by Opal Carew
“Yes. As I mentioned before, I’m very interested.” God, she couldn’t believe her voice sounded so calm. As if she were talking about a business venture, when in reality they were talking about red-hot sizzling sex.
She took a sip of her ice water.
“I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t started to reconsider.”
“Not at all.” She gazed at him with blazing eyes. “When?”
He smiled. “I was hoping we could spend a week together.” His eyes heated as he watched her bite into a plump, juicy shrimp. “I can clear my schedule anytime you like.”
That surprised her, since Matt was a very busy man, with a huge corporation to manage. But then, he had a team of people to depend on. And Matt had always been able to set aside time for her. It seemed that hadn’t changed.
She had also checked her schedule in anticipation of this request. Her team was actually just past the initial stages of their latest project and things were going smoothly.
“I could arrange to get away next week, or if that’s too soon, maybe—”
“Next week would be perfect.” His smile lit his face and she longed to grab his hand and drag him out to the limo where she would proceed to rip his clothes from his very broad, muscular body and devour him.
Over the rest of dinner, he talked about arrangements. The driver would pick her up at her apartment on Friday afternoon. He asked if she could get off a little early so she wouldn’t lose the whole evening traveling. By the time they finished dinner, they had the details sorted out and he talked to her about running a business in a less hectic place than New York and how she had adapted. She carried her end of the conversation, but all she could really think about was what would happen when he dropped her off at her apartment. Would he come up for a drink?
Would he stay the night?
On the ride to her apartment, her heart thundered in anticipation and she couldn’t help glancing at him from time to time, wondering what he was thinking. Their conversation had petered out and they rode mostly in silence. When the driver finally pulled up to her door, she turned to Matt.
“Would you like to come up for a drink?”
“No, I’m afraid not. I’ve got an early meeting in the morning.”
Disappointment rocked through her, but he took her hand and kissed it, his warm lips brushing her skin. “But I look forward to seeing you Friday.”
The driver opened her door, then saw her to the building entrance and opened the glass door for her, too. She glanced back at Matt and smiled, then proceeded into the building. Damn, she didn’t know how she’d last until Friday.
* * *
Kate gazed out the car window at the huge mansion as the driver opened the door for her. He carried her bag up the steps and rang the doorbell.
Seconds later, Matt opened the large, oak door. She smiled at the sight of his strong, handsome face.
“Kate, so nice to see you.”
The driver placed her bag inside the door, then took his leave. Matt closed the door behind him.
“Would you like some dinner?” he asked as he took her coat.
“No, I ate on the trip here.”
There had been a selection of prepared food available in the limo: sandwiches, salads, a fruit plate, even pizza slices. She hadn’t been particularly hungry—she’d been totally preoccupied with what would happen with Matt this evening—but she ate something anyway because she hadn’t wanted to waste time with dinner once she got here.
He picked up her overnight bag and led her up the stairs to a large bedroom. She was disappointed when she realized it wasn’t his. He set her bag on a bench by the window. There were no clothes in the bag because he’d told her to bring only the clothing she wore. He would be dictating what she wore this week as part of her training.
He pointed at items on the bed. “Put that on and leave your clothing folded outside the room, then meet me downstairs in ten minutes. On the dot. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her insides tingled at the exchange. He was starting right into it.
He left the room and closed the door behind her. She gazed at the black leather items sitting atop the pristine white bedding. She walked over and lifted the boned corset, and realized it would not cover her breasts. She sifted through the items and did not see a bra.
She stripped off her clothing and folded up her suit and blouse, then wrapped the corset around her midsection and hooked it up. She found a leather thong and pulled it on, then stared at the four straps with buckles still lying on the bed. Finally, she realized they were ankle and wrist cuffs and she put them on. Finally, she put on the five-inch, steel-stiletto-heeled shoes.
She glanced at herself in the mirror and blanched at the sight. Was that really her? The corset pulled her waist in tight and the high heels made her legs look incredibly long. Her breasts, totally bare, seemed larger than usual in contrast to the tight black leather hugging her torso. Even more so with her hard nipples thrusting forward.
She crossed to the door, but as soon as she pulled it open, she realized she’d be walking through this big house half-naked. He probably had staff and someone might see her. She glanced at her watch and realized she had no time to think about it, since she had less than a minute until Matt’s imposed deadline. She glanced around quickly before she laid her clothes outside the door, then she walked carefully down the stairs, gripping the banister tightly. She wasn’t used to shoes this high.
* * *
Matt’s breath caught as Kate stepped into the room, her naked breasts swaying as she walked. He was glad he’d given the staff the week off to leave them privacy, but he hadn’t told Kate that yet.
“Good. Now, stand in front of me.”
She walked toward him, then stopped a few feet in front of the armchair he sat in. He stood up. Then he stared at her breasts. Round, creamy, soft. As he watched, her nipples went from slightly hard to jutting straight forward, the aureoles pebbling. He longed to lean forward and take one into his mouth, then savor it as he stroked it with his tongue. Then he’d suck, slowly at first, then long and hard until she moaned in delight.
But that’s not what this session was about. He wouldn’t actually touch her this evening.
Slowly, he moved around her, scrutinizing her body. The contrast of her white skin with the black leather was seductive. The corset made her already small waist appear even smaller. The high cut of the thong paired with the extremely high, slender heels accentuated her long, shapely legs. And her ass, so round and firm, was completely exposed.
“Do you like me looking at you?”
She hesitated, and he knew she probably found it unnerving, because as beautiful as she was, she had doubts about her body and didn’t like it being scrutinized too closely.
“Well?” he prompted.
“I’m not sure, Sir.”
He suppressed a smile. Her desire to be touched was warring with her discomfort at being examined.
“Go and get the riding crop sitting on the table by the window.”
She glanced around, then walked to the window and returned with the black leather stick and handed it to him. He took the handle and walked around her. He dragged the end of the crop over her shoulder, then down her arm. He glided it over her waist, then back up to brush the undersides of her breasts. She stood perfectly still, but he could sense a change in her breathing.
He walked behind her, and stroked her round ass with the stick. Then he drew it back and smacked it across her left cheek. Very lightly, but he knew it would smart a little. She gasped and the skin reddened a little.
“A good sub wants to please her Master at all times. That means, she likes what he likes. If he enjoys examining her body, she learns to enjoy it, too, because a Master’s greatest pleasure is his sub enjoying his attention, and vice versa. Do you understand?”
He could tell she was a little confused. The truth was, he knew she enjoyed his looking at her; she
simply had to push past her uncertainty. A good Master knew what his sub liked and would only push her when he knew it would enhance her pleasure.
He walked in front of her and was taken aback at the deep anxiety in her eyes.
“Kate, what’s wrong?”
She stared at the floor, but he could feel the tension in her. “Nothing, Sir.”
He tucked his hand under her chin and gently lifted her head until she was looking at him.
“Kate, step out of the role for a minute. Now tell me what’s bothering you.”
“I don’t like the crop.” Her voice was tight with tension.
“Okay, we’ll put it away.” He walked to the fireplace and put it down on the mantel, then turned. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, in a coaxing, encouraging tone as he walked back to her.
“I … didn’t want you to think I don’t trust you. I do, but…”
Damn, he was such a fool. “The whipping. I’m sorry, Kate. But remember that you can step out of the role anytime you want. You have control in these scenarios. Just like in the past, use your safe word.”
Her face visibly relaxed.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
She nodded. “Triangle.”
“Good.” He smiled at her, then stroked her cheek and leaned in for a tender kiss.
* * *
Kate’s anxiety diminished as soon as Matt put aside the crop, and now with the soft kiss, it drained away completely. As Matt’s lips brushed hers, his hand cupping her face, she melted against him. His arm slid around her waist and he drew her tight to his strong, muscular body. She felt safe with him. She totally trusted him. The riding crop had just triggered memories that caused her insides to churn.
Now, with his strong arms around her, and her naked breasts crushed against his solid chest, heat wafted through her, and her nipples swelled. He was big and hard and masculine. He would command her to do things. To please him. And to please her. Her insides quivered.
He drew back and smiled at her, then his face returned to the dispassionate expression of her Master and he stepped back. He sat on his armchair again.
“Come here.”
She stood in front of him and he gazed at her breasts, at his eye level. He continued staring. She felt the tingle of desire as they tightened and protruded straight out. He lifted his hands and stroked the sides of her breasts, then cupped them. Her nipples pushed into his palms and her insides coiled with need.
“You have lovely breasts.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
His thumbs stroked her nipples, sending sparks flittering through her. Then he took one nipple in his mouth and licked.
“Oh, Mr. Pearce. That feels so good.”
He cupped her ass and drew her closer, then sucked hard. She gasped at the sharp, delightful sensation. He shifted to the other nipple and sucked it lightly. Too soon he released it, then eased her back a half step and gazed up at her.
“Now touch yourself. Show me what you like.”
“Yes, Mr. Pearce.” She touched her nipples, brushing them lightly with her fingertips. They were damp from his saliva.
“I want you to touch your pussy.”
She glided one hand down her stomach, then over the leather crotch.
“Wait. Take off the thong.”
She quickly disposed of the panties, then stroked over her folds. He watched intently as she glided between them to the moisture already pooled in her opening.
He caught her wrist and drew her hand from her dripping pussy, then took her index finger, glazed in her juices, into his mouth.
He licked it, then sucked. As he pulled it deep into his mouth, his wet, moist flesh pulsing around it, her core clenched in need.
He released her finger. “You’re delicious. Now, kneel down and unzip me.”
“Yes, Sir.” She knelt in front of him, gazing at the big bulge in his pants.
She unfastened his button, then drew down his zipper, careful not to touch his bulge so she wouldn’t be punished. Because punishment would delay her from putting her lips around that bad boy.
“Now reach in and pull out my cock.”
She smiled. “Yes, Mr. Pearce.”
She reached inside his boxers—a fine, silky cotton fabric—and wrapped her fingers around his big, wide shaft. It was so hot and hard, pulsing in her hand. She drew it from the fabric and admired it as it stood straight up, thick and solid.
She wanted to lean in right now and glide her lips along his length. To have him erupt in her mouth and swallow all he gave her.
“You don’t need to respond with every command. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now, take off your clothes.”
Reluctantly, she released his big cock and stood up. She unfastened the hooks down the side of her corset and peeled the leather away, then tossed it aside. She shivered in excitement as she stood there totally naked, except for her shoes and the leather cuffs, and he sat fully clothed, but with his huge, throbbing cock pushing from his pants, at full attention.
“Go sit on the chair across from me.”
She had to stop the “Yes, Sir” that leaped to her tongue. She walked the few feet to the other chair, then turned and sat down.
“Open your legs so I can see you.”
She sat with her knees wide apart and quivered in need as he stared at her most intimate parts.
“Touch yourself. Give me a sexy show.”
She stroked one nipple with her fingertips while she slid her other hand to her soft folds. While her nipple throbbed between her pinching fingers, she stroked her slick flesh, then glided a finger inside her hot, wet opening.
“Are you wet?” he asked.
“Yes, Mr. Pearce. Very wet.”
She stroked over her clit and her insides clenched.
“Are you touching your clit now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She vibrated her fingers over it lightly, watching him as his big hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed.
“It feels so good, Sir.”
“Are you getting close?”
She vibrated faster. Pleasure rose within her.
“Oh, yes, Sir.”
“Keep stroking that sweet little clit.”
She stroked harder, feeling the pleasure build. It wouldn’t be long.
“But I don’t want you to come.”
Oh, damn. She arched against her hand, so close she could barely stop it.
“But I’m so close, Sir.”
“Stop.”
Damn it! She stopped touching herself, need burning through her like a branding iron.
“Come over here.”
She walked to him.
“Kneel in front of me and lick my cockhead.”
She knelt in front of him and gazed at his huge cock. She leaned forward and licked the tip, tasting the salty pre-come. He was rock hard for her.
“Hold it and suck it.”
She wrapped her hand around the thick, throbbing shaft and drew it to her lips, then swallowed him inside. His huge mushroom-shaped head filled her mouth. She sucked, and glided down, taking half of him, then she slid back again. Sucking harder, she glided down again, then back.
“Okay, stop.”
Slowly, she released him. He stood up, drawing her to her feet, too. Then he turned her around.
“Sit.”
She sat on his chair, still warm from his body. He knelt in front of her and pressed her knees wide apart, then leaned forward. She gasped as he licked her sensitized clit. Two thick fingers glided inside her and she clenched around them.
“You are so fucking wet.”
He sucked on her clit and she gasped again, her head falling against the back of the chair as she arched against his mouth. His tongue teased her mercilessly, then he sucked again. Pleasure shot through her, then waves of ecstasy erupted within her. Pulsing. Washing through every cell.
She moaned as he continued to suck and lick, his fingers thru
sting in and out.
“Oh, Mr. Pearce. I’m—” She gasped again as he sucked hard. “I’m coming.”
She wailed her release, her fingers coiled tightly in his dark wavy hair.
“Sir, please fuck me now.”
He kissed her clit, then leaned forward and licked her nipple, then gave it a quick suck.
“I was going to just ease into things tonight. No actual fucking.” He smiled. “But you have been such a good little sub.”
He took her hands and drew her to her feet, then guided her behind the chair and pressed her forward against the back of it. Standing behind her, he stroked her long hair from her neck and nuzzled, sending tingles through her. His big body leaned against her, his hard cock throbbing against her back. She longed for that big cock to be inside her as he swept her hair from her back and tossed it over her shoulder, then nuzzled her neck again.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and guided her until she was bent over the chair back, his mouth still playing over her neck. His cock glided between her legs, stroking her slick folds. Her vagina clenched as she anticipated the invasion of his pulsing, rock-hard member. His lips slipped from her neck as his shaft stroked over her folds again. Oh, God, she was desperate for him inside her.
“What the hell?” he exclaimed.
To her utter disappointment, his cock fell away and his hot body shifted. His finger stroked down her back.
“Kate, these scars…”
She tensed as he drew her to her feet and turned her to face him.
* * *
Matt had been just about to drive into Kate’s sweet wetness when he’d seen a series of angry red scars on her back. Now she stared at him with wide, vulnerable eyes.
“Were these from that night? That guy?”
She nodded.
“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I had no idea…”
She’d told him the guy had whipped her, and he’d heard her screaming in her dreams, but he’d still had no idea how bad it had been. To leave scars like that … Fuck.