Master Me

by Lisabet Sarai, Trina Lane, Elizabeth Coldwell, Charlotte Stein, Jane Davitt, Justine Elyot

  Liz dumped her bag on a chair, then looked to the bed to see what Neil had left for her to wear. He must have popped up to the room to arrange this when he’d left her in the lobby, alone. Whatever she’d been expecting, it wasn’t the garment that was lying there, waiting for her. It was a corset, but one unlike any Liz had seen before. It was made from supple black leather, and it was designed so her breasts would rest on the cups but her nipples wouldn’t be covered. There were no panties, but she’d expected that. Instead, suspender straps hung from the bottom of the corset. A pair of fishnet stockings was ready to be attached to them.

  It was the item accompanying the corset and stockings that had her heart feeling as though it had fluttered up into her throat. A thick, black blindfold with an elastic strap to hold it firmly in place. Neil intended her to wait for him, cuffed and blindfolded, vulnerable and exposed. The idea didn’t alarm her as much as it might have. Instead, it had her stripping rapidly out of her dress and boots.

  The corset was designed to fasten in front, with laces at the back that could be tightened if the wearer—or the man who’d decided she should wear it—chose. It was more comfortable than Liz had expected, and she gazed at herself in the mirror for a moment, noticing the way the garment raised and presented her breasts, almost inviting onlookers to touch them. She rolled the fishnets up her legs, clipping them to the suspender straps, then sat on the bed.

  Two fur-lined leather cuffs dangled on a length of chain from the slats in the headboard. Liz fastened one around her left wrist, as Neil had demanded. She was reassured that if she got cold feet before Neil joined her, she could easily free herself.

  Even so, she hesitated for a moment before slipping on the blindfold. Neil had been gradually pushing her out of her comfort zone since the moment they’d met. The question was, did she trust him enough to let him take her even further? Deciding that yes, she did, she pulled the blindfold over her head with her free hand, then lay back to wait for her master to arrive.

  * * * *

  Liz had no idea how much time had passed before she heard the door open. With the blindfold blocking out all of the light, she seemed to float in a world of heightened anticipation, ears straining for any sound. She wondered what was happening downstairs. Were the newly married couple posing for photographs as they cut the cake, or had they already moved on to their first dance together? She was missing all of it, but it didn’t seem to matter. Not now that Neil was here.

  Footsteps approached the bed, then paused. Was he taking the opportunity to enjoy the sight of her barely clad body? She imagined Neil smiling with satisfaction as he saw just how perfectly she had followed his instructions, the cock she had been so briefly acquainted with stirring in his trousers at the sight.

  He came to sit by her, the bed shifting under his weight. Then he took hold of her right wrist, cuffing it to the headboard. It meant she was now completely at his mercy, unable to move until he decided. He didn’t say a word, but his silence only thrilled her more. He wasn’t going to tell her what he intended to do to her. He was going to let everything come as a surprise.

  She heard rustling, as though he was removing some of his clothing, though she listened in vain for the sound of his zip being undone. He smoothed her hair, then gently stroked the contour of her cheek. He pressed on her lower lip ‘til she opened her mouth and took his finger inside, sucking it just as ardently as she’d sucked his cock under the table.

  When his finger slipped from between her lips, it traced a wet path down her throat and between her breasts. She shivered, wondering where he would touch her next, as her thighs lolled apart almost of their own volition. She was more than ready to be fucked, but she sensed that wasn’t going to happen for a while yet. Not when there were so many other delicious things her master could do to her.

  His hands gripped her breasts, the roughness of his touch strangely exciting. She shuddered as he licked her skin, then blew on it, the combination of hot followed immediately by cold causing her nipples to contract into hard peaks. When his mouth closed round one of the little buds, sucking hard, Liz whimpered and writhed in her bonds, expecting Neil not to tell her to be so impatient. Instead, she felt him cupping her mound, pushing a finger up between her wet petals to toy with her clit. For the briefest of moments, she thought his finger felt different to when he’d been touching her under the table—broader somehow, with a shorter nail—then dismissed the idea. Being tied and teased was obviously scrambling her brain in the most delightful way.

  When he replaced that finger with the point of his tongue, she couldn’t stop herself exclaiming, “Oh, Neil, that feels so good!”

  “I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he replied, his voice close to her ear.

  Liz froze. How was that possible? Unless there was someone else between her legs, licking her clit…

  She tried to pull away from the strange mouth.

  “Sh, steady there, Liz,” Neil murmured.

  “Take the blindfold off, please,” she begged, trying not to panic.

  To her relief, Neil did as she asked immediately. She looked down to see the young waiter who had served them at the wedding breakfast crouching between her legs. He was shirtless, and she could see her juices shining on his lips.

  “Would you like me to leave?” he asked, glancing from Liz to Neil.

  “No.” Liz wasn’t even sure whether it was her decision to make, but suddenly she was no longer afraid of the situation.

  Neil might have allowed another man to play with her, but he hadn’t chosen someone she didn’t approve of. The waiter was cute—and, she hoped, discreet enough not to gossip about this little scene with his friends afterwards. And, she had to admit, though he might have been younger than her, he certainly knew what to do with his tongue.

  “Please, I’d like you to stay. I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name.”

  “It’s Tom,” the waiter replied. “But this is all right with both of you, isn’t it?” he asked, seemingly anxious not to overstep the mark.

  “Of course,” Neil replied, pulling a chair close and straddling it so he was leaning on the chair back, facing the bed. “Now strip, and let Elizabeth see what you’ve got.”

  The waiter did as he was told, happy to let the other man take control of the situation now Tom knew his presence was definitely welcome. His trousers and underwear were dispensed of without ceremony, revealing a cock that was almost completely hard. Liz ached to reach out and touch it, but with her wrists still cuffed to the headboard that was impossible.

  Neil realised this, too, because he quickly unfastened the cuffs, releasing her from her bondage. Liz stretched, grateful for the opportunity to move her cramped limbs, and rolled over languidly.

  “I want to watch the two of you together,” Neil told her. “I want you to suck his cock and make him come.”

  “Yes, sir.” Liz found herself almost rushing to obey her master’s latest demand.

  Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined when she’d accepted the invitation to James’ wedding that she would find herself enjoying sex with two men on the same night, yet here she was. Being watched was a very new experience for her, but as Tom kissed her gently on the lips, letting her taste herself, it was one that didn’t faze her in the least. She was acutely aware of Neil’s gaze on her as she crouched between Tom’s legs, and she was determined to give him a show he wouldn’t soon forget.

  She couldn’t help but notice Neil was still fully dressed, while she wore only the corset and stockings and Tom was naked. It seemed to reinforce the fact that he was in control here, in much the same way that he wanted her to go without panties for him. As every moment passed, she was learning more about the subtle ways in which a loving master could reinforce his domination, and the things she would have to do to make herself worthy of his love and devotion. And if one of those involved taking the long, slightly curved cock she was now holding and sucking it ‘til Tom came, that was fine by her.

  The
young waiter’s breath caught in his throat as Liz swallowed him. His hands twined in her hair, holding her head in place. Her mouth was full of his salty flesh, her nostrils breathing in his earthy male aroma.

  “Liz, that feels amazing,” Tom moaned. “Oh, I love it when you lick me just there…”

  Her tongue was on the sensitive place just beneath his helmet, and his words trailed off as the sensation appeared to grow too much for him. Unlike Neil, he didn’t appear to have the ability to pace himself, to pull back when the excitement became too great. This was going to be over very soon, she knew that. Already his hips were jerking, and when she reached down between his legs she found his balls were tight, ready to spill. Even the gentlest touch of her fingers there was more than Tom could cope with in his highly turned-on state. As if to prove her right, his spunk gushed into her mouth. She seemed to feel his pleasure coursing through her own body—or was it the sudden satisfaction that came from the feeling she had obeyed her master’s instructions perfectly?

  When she finally let Tom’s cock slip from her lips, the first thing she did was glance over quickly to where Neil sat, anxious to gauge his reaction. He said nothing, but he gave a little nod of his head, as if acknowledging her performance.

  Tom gave Liz another kiss, longer and more intimate this time, then reached for his scattered clothes. “I’d love to stay and continue the party,” he said, “but they’re going to be wondering where I’ve got to, and I can’t afford to lose this job.”

  He was gone before Liz could thank him properly, slipping quietly into the corridor outside. Liz wondered what might have happened if he’d stayed. Would he and Neil have fucked her at the same time, or would her master have just continued to observe? She couldn’t believe he had the self-control to resist joining in, even though he hadn’t as much as touched his cock while he was watching her with Tom.

  “Come here, my good girl.” Neil rose from the chair. When she did, he wrapped his arms round her. “That was very well done. You’ve shown me you can follow my instructions, but more importantly, I know now that you won’t shy away from doing things that might be close to your limits.”

  Until that moment, she hadn’t really considered what those limits might be. She didn’t remember them ever explicitly discussing the matter. If they did, where would she draw the line? The Liz who had initially agreed to meet Neil for a drink would never have contemplated letting herself be tied to a bed, blindfolded, or having sex with a man she didn’t even know. At least, she didn’t think so. Being with this gorgeous, kinky, masterful man was changing everything she had ever believed about herself, and she wasn’t sure where this was going to end.

  Neil’s voice cut into her thoughts. “I want you to undress me.”

  She sank to her knees. Starting with his shoes and socks, she slowly removed his clothes, placing them in a neat pile on his chair. Soon, all that remained were his black cotton trunks. Somehow, it felt right to be in that position, looking up at Neil as she removed his underwear. Her fingers trembled slightly as she did, letting his cock spring free. Beautiful, and hers to do with as she wished.

  She was greedy to taste it again, but Neil helped her to her feet.

  “I already know how your mouth feels,” he told her. “Now we’re going to fuck, but you’re not allowed to come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

  Liz nodded, wanting more than anything to feel Neil’s wonderfully hard cock inside her. Neil handed her a condom and lay back on the bed. Once she had him safely sheathed, she climbed on top of him. Grasping him firmly by the base of his shaft, she sank down so just his head was lodged inside her. Even that set her insides fluttering wildly, so she paused for a moment, planting soft kisses on Neil’s throat and the hollows of his collarbones. When she felt composed enough to carry on, she slid farther on to his length.

  “Mmm,” Neil sighed. “So tight, so wet. And all mine…”

  “Yes, sir,” Liz replied, rocking her body slowly. At least in this position she could set the pace, pull back a little when she felt her orgasm building. She didn’t know what Neil would do if she came before he told her she could, but she was sure he had plenty of ideas. After all, he owned a blindfold and a pair of wrist cuffs. What other toys might he be carrying in his overnight bag?

  As they fucked, they gazed into each other’s eyes. Liz felt as though Neil could see all the way into her soul. She could have no secrets from this man. It would always be obvious to him what she was thinking, and how much she wanted to be with him. Perhaps it was too soon to be talking about love, but that felt like the emotion sweeping through her at this moment. She only hoped he felt the same.

  When Neil reached down to play with her clit, she tried—and failed—to bite back a whimper of pleasure. She was so close, and it would take very little more to make her come.

  “What did I say?” Neil asked. “No orgasm until I tell you.”

  Summoning up every last reserve of willpower, Liz pulled herself back from the brink. She felt as though she was trying to keep the lid on a pressure cooker, but Neil had given her an order and she knew she had to obey it. Somehow she managed to hold back.

  At last, Neil said, “Now, Elizabeth. Come for me now.”

  Her orgasm had been suppressed for so long it threatened to tear her apart. Crying out, “Oh, master!” Liz let the waves of bliss sweep her away. Dimly, she was aware that Neil was coming, too. As the final orgasmic eddies died away, she slumped on to his broad chest, lost in a place beyond rational thought.

  He made a nest for her in the crook of his arm and she cuddled into it, breathing in his musky scent, mingled with the lingering remnants of his Vetiver cologne. Neil stroked her hair, telling her how delicious she looked when she came and that she was the perfect little submissive he had thought he might never find. As sleep claimed her, she couldn’t recall when she had last felt so content.

  Chapter Three

  Liz and Neil slept late the following morning, having woken some time in the early hours to make love again. This time, Neil had placed Liz on all fours, ordering her to hold on to the headboard. Then he’d cuffed her in place before entering her forcefully from behind. The feeling of being fucked while in restraints had excited her like never before, and she’d come twice before Neil finally reached his own, much-delayed climax.

  They only just made it downstairs before the hotel’s restaurant stopped serving breakfast. Several of the other guests in the wedding party were there, most of them looking slightly the worse for wear. It seemed as though the dancing and drinking had gone on long past midnight, though the bride and groom must have crept up to their room well before the end. James had mentioned to Neil, after she’d left, that they would be leaving early in the morning, needing to be at East Midlands Airport in time to catch a nine o’clock flight to the Maldives.

  Guided by Neil, Liz helped herself to a bowl of muesli from the breakfast buffet. She looked round the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tom, but this morning there were two middle-aged waitresses serving the guests instead. One of them brought coffee and wholemeal toast for the couple.

  “You’re looking a lot chirpier than most of this lot,” she commented to Liz as she cleared away the cereal bowls. “Did the sensible thing last night, eh, my duck?”

  Liz smiled. All the things she’d done with Neil and Tom could hardly be described as sensible, but she had thoroughly enjoyed every single minute. Neil had woken something, which she realised now had always been buried deep within her, waiting for the man who could tap into her latent need to submit.

  “I thought we’d go for a walk once we’ve finished breakfast,” Neil said, staring out of the window towards the hills lying beyond the hotel’s manicured lawns. “I’m sure you could do with some fresh air after last night.”

  Liz nodded, sipping her coffee. Their train back to London wasn’t until three o’clock, so they had plenty of time to explore the surrounding area. Long country walks had always struck Liz as parti
cularly romantic if you went on them with someone you loved.

  She pulled herself up short. She hadn’t spoken the word out loud last night, but this was not the first time she’d acknowledged, if only to herself, she was in love with Neil. She didn’t usually fall so hard and fast for someone, but Neil wasn’t like any other man she’d dated. Suddenly, she really needed to know what would happen once this weekend was over, and the two of them returned to their busy London lives. The arrangement they’d agreed on was purely for the length of the wedding. What would happen when it ended?

  Neil rose from the table, interrupting her train of thought. “Come on, Elizabeth, let’s go and get our coats. And you’ll need to put a sweater on. It’ll be cold up on those hills.”

  Having wrapped up as warmly as they could, Liz and Neil left the hotel a few minutes later, stepping out into a beautifully crisp November morning. Following the route they’d taken the day before, along the village’s main street and past the church, they began the slow upward climb into the highest hills of the Peak District.

  It was a beautiful landscape, dominated by huge limestone crags shaped by running water and time. They stuck to paths that had been well trodden by previous hikers, though they met no one along the route apart from the odd sheep.

  “I can’t believe how quiet it is,” Liz said, hearing nothing but the birdsong and the sound of a stream tumbling down into a rock pool a few feet below where they stood. “You get so used to the noise and bustle of London, it’s just such a nice change to be able to slow down and appreciate the view for once.”

  “Well, I’m definitely doing that,” Neil replied, smiling at Liz.

  She felt a pleasurable tingle pass through her, her body responding to the blatant desire in his gaze. On another, warmer day, they might have found a private place among the heather where they could make love. Or maybe not so private, given Neil’s penchant for displaying Liz’s body to admiring eyes.