would be the one leading me.
After dragging his thumb across my lower lip, he turned to enter the room.
Chapter 2
John
Finally getting inside Alix had been as fantastic as I’d dreamed about, but the absolute best part had been filling her with my release and then plugging her up. It was me that was in her. My come that filled the most intimate part of her, and it stayed there. I told her I would fuck her again, but I didn’t specify where.
I wanted to show her what her punishment was going to be. It wouldn’t be right away, but I would make her endure it when she was least expecting it. She would, however, get to watch as another experienced it so she could anticipate what it would be like. Anticipation always made it that much more fun for everyone involved.
Slightly tugging on the leash, I led her into the main room of Scene, the BDSM club where I kept the private room we had been in. I knew she was anxious, as it was the first time she would be there with me and without a blindfold, but she had seen it the first time she’d come with her friend. She would not be the only nude person in the room — part of the joy of being in an environment of like-minded people. It wasn’t unusual, it wasn’t weird or awkward. It was simply another person who enjoyed kink.
Without stopping or acknowledging anyone along the way, I walked straight to the back. It was a room that had been shut off during her first visit, so I paused and turned to look at her. While I wanted to shock her, I didn’t want it to be overwhelming. Her punishment had to be something she feared and didn’t want to ever suffer again, as it would be the only thing that would help her not give into her addiction again.
I knew she had most likely been attempting to get my attention, and she had certainly done that, but not in a good way. I’d given her rules for a reason and no matter her rationale for breaking them, a punishment would be given.
Cradling her cheek, I lowered my chin so I was looking directly into her eyes. "Watch closely, Precious. This is what your punishment will be. Not now. No, I want you to think about how she feels, wonder when I will make you get up there. Will it be later tonight? Will it be next week? Is it only going to be for ten minutes or an hour?" I stepped closer, putting my mouth to her ear. "What's it going to feel like being forced to have orgasm after orgasm and being absolutely helpless to stop it? Maybe I'll invite a crowd in to watch. Or will it be just you and me? Think about it, because it is going to happen. You owe it to me."
"Yes, sir." Alix lifted her chin showing me she wasn't going to back down, but would accept her punishment even though she wasn't entirely sure what it was.
"Good girl." I patted her bare ass before stepping back to lead her to the far side of the room. "Kneel facing the center of the room. Watch everything that goes on there."
Without a word, she settled onto her knees, legs spread wide, palms down. It didn't take long before more spectators filed in, along with a shirtless man with his nude submissive. She had a leather mask over her face with holes for her to breathe through and a fuzzy tail swaying behind her with each step she took.
The sub was helped onto a bench before having her ankles and wrists bound
so she was spread-eagled. Her Dom wheeled over the contraption I had brought Alix to see. An automatic vibrator. It was a machine that would thrust and withdraw at any speed it was set to while another part was lowered onto the clit if it was a female submissive to ensure endless stimulation.
Imagining Alix on the bench coming over and over had my cock elongating with excitement. She was absolutely the sexiest woman I'd ever laid eyes on, especially when she shared such new experiences with me. She'd abused her own body with pleasure, but she'd been a good girl for me, obeying all the rules I set upon her. It made her punishment for the single time she'd truly disobeyed me so much more impactful, to ensure she didn't get into the habit of doing it. While I enjoyed the power exchange we had, I didn't like punishing her. I didn't get off on making her hurt like that. It was so much better when she enjoyed what I was giving her as much as I was.
A soft whimper made me look at Alix. She was gnawing at her bottom lip, eyes focused on the scene taking place. I'd seen it numerous times and was excited more by the thought of hearing Alix come than anything else.
"What's wrong, Precious?" I asked.
Slowly she broke her line of sight and looked up at me. "Nothing, sir. Just watching as you instructed me to."
"Does it excite you? Is that why you’re trembling?" From the way she was having a hard time keeping her legs spread, I could tell she was wet and needy.
"Yes, sir," she said after a moment.
"You can't wait to get your punishment?"
"No, sir. Not exactly."
"Then explain." I twisted the chain attached to her collar.
"It's the sounds she is making, sir." Alix sucked her bottom lip into her mouth again.
"Ah. See, I get hard imagining it is you up there making those noises." I dragged my tongue over my lower lip. Seeing how turned on she was, I didn’t want to wait. "I want you to suck me off. Right here."