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  Gifted

  by

  Megan Slayer

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  Gifted © 2013 Megan Slayer

  Editor: Katriena Knights

  Cover Art: Marteeka Karland

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  Contents

  1. 6

  2. 9

  3. 11

  4. 16

  5. 20

  6. 23

  1

  “You’ve been a good sub for me, Pet.” Master G folded his arms. “Very good.”

  Nadia fought the urge to squirm under his appraisal. His dark eyes didn’t shine the way they did when they played any other time. No, something had changed between them. His words sounded happy, but his expression revealed nothing. She bit down hard on the o-ring gag and returned her gaze to the floor.

  “Hands.” Master G waved his fingers. “Now.”

  She did as told, offering her wrists to him. Master G tugged her arms over her head and secured the cuffs to the hook above her head. She stretched to balance on her toes.

  Instead of his normal routine of touching her breasts or pussy, he withdrew a thick red ribbon from his pocket. They’d never discussed ribbon play, not that she minded. She enjoyed having her breasts bound. Hell, she liked being bound and left to anticipate when he’d return.

  Master G wrapped the thick ribbon around her breasts in a figure-eight form, then tied the loose ends in the middle. He stepped back, folded his arms and nodded.

  “Pet, I don’t know how else to say this, so I’ll be blunt. I’m gifting you to someone else. I’ve enjoyed our playtime, but you need more than I can offer.”

  Her mind reeled. She needed more? What the fuck? When they played, per the agreement, she got what she wanted—stress relief and orgasms. He got what he wanted—a willing, quiet submissive. How was this not working for him? The asshole. She gritted her teeth on the o-ring gag. And who the hell was he to gift her to someone else?

  “Pet, you’ve done well, but I think Master S will suit you better.” He nodded to her once, then folded his hands behind his back and strolled out of the playroom.

  Frustration and embarrassment spiraled through her veins. The rat bastard had the nerve to walk away from her, fine, but then he left her bound for the next guy? Jesus.

  2

  She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, balancing on her toes in those boots. Master G loved her in the ballet-style pointed boots. She didn’t care. They looked hot on her feet and the feel of the leather surrounding her legs past her knees added to her pleasure. She closed her eyes and listened for the next person to enter the room. Her new master.

  The door creaked, causing her to open her eyes. The moment she caught sight of the man, her anger toward Master G evaporated. Long legs encased in tight-fitting leather. Muscle-corded arms with just a hint of hair sprinkling on the surface. He wore the standard leather-and-studs harness, which accentuated his broad chest. His boots padded on the thick carpeted floor as he stalked towards her. A shiver ran up her spine. She liked men who looked like they could take charge. She’d asked for a man just like him when she signed up for sessions at The Q—someone to make her forget the stress at work and to take the control from her hands.

  He fit her bill. Like to a T.

  Nadia forced her gaze to the floor. He deserved respect, no matter who the hell he was.

  “So you’re mine?” He curled his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “My name is Master S. I’m told your name is Pet. Correct?” He removed the gag. “I do want you to answer me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The corner of his mouth twitched. She noticed the dusting of scruff on his cheeks. What would that feel like on her inner thighs? Heaven, most likely. Master S pulled at the bow between her breasts. Slowly and with the right amount of drag to remind her she’d been bound, the ribbon came away from her chest.

  “Such a pretty present. You will address me as Sir.” He rubbed his thumb across her chin. “I’ve been given a list of your nos, per the club agreement, and I’ve been watching you with Master G. So willing and responsive to him, but he isn’t what you need. I’ll push you while making sure you’re pleasured the way you crave. Tell me your safe word.”

  “Pickles.”

  “Good, Pet.” He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged. Electric sizzles surged from her scalp to her pussy. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “All mine.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Punish me, Sir. Please?” She barely recognized the need in her voice.

  He let go of her hair, then slipped the cuffs off the hook above her head. “The rest of the world ceases to exist once we start. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He strode away from her long enough to open the drawer on the bondage table. “So many choices and only a short period of time.” He withdrew a length of rope, something in plastic she couldn’t see, a leash and another collar. Something else crinkled, but she couldn’t make out what he’d picked up.

  “You need a proper collar.” He crossed the short distance back to where she stood and left the other items on the metal table at her side. Master S unlocked the collar and held it around her throat. “As long as you wear this, you’re mine. Do you accept this collar?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Even Master G never used a collar on her, and she’d been his primary play toy. The collar, leather and thick studs, rested heavy around her throat. When she swallowed, the weight of the collar reminded her she belonged to someone.

  “Turn around,” he said and snicked the lock in place. When she did as told, he unlocked the cuffs around her wrists long enough to pull her arms behind her back. “That’s better. On your knees. I want to see what you can do.”

  3

  Nadia settled at his feet. The cushioning on the floor padded her where she’d landed on her knees. She reached forward, grabbing his zipper with her teeth. Although she shouldn’t, she glanced up at her new master. His hands on his hips, Master S tilted his head to the side.

  “Do you want my cock?” He arched his hips, giving her more access. “Work for it.”

  She gripped the metal tab in her teeth and tugged. Eventually the zipper parted and his dick sprang free of the leather constraints. His cock slapped her on the nose.

  “Thank you, Sir. Use me some more?” She squatted down more and licked the underside of his prick.

  “Bad girls don’t follow the rules,” he said and swatted her cheek with his cock. “I’ll punish you later. Get me nice and wet.” He fisted her hair once more and guided himself into her mouth. “Take it all.”

  Every nerve ending in her body misfired. She craved his touch and his domination. The rest of the world did slip away. Nothing mattered but what he wanted to do to her. Would he use the wax? Clamps? Vibrating ass plug? God, the possibilities were endless.

  She took him deep into her mouth and massaged him with the back of her throat. Her pussy clenched with need. She longed to feel his cock in her cunt, stretching her to her limits.

  “More, Pet.” He grabbed her hair with both hands and set the pace
. “More.” He rocked his hips, fucking her face hard. Each time he bumped the back of her throat, she relaxed to take him deeper. His balls smacked her chin with each thrust.

  “Fuck.” He pulled out and released her hair, shoving her down. Nadia landed on her ass on the floor with a thump. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. Being used by him exhilarated her. She rolled over, propped herself up on her knees, with her shoulders on the ground, then offered her ass.

  “You want your punishment too much.” Master S dropped to one knee and affixed a leash to her collar. “Crawl to me.” He stood and pulled on the chain. “Come on.”

  He led her to the padded sawhorse. “Up.” He patted the dull leather surface once. “Now.”

  Albeit without her normal grace, she climbed aboard the bondage furniture and spread her legs wide. Her breasts rested on either side of the main padding. She tilted her head to the side, gag still in place, and watched him move about the room.

  Master S tucked a flogger into his front pocket. “This is for later.” He knelt beside her and locked her ankle into the cuff on the leg of the sawhorse. Once he locked her other ankle in the restraints, he moved to the head of the furniture and rested on his knees before her. The leather tightened around his legs, accentuating every last bit of muscle on his frame. He caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb, his touch warm on her skin. “You don’t want to use your safe word, do you?”

  “No, Sir,” she said around the gag. Not in the least. She wanted to ride this wave of pleasure as far as he’d take her and struggle for more of his touch in order to earn more punishment. She craved being touched by this handsome male specimen.

  “Very good, Pet.” Master S picked up a plastic bag he’d placed by the sawhorse. “You need more jewelry.” He opened the baggie and held up a butterfly nipple clip. The metal shone in the harsh playroom light. “I brought these just for you.”

  He squeezed the clamp a couple of times, then affixed it to her right nipple. The pinch surged from her tit to her cunt and settled in her brain. And he still had the other nipple to clamp. The thick metal dangled from her breast.

  “I should add something to that.” He stood, then strode across the room. “This is what I want.” He came back with two metal balls in his hand. “One weight for each tit.” He knelt long enough to hook the ball onto the clamp, then made his way around her and pinched her other breast. The twin weights swung with every movement, pulling at her tender skin and reminding her she’d given up control.

  Master S knelt beside her once again then moved the o-ring gag out of her mouth. “Lick this. Nice and wet for me.” He held a shiny blue butt plug to her lips. “Prepare it for me.”

  She slurped on the plug just as she had with his cock, rolling her tongue around the hard plastic. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she slickened the plug.

  “Good.” He removed the toy, then put the gag back into place. “Breathe out,” he said and disappeared from her line of sight. She felt his hands on her ass, pulling her ass cheeks apart. Her skin stretched taut as he rubbed his thumb over her tight pucker.

  “You like this, having your ass filled.” He pressed the head of the toy against her anus. “More?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she gasped around the gag. “More?”

  “Greedy.” He pushed the plug further into her ass, stretching her sensitive tissues. Once he eased the plastic past her anus into her rectum, she relaxed. The broad handle of the plug held the toy in place.

  “That’s a pretty sight.” Something whipped through the air as he spoke.

  A thousand streaks of pain splashed across her ass cheeks. The pain segued into bliss in moments. Another blow rained down on her butt. The clamps pulled hard on her tits, giving her pleasure at both ends.

  “Thank you, Sir. May I have another?” she asked around the gag.

  “At least ten,” he replied. “Bad girls need more punishment.” He brought the flogger down hard on her backside, alternating the spanks between her ass cheeks and her upper thighs.

  4

  Nadia wriggled under his ministrations. The frustration of the day washed away from her and she embraced the serenity at his hand. Each strike from the flogger freed her. She groaned and arched her back to accept more from him. The flogger tapped the plug, sending new tingles through her body. She rested her head on the sawhorse and closed her eyes. Her ass burned and her skin sizzled. The sensation of floating washed over her.

  She moaned, despite the gag.

  Master S added more spankings, making her entire being tingle. Cream flowed from her cunt and slickened the pad beneath her.

  “Beautiful.” The spankings stopped and Master S draped the tails of the flogger over her tender backside in a soft caress. “You’re doing well.” Another swipe of the leather tails over her butt. “But I want more.”

  Master S knelt beside her and unlocked the restraints around her ankles, then hoisted her against his chest. He carried her to the open seat chair. “Sit.”

  Nadia toddled to where he wanted her and eased onto the thin bands comprising the seat. Her ass slipped through the hole in the chair and her bound wrists fit into the hole at the back of the chair. Master S situated her legs open, hooking them over the arms of the chair, then capturing her ankles in the restraints once more.

  “Good, Pet.” He whipped the flogger through the air once more, then brought the leather tails down over her breasts. She winced at the sting, gritting her teeth on the gag. The clips pulled on her breasts, sending new frissons of heat and desire through her body. He swatted her inner thighs with the flogger, then tossed the item onto the floor.

  “What else should we do? My pretty Pet needs to come, doesn’t she?”

  Nadia nodded. She knew damn well answering yes would earn her another punishment.

  Master S placed his hands on his hips. A smile played on his lips. “I see.” He returned to the table with the toys and selected a few more items. This time when he strolled back to where she sat, he twirled a new gag around his fingers. A thick vibrator swung by its cord from his arm.

  She shivered and wriggled in her seat as he placed the prone vibrator on her leg.

  “Open wide, Pet.” Master S removed the o-ring gag and left the gag on the floor next to the flogger. He opened the buckle on the new gag. “Open for me again.” He bobbed the cock-shaped end of the gag at her. “Take it in.” He fed her the new gag, then wrapped the free ends of the leather around her head. When she shifted, the gag and leather straps held her fast in place.

  Nadia tested the gag. She wouldn’t be able to talk around this one. Hell, she’d be lucky if she could get any noise out with the tight fit. Honey flowed from her cunt anew.

  “No getting loose from this one.” Master S rested on his knees and took hold of the vibrator. “Now we play.”

  Her eyes widened. What did he have planned? The plug pushed further into her ass with every wiggle on the chair. Master S turned the vibrator on, then touched the bulbous end to her sensitive nipple. The vibrations cut straight through to her core. She moaned around the gag and puffed out her chest.

  “More?” He switched the vibrator to her other nipple, then pulled a smaller flogger from his back pocket. When had he grabbed that? She wasn’t sure, but craved the feel of the thin strips of rubber on her body.

  Master S moved the vibrator down her torso to the apex of her thighs. Despite the fact he hadn’t touched her cunt, she felt the vibrations on her clit. She writhed to move the vibrator to where she needed it—on her clit.

  She gazed down at him from under heavily lidded eyes. Pleasure from his hand and toys would be the death of her.

  “More, please, Sir,” she attempted to say around the gag. She whimpered and pleaded with her eyes. Maybe he’d get the hint she wanted to come? Wanted? No, with every last cell in her body, she needed to come.

  5

  “My naughty Pet wants a reward?” He slid the vibrator over her clit. “Like this?”<
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  Bliss filled her body and her pussy creamed. She fought against the cuffs and restraints, needing more of the toy. Needing to give in to the orgasm. She groaned and her leg bounced as she came closer to climaxing. Her hands shook.

  No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t nod or let him know she loved what he’d done to her body. Her foot twitched and she breathed hard around the gag.

  “Ready to come?” He stared into her eyes for a moment. “Now?”

  She blinked, hoping he’d get the message. Part of her wanted him to put her out of her pleasure-induced misery. Most of her wanted him to prolong the pleasure. Make her wait for what he’d do next. Make the orgasm the best fucking thing she’d ever experienced.

  “You’re not ready.” He removed the vibrator, switched it off, then twirled the smaller flogger in his hand. “Can’t let you finish now. You’ll hate me later.”

  Oh hell, he knew her well. He had been watching.

  Master S dusted her nipples with the flogger, then spanked her chest with repeated blows. Each time the rubber strands slapped her nipples, she longed to cry out. The pain increased, but so did the desire for him to continue to free her. No thinking, just feeling and floating. She accepted his spanks on her body and groaned. The sparks of pleasure centered in her cunt. Damn, she wanted to tell him to give her more.

  “I’m not done with you, yet,” he said, as if to read her mind. Master S switched the vibrator back on, but this time he held the blunt head to her ruddy nipple. He then twirled the small flogger in his fingers. “You like this, don’t you?” He moved his hand, slapping her pussy with each swing of the flogger.

  She’d tried pussy spanking with her former master, but Master G never seemed interested. With Master S, she got the sting she craved. He fixed his gaze on hers, watching her slip back and forth into subspace. Each time she wandered too close to coming, he pulled her right back.