Teach Me, Master (Neighbors, 3)

by Qwillia Rain

  A squeal of triumph vibrated through the phone. “Thank you, thank you, you are an angel.”

  Ninety minutes later Triss relaxed back in her seat, enjoying the warm herbal tea and the freedom to just … be.

  “Long day?” Jynn asked.

  “Kinda.” Triss sighed. “Had to work on two apartments today. I finished one, but couldn’t get to the other because the maintenance guys were replacing the dishwasher this afternoon.”

  “Does that put you behind schedule?” Jynn asked.

  Triss shook her head. “Nah. Lynnette said it was okay. I’ll have access to the unit tomorrow and it won’t take me any time to get the place done.”

  “So what happens after tomorrow?”

  Triss shrugged, “I work on my draft and try to get it ready for Blair.”

  “No more apartments to clean? Business offices to sanitize?” Jynn teased.

  “Always those, just nothing scheduled after Thursday. So far.” Triss leaned forward in her chair and kept her tone low to avoid other diners from overhearing. “I’ve got an idea.”

  Jynn’s green gold eyes twinkled with amusement as her friend bent closer. “Tell me.”

  The idea had been stirring in her mind for longer than a few days. Since the first night she’d met Vince, the story had been percolating, drawing strength from long-buried curiosity. With the experience she’d gained with Vince over the last six months, she might as well put it to good use. Triss whispered, “Bondage.”

  Jynn’s eyes went wide and she spluttered. “What?”

  “For my next book. I think I want to have the characters involved in bondage and that stuff.”

  Jynn gasped. She slumped in her seat and gave Triss an aggrieved look. “You about gave me a heart attack, woman.”

  Triss was perplexed, her mind focused on the story developing in her head. If Jynn was repulsed by the idea, what would her editor, her publisher, hell, her fans think about the new direction she was interested in taking. “Why? Do you think it’s too much? I know my stories haven’t dealt with anything that hard core yet, although I do have a scene --”

  Jynn snorted and stayed quiet long enough to take a sip of her tea. “I thought you were talking about for yourself.”

  Triss dropped her gaze to her tea. She’d never told Jynn about her calls with Vince. And she never would if she could help it. “Puhlease. I have enough going on in my life, I do not need some man coming along to mess that up.”

  Even as she said it though, she hesitated, her mind conjuring an image of leather collars and handcuffs and Vince, but she quickly shook it off. No matter how much a part of her craved to explore BDSM with Vince, she doubted her common sense and nice girl nature would allow her. She’d survived this long without it, she could go the rest of her life never knowing the feel of handcuffs and a flogger across her ass. The naughty girl within her bit back a whimper at the sense of loss invoked by the thought. Her body supported the disappointment with a chill deep within her core.

  “Liar.” Jynn taunted gently. “If Mr. Yummy were to walk in that door right now and crook his finger at you, you’d be gone in a heartbeat.”

  Triss grinned. Heat filled her cheeks when she recalled the previous afternoon’s encounter. Not to mention last night and all the other nights like it. “I admit I’d be tempted. But that’s fantasy, Jynn.” She had to keep reminding herself of that.

  Jynn purred, her eyelids drooping in a sexy look that had both women chuckling again. “And you do fantasy so well.”

  “Yes, yes I do fantasy well.” And that’s all Mr. Yummy would be, Triss reasoned. A fantasy. An unfulfilled fantasy, because no self-respecting, independent woman should enjoy having some man ordering her around, the logical side within her piped up. At least that’s how her mama raised her.

  But it felt so good.

  Jynn’s expression grew sly, “Wonder what your fans would say if they found out you ain’t never got some.”

  Triss glanced around to make sure no one had overheard. “Jynn!”

  “I mean, seriously, Triss. Twenty-eight is a little old to still--”

  “Enough, Jynn.” Triss gave her a hard stare.

  They’d been through the subject of her lack of sexual experience too many times to count. Having it pointed out on the heels of her decision never to indulge Vince’s request only made her body ache more. “If the opportunity had presented itself at a convenient time in the past, we wouldn’t have this discussion every time you decide to play mother hen.”

  Jynn pouted but kept her mouth closed.

  Determined to return the discussion to her original question, she continued, “I’ve done some searching online and I’ve found some books to go through. So I think I should be able to pull it off.” She didn’t dare mention the lessons Vince had provided in the last year.

  Irrepressible as ever, Jynn plunged into the new subject. “I’m sure you will. How far are you thinking of taking it? Did you just want to have the characters tying each other up, or were you going to go full on, no-holds barred BDSM?”

  Triss couldn’t suppress a shiver of anticipation when a fleeting image of Vince, clad only in black leather pants, holding a riding crop and watching her, came to mind. She swallowed and croaked out, “Not sure yet, but I know I want a scene with a spanking, a blindfold and cuffs, and maybe even a role play of some sort between master and submissive.” After last night that particular scene was a must.

  Jynn blinked in surprise, a low whistle slipping free. “Wow, how long have you been thinking about this?”

  No way was she about to confess to Jynn that the ideas had started showing up not long after she’d spied Vince with one of his lovers. The black handled flogger and elaborately tied ropes binding the woman’s arms had featured in a number of Triss’s dreams and fantasies. Ones in which she was the bound woman kneeling before Vince. “A while. What do you think of my idea?”

  Her friend lifted her napkin and playfully waved it in the air. “Honey, pass the ice water. It’s going to be a hot one!”

  Triss laughed. “Thanks for the support.” She peered over Jynn’s head and signaled to the waitress. “And, as much as I’d like to stick around I still have pages to key in.”

  “Want any company?”

  She dug her wallet out of her bag and started pulling out enough money to cover her share of the meal. “No. I’d never get anything done if you came over.”

  “You just don’t want to share the Tuesday Temptation.” Jynn teased.

  It took a moment before Triss realized that it was Tuesday. She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I can’t believe I told you about that,” Triss muttered. Which made her even gladder that she’d refrained from sharing the details about the phone calls.

  Jynn rolled her eyes and extracted money for her half of the check from her wallet. “Like I wouldn’t get suspicious when you refused to let me come over on Tuesday nights.”

  “It isn’t every Tuesday night,” Triss hedged. At least it hadn’t been every Tuesday night until about six months ago, after he’d challenged her to play a game and turned a regular phone call into phone sex.

  “It was often enough that you had to ‘fess up to it to me.”

  Triss shook her forefinger at her friend, “I only told you because you were on the phone when -- well, at the time.”

  “Ha, the thought of watching Mr. Yummy jerking off had you so rattled you didn’t know what the hell you were saying,” Jynn reminded her. “You had to tell me what was going on.”

  “Only because you threatened to come to my apartment.” Triss stopped talking and handed the bill to the waitress, she smiled and returned the woman’s wishes for a good night.

  Jynn waited until they’d left the cafe and headed for their vehicles in the parking lot before continuing the discussion. “And I should have dropped in once you told me what you were watching.” She held her hand up, a sliver of space between her forefinger and thumb. “Do you know how many times I’ve been this
close to showing up one Tuesday night so I can see what has you so tongue tied over that man.”

  “I wouldn’t let you in.” Triss surprised herself at the adamant response. She and Jynn had been friends since second grade and were privy to each other’s deepest secrets, but the thought of Jynn watching Vince, of her knowing about their phone conversations. No. She shook away the sting of jealousy that rose up.

  “You’re really serious about this guy.”

  “For goodness’s sake, Jynn. I barely know him. We run into each other once in a while. Why would you think it’s anything more that simple lust?” Even Triss could tell her denials were insincere.

  Jynn’s expression clearly showed her doubts on the subject. “Triss --”

  Triss cut her off. “It’s okay, Jynn. There’s nothing to worry about. Nothing is ever going to happen.”

  Doubt was evident, but Jynn didn’t say anything more about Vince as Jynn slid into her sedan and Triss climbed into her truck and waved goodbye. On the way home, Triss didn’t want to dwell on Jynn’s concerns. Fantasy was all well and good, but thinking it can become reality was the action of a fool. And Triss prided herself on her rational decisions and clear-headed choices. She steadfastly ignored the little voice that tried to recall Vince’s parting words the day before which he’d repeated later last night.

  I won’t wait much longer.

  * * * * *

  He watched the shadows shift on the balcony across the street and knew she’d settled into her chair to watch him. He’d lost the feeling of being on display, of performing like a pet monkey, months ago after he’d reached a shattering orgasm by closing his eyes and imagining Treats stroking his cock. That it was her small, soft hands gliding up and down the thick shaft, working his erection to a pulsing finale. That his grunts and groans and sharp cry of release echoed in her feminine tones. His cum marking her breasts and belly, coating her hands. That her every action, touch, whisper were designed to show him the pleasure she found in pleasing him.

  Her master.

  Too many times, he’d wanted to tease her with a gift from his favorite adult toy store. He’d given in after two months of sharing intimate instructions over the phone. Something in her dark brown eyes called to him. The same instincts that had him plotting the scenes they’d play together assured him that the woman inside Triss Long would be the sweetest submissive he’d ever trained. Her responsiveness to his commands over the phone only reinforced his suspicions.

  A part of him wanted to attribute his attraction to the year of celibacy he’d endured since meeting Triss and his decision to wait for her to come to him. She was still skittish, but his Tuesday night performances had gone a long way toward relieving his pent-up frustrations, as well as showing her -- from a distance -- how he liked to be handled. Their phone calls had developed a level of trust between them. Now it was time to get her to open the door and let him in.

  He lifted his phone from the nightstand and dialed. He wouldn’t use his headset tonight, too much chance of dislodging it. Her stillness on the balcony assured him she realized who was calling. It only took a moment for her to head inside, but she was breathless when she picked up her cell and set the coffee mug on the end table.

  “Hello?”

  “Are you ready to play?”

  There was a long pause, then, “Yes.”

  “What do you say to me, pet?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Very good. Take off your clothes.” He rolled onto his side, watching through his open curtains. She clutched her blanket around her shoulders and stared, wide-eyed, through her sliding glass doors at him.

  “I --it wouldn’t -- ”

  “Refusing?”

  She seemed to hesitate, her gaze moved toward the overhead light illuminating her living room. “The light, Master,” she hedged.

  “Leave it on.”

  “But someone could see -- ”

  Bringing their play into the light was key to their moving forward. He wouldn’t back down. He could see the idea of someone other than him seeing her naked bothered her. With the plans he had for her, it was important he get her past that. “And it pleases me that your only concern is for my pleasure. Are you ashamed of your body, Treats?”

  She shook her head. “No, Master.”

  Vince took note of the pleasure having her call him Master engendered, but he stayed focused on his goal. “Do you think I am ashamed of your body?”

  She only hesitated a moment. “No, Master.”

  “I find pleasure in looking at you, pet. That is all that should concern you.”

  “I’m flattered, but -- ”

  “My pleasure isn’t important to you?”

  He could see the frustration and annoyance building on her face even at this distance. She paced in front of her sofa, the blanket dragging on the floor. “It is important, I just -- ”

  His voice sharp, he commanded, “Then strip. Show me the body I will be fucking soon.”

  “Fine!” she snapped and said nothing in response to his assumption about a physical relationship.

  The sound of the phone hitting something corresponded to the sight of her tossing it onto the sofa cushions. She shrugged off the blanket and let it fall to the floor. Her hands pulled at the fastenings of her jeans, before she shoved them over her hips and stepped out of them. The tee-shirt she wore was tugged over her head and thrown aside, then quickly followed by her bra and panties.

  Vince stifled a groan when she turned her back to him and bent over to retrieve her phone. Her ass was round and perfect for spanking. She straightened and put the phone to her ear, he barely heard her over the rush of blood in his ears as it all headed south to his groin.

  Triss glared through the sliding glass doors at him, her voice sharp over the phone. “There. Happy now?”

  “I’m going to enjoy paddling your ass before I fuck it, pet.” Vince informed her, fighting back the laughter her hissy fit prompted.

  “I’ve never -- ”

  His desires rolled out of him in a rumbling growl. “I like a virgin ass, Treats, but tempting me to come over there and warm it up then stretch it out isn’t on tonight’s agenda.”

  Triss’s eyes went wide. She gasped. “I didn’t.”

  “You play the brat very well, pet. But I’ll cure you of it.”

  He could hear her trying to catch her breath as she toppled backward onto the couch. “Oh my.”

  “Address me correctly.”

  She was still breathless. “Y -- yes, Master.”

  “Monday nights we play for your pleasure. In the past, I’ve let you explore, but tonight we play solely for my pleasure.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You are to watch me and learn how to please me. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Vince kept his tone firm. “I will tell you what will be expected of you when you join me in my bed. You must pay close attention, listen to me, because if you fail when you are with me, you will be punished. Is that understood?”

  Her breathing was loud in his ear. She seemed to be working on regaining her control. Finally, in a choked whisper, she agreed, “Yes, Master.”

  “Very good. I have left the light on beside my bed so you can see more clearly. Wrap your blanket around your shoulders and come sit out on your balcony.”

  Vince waited until she took a seat in the chair, the phone to one ear, the blanket held closed at her throat. That wouldn’t do. Rolling onto his back, he engaged the speaker function on his phone and set it on the mattress beside him. “Let go of the blanket, pet. I want to see the tits that belong to me as you learn how to satisfy me.”

  She balked for a moment before giving in. The chill air made her shiver and he imagined her nipples instantly hardening into stiff little peaks.

  “Good girl.”

  Her grumbled reply was barely audible. “I used to be.”

  He kept his head turned so he could watch her as he wrapped his right hand around
his cock, allowing her a clear view at the pace of his strokes. “You still are. Wear your hair down, pet. I like the feel of it on my skin.”

  She reached up and tugged the band around her ponytail free. Her dark hair tumbled around her face and over her shoulders. “Yes, Master.”

  “Wet your lips. Think how good it feels to taste my cock, to slide your lips over it, your teeth nipping at my flesh.”

  Triss groaned, but he could see the tip of her tongue moisten her lips.

  “Come on, baby, come ‘ere. Put those sweet hands on me.” He squeezed his cock tight, increasing the friction of each stroke.

  Triss’s harsh breathing sounded over his telephone. She moaned, her voice a whisper in the bedroom. “Yes, Master. You feel so hot. So hard.”

  He let his eyes drift closed, capturing the fantasy in his mind. “Will you crawl to me, pet?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Offer me your breasts.”

  “They are yours. Can’t you see them, waiting for your touch, Master.”

  Vince could almost see her full ripe breasts hovering over him, making his mouth water. Precum leaked onto his hand, lubricating the increased pressure and pace of his grip and stroke. “I can smell how wet you are, pet, but I want your mouth.”

  “Of course, Master. Tell me what I must do.”

  He grinned. She sounded as excited and turned on as he. She played the game so well, falling into her role of submissive easily. She’d be a delight to train when he convinced her to join him. He opened his eyes to see her free hand fondling her breast. “Hands on me, Treats. No touching yourself without my permission.”

  “Please Master.”

  “No. Now, I want to feel your hair on me.”

  She nodded. “Here, Master, on your stomach?”

  “Lower.” He could practically feel the silky slide of each chocolaty strand over his groin.

  “Like this, Master?”

  He answered with a moan, his hand moving a bit faster over his cock.

  “Shall I stroke faster? Harder, Master?”

  He could picture her soft hands covering his own, her breath blowing over his hot, straining flesh. The way she lowered her mouth toward his penis, the wet pink lips opening and the tip of her tongue peeking out to lap at the milky drops, sent him over the edge. Hot cum splashed against his belly, smeared his hand.