Sugar

Part Seven - Master

Warning: this is a steamy/erotic romance that contains descriptions of sexual activity.

"Well, fuck... look at this sweet thing... the pig tails and high heels are a nice touch," a new man laughed.

Brit paused, not wanting to move her hands, but, wanting to remove her blindfold to see the new person.

"Nah, leave it on... it's hot," the man said, as if sensing her thoughts.

"May I?" He said... she felt the ever so slight touch of hands at the waistline of her panties and for the first time today felt self-conscious... as if that, of everything that had been removed, might reveal more about her than she cared to reveal...

"What the hell..." Brit muttered, biting her lip as she withdrew her hand. She lifted her ass off of the seat and the man slipped them off.

"Can I... taste you?" The man said, his voice lowered.

Brit remembered "tasting" Tom and the pleasure it brought him. She wondered if... then breathed in sharply as the heat of the man's breath teased her. His hands rested on her legs, gently holding them.

"F-fuck..." Brit whimpered.

"I'll take that as a yes..." the man growled as he plunged his mouth into her, his tongue lapping at her folds, running the length of her, circled her clit.

"Ah!" Brit arched her back, bucking against him, "Fuck!"

"Here, get up on the chair," the man ordered, gently, but firmly moving her into position. She was turned around, resting on her arms on the back of the chair, her knees on the seat... her .... everything... in the air exposed for anyone who might come into the room. But, the blindfold made everything seem more... intimate... isolated... secure.

The man's hands ran over her shoulders, then down her back to her waist. He paused, uttering one word, "beautiful," then she felt his hands move over her ass and down her thighs.

"Oh!" Brit exlaimed as his mouth reclaimed its ravaging. He worked her hard, massaging her with the soft firmness of his lips, his tongue.

Brit shook under the relentless teasing. The movements against her, playing in her folds, teasing her clit were almost too much to bear. Her breath was coming hard and fast and her hips pressed into him, begging for more.

"Oh, baby," the man moaned. Brit convulsed against him, her body aching for the hardness pressing against her.

That voice... was she imagining it, hoping it was? God, she couldn't think straight.

"Tom," she whispered. The movement stopped and the blindfold was pulled down. "Brit?" Tom stared into her eyes through the mirror. He seemed shocked, then... hurt? He straightened up, the movement of his cock against her clit as he stood made her arch her back and cry out, "Ah! Fuck!"

"Is this what you want, Brit?" Tom growled. He seemed angry. Brit was confused... did they have a "thing?" She had day dreamed, but...

"I.... I..." Brit moaned as he pulsed against her.

"It always comes down to money," Tom muttered, slapping her ass hard. Brit sucked in at the sting, then sighed as the vibrations spread across her skin. "Am I just another John?"

"No... no... I'm not a...."

"What, a whore?"

Brit shot him an angry look, then moaned against him as he slid over her clit.

"Fine... not a whore..." Tom laughed as he tossed two more bank cards onto the table next to the mirror.

"How about... Master?" Tom asked.

Tom slid back and positioned himself at her entrance. Brit only half heard him, wiggled against him, searching for his hardness, wanting more. She pushed against him, "Oh, Tom...." and then cried, "No!" as Tom pulled out.

"Not Tom... Master," Tom said quietly. Brit looked up at him in the mirror.

"Master?"

Tom teased her with his cock.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Brit moaned.

"Tell me you want this."

Brit paused.

"I... I... I want this."

It seemed like she was hearing another girl answer for her... as if it weren't her voice saying these things.

"Tell me you want my cock inside you."

"I... I want your cock inside me."

Slap!

"Master."

"Master."

Tom backed away.

"No! No! Please! I want your cock inside me, Master!"

Tom grabbed her hips and slammed into her, claiming her for his own. It was rough and hard. An entire day of teasing, of opening doors Brit never knew could be opened for her culminated in this moment. She pushed against him, claiming every inch of his cock as hers as surely as he was making her body his own. Each thrust, over and over, deeper and deeper, seemed to move through her, filling her entire body.

Brit shuddered, her body beginning to convulse around Tom's thrusts.

"No. You don't cum until I allow it, yes?"

"Yes."

Tom stopped. Brit panted anxiously, what happened? Why did he stop?

"Yes... what?"

"M-master? Yes, Master!" Brit practically shed real tears, needing him.

Tom picked her up and sat her on top of him as he slid into the chair.

"Fuck me," Tom ordered.

Brit looked at him. His eyes were that of someone new... her master. But, deep down, she seemed to see the eyes of Tom... sadder, somehow. Brit shut that thought out of her mind. She could like this person, too... Master... Brit positioned herself over his cock.

"Yes, Master," and slid down, letting him fill her slowly, relishing every moment before the eyes of Tom were taken over completely by the eyes of her Master.

It seemed like ages, torture as Brit hovered on the edge of a climax, not allowed to cum. When Tom finally did shout, "Cum, Now!" Brit collapsed in exhaustion, her body shuddering endlessly against him.

The End.

The events of "Summer Vacation," my longer book on Wattpad, follow this story... about a year after these events. I have included an Epilogue here as a part of "Sugar" that revisits Brit 12 years later and wraps her story up. But, you may want to read Summer Vacation first and come back to it (there are spoilers if you skip to this story's epilogue).

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