by Lila Munro
"You want to touch," he said.
"Yes, Master." Her head jumped up and down in unison with her words.
"Please do so."
What Dante really wanted to do was pull her jaw down and bury himself to the hilt, not stopping until he was thoroughly lodged in her throat, but he knew what Julie needed was some leeway, a barrier. She needed to relinquish control to him in increments. A few late night conversations with Allen revealed at least that much of how to handle her. Julie was under the impression he’d forgotten his promise to have Allen help him. What she didn’t know was Dante had regular visits with him and Allen knew as much of what went on between them. Although, they had butted heads over the whole argument about the condom conversation. Allen laughed and thought it was cute. Dante disagreed and wanted to pop him in the nose. They agreed to disagree and went back to drinking cold beer.
As if not believing she was given the privilege of freely exploring him to her heart’s content, Julie glanced up and Dante could see the questions swirling in her pupils mixed with a healthy dose of desire.
"It’s not a trick, love. I’ll let you know if something doesn’t satisfy me. We’ll feel our way through this until we’re in agreement."
She licked her lips again before running her palm along the underside of his cock, stopping at the base to roll his sac between her fingers. She made her way back up then took him in her fist, giving two long strokes before opening her mouth and running her tongue around his head, lapping up the evidence of his readiness. A few flicks at the underside of the head and she took him in her mouth, stopping mid-way to pull off, using her tongue to lubricate his tautly stretched skin before plunging down on him again, nearly engulfing him in one fail swoop. She held him there, swallowing around him, milking a reaction. Dear God, the woman knew what she was doing.
When she needed air, she drew back, licked at his head as she recovered, stroking him with one hand the whole time then drew him between her lips again. It didn’t take long at that rate for an orgasm to begin at the base of Dante’s spine and work its way up his groin and settle in his balls. They drew up and just before liquid lightning shot down his dick, he grabbed her by the hair and jerked her off him, tugging her head back. Her chin was wet and shiny and a wicked gleam shone through the glassy expression in her eyes, letting Dante know she was perfectly aware of her skill. It also told him she was completely at his mercy. How far did he take that? Maybe it was time for a taste of what the next week would hold.
"Stand up," he rasped, pulling her up, her hair still wound in his fist. "Bend over the bed."
"Yes, Master." She turned when he loosened his grip and obediently bent at the waist, placing her palms on the mattress, spreading her legs to expose her now wet pussy.
Dante decided he’d never tire of the smell floating off her. He ran two fingers across her clit before slipping them inside, curling them so every time he withdrew the tips, they raked across the bumpy bit of tissue within. As he continued his assault on her trigger spot, he stroked her bare ass with his free hand, stopping at intervals to squeeze, drawing blood to the surface. When her toes curled into the carpet and she moaned, he drew back the hand he’d been caressing her with and struck her left ass cheek.
She couldn’t have been expecting it, yet she didn’t make a single move to withdraw from him. Instead she pushed back as if seeking more. Dante obliged her. After several harsh pops, red handprints shone rosy on her creamy flesh and he decided she’d had enough for her first real spanking. Her pussy clutched his fingers as he leaned down and ran his tongue along her afflicted flesh, hot and pulsing from his touch. Then he leaned even further and latched on to her clit with his lips, sucking until she rose up on the balls of her feet and a scream erupted from her as she flew apart.
When she stopped shuddering, she laid her forehead on the bed, gasping for air, moaning through the aftershocks. Dante withdrew his fingers and lay over her, encompassing her body with his until she drew a deep breath.
"Are you okay, love?" he asked, pushing up off her. When she didn’t answer right away, he leaned down next to her, pushing her hair back and watching her face. "Answer me. Are you with me?"
"Yes…Master," she breathed, her eyes rolling open then back shut.
"Can you stand a bit longer?"
To that she nodded and Dante stepped behind her, quickly shed the rest of his clothes, bent his knees and positioned himself at her slickened entrance, thrusting up and into her. He hadn’t imagined it or wanted it so badly he made it out to be something it wasn’t the first time. She felt so damn good wrapped around him, clenching, drawing him in. Grabbing her hips, he took up a fast, hard rhythm, his pelvis meeting her reddened ass with each stroke.
"Squeeze," he grunted, driving as deep as he could go with each push forward. "That’s it. So good."
The fire he managed to bank earlier came back in a driving sweep and with a few more thrusts, he emptied himself deep inside her, wrapping one arm around her waist and holding her to him until he stopped twitching. Drawing a deep breath, he planted a kiss on her lower back before pulling out of her and helping her climb in the bed. Once she was settled, he made his way in behind her and curled his body around hers.
****
"Master? Master, wake up." Blake’s voice drew Dante back to reality as the haze of sleep slowly fell away.
"What time is it?" Dante asked, rolling a bit and rubbing one eye.
He glanced at Julie who still slept. She was probably hungry and thirsty and didn’t even know it. It wasn’t his habit to fall asleep with his sub unattended after a session. He mentally kicked himself and vowed not to make it a habit with her.
"It’s past noon," Blake informed him. "What can I do for you?"
"She’s going to need to eat…and she was working on a chicken."
"That’s taken care of and I have lunch ready. Does this mean we’re going to Savannah, Master?" he asked, sitting on the side of the bed and gazing at Julie who was now stirring a bit.
"Where are we going?" she mumbled, stretching and turning to her back.
"Savannah," Dante said, sitting and taking the bottle of water Blake stuck out at him. "Drink, sleepyhead." He offered the bottle to her and she drew deeply from it before handing it back.
"What are we going there for?" she asked over a yawn.
"To introduce you to the fine art of pain, love."
"What?"
"Allen’s going to helps us find our limits. I have a feeling you can go much, much further than that lame spanking I gave you earlier." Dante brushed the hair off her forehead and gave her the water again. "We’re going to stay at the house he has there and he’ll be meeting us. I’ve never been to one of his Savannah parties, but I’ve heard he has quite the dungeon set up there. I think it would be better to explore all this somewhere else."
"Have you ever played with violet wands?" She seemed to take a sudden interest in the possibilities and sat up, looking quite excited. "Electricity has always fascinated me."
"Well, this should be interesting," Blake mumbled and rose. "Does anyone want a shower before their ham sandwiches?"
Chapter Fourteen
"Gavril, try not to let your feelings run away from your common sense this week. Okay?" Julie squeezed the boy’s hand and gave him a half smile. "I know Papi said not to bother me this week, that I need a vacation, but if you need me…"
"Don’t worry, Mom. I promise to remember to think before I act. And if my hormones win the fight, I have the whole box," Gavril leaned in and whispered. "Have a good week. You do need a vacation."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
With that Gavril snatched his duffle from the front porch and went down the drive to finish loading his things into Danielle’s parent’s SUV. Luc lingered a bit before wrapping his arms around Julie and squeezing.
"I’ll keep an eye on him," he assured her. "Try not to obsess about it. Have fun in Savannah. I hear there are plenty of places to carb
up down there."
Julie couldn’t help but laugh. Luc understood things a grown man couldn’t wrap his head around at times. "Son, one day you’re going to make some woman very happy."
"I love you, Mom."
"Love you, too. Have fun and be careful." Julie waved as Luc trotted off toward the car. "Please…"
She wondered as she watched the car pull away if this was what it felt like to send a five year old off to kindergarten for the first time. A dull ache resonated in her breast as the SUV made its way down the street out of sight.
"They’ll be fine," Dante told her, coming onto the porch. "They’ve been skiing before, you know that. They’re pretty good at it, too."
"You know, dear. I find it extremely odd you’re more worried about Gav getting some girl pregnant that him breaking a limb or whacking his head." She draped her arms around her middle and pouted her trembling lower lip. "I don’t want them hurt."
"Spoken like a true mom." Dante enveloped her in his arms and drew her close, kissing her soundly on the lips. "Is your bag packed? Allen’s expecting us for dinner. He made reservations. If we’re going to make it we need to get a move on." In emphasis, he ran a hand down and slapped her bottom bringing a welcome heated sting to the surface.
"Take it inside where my kids can’t see you, you freaks!"
Julie spun around just as the neighbor pulled into his drive-way, rolling his window back up after spewing his narrow-minded attitude out of it. "Wonder how long it’s been since he got laid?"
"Well, if you were his wife, would you do him any favors?" Dante asked, guiding her back inside.
"No, I think he’d make for a lousy Master…"
"Who?" Blake stood in the living room taking stock of his bags.
"That asshole next door," Julie said, mentally counting the piles of luggage at his feet. "Blake, we’ll only be gone a few days. What is all this?"
"Master’s bag, my bag, your bag," Blake explained, pointing out each item. "Toys requiring batteries, implements of torture, play wear…"
Julie glanced at Dante who appeared to be unfazed by Blake’s ability to pack for a crowd. "I think we’ll make it for dinner."
Almost seven hours later, Dante turned left off the main highway onto a long, graveled drive-way lined with centurion oak trees weeping heavy with Spanish moss. Julie didn’t think anyone had a drive as long as hers, but Allen had just proven her wrong. When the first glimmer of light beckoned them up the drive from the main house, Julie also discovered this gem of the Deep South rivaled his home in North Carolina and left it in the dust insofar as being elaborate.
The circular path leading to the front of the house was paved with brick and inside the middle of the concave sat a sun-bleached stone fountain that appeared to have come from somewhere in the Mediterranean. Three very naked, quite rotund cherubs stood on pedestals facing each other, steady streams of aqua blue water flying from their mouths to collect in the chalice they formed only to spill out of the sides and into the pool surrounding them. A wide covered porch lined three sides of the two-story home and she wondered if it wrapped completely around the back. Ferns hung from pegs between every column and benches sat at intervals nested beneath the greenery, inviting and intimate. Steps the length of the entire porch led to the bright red, double doors where spruce wreaths hung draped in golden ribbon. Every window contained an electric candle and sprigs of greenery hung at every eave. Oak rockers sat along the entire front side of the house in clusters as if designed for mingling while drinking mint juleps. The second story was graced with a full length balcony framed by intricate baluster work and saddles of yet more greenery and ribbons. There were also Christmas trees of all shapes and sizes sitting in the corners of the porch lit completely in white light. If Julie hadn’t been grounded in the perpetual present she might have sworn she saw Confederate officers milling about with southern belles hanging on their arms, bourbon in hand and cigars firmly gripped between mustached lips.
"I knew Allen came from old money, but this is borderline ridiculous," she said, still staring as they came to a stop in front of the house. "I can’t believe I never took him up on an invitation here."
"I wonder what kind of costume parties he has here?" Blake said from the back seat. "I think you’d make an outstanding belle of the ball, pumpkin. Pardon me for speaking out of turn, Master, but I say we grab the next invitation without question."
"He probably has naked lawn bowling," Julie said just as their host made an appearance, sweeping the front doors open dramatically, resembling Rhett Butler a bit only dressed in black slacks and a white linen, short sleeved shirt which was open at the collar allowing some of his graying chest hair to peek out.
Blake got out first then opened Dante’s door followed by Julie’s. He reached in and handed her out to the walkway and retreated to start unloading their bags. Dante tucked her hand in his elbow and started up the stairs.
"Welcome to Camelia Downs," Allen said, descending a few stairs to meet them. "Julie, I think you’re really going to enjoy your time here this week. Dante, good to see you. I hope everyone’s hungry. Our reservation is at seven and we’re cutting it close."
He led them up to the porch then through the entryway where Julie was as overcome by the flamboyance of the inside of the home. Two curving oak staircases led up from the middle of the great room over which hung a gargantuan chandelier. At one time it looked to have held real candles, but appeared to have been most probably refitted to accommodate electric flames. The railings running up the stairs were draped in white lights and garland and between the staircases was a Christmas tree that Julie swore was ten feet tall. She could barely see the green of the boughs for the icy, silver decorations. At the top of the tree sat a beautiful angel with blond hair. At that Julie blushed a bit. She couldn’t really imagine doing the things the men had planned in a house watched over by an ethereal entity, real or not. Somehow it was just a tad on the creepy side.
"Don’t worry, she’s a naughty angel," Allen whispered in her ear. "She’s not wearing panties and won’t tell on you for not wearing any, either." Julie’s eyes grew wide and Allen laughed at her. "I can promise you there are no angels in the play room, my dear."
Julie glanced at Dante and for the first time since agreeing to this little experiment, she wondered if she was up to the task. Worse was the question of what happened if she failed. What if they discovered Dante was wrong and she really wasn’t the type of sub who would blossom under the sweet kiss of his whip? For a moment the image of him using it on Blake appeared from somewhere in her memory and she shuddered at the thought. True, she’d wanted to try it a dozen different times. But was she really up for it?
"Where can I deposit these, Master Allen?" Blake asked, coming to the bottom of the stairs carrying as many of the bags as he could at once.
"Up the right-hand staircase and turn right. The last two doors on the left are your suites," Allen directed. He turned to Dante and Julie and winked. "I put you in the opposite wing from me in case I should be inclined to entertain while you’re here. We all need some privacy while in residence, right? Speaking of entertaining, I hope you don’t mind I may have failed to mention that I’m having a party Friday evening. I thought it would be nice if after we break Julie in, we introduce her to Savannah society, kink style. That is if you’re willing, Dante. To show her off?"
Julie’s eyes wandered in the direction of Dante’s and she tried to analyze if he’d known about this in advance and thought if she knew she’d refuse to come. "Well, Master? Are you willing?" Her voice held more bite than she intended and she could tell by the look he returned her way he wasn't happy with her attitude.
"I think I recall you hate being left alone to think about your behavior. Don’t make me show you my version of that right off the bat," Dante warned her. "I know we’re still working on trust, but you should know by now I’d never do anything you’re not comfortable with at this point. If you’re not ready, no, I'm not willing. N
ow, be a good girl, follow the way Blake disappeared and freshen up for dinner. I’m hungry."
Four hours later, quite stuffed with Moroccan lamb and couscous, Julie sat on an enormous cushion between Dante’s legs while Blake reclined on the chaise with him, his head resting in Dante’s lap. Allen had taken up position in an antique wing-back, a brandy in hand.
"I think when we get home we should find somewhere for you to take belly dancing lessons," Dante said, stroking the back of her head. "I do believe I’d like for you to run around the house in a flimsy sheer get-up wiggling your hips anytime I tell you to."
"If you wish, Master," Julie said, a smile quirking her lips. Truth be told, she found the belly dancing at the restaurant quite provocative and the thought had crossed her mind to take lessons on the fly and surprise him. "Can I get my belly pierced, too?" That little teardrop hanging from the girl’s belly button was sexy.
"Absolutely. What about your nipples? Any chance I can talk you into that, too?" Dante leaned forward and stole a kiss from Blake while he ran a hand down Julie’s chest and squeezed her left breast.
It seemed to Julie he might be having a hard time deciding who he wanted to take upstairs when Blake rolled to his back and ran a hand around Dante’s neck, pulling him closer. When their tongues met, Dante’s grip on her breast increased and a dull pinch settled low in her belly. She’d never considered he might ever want them together, but now that she thought about it, the prospect made her pulse jump, although she wasn’t entirely sure how the logistics would work.
Allen cleared his throat and Julie’s eyes flew back open. She hadn’t even realized they’d drifted shut as she absorbed all the confusing sensations flooding her system.
"I believe I’ll be retiring to my end of the house boys and girl," he announced, rising and emptying his tumbler before leaving it on the end table beside his chair. "Try to keep it down to a dull roar."