by Dakota Trace
She nodded, then remembered to give him a verbal answer. “Yes, Master.”
“So I won’t use the clover leaf clamps on you again. I’m sorry, slave. I should’ve asked your limits before I forced you to wear them. I was angry and knew from Grant that you hated them. I thought it would drive you away. But it didn’t, did it?” His fingers slid down her neck. “You have such inner strength, don’t you? You won’t back down from me. Perhaps I need that but nonetheless it won’t happen again. I promise.”
Myrna wasn’t sure if she was happy that Amery had decided that there would be no more use of the painful little clamps or saddened by the idea. Sure she could live without the clamps for awhile. It wasn’t like this thing with Amery was going to be a permanent thing. Eventually he would move onto greener pastures. Her only goal was to make sure that they were still friends when it was over. Because as sure as the sun rose in the East, one of two things would happen: Amery would find out about her extraordinarily wet orgasms and be disgusted, or she would keep them under control leaving her orgasms weak or absent so he’d become frustrated and leave. She would just have to be careful to only wear them when she was by herself. There was no need for him to know that she wore them exclusively when she masturbated, or that she needed their extra bite to climax.
“So we’ve covered bondage and pain. What about humiliation? Do you need that, slave?”
“No, Master.” She thought briefly about the incident at the club yesterday. “Although I find being watched is intriguing, Master.”
“Hmmm. So you liked the Founder’s meeting yesterday?”
Rubbing her thighs together, she leaned her head against his thigh. “Yes, Master. It was very erotic.”
His thigh tensed under her cheek. “What did you like the best?” His voice was rough.
“Uh,” she mumbled not sure where to start. Her dream and the day before had merged in her mind. “I guess…well, what Master Liam was doing to his slave.”
“A spanking? You want to be treated like a naughty little girl?” His voice was amused.
She swallowed down a groan. She’d mixed up her dream with the reality. Ah hell, Liam was spanking his slave for not sucking him hard enough. He didn’t actually drape his slave over the table and eat her. He only did that in my dream. I should’ve said Simon! Simon was the one who actually ate out his slave.
“I…I…” How am I going to talk myself out of this one?
“Somehow that surprises me. From the way you stared at Simon, I was almost certain that you were wishing you were under his mouth. Unless you’re a contortionist - that is one thing a woman can’t do for herself. The feel of a warm wet tongue lapping at your clit before thrusting inside of you until you come is something you have to have another present for. ” His hand slid down her neck to rest on the swell of her breast. His thumb rubbed over the straining tip through her shirt.
Fighting back the urge to beg him to pinch her nipple, she nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Yes, what? That you need another to perform oral sex, or yes, you want to feel my mouth on your pretty little cunny?”
Her clit throbbed. She dug her fingernails into the palms of hands. Trying not to move, she gasped out an answer. “Yes to both, Master.”
A low growl filled the cabin. “Did you bring yourself to orgasm last night?”
“Ah, no?” She thought guiltily about her dream and its subsequent orgasm and amended her answer. “Not deliberately, Master.”
His hand abandoned her nipple. She wanted to cry out in protest.
“You best explain yourself, slave, before I bend you over my lap.” The hard bite of his voice had her pussy weeping.
Chapter Nine
“I’m waiting, slave.” The hand in her hair tightened warningly. She froze as her breathing became erratic. Whether her response was from anticipation, fear or a bit of both, she wasn’t sure.
“I didn’t do it on purpose, Master.” She shifted. “I went to bed like you asked, with my hair undone and no nightgown. Apparently I was more worked up than I thought.”
“And?” His voice was still firm but had a coaxing quality to it,
“I…I’m not used to sleeping in the nude, Master, and with everything that occurred yesterday, I had…a dream.”
“Was I in your dream?” His fingers began to caress again.
“Yes.” She was barely able to force the word out. Above her his breath left him in a raspy groan.
“Tell me, slave. What did I do?”
She felt her face flush and was glad that he couldn’t see it. “We were at the club… at the Founder’s Meeting. Everyone was playing together.”
“Including us?” His hand released her hair to return once more to her nipple.
“Yes.” It came out as a low moan when his fingers gently picked her hardened nub.
“And what were we doing?”
She struggled with her answer. The silence grew. His fingers released her nipple.
“I asked you a question, slave.”
Her voice caught in her throat. I know he asked but how can admit that I’m so desperate to feel his mouth against me that I dreamt it? “I can’t, Master. Please don’t…”
She found herself jerked off the floor and turned over his lap. Before she could mutter even one word of protest, his hand landed heavily on her skirt-covered rump.
“The next will be against your bare arse, slave.” His voice was stern and she could hear the determination in it. Under her rounded belly she could feel the solid outline of his cock. While he wasn’t completely erect, she could only assume that rumors about him were true. He would be more than a mouthful.
She squirmed when he jerked the hem of her skirt up, baring her panties to his gaze. His hand landed on the silk covering her arse. She squealed when his fingers stripped the panties down her thighs. A whimper escaped her when his hard hand made contact. The sting was followed by a series of sharp whacks. Sobbing as her desire grew with each stroke, she finally broke, no longer caring about her pride. “You…you had me tied to…the table...and were licking me.”
His hand froze. “Did I now?” His voice seemed to be raspier than usual.
“Yes, I couldn’t do anything to stop you. You were relentless.”
“Did I make you come in front of everyone?” His hand returned to her hot arse and began to rub absently.
She nodded shakily, digging her fingers into the nearest woolen covered leg. The nubby fabric teased her palms. “I’m sorry, Master. I woke up and…”
He gave a rough sigh. “…and couldn’t resist masturbating?” He pulled her panties up before sitting her upright on his lap with her head under his chin. For the first time in years, Myrna felt the closeness that had been missing from her life.
“No, I didn’t masturbate, Master...at least not intentionally. You see, when I came in my dream...” She drew a deep breath. “…I woke up to find myself on the verge of coming for real and couldn’t stop. I was hot and needy but still half asleep. I couldn’t stop. I had to rub my naked body against my sheets. I came within seconds of waking.” She nibbled on the inside of her cheek while she waited for his response. A rough sigh escaped him. Hearing it, she panicked. “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to!”
“I’m sure you didn’t but regardless you did something I asked you not to do.”
She hung her head. “Yes, Master.” She began to tremble in his arms, afraid he was going to say it’s over. He lifted her off his lap. Sinking into the cushions next to him, she stared down at her feet, vastly aware of him reaching under his seat for his briefcase. “Would it help if I promise it won’t happen again, Master?”
The quiet snick of the case opening had her jumping. “Now, how are you going to promise not to do it again, if you were sleeping as you said?” He rooted around inside of the case. “You’re human, Myrna, and a sexy little submissive woman who’s been too long without a Master. I expect there to be lapses from time to time. But don’t think I’ll let t
hose lapses go unpunished.” The click of cold metal against her wrist had her looking up in surprise.
“Master?” Her heart started racing as he guided her arm up and hooked the other cuff over the metal frame. Threading it through the frame by her head, he smiled at her. “Give me your other wrist.”
“You’re not serious.” Her eyes frantically searched his. This was the last thing she’d expected to happen today. They were on a train headed for Dublin for heaven’s sakes.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” His eyes darkened. “Either you give me your wrist or I’ll take it. I guarantee if I have to do it, you’ll regret it.”
She slowly offered him her wrist. He took it and guided it into the dangling cuff. “Good girl.” Slipping off the seat, he stood. Her heart pounded as he pulled a blanket and another pillow out from under the opposite seat. Taking both, he dropped them on the floor in front of her. What the hell is he doing? Her eyes widened when he began to tug up her skirt once more. As it passed her knees, she began to protest. He silenced her with another one of his dark looks. She bit her lip but still couldn’t help but jump when his hands tucked her skirt up under her back, again exposing her stockings and silk panties to his gaze. A shiver worked free of her when this fingers slid under the waist band of her damp underwear. His fingers traced over the dark silk stockings encasing her legs.
“Damn, if I’d have realized you were wearing these under this skirt, we never would’ve have made it out of your house.” He glanced up at her, his eyes blazing. “Next time, I want you to wear fishnets for me.”
“Fishnets?” Her voice squeaked. She was a sixty-three year old woman. There was no way in hell she was gonna wear a young woman’s stockings. He was out of his ever-loving mind. “Amery, please…I’m over sixty…I don’t wear…”
His eyes snapped and his hand raised her chin. She flinched when he lifted her face to meet his gaze. “What did you call me, slave?”
“Amery?” her response was breathless.
His eyes narrowed. “You just earned another two punishments, slave.”
“Two…Master?” She tugged nervously on the cuffs holding her.
“Yes. One for forgetting to call me Master, and the other is for believing that your age has anything to do with your sexiness. If I want to dress you up in fishnet stockings, stilettos and a micro-mini skirt, you’ll do it. You have a lush body and I’m not going to allow you to hide it any longer.”
She flushed at the idea of being led into The Sanctuary’s Lair as he described. Talk about embarrassing…she wasn’t a young girl anymore and couldn’t begin to compete with the younger subs.
“Look at me, slave.” His sharp voice broke through her musing. “You may call me Amery when we’re not in a scene but anytime I put this on you…” He leaned forward with a slender velvet choker with a beautiful pearl ringed cameo inset in its lush fabric. “…I expect to be referred to as Master.” When she opened her mouth to protest, he arched an eyebrow at her. “I know you think you’ll get out of your punishment for using my name during a scene today. I’m telling you right now, claiming ignorance at this late date will not do. You knew we were participating in a scene.”
She bowed her head and nodded her understanding.
“Good, now that we have an understanding, I want you to wear this for me. This will be your public collar. I’m not like some of my friends who demand that their subs wear their play collars twenty-four/seven. You’re an older submissive who deserves a more tasteful collar for times when we are in public.” He grinned at her suddenly. “But make no mistake, Myrna, I have a leather collar with a nice sturdy hoop on it with your name on it waiting for you. Now before we go any further, I offer you this collar and all it entails. With your acceptance, I’ll become both lover and protector of you. I’ll care for you, body, heart and soul. You shall be mine to punish and love as I see fit. In return, I shall give you security, trust, and pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever known. Do you accept, Myrna Doherty?”
Staring up into his dark eyes, Myrna had an inexplicable feeling that her life was about to change. Whether for better or worse she didn’t know. The idea of Amery actually being serious about having a long-term Dom-slave relationship with her boggled her mind.
“Myrna?” He thumbed her lower lip. “Please let me show you what you’ve been missing all these years. No man will take better care of you than me. Take a chance, sweetheart. You won’t regret it.”
If he’d demanded she accept his collar or tried to seduce her into accepting it, Myrna would’ve been able to resist. But instead she lightly nipped his thumb where it rested on her lower lip before sucking it gently inside her mouth. Sucking on it and twirling her tongue around the salty skin, she finally released it with an audible pop. “Yes, Master, I accept your collar.” Even as nerves jumped in her stomach and she waited for the uncomfortable feeling of entrapment, nothing occurred. Instead her heart pounded as his calloused hands brought the choker up to her throat. She swallowed when the sensual velvet brushed against her skin. A moment and a few fumbles later, her new Master had her collar clasped securely around her slender neck.
If she’d expected him to savor the moment of her collaring, she was sadly mistaken. As soon as the small silver clasp at the back of the choker was fastened, Amery moved away. He sank to his knees in front of her. Kneeling on the pillow she’d abandoned earlier, he grabbed the second one, lifted her hips and shoved it under her before ripping her panties in half. A startled cry escaped her tight throat as two pieces of silk fluttered to the train floor. He just ripped off my panties!
“Beautiful.” His voice was reverent as his fingers traced over her swollen labia. He looked up at her. “I want this pretty little pussy bare, slave. I want nothing to interfere with my pleasure or yours. We’ll do it together later.” He tugged at the moist curls guarding her entrance. Sliding his fingertips trough the shallow hollow he toyed with her before finally teasing her opening. Her eyes met his when his finger tested her. One quick twist of his wrist and the first two fingers were buried deep inside her. Her gasp was drowned out by his hoarse exhalation. “Damn, slave, you’re so wet.” He pulled his fingers part-way out before thrusting them back in. The wet sucking sound of her flesh around his roughened skin had her moaning. “Have you ever been fisted, slave?”
She cried out, his words reminiscent of her dream. Dear Lord, please don’t let him do this to me. Shaking her head in denial, Myrna tried to pull back from the hard thrusting of his fingers, but the pillow under her hips allowed no escape. Wrapping her hands around the metal bar she was attached to, she tried to pull herself up and away, desperate to stop what she was sure was going to be the most humiliating experience of her life. The pounding pressure and pleasure his fingers gave was driving her rapidly over the edge. She couldn’t remember ever being this easy to excite. Not even during the beginning of her relationship with Grant over four decades ago had her body responded this readily.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” A firm hand hauled her back down and forced his fingers deeper. She froze when his fingers curled and brushed a spot within her so sensitive she thought she was going to orgasm right on the spot.
“Master!” Her plea drew a chuckle out of Amery.
“That’s right.” He continued to rub against the patch of flesh. His thumb found her clit. She screeched when he rubbed her flesh, both inside and out, in a maddening rhythm. Her thighs trembled and her chest heaved under her heavy blouse as she fought to keep from coming. The intensity of the coming climax had her panting. I can’t do this! She dug her fingernails into her palms, hoping against hope the pain would distract her.
“Still hanging on, I see.” His thumb lightened. She sighed as the climax which had just moments ago been tugging at her faded away. “We’ll just see how long your control lasts, slave, before you give over to me.” He withdrew his fingers from her. Her low protest turned into a shriek when his head dipped and his tongue speared through her soaked
folds, lashing at her as he feasted on the wonderful juices running from her desperately aroused body.
“Oh God, Master, no…don’t do…ah God help me.” She knew she was babbling but couldn’t stop. The wet heat of his tongue, as it darted back and forth, over her clit and down to her opening and then back was sending new shards of agonizing pleasure through her. His teeth nipped at her clit and she arched towards him, her body once again fighting to come. She wailed as he removed his mouth from her. He lifted his head and grinned at her.
“It’s not going to be quite so easy, slave. We have several hours until lunchtime and at least one more after that before we arrive in Dublin. I’m going to spend our time pushing your body to unbearable heights, and you’ll not come until I give you permission. That is to be your punishment for coming last night. Between the two of us, you shall learn to control your urges.”
A tortured gasp pushed past her lips. “Dear Lord, help me.”
* * * *
Kneeling between his slave’s raised thighs, Amery continued to tease her swollen flesh. It’d been nearly twenty minutes since he’d begun and he already found himself weakening. Listening to her gasping moans and pleas were pure aphrodisiacs to his ears. He loved the sounds she made in her throat when he nipped on the crease of her thigh, or when he applied his teeth to her swollen clit.
If it had been any other woman, he would’ve had more control. Control needed not only over the slave, but right now over his own body. Inside his pants, his cock was hard and throbbing, his balls drawn up tight. He wanted – no he needed to be buried deep inside his slave, his Myrna. She was perfect for him, touching her was like trying to hold lightning. His hands, mouth, chest, and cock - all had been in touch with her sexy luscious body and they tingled with awareness.
“For God’s Sake, Master! Please!” Her hips arched towards him, now not in an effort to get away from his probing fingers and tongue, but instead to get closer.
He drew his fingers out, loving the wetness coating the first three fingers. He loved how her body clasped at them, how wet she got. He could drown in her and never complain. The wet sounds as he slid them back inside of her had him grunting. Have I ever heard anything more erotic than this? He seriously doubted it. Parting her lips with his free hand, he exposed her swollen nubbin to his gaze. When he pursed his lips and blew over the damp flesh, she cried out and threatened him with death, castration, even with her own son, if he didn’t let her come. When her voice broke, he knew it was time. She was ready to give over to him.