Her legs are tucked underneath her and spread with the precise amount of space between her knees. Her chest is poked out and her arms are folded perfectly behind her back with each hand resting on the opposite forearm.
I circle around her one more time, tapping the lower half of her back with the cane, and she immediately responds by sitting up straighter. I make my way to the front of her and pick up her chin with my forefinger. “Are you ready for tomorrow’s ceremony, baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir.” The innocence in her gaze only serves to draw me further into her magic—the same way it always has.
“Good girl,” I swoon. I unzip my tailored pants and my hardened cock juts out. Just mandating orders to her makes my cock hard. I simply can’t get enough of her.
She starts to unfold her arms to reach for my cock and my voice cuts through the air. “Keep those arms folded!” I grab a handful of her hair, pulling her ruby red lips down on my member. The way she is looking up at me for direction makes my cock jump again. Everything this girl does turns me on.
Watching those blood red lips go up and down on my cock while she looks up at me with big innocent eyes is about to put me over the edge. I pull her off of me; I don’t want to come yet.
I read the look on her face and speak, “Oh girl, you didn’t do anything wrong—quite the opposite.” I pull her head by a handful of hair, forcing her to give me her undivided attention and growl, “Crawl. Your. Ass. Over. To. That. Bed.”
She purposely sways her hips as she slowly crawls over to it.
I stand next to the bed as I begin undressing and turn my eyes towards her, “All fours!” I can already see her arms that hold her in position trembling. She responds to me so well. It is one of the many things that turns me on so much about her.
I make my way behind her and lightly pinch her inner thigh. Instinctively, she spreads her bent knees apart more.
“Girl, you are dripping wet.” I very slowly and methodically pump two fingers into her and run them around the walls of her opening. Her inner muscles clamp down on them like a vice grip.
“That sweet little pussy of yours sure does like me. This is my pussy now. After tomorrow, you and I are as good as married.” I fist her hair and pull her head back to hiss in her ear, “And I am marrying you, so you get that shit straight in your head now!”
“Yes, Sir,” her voice hitches.
I spread her opening apart and barely put the head of my cock in her. She begins pushing back on it and my hand crashes down on her ass with lightning speed. “Did I tell you to do that?”
“Oh, fuck, I can’t help it,” she growls.
I jerk the handful of hair I’m holding and she yelps. “You just keep that position or you’ll be sucking my cock and going to bed with no orgasm.” I begin taunting her, “Have you been playing with yourself without my permission?”
“No, Sir,” she groans.
“Good, because if I thought you were taking something that is mine—well, let’s just say I would be very upset.”
I begin barely pushing the head of my cock into her again. I have to chuckle; she is shaking she is trying so hard to not pull back and ride my cock. I taunt her, leaning over and whispering, “Do you want to ride that cock?”
Her answer sounds more like a primitive, feral growl than a voice, “Yeeees!”
I move and sit on the edge of the bed, “Then ride it, girl!”
Linda
I make my way over to him, spread myself apart, and look him dead in the eye when I sit, impaling myself on that long, thick, hard stalk of his. My fingernails mercilessly dig into his shoulders as I look into that intense face of his and ride his cock like a crazed maniac.
He lies back on the bed and relaxes, taking everything I have to give. His face has a stern look on it as he studies me. That straight lined serious mouth of his is making me want to fuck him even harder. The man turns me on in ways that I can’t even begin to wrap my brain around. He begins pinching my clit with two of his fingers as he speaks, “Don’t you ever think that just because I let you on top of me to ride my cock that you are in charge. It’s never going to happen. Now come!”
Needless to say, I lose it…
Twenty Seven
David & Linda
I am tempted to get into the Patron bottle as I pace in the back of the club and watch my Dom put the finishing touches on his fine ass self.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“What?” I innocently play dumb.
“Oh, so that is what you are going with? The dumb blonde routine?”
He chuckles, “You get Patron when I give it to you.”
How does he always do that?
He answers as if reading my mind, “I have super Dom powers.”
“I’m beginning to believe that, David.”
“Well, my little sub, do you think your boyfriend, Greg, will be here today? He hasn’t stopped calling since the show ended.” He turns with no warning and holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
I reluctantly make my way to my purse and hand it to him. After he thumbs through it, satisfied that I haven’t returned his call, he looks up and declares, “I’ll be taking you tomorrow to get a new one and I’ll be monitoring it. He cocks his head, squinting his eyes, as his tall form looks down on me. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Would it matter, David?”
“Yes, it would.” He leans in like we have a secret and whispers, “It would mean you need more intense training,” He slyly smiles, “If you know what I mean.”
I roll my eyes, to which his only response is, “Sixteen calls in one week is a little much, don’t you think, baby girl? That is a rhetorical question.”
“Yes, I gather that much, David. Can I have a shot? Your intensity, at times, is a bit much.”
He slyly smiles again as he glances over his shoulder, “So I have been told.”
I fold my arms, “Now you are going to piss me off, I don’t want to think about all your bitches!”
He smiles as he makes his way over to me and kisses me on my forehead. “I don’t have any bitches… unless you are my bitch. Are you my bitch?”
“If I get to be the only bitch, I am!”
“You’re my sub and I’m monogamous. Does that answer your question?”
I stand up on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel myself tearing up. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby girl. Now, let’s go get you collared.”
Epilogue
I look into the eyes of the man who has changed my life in just few short months.
I never could have imagined that doing a reality show based on pop culture could lead to something so real. This is the most alive I have ever felt.
I know I am not the same woman I was when I went into this competition. I also know my Dom is not the same man he was. He is no longer a man with a void in his life due to the heartaches he has suffered.
I am honored that I am the woman who is able to fill that void. I know this will be a lifetime journey of learning, living, and loving, and I have never been so excited about embarking on a new adventure…
The End for now…
Prologue of Masters of the Mansion:
Welcome to a world of wealth, power, and kink. Those who grace the doors of 'The Mansion' are a veiled mystery and few and far between are invited to enter its opulent foyer.
It is a mystical world of slaves and their Masters who train them. Most are trained for a Master they will join at a later time and some will remain at the mansion long term. Regardless of what their future holds, their story is the same: They will enter the cocoon of 'The Mansion' and be transformed into a different being that is forever changed, altered, and literally critiqued into being the 'best' of the 'best.'
They will be taught an ancient code very few understand, or will ever grasp. They are a rare breed.
They are the Masters and slaves of 'The Mansion.'
Masters of the
Mansion is available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Suzanne-Steele/e/B00C9L6YRQ
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