Chapter 5 Branded

April

I could feel the hard, cool wood under my burning flesh. There were goose bumps over my skin as he continued to watch me, sipping his whiskey. Resting my palms on the wood, I straightened my shoulders, my heavy breasts thrusting forward.

"Did I give you permission to get it done?' he asked softly, moving closer so that I could feel his hot breath on my erect nipples. His gaze dropped to them and he casually took one between his fingers, rolling the nub, almost as though he was toying with me. His whiskey breath surrounded me and I made a small sound of want.

This man could reduce me to a helpless mass of want.

By now, I was aware of the heady smell of my arousal. He glanced down to where I was holding my thighs glued together, a tightening of his lips the only sign that he was aware of my distress.

Then suddenly, he leaned down and with his hard lips, he tugged at the piercing. His tongue snaked out and he licked my belly button.

I moaned and gripped his head, my hips moving forward.

It was so erotic.

I felt the wetness gush as he tugged again, this time with his teeth, with a growl. A hand moved to my nipple and twisted it, rolling it between his fingers.

I moaned again, holding his head in my small hands, helpless and totally at his mercy.

"Gaston...' I whimpered.

He smiled, a cold , hard smile ; the smile of a hunter who sees a helpless prey.

"I can smell your arousal, woman.' he grunted. 'But you need to be taught a lesson. No one touches you except I, is that clear?'

I nodded breathlessly, unable to take my eyes off his hard, granite like face, my insides churning as I yearned for him to take me. His touch, dispassionate and impersonal on my heated body was sending me into flames.

"Please, Gaston...' I said, my eyes on his face, panting.

"Ah, woman.' he drawled, running his thick finger over my lips, then parting my lips, thrusting a digit into my mouth, a hand sinking into my hair, tipping my head back.

I sucked his finger tentatively, my eyes riveted on his face. His face was like a mask, a glacial mask as he held his passion in check. But his flared nostrils alerted me to the fact that he was as aroused as me.

"My little b*tch is in heat again, eh?' he rasped, watching me. I knew that if I glanced down, his enormous hard-on would have me begging for him to take me.

He moved his fingers, down my body and forced my thighs apart, to feel my wetness, sinking the fingers in, as though testing me. He slapped my inner thighs lightly, not enough to hurt me but hard enough to make me give a cry of want; I gulped and arched forward, aware, shamefully, that my thighs were wet and glistening, proof of my want for him.

Dipping his head, he licked and then sucked my wet lips, makign me clench the muscles of my womb at the sheer erotic feel of his rough tongue against my sensitive skin.

Wordlessly, I raised my hips lightly in supplication, my eyes on his hard face as he looked at me, breathing heavily.

"Please,' I begged, desperate for him to take me. I was now reduced to a trembling mass of need, unaware of anything but the desire to have his length inside me....

But my cruel lover shook his head, his lips twisting wryly.

'Ah, no, my little slave. 'he growled, 'You need to take your punishment first.'

He stood up, his tented trousers prominent and I made a soft sound, a sigh.

"Turn around,' he ordered and I was roughly bent over the desk in a moment, my a*se cheeks up in the air for him to examine the artwork.

He ran his rough hand over it and I shut my eyes and made a soft sound, of longing, of want.

Then he brought his hand down on my soft, round a*se cheeks, his hard palm inflaming my desires as I cried out. It was pain and pleasure all rolled in one.

Gripping my hair, he bit my shoulder, leaning over me and said, softly,

'Never again, yes?'

I panted shaking my head, the wetness seeping out, only wanting him to take me.

But with a painful twist of my erect nipple, he sighed and said,

"Not yet, little slave,' he murmured cruelly. "You need to wait for your turn.'

He pushed his erection against me and I could feel him through the fine material of his trousers.

"On your knees, woman.' he ordered harshly and I slid to my feet, dropping to my knees on the floor before him.

I knew what he wanted me to do.

With trembling fingers, I took out the long, thick member of my lover, my mate and I gasped as I saw the pre-cum glistening on his mushroom head, the heavily veined, throbbing shaft making me moan in anticipation. Tenderly, lovingly, I massaged the heavy balls and he grunted in approval.

'Now get on with it.' he said in a gruff voice and I knew he was at the end of this tether.

Worshipfully, I took him in my mouth, loving the taste of him, salty and so thick, as I kissed and licked and sucked him. Gaston had taught me over the years, how best to take his manhood in my mouth and applying my own artfulness and egged on by my desire to please him, he once told me that he had never known the kind of satisfaction that I had given him when I sucked him.

He groaned and then, gripping my head, he took charge again, ravishing my mouth. It was obvious that he was fully aroused and was going to come quickly. Holding my head in place with a firm hand, he made sure that his c*ck was almost down my throat. Tears ran down my face and I had to take care to breathe but I was bent on pleasuring my lover.

With a string of coarse oaths, he jerked and was shooting his cum down my throat as I swallowed it, obediently.

When he came, I gagged but continued to take him, as he held my head in position, ramming his member...

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Later, he tugged me to my feet and I sagged against him, naked, trembling as he pulled me onto his lap.

I was on fire for him by now and he knew how he was torturing me by denying me the pleasure, the release.

His hand moved to my wetness and I opened my legs to his commanding, probing fingers.

He grunted in appreciation .

"Dripping wet, my little horny cu*t.'

And then, stroking me, his finger tracing circles around the sensitive skin, he rumbled,

"My little slave. Do you want to come?' and a hand slipped inside parting the slick dripping wet folds of my sex skillfully, searching, teasing me.

I nodded mindlessly and he jerked my chin up with harsh fingers.

"Ask. Beg.' he ordered ruthlessly and I sighed, biting my lip, knowing that he was getting aroused as I wriggled invitingly on his lap.

" Master. Please. Please can I come?' I dimpled softly and his eyes blazed.

Swearing in a vulgar way, he swiftly positioned me so that I sat astride him, legs on either side of him. My heavy breasts were almost in his face and I felt my face turn hot as he met my eyes. With a thick finger, he flicked my sensitive clit and I shuddered, the sensation made me tremble with longing. I knew I would come in a minute.

Gaston's hot eyes, darkened with passion, blazed as he studied the piercing and I knew he was hardening again. Raising a heavy breast in one of his calloused hands, he took a nipple between his teeth and bit lightly. His eyes never leaving my flushed face, he spoke in a low growl.

'Woman, so you know you belong to me, only me?' he spoke hoarsely and I nodded fervently, aching to come but knowing that he had to take the first step. I had placed my hands on his shoulders as I knew that I wanted to hold him when I came, wanted to wrap my arms around him as I trembled in orgasmic pleasure.

His eyes shifted to my plump, moist lips and he inclined his head, just so.

I moved to kiss him and he captured my mouth, his tongue probing me as I moved blindly, his fingers teasing me.

"Please,' I whispered quivering with need and then I moved as he slid his thick fingers in and out of me, his mouth on mine. Helpless, I came, a mass of nerves and wetness as he carried me to the heights, his fingers playing with my clit, two fingers hooked in my wet core, teasing me. I threw my head back and sobbed as his mouth latched onto a taut, sore nipple and I screamed his name as I felt myself shatter into a thousand pieces of myself.

With a coarse expletive, sounding like a man who had reached his limit, he raised me slightly and shifted, positioning his ramrod stiff member between my dripping thighs and my lover rammed into me fiercely. The muscles of my womb clenched around his manhood immediately, sucking him, milking him, and I moaned at the suddenness, the force of his thrusts as he rode me mercilessly.

Thank goodness I was on the pill now, I thought wildly as he pounded me relentlessly and I cried as I came again. And again.

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