He ignored her pleas, her sighs, her moans and continued to use his hands and mouth to drive her ever higher and never where she wanted, needed him to touch. How could he do this? He must be ready to explode himself if the state of his cock was anything to judge by. He was stiff, engorged, and the veins stood out like cords.
Just when she thought she would scream in frustration, he parted her labia.
About bloody time, she thought.
“Just so, lassie,” he said. Had she said that out loud? His fingers rubbed around her clit in circles, never touching the hood. She was swollen, so wet and oh so needy, she arched her back lifting her hips, but he held her down with one arm across her stomach.
“Be still,” he said.
He pushed one finger inside her, then two, and began to finger-fuck her. All she could hear were the wet sounds he made with his fingers. Would he never give her his cock? His mouth descended on her as he held her pussy open and he licked slowly up her slit to her clit. She writhed and lifted her hips, but when he growled, never taking his eyes off what he was doing, she subsided and held on for dear life, trying not to move.
“Master,” she pleaded, and he took pity on her at last, suckling her clit into his mouth then gently biting down on it. Her orgasm began to roll through her, her limbs shook, and the jewels on the nipple clamps danced as she thrashed and moaned and shook as her pleasure took her to heights she had never achieved before. She screamed his name until she became hoarse. He did not stop suckling her clit until he had wrung another shattering orgasm from her and, closing her eyes, she saw stars.
Then he growled, “My turn,” and at last, she felt the head of his cock start to enter her. For an experienced woman, she was tight, so he forced himself to go slowly. “So fucking tight,” he grunted as he struggled not to do as he wanted, needed to do, and claim her, thrusting his cock home and pounding into her until he came. At last he was fully seated within her. She could feel the crisp hair against her pussy, and she sighed. Then he began to move in and out, slowly at first. She was so very wet and slick and soon he was pounding into her as he had wanted to. All too soon he exploded and filled her with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of her, taking his weight on his elbows and touching his forehead to hers. He kissed her long and tenderly then lay down on his back beside her, and she nestled into him with a small sigh of satisfaction.
“Mo run. Mo run,” he murmured into her hair as they drifted off to sleep, sated and very happy. He woke her three more times that night with his mouth or his hands or his cock on her and inside her. Each time he took her to a shattering climax before he sought his own release.
Chapter Twelve
They got up very late the next day, and she was sore and her bones and joints ached, but she was not complaining. They showered together, and he wrapped her in a warm, fluffy robe in deep jade and she made him breakfast of creamy porridge, bacon, eggs, and toast with strawberry jam and a huge pot of English Breakfast tea. He looked askance at her as she spooned soft brown sugar over hers but made no comment, taking his with salt as she had expected. The kitchen took her breath away. White, high-gloss units floor to ceiling and black polished granite worktops with every electrical gadget she could think of and a few more besides. There was a large double oven built in at eye level. How she had longed for something like that. The dishwasher was huge, and through an archway she saw a small utility room with washer, drier, and an ironing board all ready to use.
They ate at the big picture window, which did indeed look out to the hills. She laughed when he said, “You can see the weather coming.”
After breakfast he took her on a tour of the house, starting in the living room. There was a large fireplace with a basket of logs. The sofas and chairs were in chocolate-brown leather with lots of pale aqua cushions. The floor was highly polished dark oak with thick, pale caramel wool rugs, deep enough to sink your toes in. There was a larger TV and sound system and a couple or rows of Blu-ray discs and DVDs. Two walls were covered floor to ceiling with bookcases, overflowing with books of all sorts and had a library ladder to reach the top shelves. Over to one side was a large partner desk with PC and iPad and a very comfortable padded chair.
She envied him this room and could picture herself curled up on the sofa in front of the fire with…No, she thought, I must not. He said he could not do forever. So she pinned the cheerful smile to her face and told him how much she loved this room. He must have seen the fleeting emotions across her face but maybe he hadn‘t as he said nothing.
They went up the stairs, and, on the left, the room opposite the master bedroom was locked.
“What is behind the door?” she asked.
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes, please, Master.”
He unlocked the door and stood back, watching her, allowing her to precede him into the room. It was a soundproofed, (he did not say that but she was sure it would be), playroom. He had a range of BDSM equipment including a spanking bench and St. Andrew’s cross. Shackles hung from the walls, and there was a lot of fitted furniture. She looked at him as if to ask if she could explore, and he waved her on. He had cupboards and drawers full of butt plugs in all sizes and colours, vibrators and dildos, harnesses, like the one Jessica had worn, paddles, crops, and canes. One drawer had lube and nipple clamps. A vanity unit in one corner held cleaning apparatus, scissors, and first aid equipment. There was a large bed base with a fitted sheet and lots of pillows.
“Have you seen anything you like?” he asked. She was flushed and her mouth was dry. She had seen things she might like to try but was loath to tell him.
“Tell me!”
“I don’t like the cross thing and the bench looks uncomfortable, but the bed base looks fine. The paddles are horrible and must hurt but the clamps and the plugs might be okay.”
“Very good, I’ll bear that in mind.” That did not reassure her. Just because she had said she was not keen to try did not mean he’d not push her to do just that!
“Can we play here?”
“Yes, but not today. You must be sore from last night. I will take you out into the country to a pub for lunch.”
There was another bedroom to the right of the staircase, obviously for guests, and the fourth room was locked.
“That room is being redecorated at present, so there is no point going in to look at it in its present state,” Angus said. She did wonder why he seemed to have no intention of allowing her to see that particular room but thought no more of it.
They drove through the hills and a couple of little towns and stopped at an old-fashioned village pub. The meal was very traditional. Homemade soup followed by good roast beef with light and tasty Yorkshire puddings. Dessert was Bakewell tart, also homemade.
“I would like to cook for you, Master.”
“I told you I did not want a slave.” He frowned.
“It would be a delight to cook in your kitchen, and I love to cook.”
“Very well then, but you will not be doing cleaning and such as I have a cleaning lady”
“Heaven, Master.”
Over coffee he held her hand absently in his and ran his fingers over hers as they talked, getting to know each other better. They returned to his house so he could change, and then he took her to her house to dress and get ready for the club. They were about to leave when the phone rang. It was her son. Her face lit up as she recognized his voice.
“Mum, the witch called. Normally I would not pay her any attention, but…”
“But?”
He drew in a breath, and it all came out in a rush. “She says you have met a man and are going about with him. She saw you in his car leaving the city. Is it true, Mum?”
“Yes.”
“Who is he? Where did you meet? When can I meet him?”
“His name is Angus Scott, he is a businessman, and we met at a club.”
“What sort of club? You don’t go to clubs?”
“A night club!”
“Oh.”
Jane grimaced. Her husband’s sister, nicknamed “the witch” by her daughter, Elizabeth, could be a real pain. Well, she knew she had to tell them sometime but had wanted to do it her way. Now they knew. She well knew that what one knew the others would learn in e-mails almost at once.
“We have been going out for a while now, and we are friends.”
“Where does he live? What business is he in?”
“He lives on the outskirts of the city, and I do not know what his business is. It is none of mine to ask.”
She knew he was concerned but that he would accept what she was saying. He knew she was careful and would take no stupid risks, but he would still do some checking on Angus Scott and would phone her more often to check on her. She had not wanted him worried. Damn the woman. He had enough on his plate with job and family.
“Well, okay, mum. I will call at the weekend. Take care.”
“Goodbye, son, I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
They finished the call. She noticed the surprise on Master Angus’s face when he heard her tell her son she loved him. She supposed his must not be such a close family. She tried to explain, but he said they had better get on.
When they got to the Club, Master Angus again left her with the subs and went off to do monitor duty. They were discussing an upcoming demonstration.
“It’s Master James,” sighed a young sub, clad only in some sort of rope harness. There were many sighs and rolled eyes, and Gloria and Gemma smiled indulgently at the younger ones.
“He’s gorgeous and he certainly knows his stuff and he has no sub.”
“What does he do?” Jane asked.
“He takes a sub from amongst us. He is going to demonstrate cupping.”
Cupping sounded like bloodletting from the nineteenth century. The Prince Regent used to have it done all the time as a cure for something or other. That was not something she’d want to see. She thought, how gross, and she grimaced as she asked, “What is it?”
“Stupid,” said Jessica. “He uses cups and suction to give pleasure. No blood is involved. But you won’t be here by then as Master Angus will have finished with you. He will have more than done the favour he owes Master Prometheus by taking you on.”
An angry bellow came from the baby monitor that Jessica had momentarily forgotten she was wearing. She clapped her hand over her mouth in fear and as if not to let any more unwise words out. Very soon a large and very pissed off Master Torquil came striding their way. He scattered all before him. Doms and subs alike got out of his way fast. All the subs dropped to their knees, but he ignored them, even Jane’s slow response. He said, “Up,” and Jessica got to her feet fast. He took out a ball gag and said, “Open.” He put it in her mouth and attached it behind her head. He held her by one arm and brought his crop smartly across her thighs and bottom ten times.
“Now sit and wait for me. We are not finished with this.” He turned on his heel and strode back from whence he had come. Jessica had tears running down her face. Not a good idea with a ball gag in her mouth.
As Jane had listened to what Jessica said and watched what had happened to her, the doubts and fears that had receded came back with a vengeance, overcoming the joy she had felt. She stood and quietly and sadly she made her way out of the main room to go to her locker to get her coat and shoes.
When she came out, Master Angus was there.
“Master Torquil told me what Jessica just said. Lassie, this was not Prometheus’s idea. He and others may think it was, but when you came through those doors and your lovely mouth opened as you said ‘oh,’ as you looked about you in wonder, all I wanted to do was fill it with my cock. Master Prometheus has been trying to find me a sub for years and never managed, and that is why people have assumed this is the same as it has always been. He has never managed, but I have done him lots of favours with subs and he has tried to find a special one for me. So when he needed to find a Master to show you around, I made sure his eye fell on me and he asked me, as a favour, to do what I intended he should. He was heard to ask me and the gossip did the rest. I did not contradict them as I did not know how far it would go then. I know that you think you are not beautiful, but you are to me. I have no intention of letting you go. I know you will have been warned that I never take a sub for more than one night. Up until now that has been true. I have never put a training collar on a sub either. For many years I have never wanted another sub. I never allowed myself to want one, until I saw you and when I did I was lost. At first I could not believe it. That is why I have allowed the rumours to circulate unchecked. I thought it would not last, but I was wrong, mo run.”
“How devious,” she said. He raised his eyebrow and waited, and she added, “Master.” He smiled. There was a smile on her face, too, and she looked happier.
“Come back into the club. My shift is almost over, and then we can go home.”
He took her to the bar and handed her over to the Dom there and asked for a bottle of water for her.
“That will be with ice and lemon!” she said, and the Dom laughed as she said it. Within half an hour, Master Angus was back to collect her.
Chapter Thirteen
This was the pattern of their lives for the next week, except for one incident.
Jane had been sitting in the uncollared subs area when Jessica had arrived with Master Torquil. He left her there promising to come back for her later and warning her to be good. The baby monitor was still in evidence, so he was taking no chances on her compliance. Jane looked at him and shivered, and he looked at her, licking his lips and smiling when she shuddered. He strode off, and Jessica could not contain herself.
“What a whore you are,” she screeched. “You took Master Angus from me, and he wasn’t enough. You look at all the Doms, and now you are trying to take Master Torquil from me. Every time he comes near, you look at him and invite his attentions.”
Jane had had enough. She had listened to Jessica’s accusations and nasty comments and had not answered them. Where was her backbone? She had played the strong woman all her life, and no one would have dared say anything remotely like that to her when she was working and now…
“What a piece of work you are,” she said. “Master Angus did not want you. He was never yours for me to take, and he chose me. I did not go after him. As for Master Torquil, my only interest in him is to avoid a trip to his dungeon.” She did not lose her wits with her temper and did not want to insult the big Dom as he would then want to punish her, and Master Angus would be forced to give consent. “I am tired of your whining and tired of hearing your opinions of me, now shut the fuck up. If you have nothing pleasant to say to me, then do not bother to say anything to me in the future. Who gives a toss what you think anyway? I will not descend to your level and start making personal comments about you, and I warn you I will not tolerate any more comments about me to my face or behind my back.”
Jessica and the other subs were stunned for a moment. Jane had straightened her spine and stood glaring at Jessica, daring her to say any more, no longer the put-upon sub. Jessica subsided and said nothing more, but the roar from the baby monitor left no doubt that Master Torquil had heard and was not a happy Dom. He came striding up to the subs’ area, scattering Doms and subs as he came, and Master Angus was with him. He had been in the Dungeon and heard it all. He had a smile on his face, but Jane did not see that at first as she stood with her head bowed and hands clasped behind her back as she had been told was the acceptable pose for her when the others fell to their knees.
“Master Torquil,” he said. “I am pleased that my sub has grown a pair and will now defend herself, so I will not seek to punish your sub. I think that, in the future, she will guard her tongue and no longer insult mine.”
Jane felt better now that she had rounded on Jessica. She had always tried to be a strong person who could defend herself. She saw that Master Angus was pleased with her. From the look on his face he could not hav
e been happier. Master Torquil seemed to accept what Master Angus had said. He did not look so happy when Master Angus had called Jessica his sub, but he did not contradict him. Jane thought that perhaps he felt that to contradict it would just draw more attention, and the subs already had sufficient gossip to keep them happy for a while. He collected Jessica and, promising to make her regret not having obeyed his explicit orders, took himself off to the Dungeon with her. The other subs looked at Jane with new eyes, and Gloria and Gemma beamed at her.
“Well done, Jane. She’s had that coming for a long time.”
When Angus got Jane home, he had her strip and bend over.
“I know you can’t grasp your ankles, but you can place your hands flat on this stool.” He placed a wooden step stool in front of her. She bent over and did as he asked. He stood looking at her, her legs slightly parted and her cunt on view for him. She was wet and swollen and ready for him. He arranged her legs, parting them a little more, as he knew she would feel more in that position, then said, “I could keep you like that for hours.”
“Yes, Master. I will try.”
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