Mastering Her Desires

by Melinda Barron

  It wasn’t that big, but if she aimed it right at his temple, she could definitely do some damage. Piper held it close to her breast as the footsteps continued to progress through the house.

  She looked at the rock in her hand, and then glanced at the cell phone on her table. What the hell had she been thinking?

  “I’m calling the cops,” she screamed out.

  “Go ahead.” The voice came from her doorway. “Response time being what it is, I’m sure I could have you out of here before they arrived.”

  She dropped the rock on the floor. “Damn it, Kenan. Are you trying to scare the hell out of me? What are you doing here?” Piper glanced to where he lounged in the doorway, one shoulder resting against the jamb.

  “You’re late.”

  “I am not.” She pointed at the alarm clock by her bed. “I have little more than an hour to go.”

  He chuckled, and it sounded almost evil. “You’ll never make it to my house before your arrival time. You should have allotted yourself more, shall we say, wiggle room.”

  “How did you get in?”

  He shook his finger at her like she’d been a bad girl. “You’re talking.”

  “Damn right I am. This is my house, and you just broke into it.” She put on her best mad stance, hands on hips, feet apart, eyes narrowed.

  When he held up a key, she groaned.

  “Cherokee gave it to me earlier. She was afraid you would need a little prodding. If that’s the case, we need to discuss the entire arrangement. I don’t want you doing something you’re not comfortable with.”

  “I’m fine,” she said quickly. “I have no trouble with anything.”

  “You’re positive?”

  “One hundred percent.” She relaxed her stance and batted her eyes at him.

  He watched her for a few seconds, and she wondered if she seemed too relaxed, as if it were all an act.

  “You won’t have any trouble proving it to me, will you?”

  “No.” It may have been a while for her, but they were in Dom/sub mode now. She spread her legs, clasped her hands behind her back and lowered her gaze to the floor. “What shall I do for you, Master?”

  “For one thing, I’m not your Master. I’ve never cared for that term. You will call me Sir.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “The first thing you’re going to do is sign a contract and pick out a safe word.” He pulled a sheet of paper from his back pocket. “Read it first.”

  She looked it over. It said she’d be paid the sum of ten thousand dollars in her role as “his assistant”. It didn’t surprise her that the wording was so vague. She crossed to her dressing table. She kept pens and paper in the top drawer. After signing it, she handed it back to him.

  That disappeared into his pocket and another reappeared. “Standing Dom/sub contract. You agree to obey; I agree to be your Dom.”

  She’d heard of contracts before, but she’d never signed one. She looked over the terms. It gave him complete control of her body. In return, he would care for and nurture her. There would be spankings, bondage, and other BDSM play, but nothing that would permanently harm her.

  The clause that stuck out was one that said, “safe, sane, and consensual”. All play stopped when the safe word was used.

  He’d already signed it. She scrawled her signature on the line provided and handed it to him.

  “Safe word?”

  “Not sure,” she said with a shrug.

  “How about cilantro, since it seems to be your favorite spice.”

  Her lips seemed to draw in of their own accord. Damn Cherokee and her big mouth.

  “Fine.”

  “On your knees.”

  Once she was in position, she could hear him moving across the floor. Her heart seemed to sync with the movement of his steps. He stopped in front of her, and she tried not to groan as she heard the sound of a belt buckle, of a button sliding through fabric, of a zipper going down.

  “I need to know you’re not going to balk at any sort of physical contact between us because if you are, then I need to search for another submissive, and I need this weekend to do it.”

  Her chest rose and fell rapidly because she knew what was about to happen. Would she be able to submit to a man she’d known less than twenty-four hours?

  You’re already doing it, she said silently. You’re on your knees, awaiting his instructions. He stroked her hair, and she fought the urge to lift her gaze to what she knew was right in front of her.

  “Suck my dick.”

  Chapter Two

  Panic seized Piper as Kenan’s words flowed over her. This was like a pop quiz, and she was going to fail miserably. She took several deep breaths, trying to find the courage to suck a man she’d just met. It wasn’t like she was a simpering virgin. But she knew the men she slept with; knew them well.

  One more deep breath and she opened her mouth and prepared to take Kenan into her mouth, only it was too late. He’d taken a step back, was putting his hard cock back into his pants and zipping up.

  “Wait,” she exhaled loudly. “You just caught me by surprise; that’s all. I’ll do it.” She reached out and lightly traced the outline of his dick. “Please, Master?” Piper gasped at her mistake. “I mean, Sir.”

  “No.” He crossed the floor and sat down in the chair she kept in the corner. Her former Master had put it there, so she could kneel on it, her nose against the wall while he wielded a belt against her ass. She loved that chair.

  “Come to me,” he said.

  Piper dropped to all fours and hurried toward him. When she was close, he spread his legs, and she stopped between them. Her gaze fastened on his crotch. He was still hard.

  “You’re looking at this the wrong way.”

  She dropped her gaze to the floor.

  “That’s not what I meant. I’m talking about our arrangement. You’re hung up on the sex part. What you need to realize is that you’re going to help me catch a killer, one who has taken the lives of two people, spent a whopping one whole day in jail, and never seen the inside of a courtroom.”

  His words made her shiver.

  “That was a year ago,” he continued. “His family has wealth and power, and they convinced a judge to grant him bail. My boss was dumb enough to write it, and as soon as the ink was dry, the asshole was on a private plane for parts unknown. It’s taken me this long to find him. I need to know you can work with me, help provide me with a cover, so I can put him where he belongs behind bars.”

  “That’s…horrid.”

  He grunted. “That’s putting it mildly. I trust Cherokee that’s why I took her suggestion that you could work with me. I hope she’s not wrong.”

  Piper watched as Kenan opened his pants and took out his cock. “Now, suck my dick. Show me you can follow orders.”

  This time she didn’t hesitate. She took his thick length into her mouth, sucking him as deep as she could. He put his hand on her head, grasping a handful of hair and guiding her up and down.

  “Much better,” he groaned, “suck me hard.”

  She licked the ridges of his cock, the salty, masculine taste intoxicating. Damn it, she loved dick, and it had been so freaking long. She wanted to sit on him, take him deep inside her, and fuck him until they both came.

  “Cherokee told me you had a talented tongue,” he said huskily.

  She pushed against his hand, his cock popping away from her mouth. “She told you I’m bi? What else did she say?”

  “Did I tell you to talk or suck cock?”

  “I can’t believe she told you!” She started to stand, but he put both hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place.

  “We’re going to have some trouble with your temper I can see.” There was a short pause. “Look at me.”

  She gazed into his dark eyes.

  “Answer the question I asked you.”

  The urge to tell him to go to hell was strong. She didn’t like it that he and Cherokee had been discussing her like she wa
s a piece of meat. Finally, she said, “You told me to suck dick.”

  “That’s right, and for disobeying me you’re going to get a few licks with my belt. Go to the bed, take your jeans down to your knees, and bend over with your head on the mattress, your ass high in the air.”

  No, no, no! “Yes, Sir.” Piper followed his instructions, excitement fighting with dread as she followed his directions. After she’d lowered her jeans and panties, she rested her head on the bed. She clasped her hands behind her back and spread her legs.

  “I guess you can follow directions,” he said.

  A gasp escaped her lips as he reached between her legs and cupped her bare mons. His fingers pushed aside her labia, and he explored her expertly before he found her slave ring. He tugged on it, and Piper groaned. She loved that deep sharp stab of pain that shot through her.

  She rolled her hips, and his hand left her immediately.

  “How dare you?”

  “Sir? Did I do something wrong?

  “Trying to get pleasure from my fingers with your movements. In the future, you will stay still unless I give you permission to move. Now, I’m going to whip you. Count the strokes, but don’t ask for another, and don’t thank me until the end.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “When you count, do it loudly and clearly. If you mess up in any way, I start over. This is the way it will always be. I don’t expect to give instructions on it again, so tell me exactly what you do when I whip you.”

  Piper repeated his directions. For an answer, he put a knee on the bed and put his body over hers. He laid the belt on the bed, right next to her head.

  He asked if he needed to secure her hands behind her back, and she told him she would stay in position. After that, he instructed her to kiss the belt, to accept her punishment. The leather was warm against her lips.

  “Again.”

  She did as he instructed.

  “Once more.” After she’d kissed it a third time, he grasped the belt in his large hand. He pulled it backward, and she watched as it snaked toward the end of the bed.

  She bit her lip when she felt the leather on her ass, but it wasn’t a strike. He had obviously grasped one end in each hand and was now rubbing it back and forth to warm up her ass. That was a good Dom, she knew, someone who made sure the sub was ready for what was about to happen.

  She was just relaxing into the feeling when the first strike came. The sharp pain stole her breath, and she almost forgot to count. She’d barely said, “One,” when the second one landed, and then the third. By the time they’d reached seventeen, she didn’t miss a beat in getting out the words.

  Each strike brought new sensations, new feelings of pleasure that soaked into her. If this were his idea of punishment, she’d make sure she was punished as often as possible while they were in Belize. If there was one thing Piper loved, it was the hard strike of leather against her ass and thighs. Unfortunately, he kept the belt trained on her behind.

  When they reached twenty-five, he stopped.

  “Suck me off,” he demanded, and Piper dropped to her knees, taking him as deeply as possible, sucking and licking. She came up for deep breaths of air before diving back in. He wove his fingers into her hair, using his hold to guide her. The contact sent delicious chills through her body, straight to her nipples and clit.

  The sounds of slurping and sucking filled the room. It fueled her desire to take him deeper, taste what he would give her at the end. It didn’t seem to take that long. When the salty tang hit her tongue, she put her hands on his thighs and drank him down.

  His deep groans of appreciation let her know she’d pleased him. She moved her mouth away from him slowly, then lowered her gaze to the floor. What would come next, she knew, were instructions for her to play with her clit, to come for him. But no such commands came.

  “Cherokee was right,” he finally said. “You love to be spanked. If you think that was punishment, you’re mistaken. Your punishment will be denial. No orgasm for you until tomorrow. Now, get up and finish packing. We need to run a few errands, and then we’ll go to my house.”

  Anger surged through her again. What else had her roomie told the man who had hired her? There was no telling what exactly he knew about her desires and what fueled her sexually. Actually, she thought as she stood up, it seemed he knew quite a bit.

  “Don’t take long,” he said from the doorway, “and change into a dress, no panties. You may not be allowed to come, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get pleasure out of watching you play with your pussy while we’re driving around town.”

  * * * *

  Piper wasn’t exactly his type; he liked his subs a little more compliant, more willing to do without hesitation. Of course, that’s what made her perfect for this job—he wasn’t worried about her behavior in the long run, just as to how it affected him for the next few weeks. Physically, she was exactly what he wanted, a woman who looked like a woman, not a stick-figure model they used as a hanger at fashion shows.

  But she would take a lot of training to undo some bad habits, such as speaking out of turn, she’d obviously picked up from her former Master. But he didn’t have to worry about that. He just needed to make sure she would fit into his plan in the here and now.

  “Lift your skirt,” he said.

  He heard the rustle of material as she followed his instructions. He kept his eyes on the road and let silence rule in the car. When they’d started out, he’d told her to remain silent until given further instructions, and she’d complied. Now, she’d followed two instructions without question, a definite step in the right direction. They didn’t have time for a long-term “courtship”. This had to be a three-night get-to-know-each-other-immediately relationship.

  “Spread your legs, and then tell me how you like to be fucked.”

  “We’re not going to fuck, remember?”

  Kenan sighed. “You were doing so well, and you just blew it.”

  “I just don’t see why I have to tell you about something this has nothing to do with…”

  “Because I told you to, that’s why. What’s your favorite position? Do you like it doggy style? Or do you like to ride a dick? Or take it up the ass?”

  Her swallow was audible before she said, “Doggy.”

  “Yeah, most women like that. Goes in deeper.” He took the freeway exit that would lead to his favorite grocery store. They had some shopping to do, and he wanted her uncomfortable in the store, to see how she reacted to him in public.

  “Tell me about the first time you were tied up. How did it make you feel? And I want more than a one word answer.”

  She fidgeted in her seat. “An old boyfriend of mine tied me to the bed, spread-eagle. He ate my pussy, and then he fucked me.”

  “Sounds delicious. Was he a Dom?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Just a vanilla experiment, huh?” He pulled up at a light, right next to a cop car. In his larger SUV, there was no way the officer could see inside, so he wouldn’t know Piper’s pussy was exposed.

  She glanced at the official vehicle, put her hands on her skirt, and pulled it down.

  “Did I give you permission for that?”

  “But Sir, I—he—can see.”

  “Put it back up.” He glanced at her. “Now.”

  The seconds ticked by as he waited for her to respond, one, two three, all the way to twelve before she did as he’d ordered. The light had already changed, and the cop had taken off as soon as it had. He was going to have to figure out a punishment that would make her obey quicker.

  “Tell me how he was going to see in this car, when we are in an SUV, much higher than his vehicle?”

  “I’m just nervous,” she blurted out.

  “And nerves give you the right to disobey me?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Kenan waited for her to apologize, and when she didn’t, he turned into the nearest parking lot. It was an empty office building, and he drove to the back of the lot and put the car in
park. He turned his gaze to her. “Who’s in charge?”

  “You are, Sir.”

  “Am I?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His eyes narrowed just a little. He slowly moved his hand over to her thigh, and then up to the V between her legs. She was wet. Good. He found the ring and moved it very gently.

  “If I was in charge, you would never speak out of turn, or pull down your skirt when I told you to put it up, or question what I asked you to do.” She opened her mouth, and he held up his hand to stop her. “We’re going to the grocery store to get some ingredients for this weekend. We’re going to spend a lot of time in the kitchen, learning each other’s cooking rhythms. While we’re in the store, you will not speak unless spoken to, and you will follow my instructions to the letter. Any variation and you go back to your apartment in a cab.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Kenan spread her labia with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. With his other forefinger he rubbed her clit, which rested in the middle of the slave ring. The air in the car grew heavier, and his cock, so perfectly sated by her blowjob, throbbed with need. She was going to have to suck him again. Maybe he should make her do it here, or in the parking lot of the store. Public sex always provided him with a little thrill.

  He wondered what she would look like when she came, when the flush of orgasm spread through her. She would be beautiful he was sure. Tomorrow morning he would find out. Tonight, though, he would torture her with need, keep her right on the edge. He pinched the little bundle of nerves.

  Piper cried out, just as there was a knock on the driver’s side window. Kenan glanced in the rearview mirror to see red and blue lights flashing. Holy crap, he’d allowed himself to be distracted. This wasn’t good.

  Kenan kept the fingers of his right hand in place. The officer shined the light in the car, and Kenan knew full well the cop had a perfect view of Piper’s pussy.

  “Open the window,” the man ordered, and Kenan obeyed.

  “Evening, Officer. Nice night for a fuck, isn’t it?” He felt Piper tense under his fingers. The cop still had the light trained between her legs.