by Dakota Trace
“Bad slave.” His breath was raspy as he scolded her. “We can’t do this here, but damned if I don’t want to bend you over the desk and have my way with you.”
She gave a gasp at his words. “Master!” Wiggling against the erection under her hip, she received a swat before he forcibly lifted her off his lap and deposited her back into her chair. Standing, he strode over to the window facing the street.
Sitting for a moment and trying to catch her breath, she contemplated his stiff back. “Did I do something wrong, Master?” It took all of her courage to ask, but she was trying not to not paint Amery with the same brush as Grant. He’s not rejecting me.
He glanced over his shoulder at her, a satisfied look on his face. “No. I just need to put some distance between us.”
She nibbled on her lip, worry in her eyes.
“Don’t look so worried. You did nothing wrong, sweetheart. It’s just I’m not used to you touching me in public. I lost my head for a moment, so until I regain a bit of control, I’m going to stay here and you’re going to stay there. Understand?” His stern tone had her giggling. The idea of little old Myrna Doherty having such an effect on Amery Alastar, a well renowned Dom, tickled her.
“Wench.” He turned back to the window. Sticking her tongue out as his back, she was glad he couldn’t see her childish behavior. “I saw that, slave.” His dark tones had her insides quivering and for once she didn’t question her body’s responses. Perhaps everything would work out.
Chapter Eleven
Signing the final form, Myrna gave a sigh of relief. It was nearly an hour later. Mr. Spurnman’s paperwork had taken a bit longer than expected but it was finally done.
“Here you go.” She handed the form back to the bank official. He skimmed over it before looking up at her.
“Everything looks like it’s in order.” He rose from his desk as Myrna and Amery stood. “Thank you for allowing First Trust to make this right for you, Mrs. Doherty. It was a pleasure to meet both you and Mr. Alastar.”
She nodded before following Amery out of the room. A sense of relief washed over her. She wouldn’t have to return to work. Now, I can continue my life as normal. No more worries about whether or not I’m going to have to accept Amery’s charity once again just to survive.
As they entered the cab, he once again surprised her when he gave the cabbie the address of the hotel. Laying a hand on his arm, she gave him a puzzled look.
“I thought we had a reservation at Dunne & Crescenzi for supper? My mouth has been watering since I heard you on the phone making it.”
“We do, but not until later.” His hand touched her arm, drawing her complete attention. Under the layers of fabric separating them, she felt a surge of awareness. She looked up into his eyes. “If you don’t want to become intimate, tell me now, slave.”
The awareness increased as his words registered. Her chest tightened with worry. Why is he asking me instead of demanding? Doesn’t he realize I want him?
Her confusion must’ve shown, because he drew a gentle pattern on her arm. “I don’t want to rush you, but quite frankly, slave, I’m a bit desperate here. You’ve kept me waiting a very long time. So if you aren’t ready to surrender everything,” he leaned forward to brush his lips over her nearest ear, “and I mean everything, including those incredible orgasms,” he pulled back to meet her eyes, “then now is the time to tell me, while I still have enough control to stop.”
“I don’t,” she had to force the words past the sudden constriction of her throat. She cleared her throat. “I don’t want you to stop.”
His eyes glittered in the shadows. “Even knowing I won’t accept less than your complete and utter submission?”
She nodded, keeping her eyes locked with his.
“Just remember you agreed to this, slave, when I push you outside of your comfort zone.” He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. “I’m going to drive Grant Doherty completely out of your system. He’ll no longer have a hold on you once I’m finished.”
She gulped as the cab drew to a stop in front of the hotel. Dear Lord, is it even possible? Grant had colored her outlook on the lifestyle for far too long. Will Master be able to fix ten years of abuse at Grant’s hands?
* * * *
The tick of the lock was like a lick of fire up her spine. She was now trapped inside the hotel suite with her new Master and had no place to run. Nervousness, plus a small bit of relief at the idea, had her fidgeting under Amery’s stare. And she knew he stared, because she could feel every covetous, hungry look he was sending her way. Rubbing her suddenly damp palms on her skirt, she waited for his next command. His first had been, “When we get into the room, I want you to remove your coat. Then face the bed and stand utterly still. You’re not to turn around, slave.”
The sound of what she assumed was him removing his outer jacket and suit coat was muffled within the silence of the room. She thought she might have heard the clink of his cuff links being removed and set down on the stand next to the door. There was silence for a few moments more, other than the occasional soft rustle of fabric. Her imagination was going wild. Is he actually disrobing behind me? She bit her lip when the loud rasp of his zipper being lowered had her jumping. It was all she could to do to stop from spinning around to see if he’d just actually unzipped his pants. She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands, hoping the slight sting would keep her focused. Oh God, is there any crueler fate than this?
She quickly found out there was.
“Do you realize how hard you make my cock, slave, just by obeying? When I can see your curiosity has you struggling to disobey and yet you aren’t moving?”
“No, Master.” Her answer was part whimper - part moan.
“You do make me hard, you know. The idea you’ve finally given yourself over to me is a heady feeling. I’ve been waiting for years. At times I didn’t think you’d ever give over to me. You’re a very stubborn woman.”
Hanging onto his words, she nodded. “My stubbornness was all I had left, aside from Caelan, after Grant left.”
“You had me, slave. You’ve always had me. All you had to do was ask.”
She stiffened. Like hell I did. By the time I was ready to try again, you were involved with Emma O’Reilly. Even though she hadn’t been in the scene then, she’d heard from several mutual acquaintances along with one memorable confrontation with the woman herself that Amery had found a permanent slave. Emma personally had assured her she wasn’t willing to share him. So Myrna had backed away, not wanting to hurt Amery or herself by approaching him. It had saddened her to hear about O’Reilly’s death in a car accident less than a year later. She’d been drunk if the gossip mills were to be believed.
“I can feel the wheels in your brain turning, slave. What are you thinking about?”
She licked her lips. “Honestly? Emma O’Reilly.” She waited for his outburst. Grant had always exploded when I asked about his other slaves. Damneigh, I’ve got to quit thinking or comparing Amery to that idiotic arse.
“She was a very foolish, immature young lady. More foolish than I had anticipated.” There was a note of sadness in his voice.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought her up. It’s obvious you cared for her, Amery.” Her shoulders slumped. Unbelievable! How the hell did I manage to screw even this up?
Pain exploded in her left butt cheek. The unexpected pain had her crying out in surprise. She moved to look at him, when his voice, dark and sensual, washed over her.
“What did you call me, slave?”
She winced. “Amery, Master.”
“And what were the rules?”
“When this slave is wearing her collar she’s supposed to address Master as Master.” She rushed the words, hoping to appease him.
“That’s right.” His fingers brushed over her neck. “Now, as far as caring about Emma, I did care for her in my own way. She was a convenient outlet for my desire for you at the time. “
Her bre
ath caught in her throat. He’d desired me but why hadn’t he… “You weren’t ready to accept me yet. Caelan had just flown the coop and you needed time to get your feet under yourself with him gone. Emma knew going in, whatever we did have would only be temporary. I never lied to her. I offered her physical pleasure and the training she wanted in exchange for the use of her body.” His voice hardened. “Either she was foolish to believe she could change my mind or she lied when she agreed to the arrangement. Either way, she was upset when I ended our affair after she demanded a permanent collar. I felt responsible for the pain that caused her to drown her sorrows at the bar. I wasn’t even in the club when she left. I’d left an hour before.”
The pain she heard in his voice had her desperately needing to turn around. She wanted to comfort the man, even while she wanted the Master to bend her over the bed and fuck her. The idea he’d wanted her all along did crazy things to her insides. “If you don’t mind me saying, Master, she’s to blame. You didn’t force her to drink and then get behind the wheel. If she knew your position going in, it was foolish to believe she could force you to offer her your collar.”
“Very.” His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Now, that you know what baggage I’m carrying, it’s time to deal with yours.” He stepped back from her. She gave a low moan of pain. She didn’t want to think about Grant right now. She wanted Amery to help her forget – not prod at wounds that had never truly healed.
“I…Master, please can’t we just fuck?” She licked her lips.
“No.” His voice was further away now – more distant both physically and emotionally. Where has the connection I felt just moment ago gone to?
“Have I angered you, Master?”
His voice was rough. “No, but to say I’m happy with you at this particular moment would be a lie. I’m frustrated you are trying to keep this as nothing more than a physical relationship.”
A tear trickled down her cheek. “And prodding at old wounds is your solution?”
His body heat was back. “No, exorcising Grant’s influence is my goal. How can I fight what I don’t know, m’gnogag?”
She gave a deep sigh. “You can’t. “ She braced herself. “What do you want to know?”
“I want to know why you fight your orgasms. Grant always claimed you had a hard time climaxing properly. After what I witnessed earlier, I don’t think that’s your issue at all.” His voice was soft but firm.
She chewed on her lip. He had to go for the crux of the problem. “What I did earlier, wasn’t - I mean isn’t - a proper climax. It’s dirty, disgusting and vile.”
“Slave, if that wasn’t a full blown proper orgasm, I don’t know what is. I’m hearing Grant’s words, not your own. How can any part of your pleasure be disgusting or vile?”
“I don’t know,” she wailed. “All I know is, anytime I lost control like that, I was severely punished for it.”
A low rumble against her back while his arms wrapped around her body had her stiffening. “Don’t stiffen up on me, slave. I’m not angry at you, but I am royally pissed at him.” Even without hearing Grant’s name, she knew exactly who Amery was referring to. “Your body’s expression of your pleasure will never be anything less than beautiful and if that arse was too pig-headed to realize it, then you’re better off without him.” His lips covered her ear again, sucking on the shell of it before delving inside. A low moan of pleasure escaped her this time. His grumble of satisfaction rumbled in her ear. “Believe me when I tell you I don’t find your delicious orgasms repulsive.”
She whimpered. “But they …I’ll get you really wet. I get everything wet.”
“Hmmm, thanks for the warning, slave. I’ll make sure to order some pads for my bed at home.” Again his teeth nipped at the shell of her ear. “And I will punish you if you try to hold them back.”
Myrna struggled with her disbelief. He can claim he wants them until he gets a full dose. Then he’ll be changing his tune.
“Are you doubting my sincerity, slave?”
How the hell does he do that? It’s like he’s reading my mind! She shrugged her shoulders when he repeated the question.
“Evidently you’re going to take some convincing.” He stepped back once more. “Remove your clothes. Slowly!”
With trembling fingers she slowly slipped the small buttons on her blouse through the button holes. By the time she reached the bottom one, her thighs were slick with juice. This has to be one of the most erotic things I’ve done, she thought as she let the blouse slip off her shoulders. It caught on the crook of her arms, exposing the smooth curves of her upper back to his gaze. Unbuttoning her cuffs, she allowed the silk material to slide further down. The only thing keeping it on was the fabric was tucked into the waist of her skirt.
As it hung from her, she slipped off her half boots, wiggling her toes in the plush carpeting. Her breath caught when her blouse was mysteriously tugged away. By Amery’s hands she assumed, but with her back to him, she couldn’t be sure.
“Continue.” His voice was firm. “The skirt next, slave. I need to see that sexy arse of yours.”
Catching the tab at her hip, she lowered it, making sure to draw it out as he’d requested. Unlike her blouse, once the waistband was loosened, the skirt pooled around her feet. The harsh breathing behind her assured her that her Master was enjoying the view of her in nothing more than a bra and thigh-high stockings. As she reached for the hooks of her bra, her hands were brushed away.
“Stop.” His voice was now guttural with need. “Mine.” He gave her a not so gentle push. She stumbled towards the bed before catching herself against the tall poster at the foot. When her hands wrapped around it, she found herself pressed against it by his body. A low moan of need escaped her. She could feel the wool of his trousers against the back of her thighs, along with the brush of silk and skin against her back. I want to see him, I need to see him.
“Master, please. I want to see you.”
A hand squeezed her thigh. “No. If you insist on misbehaving, I’ll blindfold you before tying you to the bed, slave. You’ll not look at me until I allow it.”
Even as disappointment filled her, her pussy clenched at his denial. The idea he wouldn’t allow her to top from the bottom – to take control, had her wanting him more than ever before. “Yes, Master.”
His hands skimmed over her body, adjusting her position against the poster. Raising an arm here, parting her legs a bit further there, and even canting her hips out to put her bottom on prominent display. “Damneigh! You look utterly fuckable. Now hold completely still. Don’t move no matter what you hear. If you do, I’ll warm this,” he squeezed her ass cheek, “until you beg for me to fuck you.” His hand squeezed once more before releasing her all together.
Keeping her eyes forward, she tried to ignore how on display she felt. The air vent directly below her sent warm currents of air across her exposed pussy. The continuously flowing air teased her unbearably. She wanted to rub her clit but knew if she moved her hands she’d be in real trouble. Part of her was tempted to disobey just to find out how Amery would react. It truly shamed her but she’d once entertained the same type of thoughts with Grant.
She stopped shortly after the first time she’d ejaculated in his bed. With his disgusted rejection of her orgasms, the playful teasing had gone out of their relationship. Shortly thereafter, she’d found out she was pregnant with Caelan. Then she’d been too tired to even entertain the idea of playing in their bedroom. She’d done what Grant had wanted or needed to get off before slipping into their bed exhausted from housework, child rearing and the stress of living with a man who lived way beyond their means.
The click and flash of a camera had her jerking in surprise and dragged her completely out of her dismal thoughts. “Master?” Even she could hear the wary tone in her voice.
“Shhh, you’re beautiful and I want to remember this moment.” His fingers trailed up her spine. “The first time my slave off
ered herself to me.” His tongue soon followed his fingers. It had her gritting her teeth against the need to jerk away from him. His teasing tongue and fingers had found a previously unknown erogenous spot. She’d never dreamed the small of her back or the valley between her shoulder blades could be so sensitive that the mere stroke of his fingers would send shards of desire to her womb. It was as if there were a direct connection between those spots and her pussy. A whimper escaped her as a thin trail of juice ran down her thighs. His fingers found the dampness and his resulting groan tickled her flesh, causing even more juice to gather and coat his fingers.
“Goddess - that’s so sexy, slave. Do you realize how close I am to fucking you where you stand?”
“Really, Master?” She tried to focus on his words, but his damn tongue and teeth kept playing with her newly found hot spots. Suckling, stroking and nipping at the spot between her shoulder blades, he had her wanting to thrash and buck against him. Only the fact he’d told her to be still had kept her motionless. At least until his fingers trailed back over her thigh and one finger found her clit while his thumb nestled between the cheeks of her ass to press lightly on her rosette. “Ohhh.” Her hips rocked backwards before she jerked them back to their original position. She wanted — no needed — to move, but she couldn’t.
“Has this little ass ever been breached, slave?” His thumb pressed a little harder against her.
“Not…in years.” She tried to form a coherent thought, but he chose that moment to tweak her nipple with his free hand. The erotic bite of his fingers through the lacy material of her bra sent another surge of pleasure through her body. Her knees nearly buckled when his teeth left her hot spot to travel to the muscle of her shoulder. He nipped before sucking on the crook of her neck. “Please?” She mumbled the words even as she tightened her hands around the poster.