Maid for Master

by Nina Pierce

  That voice. That flowing, rich-as-chocolate-syrup voice that enveloped her and demanded she obey was her undoing. “I seem to be pleasing you, Master,” she rubbed her belly against his hard cock, “and it makes me happy.”

  “Never doubt how much you please me.” His lips brushed hers, his tongue sweeping the seam of her lips, and Claire opened for him. The earthy taste of her cream filled her mouth as his tongue slid leisurely over hers. Instinctively, her hands snaked around his neck, toying with the thick curls of hair at his nape. Her palms slid along the stubble of his strong jaw that she’d felt graze her thighs. But when her thumbs caressed along his cheeks in an effort to discover more about this man, her Master broke abruptly from the kiss and pulled her hands away.

  “Not tonight, Claire.” He lifted her hands and placed a chaste kiss in each palm. “I want tonight to be about you. Not me. It’s why I’ve kept the blindfold on. I want you to look inside yourself. I want you to discover who you are and what you want.”

  “I want to be your slave. To take any punishment and pain—”

  He quieted her with a finger to her lips. “Claire, this isn’t all about the pain. Sometimes it goes deeper.” He had held on to one hand and now placed it between her breasts, the wide palm of his pressing it tight to her chest. “It’s about being centered here, Claire. It’s about stripping away everything and finding out what’s inside your heart. I want you to focus on that.”

  He kissed her cheek and jaw, lingering over the pulse point in her throat that had suddenly jumped to life. Quickly he removed the nipple clamps and she moaned with the exquisite pain of it. His mouth laved the tender flesh, easing the burn and sending frissons of current straight to her pussy, making her want. Her mind reeled with the possibilities that her fantasies could become fond memories, and a rush of liquid desire rolled down her thigh.

  Gently he guided her back a couple of steps until her ass bumped up against a smooth surface. He lifted her booted foot up on a small platform and she used his shoulder to push up the six or so inches to stand on it. He balanced her as he spread her legs, directing the other foot onto another narrow step. When he had her ankles clamped in, she was spread-eagle, her eager pussy once again fully exposed to his whims.

  Yes, use me. Forget about my heart. My body is all yours.

  “Claire, tell me about yourself.” He pressed gentle kisses along the side of her breast, his fingers flirting along the underside of her arm as he lifted it high above her head and locked it in place with a wristcuff.

  “There’s nothing to tell.”

  “Everyone has a story.” Her Master repeated the process with her left arm, the gentle caresses and tender touches confusing her.

  What happened to the clamps and the paddle? Where was the pain she was supposed endure to prove her worth? “I’m afraid mine is rather mundane.”

  “I doubt there’s anything mundane about you, Claire.” His wide palms floated down her arms and pressed seductively along the edges of her breasts. “You own a business that you built from the ground up. That’s not something everyone has done. I’m very impressed.” His thumbs stroked out to tease the tender points of her nipples. “There’s a story there, I’m sure. Did you do it by yourself or were there others to help along the way?”

  Standing spread-eagle in front of him, Claire had no doubt if she could open the shutters of her mask, she would be able to look directly into his eyes. She would like to be able to read his intentions for her. His lulling voice throwing out these questions about her personal life was not what she was expecting from her Master.

  “I… Um…” His hands continued their slow glide down her torso to her ass and she worked hard to focus on answering him. “Me. No one else. I created and built the cleaning business by myself.”

  She felt the curve of a smile as he sucked an aching nipple into his mouth then teased it with the hot wash of his breath. “That’s what I thought.” He flicked his tongue over the steepled peak. “It takes a strong woman to submit so completely to her Master.” He turned his attention to the other breast, his teeth and tongue working the sensitive flesh. “Is there a man in your life?”

  “Yes… I mean no. No, there isn’t.” Damn, he had her confused. “There was. But not at the moment. I… I mean he…” She was breathless against the overwhelming sensations the gentle touch of his mouth created in her.

  “He what, Claire?”

  “I…don’t know.” His fingers tripped over her skin, his lips brushing feather-soft kisses along her breasts. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to focus on what he was doing to her body. “He wanted something I couldn’t give him.”

  “You couldn’t please him?” he asked. His hand slid over her hip and along her mons. Palming her pubic bone, he let one finger slip between her folds, and she bit back an oath when it missed her clitoris.

  “No…” His mouth flitted from one breast to the other. “I mean, yes, I could please him. No, the bedroom wasn’t our problem.”

  His fingers continued to stroke and probe. “Pleasing one’s partner isn’t completely about the bedroom.”

  “Of course. I know that.”

  He slipped two fingers into her pussy and she bit back the groan of satisfaction. She didn’t know how he could make her ready again so quickly.

  “So, you’re here by yourself?” he asked. “Enjoying all the pleasures Paradise Cove has to offer?” His thumb flicked over her clitoris, sending heat boiling through her veins.

  Her hips arched, begging him for more. “Yes.”

  He bit her nipple as a third finger slipped into her channel. “Yes, you’re here by yourself or you’re enjoying Paradise Cove or you’d like me to continue what I’m doing?” His breath teased the wet flesh of her breast as he spoke.

  “Here with a friend. Enjoying Paradise Cove. Please don’t stop. Master.”

  He chuckled, a deep rolling sound that knotted her tummy. It had been a long time since she’d made a man happy.

  “A woman as beautiful as you—why would a man walk away?” The man was unhurried and gentle in his touches, and yet he’d stoked a fire in her that threatened to burn her from the inside out.

  “I disappointed him.” Where had that come from? Claire definitely didn’t want this man to jump on the train that took him into her screwed-up personal life. “Shouldn’t you be pulling out the flogger right about now? I mean, shouldn’t there be whips and other Doms for me to satisfy? Another sub for me to watch?”

  “Is it easier to change the subject than face your fears, Claire?” His tongue did a slow roll around her nipple before he grazed his teeth across the tender flesh.

  “I’m not afraid.” She panted out the words. “I read all the literature. You even pointed out the cameras. I’m perfectly safe.”

  His fingers slid up and down her cleft, dragging her thick honey to her ass. Yes, there. Touch me there. She bucked her hips to encourage his fingers to continue their slow push and pull. When his finger slid past the tight muscle and into her ass, she sighed at the wonderful sense of fullness.

  “I’m not talking about the physical pain you endure here. I’m talking about the emotional pain you need to release.”

  How did he know? “I think I’m going to come. I can’t stop it.”

  “No you’re not, Claire. You will wait.”

  She could do anything he asked of her physically, but she was sure she couldn’t trust him with her secrets. “Then punish me. I deserve to be punished.”

  “No. You deserve to be cherished.” He kissed a slow path up her chest, nibbling at the cords in her neck. “Any man who walked away from you willingly is a fool.” His mouth continued its journey along her jaw to brush featherlight across her lips. He brought his fingers to his mouth, the heady odor of her cream tickling her nose. Her Master sucked on them with a loud, satisfying groan before rubbing them along her lips. When she opened for him, he slipped his tongue into her mouth along with the tip of his finger and they sucked the remaining jui
ces off together.

  He broke from the kiss and laid his forehead against hers. “There will be no more pain tonight, Claire.” He stepped away, and she would surely have toppled off the stand if the bindings at her wrists had not held.

  He was quiet for a long moment, and she wondered if he was considering his next move. She heard the distinct snick of snaps and paper ripping. “No more thinking or worrying tonight, Claire. Just be.” Her Master moved in close, his bare chest mashing her breasts, her heart pounding against his. Trapped between their bodies, the heat of his sizeable erection seared her skin. She would have thought he was completely naked if she hadn’t felt the butter-soft leather of his pants still pressed against the top of her thighs. The snaps must have removed a crotch panel.

  “Focus on this moment,” he murmured. “Be here with me. Whatever is outside these walls doesn’t matter. What came before is of no consequence. What will happen tomorrow is out of your control. There is only now. Let the world fall away so there is just you and me, Claire.”

  Her Master filled his hands with her ass, his fingers flirting with her slick labia. He ground his hips against her and she canted her pelvis, feeling the silken weight of his balls brush her clit and the thick satin heat of his cock pressing against her belly.

  “I don’t see how someone could have been unhappy with you,” he continued. “You have done nothing but pleasure me tonight.” His lips feathered across her mouth. “My cock is painfully hard and I’m looking for some relief. I intend to fuck your pussy until I am sated. There is no one else. Just a man and a woman satisfying their carnal needs. Unless sex is a chore for you.”

  “No, Master, far from a chore.”

  Claire expected him to plunge in and take with reckless abandon, but gentle hands slid the head of his cock along her cleft, teasing her clitoris. It was clear now why he had set her on the footholds. At this height, her pussy opened for him and allowed her Master to stand comfortably while he fucked her. Somehow, in the sexual fog of her brain, there was something she was missing about the height of the steps, but his fingers teased her sensitized folds as his cock settled at her opening, and all coherent thought vanished. There is nothing but the here and now.

  Slowly, almost torturing Claire in his leisurely pace, her Master entered her. Each increment stretched and filled her pussy, drawing hiccupping cries of need from her lips. When he was buried to the hilt, he stayed only a moment before pulling back just as gently and sliding home to delve even deeper. Her body begged for friction, for the tight push and pull of his cock against her muscles, but he didn’t oblige. Her Master kissed her slow and long, his fingers sliding up her arms to lock with hers.

  Claire could picture how this scene would look to someone walking in the room. Master Xavier’s firm ass framed by the rich, dark leather encircling his muscular thighs. His balls heavy between his thighs. His cock disappearing into the slick heat of her pussy. Their bodies molding together as one. He held her hands as if he were bound to her, his lips and tongue making gentle love to her mouth, teasing her as completely as his cock tortured her cunt.

  She was breathless. The smooth skin of his torso pressed hotly from her sensitive nipples to the soft flesh of her belly. The curled halo of pubic hair tickled the delicate skin of her mons. The sensations of him surrounding her overwhelmed and controlled her, taking all coherent thought until Claire was nothing more than a hungry mass of need and desire. Her channel convulsed around his cock, milking him even without the slip and slide of flesh against flesh.

  “You may come now, Claire.”

  She didn’t know she was ready. Didn’t know her body would react so immediately to his velvet command. But the sensations she’d thought had only been smoldering exploded in a firestorm of mindless bliss. She bucked against his body, flames of ecstasy licking along every nerve. Her nipples pinched into tight buds, rubbing against the satin skin of his chest, sending flashes of molten heat to her fingers and toes. Honey poured out to coat his cock as her pussy tightened around him.

  Yes, Master. I am yours.

  Just when she thought she would survive the tide of sensation threatening to drown her in its pleasure, her Master cried out her name. His hips, on autopilot, rocked back and slammed forward, impaling Claire on his erection. As quickly as it abated, she found herself swept up again in the sensual tempest overtaking him. His fingers gripped hers tightly, as if he could anchor himself against the storm of heat and desire engulfing them. Their gentle lovemaking became a carnal array of mindless sex. Skin slapped against skin. Teeth dug into flesh. Primal cries of lust and need filled the small room.

  Use me. Take me. Mark me.

  Pounding against the quaking walls of her pussy, his cock brought on not one but two more mind-blowing orgasms in quick succession. Claire was vaguely aware of his thighs and torso going rigid against her. Oaths of rapture ripped from his throat as her Master trembled in ecstasy.

  Never had she felt so loved and cherished.

  Sadness and euphoria mixed in an odd quagmire of emotion that spilled out of her in choking sobs. She couldn’t have stopped the tears if she’d wanted to. The dam of confusion and betrayal had burst, and clarity rushed headlong into the void.

  Claire hadn’t realized she was lost until a stranger found her. It had taken him only a few hours to understand all that she’d searched for her entire life. This was the connection she’d always dreamed she’d find.

  She clung to her Master as he released her bindings and lowered her into his comforting embrace. She could endure any number of floggings and painful clamps. But the thought of walking away from this man who had ripped open the chasm of truth and pain and held her despite her flaws tore open a hole in her heart so complete she wasn’t sure she would survive the emptiness.

  Chapter Four

  “Good morning, Claire.”

  The familiar voice startled her. “Jonny,” Claire said, without looking up, embarrassment heating her cheeks.

  “I’ve obviously interrupted.”

  He had, but she didn’t want to make him feel bad. “No, don’t be silly.” With a couple of guilty taps to the mouse pad on her laptop, Claire tried to click back through her history to hide the internet site she’d been surfing for the last half-hour. “I was just catching up on emails.”

  Claire dabbed at her tears with her napkin and turned to the man standing in front of her in the bright sun. Even in khaki shorts and casual polo, Jonny Brierton was all business. The ocean breeze wafting through the open terrace of the restaurant danced with the dark curls of his hair but didn’t soften the hard line of his jaw. His captivating eyes were currently hidden behind the mirrored lenses of his sunglasses, but she felt his piercing gaze none the less. She still had no idea how he’d managed to talk her into keeping her travel plans despite this past week’s life-altering events. And after last night’s activities, she was even more embarrassed that she’d let him accompany her.

  “I’d like to join you for breakfast.”

  “Of course, please sit,” she said, as he settled in the chair across from her. Casually closing the computer and tucking it in its case next to her chair, Claire gave up searching through pictures of Paradise Cove. It hadn’t helped her discover the mysterious Dom who’d completely knocked her world off its axis. But Master Xavier was nowhere on their website.

  The man had been both commanding and gentle as he’d held her last night. She’d shed tears over all the years lost, the broken relationships, the blind paths she’d followed. But mostly she’d cried at the thought of losing her Master, the man who asked everything from her but multiplied it and gave it all right back.

  At some point she’d fallen asleep in his arms. He’d found her a comfortable bed and someone to watch over her until she’d woken without the mask or her collar. Disappointment swept through her until she realized his gold armband remained in place. She still had so much to learn, so many ways he could help her heal all the hurt from bad relationships. At least he hadn�
��t completely walked away. She’d held on to the thought that he still wanted her. Stumbling back to her room only hours ago, just before dawn, Claire had spent the time tangled in her sheets thinking of him until she’d finally given up and come to the restaurant.

  “Hello, Earth to Claire.” Jonny waved a hand in front of her face, pulling her from her musings. She attempted to smile, but only managed a quivering quirk of her lips. “Hey, are you all right? Where’d you go?” Jonny reached out as if to comfort, thought twice and pulled his hand back without touching her.

  “I’m fine. I’m a little distracted. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

  His eyebrow quirked and heat flushed her cheeks.

  “I was in my own bed—alone. I just don’t sleep well in strange beds,” she added quickly.

  “Did I say anything to make you defend your sleeping habits?” He laughed and she relaxed into their easy friendship. “So, did you do anything interesting before going to your own bed?”

  Her mouth curved in a tremulous smile. Yeah, I had the most salaciously satisfying sex of my entire forty-one years. “Nothing too exciting.” There was no way Claire was going to admit to him what she’d done. What would her business clients think if they discovered her penchant for being tied up and used? Worse still—her brother Ryan or her son Dominic? Nerves had her twirling hair around her fingers. Well, that just wouldn’t happen. Jonny wouldn’t find out so neither would people back home. “What about you?”

  “Me?” He leaned back in his chair, long legs stretched out beside her, his elbow thrown casually over the back of the chair, his gaze intently on her. “I found a very responsive and beautiful woman and enjoyed hours of sensual pleasure with her.”

  A shaky laugh bubbled out of her. She couldn’t tell if he was kidding and trying to fluster her or if he was serious and not embarrassed by his sexual exploits. Either way, Claire had no idea how to respond. Fortunately, the waitress chose that moment to swing by their table and refill her coffee cup.