The Master's Exception

by Veronica Angel

  Spencer leaned over and placed his lips against mine slowly, only making contact for a moment. His lips seared against mine, branding them. My body reacted instantly, nipples hardening within the lacy bra, the moisture pooling out of my innermost depths. As he broke contact, he ran his fingers down the side of my face slowly, and my eyes fluttered shut of their own accord. “Delicious.” He simply said as he pulled out of the parking garage, tires squealing as his foot pounded the accelerator.

  A short time later, I found myself at an elegant Italian restaurant. We were seated at a table in the very back corner behind a partial wall that led to the kitchen. It afforded us with a large degree of privacy, and as I listened to Spencer converse with the waiter amicably, it was clear he frequented the establishment on a regular basis. The staff seemed to sense the mood between us and left us alone for the most part, only returning to refill our wine occasionally once our food had arrived.

  He had asked if I would permit him to order for me, an act he explained he clearly enjoyed when out with a woman. I agreed, curious to see what he would choose. The spicy, rich Spaghetti Carbonara was extraordinarily tasty, and I found myself devouring it as we conversed easily. Although I felt lust for him, as I had no other man, it also felt like I had known him for years. A strange paradox, so much mystery but along with it a general sense of comfort. There was no use trying to wrap my head around it, there was no rational explanation.

  After the meal, Spencer ordered a dessert wine and a Tiramisu. Already feeling a bit buzzed from my two glasses earlier, in the back of my mind I realized I was quickly losing my inhibitions. Our conversation grew more heated, the looks between us feeling decidedly loaded with innuendos. Once the waiter left us with our dessert, I watched with fascination as the object of my desire reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a burgundy silk scarf. He stood behind my chair, leaned down next to my ear, and whispered softly as his hot breath grazed my neck, “May I?”

  Watching him fold it carefully from end to end, the realization dawned that he was asking to blindfold me. I nodded slowly, wondering how it was going to affect me to be restricted that way, especially by a man. He gently covered my eyes with the soft, smooth fabric then tied it firmly at the back of my head, using perhaps a little more force than necessary. Goosebumps stood out all over my skin as my sight was taken from me, the helpless feeling putting me in a deep state of relaxation immediately.

  I heard him pulling his chair close to mine, and felt his nearness much more acutely than I would have without the blindfold on. Suddenly the coolness of the wine glass was against my lips, his hand supporting the back of my head as he commanded quietly, “Drink.” I obeyed, the sweet, crisp taste of the dessert wine exploding against my tongue and sliding down my throat. I exhaled a little sigh of pleasure, surprised at how sensual this simple act was with one of my senses removed.

  Then he was placing a bite of the Tiramisu into my mouth as he whispered against my neck, “Taste.” Again, the experience was intense, the flavor of the moist, sweet cake overwhelming my taste buds. Swallowing slowly, I sat quietly, awaiting Spencer’s next move. Instead of food or drink, this time I was rewarded for my trust and acquiescence with his mouth upon mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth with urgency as his hand gripped the back of my neck roughly.

  My hands reached out for him blindly, found the front of his shirt, and grasped it. Aching for him, my whole body throbbing with sexual tension, I pulled him closer as his tongue explored the depths of my mouth expertly. His other hand began to wander down the front of my dress, finding my breast, rubbing and pinching my nipple through the fabric. Feeling bold, maybe from the alcohol, or perhaps the safety of the blindfold, I let my hand wander down to the front of his slacks. His cock was a firm outline against his pants, and I ran my hand along the length, letting out a little whimper within his mouth.

  He broke the kiss immediately and let out a quiet groan, his hand within my hair yanking a bit. I felt him lean close to my ear before quietly telling me, “Not here Chloe. I am asking you now, would you like to go to my hotel room? Tonight will be the exception to the rules, I will allow you the freedom to move and touch me as you please. In return, you will allow me to fuck you so hard you will forget your own name. Just nod if you agree.”

  I nodded quickly, knowing that it wasn’t in my power to resist at this point even if I wanted to. Spencer quickly removed the blindfold, left two crisp hundred-dollar bills for the check, and ushered me out of the rear exit of the restaurant. He walked quickly, his hand in mine, the sounds of the city buzzing around us. Sneaking a quick look at his profile under the streetlights I was hit hard with how gorgeous he was, amazed for a moment I was here with a man, the first one since the trauma of my ex, and finally going to allow myself to be vulnerable.

  When I reached the passenger side of the car he pressed the remote to unlock the door, but just as I was about to reach for the handle he was pressing into me suddenly, slamming me against the side of the car hard, and thrusting his tongue into my mouth with savagery. I had an errant thought that his forcefulness should bother me after my past abuse, but I felt only trust and desire in the presence of this man. I melted into him, reveling in the cold feel of the car against my back and his hard cock pushing against the thin fabric of my dress. I needed him inside of me now. I arched against him tightly, nearly cumming at the pressure of his length against me.

  “Oh no you don’t.” Spencer scolded, pushing back from me and opening the car door, leaving me standing there panting and disheveled. His smile was strained, his frustration as apparent as mine. “Let’s go, now angel. I can’t stand this any longer.”

  The drive to the hotel seemed to go on indefinitely, mile after torturous mile went by as I tried to think about anything but feeling his body pressed against mine. Once again, the stereo blared the suggestive rap music, and I smiled a little at how out of character it seemed for this refined man. Clearly, this went along with the other side of him, the down and dirty, “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name” side.

  When I grew tired of gazing out the window at the busy city streets, I snuck a glance at the man in the driver's seat. The lights from an oncoming car lit the interior momentarily and I greedily drank in the sight of him. Breeze from the open window tousled his dirty blonde hair slightly. He stroked his chin impatiently, in what looked like a habitual gesture, and his five o'clock shadow made a rough noise against his palm. Vivid images began to run through my mind, at the thought of those rough whiskers against my skin. I shivered, watching him handle the steering wheel expertly, so self-assured and in control.

  Seeing me shiver, he locked gazes with me, his green eyes darkening when he noticed me undressing him with my eyes. "Are you cold angel?" From the secret little smile he flashed at me, it was more than obvious he knew I wasn't. Shaking my head slowly, I swallowed, trying to make my mouth work again. What was it about this man that could render me speechless with four little words and have me quivering with lust? His eyes returned to the road, and the next time he stroked his chin my hand tingled in response, itching to run itself across his skin.

  Feeling bold, I made sure the road was reasonably clear up ahead, then unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over to his side of the car. Glancing at me quickly with raised eyebrows was his only response before he returned his attention to driving. Leaning close, I ran my hand across his cheek and chin lightly, his unshaven skin bristling against my fingers. I heard his breathing increase, and knew how much my touch was affecting him. Gently pulling his head towards my mouth, I kissed him gently on the cheek, and saw his eyes close briefly as he let out a frustrated sigh.

  Trailing light kisses slowly down his neck, I let my hand linger on his chest, feeling its well-muscled definition beneath the white dress shirt. Nestling myself against his shoulder I inhaled the scent of him deeply, and then let my tongue run slowly up his neck. As I did it, a second time I was rewarded with a lust-filled moan as he shifted slightly in
his seat to stay focused on the road. My hand wandered down the front of his shirt to the waist of his pants, rubbing the tip of his straining cock gently.

  Suddenly I felt the car turning, as we headed down an alley between two buildings. It was incredibly dark, and I felt liquid fire being unleashed into my veins at the thought of his hands finally all over me. As soon as we were well off the main road, he parked the car closely against the side of a building and turned off the ignition. Even in the inky darkness, I could see the heat in his gaze as he leaned towards me.

  Grasping my chin tightly in his hand, he pulled my neck against his lips and bit it gently, moaning, "I can't wait Chloe. I need to fuck you right here, right now. But you need to understand, the normal rules won't apply between us just this one time." A tortured sigh escaped my lips as I nodded in agreement.

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair hard, tilting my head back to expose my neck and started to kiss his way from my ear down to my shoulder. The muscles in the very depths of me clenched tightly in response. As I felt his teeth lightly graze against my neck, I threaded my hands in his hair tightly. As he continued to kiss and nibble I felt myself crawling out of my skin with desire, the moisture pooling between my legs and I groaned, "Spencer..please..I need you inside me now."

  In response to my plea, he leaned his rough cheek against mine and growled, "Beg for it Chloe. Tell me what a filthy fucking angel you are." The dirty talk made me even more desperate. I found that I loved the sound of those words from his gorgeous lips. Then he was crushing his mouth against me, the kiss rough, and demanding. When his tongue plunged inside my mouth, an uncomfortably hot, almost painful ache began to throb within me. I whimpered softly when he tugged at my lower lip with his teeth.

  Breaking the kiss, he locked me with a heated gaze as I felt his hand against my upper thigh, pulling the hem of my dress up over my hips. Running his hand up my leg slowly he groaned, "Fuck, I am so hard for you right now it hurts." Then his hand was all over me, teasing me through the thin lace, his fingers caressing my dripping folds through the damp fabric. "Mm, you are so wet my little slut. Ready to cum for me you dirty thing?" He whispered softly, obviously enjoying my torture. The friction of the wet fabric against me came close to triggering my release, and as I felt his fingers slide under the edge of the lace, every nerve in my body stood at attention.

  Closing the distance between us, Spencer leaned over closer and met my lips in a searing kiss. Suddenly I felt two of his fingers plunge deep inside of me while his thumb expertly teased my clit. Within seconds, I could feel my inner walls clenching around his touch in a mind-shattering release, my breath coming in quick pants. He moaned loudly at the feel of my cum dripping onto his hand, and a look of raw, animalistic lust came over his face. Panting, I watched as he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his mouth. He began sucking them decadently as his eyes closed in appreciation. When he was finished he gave me a grin and said, “You are delicious my filthy little angel.”

  In that instant, I was overcome with a need to taste him as well. I reached over and began to unbuckle his belt, feeling the strain of his enormous erection against his slacks. I stroked it through the fabric with my other hand, running my tongue over my lip eagerly in anticipation. As I undid the zipper and slid my hand under the waist of his boxer-briefs, I heard the sharp intake of his breath. Shoving his pants down lower on his hips, I grasped his swollen cock in my hand as he moaned softly. After taking a moment to relish the sight of his tremendous size and girth, I leaned down to slowly run my tongue against the velvet soft skin at the tip. He threw his head back against the seat in surrender to my touch whispering, "Oh fuck, angel."

  As I was rewarded with a glistening drop of his desire at the head, I took him inside my mouth slowly inch by inch, all the way to the hilt. Running my tongue against the shaft I began to move my mouth firmly up and down his length, my cheeks hollowing tightly against him. He put his hands in my hair and fisted it, groaning, "Just like that my dirty little whore, you feel so fucking good." After a few minutes he groaned even louder and yanked my head back quickly by the hair. "Fuck the foreplay.”

  Yanking my panties off my hips so roughly I heard the fabric rip a little, Spencer moved the front seat back as far as it could go. He grabbed me by the hips and quickly pulled me into his lap. Unzipping my dress urgently, he pulled it up over my head before undoing the clasp of my bra and releasing my breasts. Reaching down with his mouth, he took one of my nipples gently in his teeth, tugging it as his hand pulled and twisted at the other rosy peak. The windows were beginning to fog a little, and I wondered for a moment if anyone would see us.

  Holding my waist firmly, he brought me higher onto his lap directly above his throbbing erection and shoved himself inside of me in one swift motion. We both cried out in ecstasy as he filled the depths of me completely, and I nearly came again at the sensation. His cock was so large, so thick, it seemed to reach places I had never been touched as he buried himself completely inside of me.

  As I began to rock my hips against him, I felt both of Spencer's hands reach down and grip my ass firmly, shoving himself even deeper inside. He uttered a primal noise, his eyes half-mast as he encouraged me, “Oh yes, just like that.." Then he gripped my ass even harder as he thrust his hips against mine as tightly as he could, moaning, "Ride me slut, fuck me!" His words sent me into a frenzy, and I began to ride him harder and faster with every breath. I felt the waves of pressure building deep inside and I whimpered quietly as I sought my release.

  When I started to feel my inner walls began to clench against him he grabbed onto me tightly, "No you don’t my filthy little angel." Catching my lips in a rough kiss, he silenced the moans of my pleasure against his mouth. I continued the rhythm without slowing, unable to stop myself, until I felt the sharp sting as he spanked me hard on the ass. I cried out in shock, surprised at how much I loved the way it felt, amazed with my history that I felt safe being hit this way. With a wicked grin, I begin the rhythm of my hips again, shoving down hard onto his swollen shaft and rocking quickly up and down again.

  Spencer's eyes were half-lidded for a moment and he shuddered slightly, then a stern look came across his face. “You don’t cum until I say you can little slut!” He shouted, but somehow I knew his words were just in play and loved how wicked they made me feel. Not ready to obey just yet, I shook my head slowly as I gripped the headrest of his seat for leverage and slammed down on him as hard as I could. Loving the guttural sound he made, I reached out and threaded my hands through his hair, yanking his head back to get complete access to his neck.

  I saw the surprised look that flashed across his face as I continued to ride him and hold his head back roughly. Growing serious, he said quietly, "Only this once can you fuck me this way Chloe. After this there will be rules to follow my sweet angel."

  Nodding and slowing down, I leaned over and licked my way up his neck incredibly slowly, making my way to his mouth before shoving my tongue in it roughly. Letting go of the grip on my ass, he brought his hands up to fist in my hair as we continued to kiss. Realizing he still had his shirt on, I broke the kiss before yanking it open and shoving it hurriedly off his broad shoulders. His chest was sculpted perfectly, with just the right amount of dark blonde hair trailing down his stomach. “I know Spencer. So shut your fucking mouth and let me enjoy this.” I saw him smile faintly, looking both irritated and amused at my bossy tone.

  Slowing the rhythm, nearly to a stop I leaned down and licked my way up his stomach, stopping at his nipples. I heard him let out a pleasured sigh as the roughness of my tongue grated against the sensitive skin. "God Spencer, do you have any idea how much I want you? I could never get enough of this baby." I whispered as I licked my way slowly up the other side of his neck. Pulling his earlobe between my teeth, I felt his hand grasp the back of my head tightly.

  "Mm..Chloe," he groaned as he arched into my touch and spoke in a heartfelt tone, abandoning the dirty talk temporarily. "I wish you knew wh
at you do to me." Smiling to myself I continued to ride him roughly once again, my pace getting more and more urgent as I built my way back up towards orgasm. "Stop whore!" He commanded sternly, going back into his Master persona, and spanking me harder than ever.

  When I showed no signs of stopping, he spanked me again immediately, the sound of it resonating in the car. I cried out, but not in pain, the sting of it was exquisite torture, giving new meaning to the phrase 'hurts so good'. It was thrilling to have the touch of a man be rough without being cruel and I relished every moment. "You want more my naughty, filthy little angel?" Spencer's voice dropped incredibly low with the question as he pinned me with his sexy half-smile.

  In answer, I nodded and let out a lustful moan. His face took on a different look entirely, a devilish smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, as he demanded in a stern tone, "Turn around angel." Next, I felt the silk scarf over my eyes again, taking away my vision. Then I heard him pull the belt out of the waistband of his slacks and wind it around his hand.

  At first, I was shocked as he brought it across my ass and whipped me. The snap of it against my skin made me jump, but after several times I begin to groan with pleasure. This was what I needed, the sweet release that only pain he inflicted upon me could bring. After a few more lashes, he stopped and brought his mouth to the sensitive skin and kissed it slowly. Leaning next to my ear, he whispered softly, almost reverently, "Good girl." Then grabbing me roughly, he commanded, "Now bring your ass back in my lap and fuck me like a filthy little angel should."