When it comes to being a Dom, he is the Master of surprises.
After the Christmas retreat in their custom-made dungeon at their home, Dom Davis Cathal and his sub, Samantha Merry, decide to take a summer vacation away for a change of scenery. Finding a place that suits their needs and packing the necessary play items for two weeks is a challenge—one they relish in. When a work emergency causes Davis to stay behind an extra day, he instructs Samantha to go alone to set up the place for their play time.
Samantha arrives to find the cottage destination less than ideal. Determined to make the best of it, she goes about the task of preparing for playtime with her Dom. When one too many things go wrong, she is unable to hide her disappointment. Count on Davis to take control and show his sub that with a little discipline, any place is perfect for play and that sometimes disappointments bring about the best surprises.
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The Master of Surprise
Copyright © 2017 Kellie Kamryn
ISBN: 978-1-4874-1111-4
Cover art by Angela Waters
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The Master of Surprise
By
Kellie Kamryn
Dedication
For those who love with all their Heart
To Pout, Or Not to Pout
As she knew he’d allay her fears,
She tried to hold back the tears,
Her Dom always knew best,
Together they’d figure out the rest...
Samantha Merry bit her lips together, doing her best not to pout. Standing in her bra and panties in the middle of the kitchen, the air-conditioned cool air of the house pebbled her skin. Davis—her Dom—sat in a chair with his feet planted on the floor and stared straight at her while tapping a riding crop in the palm of his hand.
She did her best not to shiver at the thought of the crop smacking across her ass. Davis knew she enjoyed a spanking of any kind and denying her was punishment. He looks so damn handsome too, with his blond brush cut I love running my hands over, and his sculpted physique. Despite her best effort, her body quivered then as his green eyes pierced her gaze.
She inhaled a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. She knew her hissy fit was unwarranted. It wasn’t his fault that his job needed him to come in and finish a project. As the principle IT guy at an environmental firm, everyone had been working around the clock to see that everything was perfect for their new clients. This would bring in big money for everyone, plus he enjoyed his job. She couldn’t deny him that.
However... They’d been planning their summer vacation since Christmas, and she couldn’t help but be disappointed with the slight change in plans. Her school year as a kindergarten teacher had ended two days ago, and she’d been packing for their trip while he continued to work long hours to finish up in order to join her on vacation.
She did her best to stand stock still. If she endured the small round of discipline, Davis might reward her. She decided to picture herself skinny dipping in the lake close to the cabin they’d rented. The thought reminded her she’d be without Davis for the first night. Without realizing it, her lips formed a pout, and her forehead crinkled in a frown. The slap of the riding crop against Davis’ hand snapped her to attention. Damn it...
“You’re sorely lacking in discipline today, my girl,” Davis commented.
At the lack of heat in his words, Samantha’s body relaxed, and the urge to cry welled up. “I’m sorry, Sir. I know you’re needed at work, and it’s important to you. It’s important to me too.” She sniffed back tears. “It’s just, well, I love teaching, but end-of-year reports are so time-consuming, not to mention stressful, and even though I love my job, I need the break. Plus, it’s always sad to see another class go after I’ve spent so much time with them over the year.”
“I know.” Davis held out a hand to her. “Come here.”
Samantha swallowed hard and stepped forward to take his hand. He pulled her onto his lap, and she curled up like a little girl, tucking her head under his chin. “I’ve missed you too,” she said, her voice sounding small. “I was really looking forward to leaving with you tomorrow, not going by myself.”
Davis kept the crop in one hand to remind her of his dominance and ran the fingers of his other hand through her hair. “I know. But I need you to go without me and get everything set up for when I get there. Then we will have lots of time to relax and play. I promise.” He threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and tugged until her head tilted back enough for her to look at him. “If you’re a good girl and do what I ask, I will reward you in the most delicious ways possible.” For good measure, he yanked on her hair a little harder.
Samantha gasped. “Yes, Sir.”
Davis’ lips hovered over hers. “Good girl.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Never doubt I love you.” He brushed his lips over hers. “I will be with you as soon as I can.” He lifted her up, and set her on her feet, then smacked a warning across one ass cheek with the crop. “A little taste of what’s to come.” He winked. “Now, let me help you pack your car and make sure you’ve got everything we need, okay?”
“Okay, Sir.” She framed his face in her hands, love for her Dom swelling up in her heart. “May I kiss you, Sir?”
“Of course, Sammie-girl.”
With all the passion she felt for him, she pressed her lips to his, her tongue sweeping into his mouth when his lips parted. Their tongues dueled, and Davis pressed her body close to his. Samantha wrapped herself around him, and he squeezed her tight, the riding crop still in his hand. She moaned, craving a spanking by his hand.
Davis broke away from her with a chuckle. “I see you’re having some wicked thoughts, Sammie-girl.” His fingertips trailed down her back, teasing the crack of her ass, his free hand winding around to the front of her body to slip beneath her panties. He played with her wet pussy lips before pushing his index finger inside her cunt. He withdrew his touch and sucked her juice off his finger. “Delicious.”
Breathless, she answered, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Time to finish packing.”
Samantha sighed, her body aquiver from their shared kiss and the promise of what was to come. Hopefully me, over and over and over...
Davis tapped her ass hard enough for it to sting. “One more thing. Bend over.”
“Yes, Sir.” Ever obedient, Samantha bent over and braced her arms on the tabletop.
Davis pulled her panties to the side and fingered her wet cunt. Then he smeared
the juice in her ass crack until he worked a finger into her ass. Pumping it in and out, she moaned at the teasing intrusion. He pulled his finger out, and she ached at the emptiness. Her ass and cunt throbbed as she pondered all the ways he could use her body.
Keeping her eyes straight ahead, she felt him fiddle around behind her. In the next second, a pink princess plug appeared before her eyes. “You’re going to keep this in your ass as long as possible, Sammie-girl.” A swat to one ass cheek increased the flow of her juices. “On the drive to the cottage, I want you to feel this plug in your ass and think of me filling and using your holes when I arrive.”
She licked her lips and bit back a moan. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” She fought to keep from squirming as he swirled the plug through her wet pussy, then worked the plug into her ass. “Now get dressed, Sammie-girl. We have work to do.” He smacked her other ass cheek for good measure.
Samantha closed her eyes on a gasp. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” He adjusted her panties, pulled her up straight, then spun her toward him, and kissed her hard on the lips.
Dazed, she sighed into his mouth. This is why I love him so much. He knew what she needed and when. While she considered herself an independent woman, she relished relinquishing control to Davis, submitting to him, allowing him to push her boundaries, and bring her to the kinds of releases that brought relaxation from her busy life. She could always count on him to help her find her inner discipline, and she cherished that most of all.
Davis held her at arm’s length, and she beamed at him. He winked at her, then gestured for her to lead the way back to the bedroom.
Humming a happy tune, she walked out of the kitchen and down the hall with a bounce in her step. Davis would help her pack up the car, and she would make certain all was set up for their play time together. She wouldn’t let either of them down.
* * * *
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Samantha mumbled. Gaping out the front windshield, she stopped the car and cut the engine. Her heart sank at the scene in front of her. “This doesn’t look anything like on the website.” She squinted in hopes it would change the view.
The yard looked as if it hadn’t been mown in a century. Long grasses and weeds lined the drive. The dilapidated front porch had a couple broken railings and peeling paint adorned the structure. A porch swing looked as if it had seen better days.
Samantha shouldered her purse, exited the car, and slammed the door shut. With hands on hips, she surveyed the yard, wondering how she and Davis had been duped into renting this place for two weeks. They’d done their due diligence and research in finding the cottage getaway. They’d poured over pictures of an immaculate yard and cute little cabin in a secluded place. Davis had spoken to the owner on the phone.
She pulled up one of the pictures on her phone and studied it, then surveyed the yard once more. “Looks the same,” she grumbled. “It seems to have aged horribly overnight.” She heaved a sigh of disgust. They’d wanted a low maintenance place to stay so they could enjoy their time together—swimming and sex. And maybe eating and sleeping somewhere in there.
Shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand, she trudged up the overgrown path beside the house to take a look at the back yard. Not any better than the front. Her mood perked up as she glanced around. A private pond big enough to swim in sparkled in the sunlight. Well, at least that is the same. Doesn’t appear to be overgrown with algae or anything.
Samantha walked back around to the porch side of the house. Before she unpacked the car, she wanted to check out how much work would need to be done on the inside to make it livable before Davis arrived.
Pausing on the front step, she fished the key from her handbag, then unlocked the door. When she stepped inside, she blinked in surprise.
The scent of fresh cut flowers wafted to her from a vase by a table near the door. The floors were immaculate and everything appeared freshly cleaned, not a speck of dust to be seen.
“Well, whoever owns it made sure the inside was ready for us.” She sighed in relief and placed her purse on the table by the door. “This will make it easier to get everything ready. I guess it doesn’t matter what it looks like on the outside for us to enjoy our time here.” Joy restored in her heart, she jiggled on the spot. The plug in her ass reminded her of Davis’ promise to fill and use her when he joined her out here.
She walked around the small cabin and checked out the bedrooms. Neither of the double beds were made, but that could easily be remedied with the fresh sheets she’d brought from home. She giggled, studying the smaller beds. With two king-sized beds at home—one in the bedroom and one in their dungeon—the beds here seemed rather small.
“Oh well.” She clapped her hands. “When Davis arrives, we’ll make the best of it.” She tapped the plug in her ass, causing her cunt to ache. “I’ll unpack, then maybe I’ll have some play time alone before he gets here. Or maybe I should try to hold off until tomorrow.” She massaged her pussy on the outside of her clothing. Denying herself release would be a delicious way to begin their vacation. Davis hadn’t ordered her one way or the other, so the decision would be hers for now.
With a spring in her step, she went back out to the car and set to the task of unpacking. If she could swing it, maybe she’d even sleep with the plug in her ass. That way she’d be ready for Davis in the morning.
According to Plan
He wanted to kiss those pouty lips
And tie those hands back from her hips,
Even when the situation isn’t ideal,
But love always shines for real...
Davis checked his watch. She should have arrived by now. As if on cue, a text message caused his phone to buzz.
I arrived. The place is... nice. I’ll get it all set up for us. Hope you finish work soon. Love and miss you. Sammie-girl xoxo
He chuckled to himself, re-reading the message. The place is nice. He snorted aloud. She’s trying not to pout. How cute. He knew she must be trying to process that the yard didn’t look like any of the pictures he’d shown her, plus make the best of it on top of the situation. He figured she’d be worrying a wee bit that he’d be disappointed. Not much disappointed or angered him. Even in the tensest of situations, he knew how to maintain a neutral space inside in order to figure out how to deal with it. It’s how he became good at his job and learned to be a better Dom.
Excited about their vacation together, he hummed as he plated the pasta he’d cooked for dinner. He’d purposefully stayed behind to surprise her. If truth be told, he had a few surprises in store for her over the next two weeks, the first of which was sending her out to the cottage by herself. His job hadn’t needed him, but in order to set the tone, it had been imperative that Samantha go ahead without him. He’d told her he would work late today and not come until the morning, but he couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see her. If he managed to keep himself disciplined for the next couple of hours, he’d drive out late to surprise her. Then all would be according to plan.
A grin split his lips as he recalled their playtime in the kitchen. He’d enjoyed making her squirm earlier today and loved watching her green eyes plead silently with him, knowing how much she craved his dominance. It had been difficult to sit there while she stood naked in front of him. All softness, curves, and a fine amount of muscle tone, fucking her was always front and center in his mind. He recalled running his fingers through her soft, dark locks, the strands like silk against his skin, the sensation a favorite. He could play with her hair for hours, often brushing it for her while they watched a movie to relax.
When he’d worked the plug into her ass, playing with her, teasing her—he’d wanted to fuck her right there. He would reward her when he arrived. And the rewards would keep her coming.
He checked his watch again, noting two minutes had passed since he’d last looked. He picked up his dinner plate and carried it out into the living room. Ploppi
ng down onto the sofa, he picked up the remote with his other hand and channel surfed while he ate. The house seemed too quiet without her. With their busy lives, she often arrived home at the end of the day before he did. He’d come home to dinner prepared, save for those times when report cards were due. They both loved to cook, and when they got the chance, they enjoyed creating meals together. He valued their alone time together too. They were partners in every way, and while they enjoyed orchestrating scenes with other play partners, one thing he would forever cherish was playtime with his “Sammie-girl.”
He sighed and checked his watch again. He needed to find a movie to keep him occupied until time to drive out. He couldn’t wait to surprise her. Maybe she’d be sleeping, and he could drag her out of bed to fuck her until she screamed. Hmmm... There is the lake. Out of curiosity, he set down the remote and retrieved his phone from his pants pocket in order to check the weather. It’ll be a balmy night. Perhaps a little skinny dipping is in order.
A plan began to formulate in his mind. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too tired. Not that a good spanking wouldn’t wake her up. He grinned. He loved her so much, and he couldn’t wait to put more of his plans in motion. He hoped with all his heart she would approve.
* * * *
Davis cut the engine and turned off the lights as soon as he pulled into the yard in an attempt not to alert Samantha to his early arrival. As quietly as possible, he unpacked his bags from the trunk and began the walk up the overgrown path to the house. The front porch light cast its beam on his path. Treading softly up the porch steps, he tiptoed to the front door, wincing at each creak of the old boards under his feet.
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