Ready To Obey

by Melinda Barron

  “Bored lord, the thief, and bored lord two,” he said. “I don’t want to write down names. If someone comes in here and looks at my work I don’t want them to be able to decipher it.”

  “Lord James, Vanessa and Lord Geoffrey,” she said. “Who is the fourth one?”

  “I said a fourth one for good measure,” he said. “Right now I’m leaning toward Jack.”

  “I’m glad I’m not on your list,” she said.

  “Not right now,” he said. “But if something happens there is room to add you.”

  Maisie couldn’t help but smile. “What would my fake name be?”

  “I would put you down as SS,” he said.

  “What does that mean?”

  He turned to her and once again their faces were inches apart. Maisie backed up, and she wanted to smack the smile from his face.

  “Sexy seamstress,” he said.

  “If I’m SS you would be TT,” she said. And then she giggled.

  “Which would stand for, what?” he asked.

  “Tallywag teacher,” she said.

  “Did you just call me a prick?” he asked. She was surprised to see he was smiling.

  “I did,” she said.

  “I can think of much better terms for a T,” he said.

  “I await your answer with baited breath,” she said.

  He stood and Maisie took a step back. “How about talented, thoughtful, terrific, titillating, and tempting.”

  “I would go with tricky, um…” She was trying to think of words that were the opposite of tempting that started with a T, but it wasn’t easy, since he was advancing on her for each step she took backward. She hated to admit it but he was tempting. Her nipples were hard, and there was wetness forming inside her quim.

  “One word? That’s all you can think of?”

  Maisie’s legs bumped into the bed and she fell backward onto the mattress and he toppled onto her.

  “Traitorous,” she whispered.

  “Me? Or your body? I can feel your arousal.”

  Mr. Cummings didn’t wait for an answer. He covered her lips with his and Maisie’s body betrayed her. She kissed him back. A moan escaped her lips when the kiss broke, but he kissed her again so fast that she didn’t have time to catch her breath. When this one broke she panted for air.

  “I hate you,” she whispered.

  “Liar,” he responded.

  “We’re supposed to be seen as lovers for other people,” she said. “We shouldn’t be doing things like this in private.”

  “You’re right, I should be fucking you,” he said. He moved his lips to her neck and Maisie closed her eyes as he assaulted her with his lips. Her body pulsed with need. “I fucked your mouth the other day.” He kissed lower. “Next I will fuck your quim. After that I will bend you over and put my cock in your ass.”

  “No,” she said. She tried to push him off. Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her body yelled for completion. She wanted to come. She wanted him inside her. “I hate you,” she repeated.

  “Keep telling yourself that,” he said. His lips were at the top of the corset, which barely covered her breasts. He licked her skin and Maisie arched up into him as much as she could, considering the fact his weight kept her prone under him. She said a silent prayer of thanks that the lacing for the corset was under her, or else she was sure he would be undoing it right now.

  “Are your nipples rubbing against the material, tightening, begging to be sucked?”

  Maisie turned her head toward the wall. “My nipples don’t have a voice,” she said.

  “Nonsense.” He kissed each one. “They talk to your body, they tell you how much they would enjoy being in my mouth, tell you how they want to feel my teeth graze over them, with just enough bite to make you wince.”

  She needed to turn things around before her treacherous body made her say something she would regret. She needed to make him angry.

  “For a man who said I would feel pain you are doing your best to seduce me,” she said. “I think you are all talk and no action in the who is in charge department.”

  He chuckled. “Am I? You are the one fighting arousal,” he said. “I freely admit that watching you struggle is making my prick hard as a rock.”

  “I’m not struggling,” she lied.

  “Let’s take it to another level, then.” He jumped up and grabbed her arm, jerking her up from the bed so quickly that she cried out in pain. Within seconds she found herself shackled to the bedpost, her arms above her. He tugged at the skirt that was attached to her corset and she heard the material rip.

  The sound had barely faded when she screamed. She pulled on her bonds. “Let me go!”

  “Scream all you want,” he said. “I’m sure several people will crowd into the room to watch.”

  She twisted around to watch him walk to the wall that contained crops and floggers. “No, no, no,” she whispered. She remembered Vanessa’s screams as Lord James used the cane on her bare bottom.

  “Training, another T word.”

  Maisie willed herself to stay calm as she watched him select a flogger.

  “Is this harsh enough for you?” he asked. He was behind her again, but instead of stepping back and lashing her ass with the flogger, he gently rubbed the strands over her bare bum.

  The shiver that ran through her was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She expected fear, but what she felt was excitement. She told herself it could be anticipation, and that wasn’t always a good feeling.

  “You need to let me guide you, and don’t be afraid,” he said. “I guarantee you that I know how this is done, and I can read your body like a book. I know exactly what to do to bring you pleasure.”

  “This is not pleasure,” she said.

  “You can lie to yourself about it, but I know better,” he said. “I can smell your arousal. I can see your nipples standing at attention.” He tugged on her corset a few times and her breasts popped out.

  Mr. Cummings pressed himself against her backside. “So very luscious,” he whispered in her ear. “I like a woman who likes to be played with. My type of fun might be different than what you’re used to, but you’re excited by it. You can tell yourself that you think it’s disgusting, but that is a lie. Remember that when you spend tonight, when you are soaring up in the clouds.”

  “That won’t happen,” she said.

  “It will,” he said. “It will.”

  He rubbed himself against her and Maisie’s body stiffened. It felt so good, even though he was still wearing trousers. She remembered his length and width, and the incredible taste of him.

  “I’m not going to whip you now, Maisie,” he said. “I want the first time you taste the velvet strands to be in front of an audience. I want your senses to be focused not only on the flogger and your bare bottom, but on the people around you, watching you, some wishing they were you, some wishing they were me.”

  “Why?” she asked. “Why can’t we just watch tonight?”

  “Because you goaded me,” he said. “I want to watch you climax in front of people. I want to prove you wrong.”

  He continued to hump her, and to her embarrassment she moved her hips in tune to his movements. His hands were on her hips, and one moved around and touched her mound. He parted her lips and found her clitoris. It pulsed under his touch and he pinched it; Maisie was about to climax when he pulled away.

  “No, no,” she said, but not as she’d meant it before. “Please, I was almost there.”

  “I know,” he whispered in her ear. A knock on the door made her jerk.

  “Mr. Cummings?” It was the woman who had shown them the room.

  “Come in,” he said as his fingers moved back to her clit.

  “Forgive me,” the woman said as she stepped inside.

  “Close the door and lie down on the bed,” he ordered her.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied.

  Maisie tugged on her bonds. When this event was little more than an idea, back in
Bath, she’d thought she could handle anything. After all, she was not a virgin. She and Elvin had been active in their sex life, but there had never been anything like this.

  She wanted to cry, not because she was afraid of what was going to happen, but because Mr. Cummings was right.

  Damn him, he was right, and Maisie knew there was no way she would be able to fight the intense feelings building inside her.

  “Spread your legs,” Mr. Cummings ordered. It took Maisie a few moments to realize he was speaking to the other woman, and not to Maisie.

  The servant obeyed without question. Maisie noticed her quim was devoid of hair, and she wondered how that was done.

  “Pleasure yourself,” Mr. Cummings said to her. Then he put his face right next to Maisie’s. “You watch. Don’t take your eyes off her hands.”

  The order would be easy to follow, because as the woman’s hands worked on her quim, Maisie couldn’t stop watching.

  “That could be you,” Mr. Cummings said as he stepped behind her. “If you learn to behave you can have as many orgasms as you can handle, or, should I say, as many as I allow. But I enjoy watching a woman bring herself to completion. It means more when that woman belongs to me.”

  But I don’t belong to you, she wanted to say. I belong to myself. She stayed silent, however, and watched as the woman pleasured herself. When Mr. Cummings gave her permission to spend she did so, her body jerking as she did.

  “Thank you, sir,” she said. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

  “You can tell me why you knocked on the door,” he said.

  “Master Tom asked me to see if you wanted dinner downstairs, or if you wanted it in your room,” she said.

  “Please deliver dinner upstairs,” Mr. Cummings said. “I thank you for the lesson you’ve helped me teach. Seeing you reminds me there is one more thing we need to take care of. Please go and fetch shaving materials.”

  “As you wish,” the servant said. She ran from the room.

  “My arms are starting to ache,” she said. Mr. Cummings didn’t answer her. Instead he reached around her and cupped her breasts, gently massaging them. The pleasure took away from the soreness in her shoulders.

  “Am I interrupting?” Tom Leslie’s voice sounded from the doorway.

  “Not at all,” Mr. Cummings said. “Come in. Maisie, say hello to Mr. Leslie.”

  “Hello,” she said, her voice breathy.

  Mr. Cummings stepped back from her and slapped her ass. “Where are your manners?” he asked, harshly.

  “Hello, Mr. Leslie,” Maisie said.

  “Better,” Mr. Cummings said, right before he slapped her ass again.

  “I wanted to speak with you before tonight’s events,” Mr. Leslie said. “Sylvia and I were talking with Mr. Braxton. Now that I’m convinced you’re here to train your new plaything, and are not here to poach my customers, I would like you to teach a class tomorrow.”

  “I would be honored,” Mr. Cummings said. “Do you have a particular subject in mind?”

  “Mr. Braxton says you’re very experienced in teaching the use of dildos,” Mr. Leslie said. “Several of my friends have asked about a new one that is double ended. Have you heard about it?”

  “It’s not that new,” Mr. Cummings said. “They may not be common here, but they’ve been around for centuries. Although, I’ve never seen a double ended one. That sounds intriguing.”

  “Not new to you or me, but to many of my friends they are,” Mr. Leslie said. “I have some friends who are more adventurous than others. The ones we had delivered are made of glass. Sylvia will be one of your teaching tools, of course, and I thought your new toy could be the other.”

  Maisie, still on edge after watching the servant pleasure herself, was shocked at their discussion. She wasn’t sure what Mr. Cummings was going to teach, which meant she didn’t really know if she wanted to take part.

  “I will be very happy to be an instructor for you,” Mr. Cummings said. “But it brings me to another point. You said you thought I might be poaching your customers. Do you charge for your parties?”

  “No, but my friends use me to order things they would not want delivered to their homes,” Mr. Leslie said. “I charge a little extra for that.”

  The men laughed, and Maisie groaned at the same time.

  “I’ve left her in this position for too long,” Mr. Cummings said. He released her wrists and Maisie slumped into his arms. “I’m going to use your servant to help shave her mound. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “On the contrary, Lisa will be at your beck and call. Mr. Braxton has already claimed her for his bed tonight, but before that she can help you in any measure.” Mr. Leslie indicated the door. “And here she is.”

  Maisie looked to where Lisa stood. She had a tray that held a small bowl of water, a razor and cream. Maisie knew these items, but she’d never thought they would be used between her legs.

  “Lie on the bed and be very still, no matter what,” Mr. Cummings said to her. Maisie wasn’t sure she wanted to participate, but once again she reminded herself that she was here because she’d insisted.

  It’s only hair, she thought as she lay on the bed and spread her legs. The other woman’s touch didn’t stimulate her, but the fact that Mr. Cummings watched as she spread the cream on Maisie’s quim and then stroked a razor over it, did.

  Once again their gazes locked, and she felt a shot of yearning spread through her.

  This wasn’t supposed to happen, she repeated to herself as Lisa continued her work. More to the point, what would happen when this weekend was over, and they’d found the item and returned it to the bored lord’s father?

  She wanted to ask him all those things, but as they continued to stare at each other she felt something that she shouldn’t feel. Lisa finished her chore, and Mr. Leslie said he would see them at dinner.

  When they were gone, Mr. Cummings came back to the bed. He looked down at her and Maisie kept her feelings buried deep inside.

  “You’re mine,” he said.

  “For this weekend,” Maisie said. She didn’t want him to know that she was feeling things that she’d hadn’t felt for quite some time. She wouldn’t voice them, and she prayed she wouldn’t let him know exactly how she felt. When this was over, after all, she would be traveling to America.

  Her life would be different, and it wouldn’t include Mr. Cummings.

  Chapter 12

  Dinner was delivered not long afterward, and Mr. Braxton knocked on the connecting door almost immediately. He came in without waiting for an invitation.

  “You’ve spent an awful lot of time in this room,” Mr. Braxton said. “I hope you’re having good sex.” He threw himself on the bed; from that position he eyed the food tray.

  “I hope there’s enough for three,” he said.

  “Are you not going to eat downstairs?” Mr. Cummings asked.

  “I need a rest,” Mr. Braxton said, sheepishly. “I hear you’re teaching a class tomorrow. I look forward to watching the demonstration that is sure to accompany your lecture.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows before he shot up from the bed and crossed to the tray.

  “Did it ever occur to you that we’ve spent time in the room to be alone?”

  “That goes against your story,” Mr. Braxton said. He picked up a piece of bread and started to eat.

  “We’ve had business,” Mr. Cummings said.

  “You found your prey?” he asked as he sat back down on the bed.

  “First off she’s not our prey,” Mr. Cummings said. “Second, no we didn’t find her. What have you been doing?”

  “Scanning the crowd for your friend,” he said. “I’ve asked several people if they’d seen her, using the screen that I’m thinking of trying to steal her away from James Engleton. She hasn’t been seen at one of these events in quite some time.”

  “Define quite some time,” Mr. Cummings said.

  “According to a pretty blond with very beautifu
l breasts, she hasn’t been here for a few months,” Mr. Braxton said. “I hope you’re not on a wild goose chase. Of course, if you are, you can still have a good time.”

  Maisie nibbled on a piece of chicken as she watched them trade banter. It was as if they were brothers. She wondered how many of these things they had attended together, and how many women they had shared.

  Why did that thought bother her? She remembered how she’d felt when the woman had shaved her mound, and how it had produced a feeling toward Mr. Cummings that she hadn’t wanted to experience.

  It’s just something new, she thought. Once she could retrieve her bag and get her money and ticket from Mr. Cummings she was on her way to America.

  “Are you coming down tonight?” Mr. Braxton asked.

  “I want Maisie to see the stocks,” Mr. Cummings said. “If you want to come with us that’s fine, but I’m sure we’ll be too tame for your tastes tonight.”

  That made her happy. She was already worried about tomorrow, and what would take place with the double-headed dildo.

  “Lord Geoffrey is here,” Mr. Cummings said. The men drifted off into conversation and Maisie shifted on her feet. After the afternoon’s activities she had readjusted her clothing, except for the skirt; she put on a new one, since the one she’d been wearing had been ripped from her body.

  “You’re very quiet.”

  Maisie turned to find Mr. Cummings staring at her. Mr. Braxton was nowhere in sight. How had he left and she hadn’t even noticed?

  “Should I have interrupted your conversation?” she asked.

  “It wouldn’t have been the first time,” he said. “Actually, you’ve been very quiet since I told you that you were mine.”

  She kept her gaze on him. “You should have saved your pronouncement for when we were downstairs. They would have appreciated your acting skills more than I did.”

  He should have refuted her statement. Instead he said, “You’ve been perfectly submissive today. You should have fought me when I said I wanted you shaved. But you were perfectly still and allowed it to happen as if it were second nature to you. The look on your face told me all I needed to know.”

  If she didn’t buck up and start acting like her normal self all would be lost. “What did you need to know, Mr. Cummings?”