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Make Me: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire Part 99

"Ooh, Mistress," Van cooed. "That feels so good."

He'd never been so vocal with her. Gripping the dildo's small end, she spread his cheeks, his ass beckoning her. Well, here goes. She ran the fat end back and forth against his hole, coating it in lube.

Van moaned and pushed against the silicon tip. "Oh Mistress, yes."

"He wants it." Lincoln ran both hands up beneath her skirt, caressing her flanks. "Give it to him, baby."

She wanted to close her eyes and relish the endearment. Instead, she gave both men what they wanted and penetrated Van's ass. The head slipped in with a little pop, and Van groaned, going down on his elbows to push his butt higher for her.

"Do you like this, slave?"

"Yes, yes, Mistress. I love it. Fuck me."

She followed Lincoln's instructions, pushing slowly, backing out, going only a tiny bit deeper with the next glide.

"So perfect, baby." Lincoln praised her.

She didn't know which she loved more, the power of taking a man or Lincoln's voice at her ear. She pumped a little harder, a little deeper, a little faster, and a collective moan seemed to fill the room. Under her skirt, Lincoln eased his fingers along the edge of her panties, slowly, inexorably pulling them over her hips. Van pushed back and took the dildo halfway. Natalie's panties stuck to her damp pussy before pulling away as Lincoln slid them all the way down her legs. It was the most erotic, exotic sensation as he lifted one foot then the other to remove the lingerie, all as she fucked Van. Only a couple of inches were left before the black cock would fill him completely. He rocked and moaned. Lincoln's hand stroked down the crease of her butt. He kicked her legs wider, entering her pussy from behind with two fingers.

Oh my Lord. Natalie gritted her teeth. "That is so good."

"Yes, yes, oh Mistress, you fuck me so good."

Did it matter that Van couldn't see what Lincoln was doing? She rocked her bottom in time with her hand. And the dildo went deep, all the way.

"Ahhh." Van no longer had words. Just sounds. Just moves.

"Stroke his cock at the same time," Lincoln ordered.

Natalie reached between Van's legs, her fingers slippery from the lube, and jerked Van's impossibly hard cock in her hand as Lincoln's touch turned her mindless.

"Oh God," she cried, her pussy contracting. "I'm going to come again."

And Lincoln withdrew. She almost shrieked. Then his voice at her ear, "Not yet, baby. The last orgasm took the edge off. Now I'm going to build you back up, over and over before I let you come again."

Just as he had all night and all day by making her play with herself without coming. She'd forgotten she wasn't supposed to do so without his permission. But then he'd forced that climax out of her. That was permission in itself.

Besides, there was something else she was supposed to make Van do. Her mind seemed a little fogged. Oh yeah, he was supposed to suck the rubber cock.

But she wanted to be able to see. She was as ambidextrous as the dominatrix, and she did just exactly what she'd seen that lady doing, holding the dildo while moving to Van's side without missing a beat.

"Oh God...oh God...Mistress, please let me come."

Natalie liked the begging. But that required punishment. At least, she decided it did. "Lincoln, he's not supposed to ask for anything. Paddle his ass."

Lincoln swatted hers once as he passed. Her heart soared. She loved it all. The games, the attention, the sexy banter, the sex itself.

The echo of a solid paddle whack on Van's butt cheek filled the room. Between the paddle and the dildo Natalie pumped, Van groaned, shuddered, bowed his head, then whispered reverently, "Oh Master." He didn't beg for another swat, but they both knew he wanted it.

Natalie eyed Lincoln, gave him a slight nod. His eyes darkened and the corners of his mouth tipped up. He stroked her hand, touching her fingers where she gripped the toy. It was those little caresses he gave her over and over that set her heart racing. Then he administered another whack that rippled through Van's butt and halfway up his back.

"Oh God." Van moaned. "You can't know how good this is. How perfect. Mistress, I adore you. Thank you so much for this exquisite punishment for my transgressions."

Van's words trapped her breath in her chest. How she'd needed to hear that tone in his voice, his wild sounds. Natalie wanted the game to go on and on. "We're not done yet, slave."

She pushed her fingers through his long hair, forcing his head down. "Suck that cock, slave. I want to see if you can do it as well as I can."

"Oh Mistress, you are so perfect at sucking cock." Then Van devoured the toy suctioned in front of him.

Natalie wasn't so sure about his praise. He'd never said it before, he'd never groaned and moaned the way he had tonight. He usually shoved her away before he came, rolled her under his body, and took her. Sometimes she didn't even have an orgasm.

She knew in her heart that until tonight, she'd never fully satisfied him. And he'd never fully satisfied her.

As if he could read her mind, or the hurt showed on her face, Lincoln slapped the paddle hard against Van's ass, the sound reverberating through room, eliciting another moan.

Natalie turned her face to Lincoln.

He wanted to punch the kid's lights out. Her pretty eyes had suddenly gone bleak, the green washed out of them. Instead of feeling good for her, Van's compliment reminded her of all the times she hadn't been good enough.

He stilled her hand, grabbed her chin. "I'll go fucking crazy if you don't suck my cock right now."

She stared, as if she couldn't quite comprehend.

"I want him to see how a real woman sucks cock, how she takes care of her man."

She sighed, her eyelids drooped seductively, and she smiled for him, even if it was slight. "Yes, Lincoln."

His heart flipped over. "Undo him." He pointed to the buckles at Van's hands. She relinquished the dildo, and Lincoln held it in place while Van squirmed, trying to take it deep again. Oh yeah, he was going to make the little worm wriggle.

When the kid's hands were free, Lincoln barked the next order. "Sit up and hold this dildo in your ass while I undo the manacles."

"Why are you undoing his feet?" Natalie wanted to know.

"You'll see."

The kid rocked back on his haunches, holding the dildo, working it gently to keep himself on edge. Lincoln undid the spreader bar and set it aside. "Get in the middle of the room, slave, on your knees. Do not remove the dildo and do not take off the cock ring."

Van climbed down, going once again to his haunches, heels to his ass, the dildo secured deftly between his feet as he rocked on it. His cock stood high, his balls tight. Lincoln had used the leather cock ring's loosest snap, but it shouldn't be left on overly long. They had time, though.

He shoved the table against the wall, toed off his shoes, then stood facing Van. "Undress me, Natalie."

She licked her lips, met his gaze, and he was sure she didn't understand what he intended. Lincoln didn't care. His skin buzzed, his blood burned, and his cock was so damn hard and aching, he wanted to bury himself deep inside her. He'd start with her mouth. He'd start with a lesson for the kid on how to show a woman she was desirable.

Yet her fingers at his waist, brushing his cock, were almost his undoing. Closing his eyes, he tipped his head back, gritted his teeth and groaned. "Christ, baby, you make me crazy."

There was only the sound of his zipper and harsh breathing-his, the kid's, and her soft sigh. Shoving his jeans over his hips, she gasped, and he was man enough to appreciate the awe in her voice. Then she pushed everything down his legs, her breath fanning his cock, making it jump in anticipation. Just as he had helped her step out of her panties, she raised first one of his feet, then the other, freeing him of his clothes and his restraint.

He looked then, at her, gorgeous on her knees, head tipped back to meet his gaze, at her ex-boyfriend, gently rocking his ass on the dildo. The need to touch overcame him, and Lincoln buried his hands in Natalie's hair. "Take off your blouse and bra, but leave the skirt."

She followed his instructions, revealing skin pink-tinged with desire and nipples peaked and suckable. She was so beautiful in supplication before him.

Then he narrowed his eyes at Van. "Tell your mistress you need to learn how to suck cock from her because your skills are not worthy."

Something flickered in the kid's eyes. Fear, a little. He most assuredly could read the ire in Lincoln's gaze. Jealousy, yeah. Van hadn't figured out what their relationship was yet, didn't know Natalie worked for him. Didn't understand that Lincoln was her master.

Lincoln was about to show him everything.

He beat Van into submission with nothing more than a look and the boy's own nasty desires.

Van did the perfect downcast gaze. "Mistress, I beg you to suck the master's cock. Please show me how perfect you are, teach me. I will be eternally grateful to you, Mistress. Please, I beg you." He glanced at Lincoln for approval.

Lincoln nodded, then stroked his fingers back through Natalie's silky hair, holding her gaze. "I'm begging, too, baby," he whispered. "Please, suck me."

She bit her lip, then let out a sweet sigh. "Oh yes, Lincoln. I would love to."

He'd vanquished her, too, yet, in a way he'd think about later, she was his conqueror.

Chapter Nine.

Gazing up at him, Natalie wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed.

"Aw, Christ." Lincoln moaned.

A drop of pre-come eased from his slit, and Natalie swiped it up with her tongue. "Oh, you don't know how much I've wanted to taste you," she whispered for him.

He glanced at Van. The kid's eyes flared. He didn't like his woman loving another man's come so much. Yet he kept working that cock in his ass, his body rising, falling, legs straining to keep that steady rhythm.

Lincoln eased Natalie's head down. "Suck me, baby, God, please suck me." He didn't give a fuck if he was begging. She needed a man to beg for her.

Her lips slid down over his crown, and she allowed him to glide all the way in, down to her hand fisted at his base.

"Shit, woman, your mouth is fucking heaven." He needed Natalie to know. He wanted Van to hear.

She pulled hard on the slide back up, then surrounded his tip with her lips and suctioned hard, working him. His head, both of them, damn near wanted to explode. She caressed the slit with her tongue.

"Fuck, fuck, that's so fucking good." Breath hissed through his teeth. They weren't just words; they were emotions wrenched from deep within him.

He put his head back, flexed his ass, and pumped, savoring the silk of her mouth. He'd known his share of amazing cocksuckers, but Natalie was more. She was special. What she lacked in technique, if anything, she made up for in worship. Groaning, moaning as she licked and sucked, it was as if his cock were the best she'd ever tasted. When she must have figured she'd teased the head enough, she slid down again, deep-throating him for one brief, heavenly moment, then backing off.

"God, yes, baby, you're the best I've ever had."

Van made a noise, a snort, of disbelief or defiance. That kid was pushing it.

She took possession of his crown again, her tongue teasing just beneath the ridge. Then she glided her fingers up his shaft, using the moisture from her lips to stroke him hard and fast just below the tip.

"God, you're such a sweet girl." He closed his eyes, savoring her touch. How could she know to stroke exactly that way? Every man had subtle differences in his likes and dislikes. Every man had one special spot that made him crazy. She had found his.

"You're so fucking perfect," he whispered. He never said things he didn't mean, and Christ, the words came from gut-deep. He trailed his fingers through her hair, the feel of it as erotic as her mouth on him.

He allowed his groans and sighs to well up, sounds to punctuate the words. The noises Van had made for the dominatrix, Natalie craved them. Lincoln's pleasure echoed off the walls of his dungeon.

"Natalie, you should squeeze his balls. He'll love that."

Lincoln opened his eyes and stared Van down. What the fuck? "Do not dare instruct your mistress on how to suck me."

His command came too late. The kid had already spoiled Natalie's moment. She'd gone still, and his cock slipped from her lips. Fuck.

The kid dropped his chin to his chest in a form of supplication Lincoln was sure he didn't mean. "I'm so sorry, Master. I just wanted to help."

The little asswipe was indeed jealous, trying to manipulate and undermine Natalie's sexual self-confidence.

"So you think you can do better, is that it, slave?"

Van shook his head. "No, Master, I would never presume that."

Lincoln tipped Natalie's chin up, his cock bobbing close, leaving a tiny smear of come on her skin. Like a brand, the glisten of it delighted him.

"I believe our little asshole slave is issuing a challenge, baby. What do you think I should do?"

She scanned his face, flitting from one eye to the other as if she would see something different in each one.

"Shall we prove who the more delicious cocksucker is, my sweet?" He let a smile grow on his face. "I'm pretty fucking sure I know who will win." He stroked a finger along her jaw, ending at the drop of come he'd branded her with. "I need you to be sure, too."

He'd made a man suck his cock before. It was part of submission: who was master, who was slave. He used the method to demonstrate his dominance. One could always tell whether a male submissive was looking for it. And Van was.

But more, Lincoln needed Natalie to meet the challenge, to prove to herself that she was better than the boy who had ill-treated her.

She gazed up at him, her eyes a deep green. "You'd do that for me?"

"This whole night is for you, baby." He didn't give a fuck if Van heard that, didn't give a damn what the asswipe thought about it. He cared only for what Natalie needed.

She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Lincoln stroked her cheek, her jaw.

Natalie could swear she'd never felt a more gentle, caring caress before in her life. Opening her eyes, she trailed her hands down his thighs, gripping the hard muscle. He had the most beautiful, long, thick hard cock she'd ever taken in her mouth. She hadn't had a plethora of lovers, but Lincoln was far above most men. She'd known and admired him for so long. The last three days had only made her emotions stronger. He was like no other. The way he crooned to her as she sucked, feeding her with words and sounds that filled her to the brim. And offering to let another man suck his cock to prove she was better at it. That was the oddest show of one-upmanship she'd ever heard, yet it made perfect sense tonight.