Her Master’s Courtesan by Lily White Blog Tour

You must know this fact to understand my story.

I capture women.

I break them down.

And I rebuild them.

If they are lucky, they are sold into the professional hands of another Master. If they are less fortunate, they are buried beneath the ground, never to be thought of again.

I lust for the control, I demand absolute submission and my body yearns to warp the minds of those I train.

Power is the only thing I’ll ever need and I am addicted to the feeling of ultimate control.

I am wealthy, good-looking, educated and charming.

And I am – in no way – a good man.

I do not want love.
I do not want kindness.

She thought she could change me by giving me the two things I knew I never wanted.

She was wrong.

Excerpt

After setting the camera down on the nearby counter, I ran my hands up her thighs when I continued. “Every woman wants to be a whore. They want to spread their legs for a man – to be taken to the peak of ecstasy over and over again – to feel the hard push of our cocks inside them. It’s natural for you to want it, to feel the need to be dominated and controlled. It’s instinct. Women want a strong man – one who can produce strong children – so your bodies are designed to respond to a dominant male. You grow wet when we touch you; the muscles of your pussy clench and roll in anticipation of being filled. Because of me, you will have a selection of strong men who will know how to use you properly – who can fulfill every sexual need or desire you will ever have. You don’t have to pretend to be prim and proper anymore because of morality or societal expectations – you can be the whore you were designed to be.”

My hands reached her ass and I spread her cheeks and slowly pulled the plug free. She moaned and the chains rattled above her.

“Shhhhh … Don’t worry, beautiful, I’m going to give your body what it craves. I will give you the freedom to lose yourself in the natural instincts that are an inherent part of being a woman.”

Running my finger along the slick skin, I teased her for several seconds. Rubbing her back and forth, stopping at the clit to rub my finger over the tiny bundle of nerves. She jumped and I briefly wondered if she was still sensitive from the clips I used earlier. Softly, I continued working her to a point where her legs were shaking beneath her. She was practically dripping, she was so wet and I slipped my finger inside to feel the tight muscles of her cunt grasp of my finger, hungrily – greedily – while small moans and whimpers escaped her lips.

My cock pressed up against my pants and I unfastened my belt, dropping my pants to the floor around my ankles. Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt, and let it hang loose on my shoulders. I wanted this woman from behind, but I didn’t intend to stop there.  Her scent wafted up to my nose and my mouth watered.

“Since you’ve been a good girl – I’ll give you everything I promised you. Try not to struggle and just allow yourself to let go.”

I dropped to my knees and my mouth was on her within seconds. Her taste was divine, ambrosia meant for the men who were fortunate enough to have her. I ran my tongue along the sensitive flesh, lapping at the taste of her body’s needs and desires. She bucked against me and her knees gave out for only a brief second before she pushed herself back up into position. I slipped my tongue along the tight circle of muscles and down over her clit, nipping and sucking at it until her moans grew louder and her breathing became so heavy; her body shook with its intensity. When I finally slipped a finger inside, she came almost immediately; the muscles rolling over the skin of my finger, and a scream broke from her mouth that made my cock pound with the need to bury itself inside her.

I pushed myself back up to my feet and reached around to massage the full weight of her tits. My fingers toyed with the overly sensitive nipples. She arched her chest forward, desperate for more contact – rougher contact – and I smiled. I knew something wild existed inside her; something primal and desirous of being taken, a need to be used in a way that only men like me could.

“Do you want me to fuck you, pet? Do you want me to show you what your body has been missing all along?”

“Please…”

It was the only word her small voice could form, but it was exactly the word that made her impossible for me to resist. I loved it when a woman begged, when she was pushed to a point where her insecurities and moralities were extinguished inside her – when all she wanted was to fuck and be fucked because her body demanded it.

I wanted to take the bitch bare – I wanted to feel the slick slide of her muscles over the surface of my cock – but I couldn’t get her pregnant and she wouldn’t be protected for another two weeks. Cursing under my breath, I kicked my shoes and pants off and grudgingly released her body to retrieve a condom from the table. After sliding it over myself I returned to her, hard as a fucking rock and ready to take something I’d been craving for the last several hours.

I positioned the head of my cock at the opening of her tight cunt.  Playfully, I pushed inside, only penetrating slightly while listening to the symphony of her moans and whimpers – her need coming out in small sounds that escaped over her lips.

It felt like small, spasmic eruptions inside her cunt when I finally stopped teasing and buried myself within the soft walls. My head fell back and my hands traveled to grip the soft flesh of her hips and ass. A moan – something primitive and feral – escaped my chest and she tightened over me, teasing my dick with the hint of her explosive orgasm.

The chains above her head rattled in time with my thrusts, her seductive moans adding harmony to sounds of how hard we fucked. A growl erupted from my chest and she cried out when my fingers dug farther into the flesh of her hips.

“Damn it, pet. You are so fucking tight.” I hammered into her, loving the sound of our bodies slapping together, accented by the clink of the chains above us. Like a waking volcano, I could feel the slow build of friction and heat inside her and I slowed down, not wanting to give her the release I knew she was desperate to have.

“No beautiful girl, I have so much more I want with you tonight. You’re not letting go yet.”

I had to move her some place where I could have full access to her body. I’ve never needed the feel of a woman’s skin against me as much as I did now. I wanted to see her mouth open with her lustful moans; I wanted to look in her eyes as I dominated every aspect of her. I wanted to watch when I took her mind as easily as I’d taken her body.

I pulled out and we groaned in unison at the loss of contact. I smoothed my hand over the smooth, round perfection of her ass. “It’s okay, pet.  I’m only taking you down from the rack. You’ll be back to riding my cock very soon.”

Deftly, my hands worked her out of her restraints; releasing from the cuffs before catching her, lifting her into my arms and carrying her down the hall to a spare bedroom I’d designed specifically for sexual training. Kicking the door open with my foot, I flicked on a switch that lit the gas candle sconces on the wall.  The room was bathed in dancing shadow which provided an ominous feel – an atmosphere of danger and domination – a place where she could escape into the fantasy of being the slut she wanted to be.

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Author Bio

Lily White is a dark writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism.  Most of the time she can be found wandering around aimlessly while her mind is stuck in some twisted power play between two characters in her head. You may recognize her in public by the confused expression, random mumbling, and occasional giggle while thinking up a scene. Lily’s favorite things in life are reading, thinking about reading, buying books for reading….and writing. Her other secret pleasure is meeting with her plot editor in public to discuss her books and watching the shocked expressions of the people around her that don’t realize she’s talking about a book.  When Lily is not reading, writing, wandering or freaking out innocent bystanders, she’s sleeping.