R.S.V.P.

by Madeleine Oh

  “I—”

  “Not that it matters. I want you, you want me, what more is there to be said? You’re a submissive in search of a master, I’m an experienced master in search of a biddable submissive.” He raised his beer in a mocking salute. “We’re a match made in Central Ohio.”

  He was a Master?

  “Not so fast, my friend.” Elle picked up her drink. “Just because you’re a Dom and I’m a Sub doesn’t mean we’re sexually compatible. There are a lot of things to consider before leaping into a mutually pleasurable venture such as this.”

  Just because he was a master and she was wildly attracted to him didn’t mean she was ready to jump into bed with him. She wanted him; she would admit that to herself at least, but she wasn’t about to admit it to him. Her relationship with Ken had taught her the danger in letting a man know she desired him as he would use the knowledge against her. Her former master had taunted her, using her rampant sexuality against her almost to the point of torture.

  His pet nickname for her had been “whore”.

  Her lips firmed. She was determined to never put herself into an emotionally vulnerable position again and that included letting this man know how much she desired him.

  Blue took another swig of his beer then set it on the bar. “Under normal circumstances I’d say you were right but this tells me that we are very sexually compatible.”

  Before she could move, his big hands landed on her knees, his palms seared her skin through the delicate stockings. Her breath caught as he skimmed his hands upward. Catching the hem of her skirt, he pulled her toward him until her knees were secured between his splayed legs. His thumbs dug into her inner thighs and forced them apart.

  Her breath caught and their gazes clashed. Need glittered in the liquid depths of his eyes and she felt the deep pull of arousal in her lower belly. She fought the need to whimper when he slid his hand up her thighs to cover the damp material of her thong panties. His touch was as shocking as it was arousing.

  “This tells me you want me.” His voice was low, his accent grew more pronounced. “Your body tells me what your mouth denies.”

  A rush of need moved through Elle, so powerful she shook with the force of it. Her breathing deepened and she grabbed his wrist, not quite sure if she wanted to push him away or hold him in place. His fingers tightened and cupped her mound in an intimate caress. She couldn’t prevent the soft moan that escaped her and her thighs tightened on their hands.

  A knowing look came into his eyes and her stomach plummeted into her Manolo Blahnik shoes. She felt weak with arousal yet empowered at the same time. She knew instinctively that if she asked Blue to remove his hand he would. But was that what she really wanted?

  Not on her life…

  Taking her silence as acquiescence, he pulled her closer until she was just shy of sitting in his lap. Lifting her left leg, he draped it over his thigh to allow better access.

  “You were born to submit to me.” His voice was thick, heavy with need. “You were created to feel this heat, this fire that now burns inside of you.” He now had both of his hands under her skirt, his fingers curled around the thin straps of her panties. “It would be a sin to deny yourself the pleasure you were born to receive.” With a sharp tug the straps snapped under the pressure.

  Elle moaned when he coaxed her hips upward to remove the ruined garment. Grateful for the shield provided by his big body, Elle’s eyes widened as he held up her decimated panties. He lifted them to his nose to inhale her essence before he tucked the silken scrap into his pocket.

  “You are any master’s dream.” His hand returned to her thigh and instinctively she parted her legs, stifling a moan when he cupped her dampened folds. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “I will make you mine, Miss Scarlet.”

  Elle was eager to straddle him by the time one thick finger breached her folds. She bit her lip when he stroked her needy flesh. His touch was expert, both gentle and searching yet firm and straight to the point. She’d been right about him. Here was a man who knew his way around a woman’s body.

  His lips brushed her earlobe. “I feel your need.”

  Her hands clung to his broad shoulders and she pressed closer, desperate to feel him against her. “Yes.”

  “Do you want me, Miss Scarlet?”

  Her head urged her to scream a denial but she knew she’d only look the fool considering the evidence of her arousal dampened his hands. “Yes,” she breathed.

  “You will accept me as your master?” He nipped at her jaw and she shuddered, desire riding hard and low in her belly.

  “Yes.”

  “And you will take no other man so long as I require it?”

  She balked. This was a one-night deal, no more, no less. Surely that was what he was referring to? That she take no other man here at the party—

  All rational thought was blown from her mind when his finger zeroed in on her clit. He gave the hard nub a firm stroke. Her grip tightened on his shoulders and she pressed against him.

  “Yes,” she gulped.

  “Good.” He bit her neck and that simple touch sent chills of need through her body. “I want to taste your heat, your fire.”

  His mouth grazed her neck and she shuddered. His fingers continued their easy movements and with each stroke her need spiraled higher. She was so close…so hot…

  “Please.” Her voice was low, begging. “I need to—”

  Without warning Blue pulled away. He lifted her back onto her stool and Elle’s head swam with arousal and confusion. She had to blink the sensual haze from her vision. Her need for release was so strong that her body shook with the force. Why did he stop touching her? Surely he had to know that even the lightest touch would bring her to completion.

  “Not so fast, my little submissive.” He slid off his stool and disengaged her fingers from his shoulders. “You’ll have to earn your release by first pleasing your master.”

  Elle bit her lip to stifle the moan that threatened. The bastard. While she’d forgotten the game and why they were there in the first place, it was obvious he had not. From the moment he’d touched her she’d forgotten everything, including the reasons she didn’t want to enter into a sexual relationship with this man. She pushed those thoughts away and stared up into his handsome face, stunned to her core at the level of her response to him.

  How often did one find such pure, unadulterated heat between two people? In her experience it was rare, very rare.

  Blue reached for her, running his fingers along the line of her jaw. “I can see your mind working and I will ask you once again, will you submit to me, Miss Scarlet?” He held his hand out toward her.

  With her heart in her throat, she stared down at his big hand. Judging from the heat they’d generated she’d be a fool to walk away from him, from this possible earth-shattering experience. Then again, she had the distinct feeling this man could be dangerous for her. He wouldn’t be quite as easy to manage as she’d first thought either. Then again, this was only a one-night stand, wasn’t it?

  Mustering her courage, she slipped her hand into his.

  He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “You won’t regret your decision.” Her stomach tightened when he winked at her. “And I’m not letting you back out, either.”

  Mute, Elle allowed Blue to help her off the stool. Why did she feel as if she’d just jumped from an airplane and left both her stomach and rational mind behind?

  Strangely warmed and reassured on a level she’d didn’t want to explore, she followed the tall man toward the steps leading to the upstairs. When she mounted the first riser she wondered what sensual pleasures awaited her above.

  Chapter Four

  Scarlet was as nervous as a wet cat.

  Blue poured himself a small glass of scotch, all the while watching his new submissive out of the corner of his eye. She stood near the windows overlooking the backyard. Her body language proclaimed her uneasiness with the situation and how he’d tur
ned the tables on her. Forcing her to admit to her attraction had been a necessary step, though it had put another layer of paint on the wall that stood between them. Her shoulders were stiff and her back was ramrod straight. Her slim arms were crossed over her ample breasts and she gnawed on her bottom lip with even white teeth.

  In short, she was perfection.

  “Can I get you a drink?” he spoke.

  She turned toward him, her emerald eyes were shadowed behind the mask. “No, thank you.”

  She’d retreated behind a polite social façade most people employed when dealing with strangers even though she knew in a few short hours they’d be much more than mere strangers. They’d be lovers and consequently the starch would be removed from her spine.

  His blood heating at the provocative thought, Blue picked up his drink and walked toward an easy chair.

  “Miss Scarlet, you may join me.” He picked up a crimson silk pillow from the couch and dropped it beside his chair. He sat down then waved toward the cushion to indicate she should sit at his feet.

  For a few seconds she remained where she was, indecision written across her lovely face. What she was thinking he didn’t know but he could imagine her mind whirling like a hamster on a wheel. He held his breath and wondered if she’d take him up on his offer or make a mad dash for the door.

  He released his breath when she started toward him. Scarlet had the easy walk of a woman who was comfortable with her body and her sexuality. Taking this beauty beneath him would be all pleasure, no pain…unless she requested it, of course.

  He cleared his throat. “How long have you been playing the scene?”

  “Five years.” She sank to her knees on the cushion, her face only inches from his left knee.

  He took a sip of the scotch, enjoying the smooth burn of the liquid. Peter certainly provided the best for his guests. “What is it about the game that you enjoy the most?”

  She shrugged and her gaze danced away, clearly uncomfortable with the question. “How long have you been playing?” she countered.

  His brow rose. If she was to accept him as her master, he’d need to begin her training immediately. He put down his drink.

  “Scarlet, if you wish to play the game with me, you must understand the rules. The first and most important one is that when I ask you a question, I do expect an immediate answer.” He ran his finger over the smooth line of her jaw, enjoying the soft texture of her skin. “I believe I asked you what aspect of the game you enjoy the most.”

  Her eyes flashed fire and her lips tightened. She wanted to object, he could feel her resistance to being forced to answer his questions. Scarlet may have been playing the game for several years but she still retained a stubborn streak. He would take great pleasure in correcting the flaws in her training and teaching her the error of her ways.

  Something shifted in her eyes and her gaze slithered down to where her hands rested in her lap. Her unease was almost palpable. Trust was an integral component of the game. If Scarlet didn’t trust him to keep her safe, they weren’t going any farther than the sitting room of his suite.

  “I suppose it’s the freedom to explore the boundaries of my sexuality.” Her voice was soft. “All decisions are removed from me and I am forced to accept the pleasure that my body and Master requires of me.”

  Blue felt a rush of triumph. Her revelation was a small victory but an important one. Trust was a precarious two-way street. If he showed her that he trusted her, chances were she would relax and open up to him even more.

  “That’s an excellent answer.” Blue captured a lock of her silky hair between his fingers. “Bondage play is about pleasure and sexual discipline. You will be casting your inhibitions aside and moving into a realm where you can explore your sexuality and realize your limitations.” He drew the soft strands of her hair over her cheek and along the lower edge of her mask. “Would you like to keep this on?” He flicked the silken strands over her top lip. “The choice is yours, Scarlet.”

  She raised her head and her eyes were wide beneath the mask. Wordless, she nodded. “For now.” Her voice was husky.

  “From the moment I met you I could barely take my eyes from your mouth.” He drew her hair along the plump curve of her lower lip. “I couldn’t help but imagine how my cock would look between those beautiful lips of yours.” He noted how her breathing had deepened.

  He released her hair. “How much would you enjoy sucking your Master’s cock, Scarlet?”

  She swallowed audibly. “I think I would like that very much.”

  “Master.”

  “Master.”

  “You may remove my boots.” Blue sat back then picked up his drink.

  Scarlet bent her head and positioned a knee on either side of his left foot. With his assistance she raised his foot and removed first one boot then the other with a minimum of fuss. When she was done, she sat back on her heels, her palms flat against her thighs and her head down ever so slightly.

  Very nice.

  Just to make the situation a little easier on her, he rose from the chair to unbutton his jeans. Considering they were as tight as sin and his cock was already hard, he didn’t think he’d last very long if he asked her to do it. Just the thought of those slim fingers on his flesh threatened to send him over the edge. The last thing he wanted was to lose control like some untried schoolboy. He pushed down his pants and boxers then he sat again.

  “You may now remove them,” he said.

  She rose onto her knees and eased the tight denim down until she’d managed to remove them entirely. As she worked he didn’t miss the quick glances she gave his erect cock. Her lips glistened from the caress of her tongue, and when she settled herself on the cushion her breathing was erratic. She wasn’t nearly as unaffected as she’d like him to believe. His blood heated. He couldn’t wait to taste her, touch her, but first he wanted her mouth on his flesh, his cock in her mouth.

  “You will now lick me, all over.”

  His eager submissive moved the cushion until she was perched between his thighs. Bending her head, she first nuzzled his cock then his balls. His breathing grew harsh when she began licking him with soft, little cat licks before switching to long, drugging strokes.

  A low groan of pleasure escaped him as she sucked one ball into her mouth and gave it a gentle tug. Someone had taught her well. Scarlet moved to the other and gave it the same gut-clenching treatment until he forced her to slow by tangling his fingers in her silky hair.

  “Now, my cock. Take it into your mouth.”

  She made a throaty sound of acquiescence. Releasing him, she turned her attentions to his straining cock. She opened her mouth and covered the broad head to tease the cleft with the tip of her tongue. Her slim hand encircled the thick shaft and gave it a tender squeeze that almost sent him leaping out of the chair. He gave a loud groan when her thumb caressed the sensitive underside of the head.

  She took him deeper into her mouth, one sensitive inch at a time. The wet slide of her tongue coupled with the pressure of her hand around his shaft threatened to send him over the edge. His hands fisted in her hair as she began to move over him, her mouth and fist moving in unison to stroke and tease every straining inch.

  All too soon he began slowly pushing in and out, fucking her lovely mouth. His breathing grew labored as his hips pounded against the chair. His movements grew frantic as his release neared. Scarlet seemed to realize he was close as she quickened her pace ever so slightly. Cupping his balls, she gave them a gentle squeeze.

  It was just enough to finish him off.

  A slow tingle began in the back of his calves then raced up his legs. His vision faded to a reddish haze, his blood thundered in his veins. The rush of release was so intense, Blue felt his eyes roll back into his head. Fire coalesced at the base of his spine before exploding out of his cock in teeth-jarring waves.

  Scarlet didn’t miss a beat. She sucked at his flesh, swallowing his release without hesitation. Now limp, he sagged in the chai
r, his eyes mere slits as his submissive licked him clean. When she was done, she licked her lips, now devoid of lipstick, then sat back with her eyes down. She had a slight smile.

  The moment he’d seen her he’d known Scarlet would be a delight, but he had no idea the depths of her talents.

  She would be a pleasure to train.

  * * * * *

  Every nerve was on edge by the time Blue took her hand. Elle was torn between the desire to jump out of her skin and run screaming from the room or drop to her knees and beg him to give her release. Instead she remained silent and placed her hand in his. He led her into the bedroom. Her gaze moved around the room and her breath left in a slow huff when she realized it was only a plain bedroom complete with a four-poster bed, dresser and armoire.

  No toys…

  No leather…

  No swings hanging from the ceiling…

  No spanking benches…

  Nothing was out of the ordinary.

  Blue seemed to sense her confusion and he squeezed her hand. “Patience, Scarlet.”

  A soft flush moved over her cheeks and he released her. Had she been so transparent?

  “The bathroom is straight ahead.” He walked toward the armoire as he spoke. “Please make yourself at home.”

  “Thank you.” Grateful for a moment of much-needed privacy, Elle scooted into the bathroom. After shutting the door she sagged against it, grateful for the solid support. Her knees were shaking so badly she was afraid she’d fall down.

  The taste of his luscious cock still resonated in her mouth. She licked her lips, enjoying his unique flavor. She’d always taken great pleasure in giving head to her man. While ultimately she craved the role of the submissive, she couldn’t deny the rush that being in control for those few minutes afforded her. There was nothing like having a big, strong man melt like wax in the sun the moment her mouth touched his cock. It was better than buying new shoes.

  Feeling steadier, she pushed away from the door and flicked on the lights. After making quick use of the facilities, she stepped up to the mirror to check her appearance.