Part Two: The Taking of M..

If I were asked, and told to be completely honest, I would freely admit that I was not a fan of D.  I knew him well from the club, had seen (and personally experienced) his discipline  methods, and had been loaned out to him on one or two occasions before S decided it was a waste of my time and training.  He was boorish and crass, lacking not only in gentility but also in the 'sexual prowess' area.  I felt almost sorry for M, but it was not my place to judge such things, and perhaps she saw something in him I couldn't.

Knowing what I did about D, however, I decided to use one of my most valuable tools in the (hopefully) inevitable breaking of M.

I started M's morning off with a long soak in the tub while I sat cross-legged on the rug nearby, reading the most recent book to catch S's fancy.  When she'd finished, I brought her to the playroom where S was waiting, one leg slung casually over the arm of his chair, dress shirt unbuttoned. 

I haven't said much about S yet; that's definitely a story for another day.  But I will quote a portion of that story, to help along with this one.. the following snippet is from my first meeting with him:

"Tall, on the muscular side of thin, S was in his mid-thirties with short black hair and angular, aquiline features.  He was not conventionally handsome- he might turn a head or two when walking down the street- but his magnetism was undeniable.  His deep blue silk shirt was tucked into leather pants that were leaving little to my imagination, but it was his hands that drew my attention; long, slender fingers with manicured nails, a musician or artist's hands, and I surprised myself by suddenly wondering what it would be like to be at the mercy of them."

I will say this for him as well: as with most tall, thin men (in my experience), he had a really, really, really incredible cock, something D most definitely did not.  And, as I'd anticipated, it was already straining a bit at the confines of his jeans as we entered the room.  I quickly cuffed M and, stretching her arms over her head,  clipped her wrists to the rope that hung from the ceiling, making sure she had a good view of S.. and the low table that held an array of toys.  The position did quite interesting things to her body, and I felt the first stirrings of my own arousal as I moved her about to my liking.  Finally I picked up my favorite toy- the sleek, heavy cat o'nine tails- and one other item that I tucked into my palm before she could see it, then stood behind her, my lips at her ear.

I want you to take a good look at my Master.  Do you like what you see?

A pause, then the expected (hoped for) answer.  Yes, Miss.

You find him attractive, don't you?

Yes, Miss.

A slow, seductive grin crossed S's face, and he shifted his weight in the chair, letting his shirt fall open a bit more.  M's breathing hitched, just a little- I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't been standing so close to her.

Keep your eyes on him- don't look away.  Tell him what you'd do if you were his pet.

I felt the shudder run through her, again too subtle to notice if I hadn't almost been brushing her skin with my body, and when she didn't answer quickly enough I gave her a sharp smack on the thigh with the cat.  Stepping to her side so she could see me in her pereferal vision, I tapped the flog on my hand.

Let's try that again.  Tell him what you'd do if you were his pet.

I.. would do whatever he asked of me.

I almost managed to keep from rolling my eyes in response.

Do you think I want the safe answer?

No, Miss.

Then one more time, please.

She was torn, I could tell- exactly my intention.  She was a woman, after all, in the presence of an attractive man.. she definitely knew what she'd like to do to him.  But she was also a sub, and with that came a hesitancy to express a desire for someone other than her master.  She swallowed, hard, and her voice shook, but she kept her eyes on S as she answered.

I would.. I would like to play with his cock.  Run my tongue over it, take it in my mouth, suck on it while he tangled his hands in my hair. 

Once she started, it became easier..

I'd like him to fuck me.  I'd want him to hold me down, use his teeth and tongue on my breasts, ram his cock into me until I begged him to let me come.

I could see S's chest rise and fall with his increased breathing, and as he reached for the button on his jeans, letting his fingers trace the outline of his cock, his eyes positively shone with desire.  M groaned in response- hell, *I* almost did too- and licked her lips.

Would you like to see his cock?

There was no hesitancy.  Yes, Miss.

Would you like to see him play with himself?  Stroke his cock for you?

A whimper preceded her very quiet Yes, Miss.  Please.

I caught S's eye and nodded, then turned back to M.  I wanted to see the look in her eyes when she saw his cock for the first time.. it would tell me if I was headed in the right direction.

If there was one thing S knew how to do, it was put on a show.  He took his time, but I could tell the moment he pulled out his cock and ran his hand over it.  There was no hiding her wide-eyed, lust-filled reaction- I imagine I often looked much the same.  I wasn't going to have to remind her to keep her eyes on him.

Nice, isn't it?

Oh, yes, Miss.

Can't you just imagine how it would feel in your mouth?  Your pussy?

Yes, Miss.

I reached up and ran a finger over her collarbone.  She flinched almost half-heartedly, though it still earned her a smack with the flog, on her ass this time, knocking her forward a bit.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see S continuing his little show, stroking his cock with one hand and playing with his nipples with the other; I didn't have to look more closely to know he had his eyes trained directly on hers.  The low groan of pleasure that came from his direction was answered with a high-pitched whimper from M, and I knew I had her.

Okay, more accurately, S had her- but I would take whatever advantage I could get.

She either didn't notice or didn't care when I ran the tips of my fingers over her rock-hard nipples, but she *did* notice when I closed the fingers of one hand over the soft flesh of her breast.  Her eyes darted toward me (though, tellingly, she didn't pull away) and she inhaled deeply- enough that when the flog made contact with her hip, the yelp of surprise and pain had a decent amount of push behind it.

I told you not to take your eyes off him.

It took her a moment to compose herself, but she returned her gaze back to S as I slipped behind her and tucked the flog back into my belt.  This time as my hands closed over both her breasts, her whimper of dissent (covered a bit by my own moan of contentment) was accompanied by a feeble attempt to pull away.. especially when I fastened the nipple clamps, previously hidden in one palm, to her tightly furled buds and gave the connecting chain a practice tug.

Shh.  Relax.  Watch him.

She didn't relax, exactly, but she did watch S, as his hand spread precum from the weeping tip of his cock to the base, making it glisten.  I leaned against her, the first real full-body contact (though I was still clothed), and continued to play with her full, heavy breasts.. kneading the flesh, rubbing the tips of her nipples that poked from the clamps.  Her breathing had picked back up, and she unintentionally pushed her breasts further into my hands on each inhalation.

This time when I ran my tongue up the side of her neck, she moved *into* the contact, and as I nipped at her ear I smiled, squeezing her breasts a bit harder, making her whimper.

There's a good girl.  Such a lovely girl. 

One of my hands drifted lower, over her ribs, then her abdomen, barely stroking the soft, short hair covering her mound.  My other hand never stopped its assault on her breast, nor my tongue its playful dance on her neck.  She shook uncontrollably, but made no attempt to pull away from me.  I raised my voice slightly to compensate for the rather wet noises coming from the other side of the room.

S?

Mmm.

Would you come here a moment, please?

He rose from the chair with far more grace than should be allowed one man, and stalked across the room toward us, his hand never stopping its lazy movement on his cock.  He stopped directly in front of M, his dark eyes holding her captive as much as the rope was.  I slid two fingers between her legs, through her soaking wet folds and into her pussy, making her gasp and arch up onto her tiptoes.  Pulling my hand out, I held the fingers out to S, who tilted his head- his eyes never leaving her- and took them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and licking them clean of her juices.  Leaning toward her, his lips millimeters from brushing hers, he dropped his voice into a low growl.

Delicious.

She made the most wonderful noise; I nearly came on the spot.  S's reputation was what it was for a reason.

With a little effort, I regained composure and sent S back to his chair, then moved my hand back down to her pussy, again running my fingers through the soft hair.  She still trembled, but her hips rocked toward my hand, trying to shift contact to where she needed it.

What's the matter, little one?

I saw the first tear slip from the corner of her eye, but pressed on.

Tell me.  What is it?

Please, Miss.  I.. I need..

My fingers slid imperceptibly closer to her clit, my other arm holding her tight against me, and she whimpered, her eyes closing, tears falling faster.. but I wasn't going to punish her for that.

Spread your legs for me.

She did, immediately, and I let my fingers trace her outer lips, staying clear of what she really wanted.  S watched intently, silently, well aware of how close M was to breaking, no doubt thinking back to my own moment of submission all those months ago.

Tell me what you need.

When the words finally came, it was in a torrent, amid genuinely anguished sobs.

Please.. make me come.  Use your fingers on me.. fuck my pussy with them.. I need you to make me come, Miss.  I.. I.. want you to.  I want to feel your mouth and hands on my body.. please..

Pressing my lips against her neck, I did as she asked, slipping two fingers deep into her pussy while my thumb rubbed her clit.  She cried out, bucking against my hand, her pussy contracting around my fingers, so close..

Whenever you're ready, little one. 

She came hard, screaming, her entire body taut, and had the rope and my arm not been holding her up she likely would have crumpled to the ground.  I was going to have a tough time giving her back to D at the end of the week.  She was *delightful*.

Her spasms had barely begun to diminish when I reached up to release her from the cuffs, easing her to the floor and rubbing her shoulders and wrists.  She was still crying, and tried to curl into a ball once she was laying down, but I stopped her, spreading her out beside me instead.  In one quick motion I pulled off the nipple clamps and replaced them with my mouth, easing the sting with my tongue.  M's hands threaded into my hair and she held me to her, moaning as I suckled on each breast.  I ran my fingers back through her pussy; she was dripping wet and I easily got three fingers into her, feeling her hands tighten in my hair in response.

It was time for her ultimate test.  I raised my head and brushed my lips over hers.

She passed beautifully, returning my kiss with intense fervor, biting my lip before pushing her tongue into my mouth, tugging on my clothes in an attempt to move me on top of her.  I finally had to break the kiss, laughing at her sudden change of heart.

Easy, little one.  You'll get what you need.

Pillowing her head on my arm, holding her hand in mine, I instructed her to put her other arm behind my back so she wouldn't be tempted to guide me.  I ran my lips over her cheeks, brushing away her tears, before sliding down over her neck, nipping at her collarbone.  My fingers hadn't stopped their steady movement on her pussy, and it wasn't long before I coaxed her into another orgasm, her mewls of pleasure echoing in my ear as her body writhed against me.

I kept my hand between her legs as I moved on top of her, spreading her legs enough to accommodate me, letting go of her hands.  Her heart was beating rapidly, her breath coming in gasps, and she didn't seem to know exactly where she wanted to put her hands.  I kissed her, hard, then knotted my free hand in her hair, arching her neck as much as our position would allow, my own pussy contracting at her whimper.

You've gotten what you asked for; you've had your orgasm, and I've fucked you with my fingers.  Did you enjoy it?

She licked her lips.  Yes, Miss.

I thrust my fingers a little harder, a little deeper, into her.  I don't think I quite heard you.  Did you like it?

Louder this time.  Yes, Miss.

Say it.

I liked it, Miss.

I snarled, baring my teeth and pulling her head back further.  You can do better than that.

I liked having you fuck me with your fingers, Miss.  I liked coming for you.  I'd.. I'd like you to make me come again, if that would please you.  I.. I'm very close, Miss.. please.

I am not so selfless as to say what happened next was because I'd taken any measure of pity on her.  Rather, I did it for my own pleasure- hers was incidental.  Easing back onto my knees, I spread her legs impossibly further apart and buried my face between them.

Bliss.

Her hips snapped up toward me as her fingers tangled in my hair, pressing me tightly against her, grinding herself into my mouth.  I lapped eagerly at the steady flow of juices, thrusting my tongue inside her to get as much of the slick, sweet nectar as possible.  S was right.. she was delicious, and as my tongue worked through her folds then circled over her clit, I groaned in pleasure.  I rolled her hips back slightly, enough to gain access to the tight little entrance of her ass, and her emphatically positive response as my tongue prodded at it was filed away in my mind for future reference.

Her third and fourth orgasms were even more intense than the previous two, and my face and shirt were soaked by the time I relaxed my hold on her thighs and stretched back out beside her.  I cupped her cheek with my palm, and she nuzzled into it, the panicked, desperate, need-filled look gone from her eyes.

Thank you, Miss.

I smiled and kissed her forehead.  Rest for a minute- I have something that needs to be taken care of.

She nodded, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly, and I turned my attention to my own Master.

 

to be continued..