Hunt stepped away from the window. The next twelve hours would be eye opening for the lovely Victoria. He had no doubt that Brad was a bumbling Dom and Victoria’s slight education had probably left her unfulfilled at best. Hunt was about to reintroduce her to a world she was born to inhabit.
He picked up a purple latex tickler from his desk. The smooth handle was approximately four inches long and dangling from one end were several hundred thin latex strands. He shook the tickler against his palm and the feeling was subtle and soothing. Raising it, he cracked the toy against his bare arm, enjoying the rush of pleasure/pain that shot through his nervous system.
He’d seen a tickler wielded by a Master bring a properly trained sexual slave to orgasm in minutes. He’d also seen an inept Master scar a sub with a cane. In his world, there was an equal balance of danger as well as pleasure to be enjoyed.
He ran his fingers through the soft latex strands. There were many other toys he could use, but the tickler was one of his personal favorites and he could hardly wait to experience Victoria’s reaction. He dropped it into an open desk drawer, anticipation running high in his system as he hastened to greet his guest.
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Victoria stood in the middle of the sumptuously appointed bedroom, her hands clenching and unclenching by her side. Her heart thudded in her chest as she stared out the French doors overlooking the back gardens.
What am I doing here?
The brilliant sunshine was blinding and she stared at the deep green grass without even seeing it. Even as she’d dressed this morning, she’d battled with her decision to venture to Hunt’s home. She wasn’t the type to indulge in a careless fling and that’s exactly what this was, a fling, and with a client no less. Her life had always been about order—order and making the right choices. Her mother had died when Victoria was only eleven years old and her father had been consumed with making a living for her and her brothers.
Even at a young age, her brothers had turned to her for emotional stability and support. Even though she wasn’t the eldest, she’d become the responsible one. The one who’d made sure dinner was on the table, laundry was done and the bills were paid on time. It had all been left to her. Even in high school, when the other kids were behaving badly in the backseats of their parent’s cars, she’d been home tutoring her youngest brother in algebra. She’d never been allowed to be irresponsible. Maybe that’s why she was here today. After last night’s heady exchange of power, she hungered for more.
Much more.
“Victoria, welcome to my home.”
Hunt came into the bedroom and for a second her breath caught in her throat. Whereas the room was all lightness, Hunt was the exact opposite. Dressed in black jeans and a matching T-shirt, he was the complete absence of color. His dark hair was combed back from his handsome face and his smile was wide and welcoming.
“Thank you. You have a very beautiful home.”
He took her hands in his and pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek. His scent, a mixture of cinnamon and warm male skin, caused her toes to curl in her leather boots.
“Did you have a pleasant trip?” He released her hands.
“Very.”
“Excellent. Let’s sit down to some lunch and we can talk.” He walked to the closet and opened the door. “Your clothing is in here. Pick one and I’ll meet you at the base of the steps. We’re dining on the back terrace.”
“Sounds lovely.”
“I’m very glad you’re here, Victoria.” His dark gaze seemed to penetrate her clothing and caress her skin.
Her throat dry, she gave him a weak smile. “Thanks…“ Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. “Thanks for inviting me.”
“You’re welcome.” He exited, then turned to look at her through the open door, his hand on the knob. “Victoria, don’t keep me waiting.” The door shut with a quiet snick and she sprang into action.
In the large closet hung a line of summer shifts. She selected one in the palest of blue. Stripping out of her clothes, she donned the shift, dismayed to see that not only was it at least eight inches shorter than anything she was accustomed to wearing, the back was low-cut and she would be unable to wear her bra. Of course, Hunt had told her not to wear any lingerie around him but she’d feel naked and vulnerable without them. Reluctantly she removed the lace and underwire garment and tossed it on the bed.
Opting to leave her panties in place, for now at least, she eyed herself in the mirror. The color was flattering and the hem skimmed her thigh-high stockings so they could at least stay and she wouldn’t feel quite so bare. But it was just so…flimsy. It was rare when she went out in public with most of her shoulders and back bare. She twisted around, making sure everything was in its place and all essentials were covered. After selecting a pair of sandals, she was ready to go for lunch.
The hall was empty as she slipped from her room and she passed several closed doors before she reached the stairs. Hunt stood at the bottom of the steps, his gaze fixed on his watch and a slight frown marring his face. Her palms felt moist as she hastened down the steps, trying not to stumble, when his head came up and his gazed moved over her scanty attire.
“I thought I was going to have to fetch you.” He said, his tone deceptively lazy.
“No.” Her voice was breathless. “Just ironing out a slight zipper issue.”
He smiled and took her hand and she hoped he didn’t notice her trembling. Tucking her fingers into the crook of his arm, he led her through the house and outside to the back terrace. A massive oak tree shaded one end and beneath it was a table set for two. A young woman was setting covered plates on the table.
“Thank you, Nan. It looks good.” Hunt said.
She beamed at the compliment. “Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?”
“Not right now, thank you.”
The woman gave Victoria a shy smile as she left.
He drew a chair out and ushered her into it. After seating her, he dropped a soft kiss on the exposed skin of her shoulder. “You look lovely in this dress, Victoria.”
She shivered, detecting the heated dark tones of desire in his voice. “Thank you, it’s beautiful, though it doesn’t cover much.” She tugged the hem into place.
“Which is exactly why I enjoy the view so much.” Hunt gave her a careless smile as he whisked the dome away from her plate.
She blushed and dropped her gaze to the organic salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing. Picking up her fork, she focused her attention on her food, trying to ignore the handsome man sitting a few feet away. After she’d devoured half her salad, he broke their silence.
“Did you spend the last twelve hours trying to decide how to gracefully decline my invitation?”
Her fork hit the plate with a loud clang. Carefully setting it aside, she looked at him. “What makes you think that?”
He chuckled. “I know you, Victoria. You probably spent most of the night worrying over your decision like a dog with a bone.”
Stung, she shot back, “I’m not sure that I like that analogy.”
Hunt sat back as a young man in dark trousers and a pristine white shirt appeared to take their salad plates away. “I’m well aware that what happened last night was probably a first. It is common for a first-timer to be nervous and more than a little apprehensive about indulging themselves as we did. To give up all of your power, your very breath, to someone else is a heady yet frightening experience.”
Mortified, Victoria darted a look at the young man’s impassive face. He gave no hint that he listened as he served their lunch. Without a word, he placed their plates on the table and gave them a sketchy bow before leaving.
“Did you have to say that in front of him?” she hissed.
Unperturbed, Hunt picked up his fork. “I pay my employees well to complete their tasks efficiently. Kent is paid to do his job, not speculate upon what I do in the privacy of my own bedroom.” He gestured to her plate. “Eat before it gets cold.”
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nbsp; She picked up the fork and took a bite of the poached salmon. The more she chewed, the more the morsel seemed to expand. Just as she feared she’d choke, she forced herself to swallow.
“Why me?” She set down her fork. “Why did you choose me?”
His brow rose. “Because you’re the perfect submissive.” He gestured for her to eat again. “Or at least you will be once I’ve properly trained you.”
“B-but what if I don’t want to be a s-s-submissive?” She picked at the fish, using it as an excuse to avoid his knowing gaze.
“Look. I know you’ve had a taste of your own power before now. You’re also a textbook example of the perfect sub. You work in a position of power and you’ve had to be responsible all your life. You practically raised your brothers even though you’re younger than all but one and you did so from a very young age. No one has ever shown the desire to take care of you.” He leaned forward, his eyes glowing with excitement. “Don’t you want to be able to hand that responsibility to someone else? To have someone make the decisions for you for a change? You’d be a living vessel of pleasure, given and received. Your every need would be met and you’d want for nothing.”
She bit her lip. The picture he painted was attractive. It would be lovely, for a while anyway, to not have to make all the decisions. To only have to concentrate on pleasuring herself and her lover. And to let someone else shoulder the burdens of her hectic life for a while, even if only for a few hours.
Her gaze met his darker one. “What would I have to do?”
“Whatever I tell you.”
Alarmed, she dropped the fork. “And what if I don’t want to do whatever you say?”
“We’ll have a safe word. A word you can use to tell me you’re not enjoying what we’re doing. Whenever you feel uncomfortable, just say the word and we’ll back off. How does that sound?”
Victoria nodded slowly as Kent approached with dessert. She glanced down; surprised to see her plate was almost empty.
“What do you want your safe word to be?” Hunt asked.
Her gaze caught on the dessert, a small dish of pale fruity sherbet. “Orange.”
Kent set a bowl in front of each of them and backed away as silently as he’d arrived.
“Are you ready to begin your lessons, Victoria?”
She swallowed audibly, her gaze clashing with his. She wasn’t sure what she wanted. She knew she wanted this man to fuck her again. She knew that last night had been an experience like none other in her life and he was offering her the heady chance to experience more. To teach her to know her own body, her own limitations. To explore the dark side of her sexuality, the part of her that Brad had barely begun to touch.
Almost against her will, she nodded and she didn’t miss the spark of triumph in his eyes.
“Good. Now get up.”
Her heart in her throat, she hesitated. What was he going to ask her to do?
“Victoria,” his tone was chiding. “Remember, you have to obey me. You can use your safe word only if you’re feeling threatened or uncomfortable. So either use it or get on your feet. Now.”
Silent, she rose and pushed her chair under the table.
“Now, come to me.”
On shaky knees, she approached him. As she neared, he pushed away from the small table.
“Remove your panties and hand them to me.”
Her eyes widened and again she hesitated.
“Victoria, don’t make me tell you again. If you do, I’ll have to punish you.” His voice was matter of fact. “I told you last night, no undergarments when you’re with me. I want you completely accessible.”
She swallowed hard and, with shaking hands, skimmed her panties down her legs. The soft breeze tickled her bare skin before her skirt fell back into place. She handed the garment to him. Her cunt clenched as he raised it to his nose and inhaled.
“If I could bottle this scent…”
She blushed.
“Now, spread your legs and sit in my lap.”
This time she didn’t hesitate. She lowered herself onto his thighs and his jeans were faintly rough against her bare buttocks. His big hands came to rest on her lower thighs before they slid beneath her skirt.
“While you’re here in my home, you’re forbidden to wear undergarments of any kind. You’ll eat when you’re hungry, and you’ll sleep beside me in my bed.” He skimmed his fingers over her hip. “You’re here for my pleasure and my pleasure alone, unless I request otherwise.” His knuckles brushed the generous underside of her left breast. “In giving me pleasure, you’ll receive pleasure. Is this understood?”
Victoria gasped as he tweaked her erect nipple and she nodded.
“Yes, Master,” he prompted.
“Y-y-yes, Master.”
“You have a beautiful body, one that’s made for giving and receiving pleasure. We’re going to explore your sexuality like you never have before.” He slipped his hand from under her dress and released her. “Now, get on your knees and suck me off.”
She started to object before she caught the gleam of anticipation in his eyes. He wanted her to object. He was waiting for the opportunity to correct her behavior. She ducked her head and slid from his lap to kneel on the sun-warmed stones of the terrace. His impressive erection strained against the placket of his jeans. Shoving any misgivings aside, she undid the button and lowered the zip to reveal strained black silk boxers.
“Lower the bodice of your dress. I want to see your breasts as you take me into your mouth.”
Eyes down, she slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders, allowing the top to slide to her waist. The soft breeze caressed her sensitive flesh and she shivered as she reached for his cock. She opened the silk placket and his hardened flesh sprang free.
There was no doubt about it. Hunt was a big, big man.
With the sun warm on her exposed skin, she took the broad head of his cock into her mouth. He tasted of the sea and warm potent male as she dragged her tongue over the tip, relishing his unique flavor. How long had it been since she’d had a man in her mouth? Brad had never been big on oral sex, either giving or receiving, and she’d missed this particularly intimacy. Hunt’s hips gave an involuntary twitch as she rubbed her thumb along the sensitive underside of his delicious cock.
“You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.” His voice was strained. “You have no idea what the sight of you, between my knees and my cock buried in your talented lips, does to me.”
Oh, but she did.
The rush of feminine power surged through her body. He might command her to do as he wished, but even as his sub she could bring him to his knees. She had him in her mouth, right where she wanted him.
Not missing a stroke, she reached for a bottle of olive oil on the table. As she poured a small amount into her palm, their gazes met and his was dark with heated approval. His breath caught as she wrapped her hand around him and moved in long, bold strokes as she worked his hardened flesh with her hand and mouth.
“Victoria, my god.”
His fingers tangled in her hair, loosening the soft twist at the back of her head as she closed her eyes, concentrating her entire being on fucking him with her mouth. He tried to control her movements, but she resisted, wanting to keep him at her mercy. Against her body, she could feel the tension in his thighs. He was close now, very close.
She swirled her tongue around his sensitive head, tasting the ambrosia of pre-cum and rich olive oil. She increased her movements; her hand stroked his thick root as she took him deep into her throat. His hips arched and his thighs jerked as he climaxed into her mouth with an anguished groan.
Victoria let his cock slip from her lips and rested her cheek against his thigh. His breathing was rough as if he’d just run a marathon.
“You have the mouth of a virtuoso,” he said.
She grinned. “And you have a cock well-worthy of my talents.”
“Flatterer.” He ruffled her hair gently. “Now, get up. We’re not thr
ough yet.”
A quiver of excitement snaked through her belly as she rose to her feet. Feeling like a slattern with her breasts bared to the warm sun and his even hotter gaze, she fought the urge to cover herself.
“Perfect.” He tweaked one erect nipple with his thumb and forefinger. He took care to reassemble his clothing before he cleared his end of the table. “Sit here.” He patted the tabletop.
Nervous yet excited, Victoria sat on the table, her knees primly held together. Hunt gave her a small smile as he pulled his chair closer and he sat, parting her thighs with his chest. Her vagina clenched as he reached for the dessert bowl of half-melted sherbet.
He urged her to scoot to the edge of the table, her heels balanced on the armrests of his chair, and then his calloused fingers opened her. The sherbet was cool against her heated skin as he painted her pussy with the sweet liquid. At the first touch of his tongue, Victoria let loose a scream that would have embarrassed her under normal circumstances. Now, the only thing that mattered was each swipe of his magical tongue.
She tilted her head back, her hips settling into a complementary rhythm as his tongue teased and aroused. His fingers drove hard and deep into her dripping cunt until she cried out, her hips jerking wildly with each thrust. With a brush of his thumb, she came against his mouth, her screams thrown up to the sunlit sky.
Dizzy with completion, Victoria realized she was truly his captive now.
Chapter Four
“But what if I don’t want to be tied up?”
Hunt heard the note of unease in her voice. Training Victoria to be his submissive would be hard work, but once she overcame her knee-jerk conservative reactions, she would come to enjoy it, nay, crave it, as much as he did.
“I know you’re a little apprehensive.” He tucked her hand into the crook of his arm as they walked along the shadowy path of the garden. They’d just eaten a leisurely dinner and now he was preparing to take her into his bed. “A little fear will add spice to your excitement, I promise you. I’ll never do anything that would cause too much pain and you can call a halt to our activities at any time. Just remember your safety word when you feel the need.”
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