Hit and Miss

by Alexis Fleming

  “Do you acknowledge that I am your Master?” He stared at her, a small smile on his lips.

  All she could do was nod. If she didn’t play along, she’d burst into giggles and ruin the whole mood he’d set up.

  He shocked the shit out of her when he leaned over and snapped a bright red and silver collar about her neck. Attached to it was a twisted red tether. He hooked his hand through the loop at the end and turned towards the door of the bure. “Then come. My appetite needs to be satisfied.”

  Kat scrambled to her feet. “I hope you don’t expect me to crawl on my knees after you, buster. Ain’t gonna happen.”

  He raised one eyebrow at her. “I didn’t you permission to speak, slave. But to answer your question, I’ll allow you to walk behind me this time. When I want you to crawl on your hands and knees, you’ll know.”

  She shivered at the promise in his words and meekly allowed him to tug on the tether. They’d reached the little patio at the front of the building when he suddenly stopped and looped the end of the lead over the post of the patio railing.

  “Wait here, I’ve forgotten something.” With that, he disappeared back inside.

  “Hey, you’re not…” Kat’s words trailed off as he shut the door behind him. What did he think she was, a damned dog he could leave tied up to a pole? Like hell!

  Grabbing the end of the twisted cord from the post, she stomped over to the door and flung it open. “Lister, buster, you might be acting the role of Master this weekend, but don’t think you can treat me with anything but respect. I’ve already had that from one guy. I’m not about to let it happen again.”

  The Master was on the far side of the room. One of the drawers of the credenza was ajar and in his hands was an open book. At her words, he spun about to face her. The first thing Kat noticed was the look of guilt flashing across his face. The second was that he’d pulled the black mask up to his forehead and now had a pair of black-framed glasses perched on the end of his nose.

  “Ohmigod, I know you,” she whispered. “I don’t believe it. The man from the restaurant. How the hell did you get here?”

  Chapter Three

  Oh-ohh! Gabe grimaced. His goose was cooked, to coin an old cliché. Kat Toomy advanced on him one step at a time. The look of disbelief on her face disappeared. Instead, a calculating glint flashed in her blue eyes.

  “Ah, I can explain.” Yeah, right, I am in deep shit. He closed the book and hid it behind his back. Like that’d work. All she had to do was grab his arm and she’d see he was such a rank amateur at this BDSM stuff he’d had to go out and buy an instruction manual. Going for the safer option, he slipped into the open drawer and eased it shut.

  “You reckon? Hmm, this should be interesting. I find you eavesdropping on my conversation at that restaurant and now you turn up here?” She laughed, but the sound carried more anger than amusement.

  Gabe knew he was in trouble. He should be working on coming up with an explanation for her, but his brain, and his body, had different ideas. The fact of the matter was he couldn’t keep his eyes off the picture she made. She’d tucked her blonde hair behind her ears which highlighted the red flashes of anger on her cheeks. Her eyes glittered. With retribution, no doubt. But damn, she was one sexy package.

  With the light from the entrance hall behind her, the baby-doll top hid nothing. She’d changed the Master’s orders somewhat by donning a bikini under the outfit, but it didn’t detract from her over-all sexiness. Hell, the bikini bra barely confined what he could see of her breasts.

  His cock tightened as he imagined taking it off her. His brain supplied a raunchy picture of Kat tied to the bed by the Velcro cuffs. Naked and panting. Him kneeling between her spread legs…

  Contact! His brain and his cock. One and the same. His damned erection grew even harder, pushing at the front of his leather trousers. He’d end up with zipper marks branded on his dick at this rate, particularly as underwear and skin-tight pants didn’t go together.

  “Nothing to say for yourself?” Kat stopped scant inches in front of him, hands fisted on her hips. “Want to explain how you ended up at the same place at the same time? After you got your rocks off listening in to my sexual fantasies at that restaurant?”

  He backed up a step, his ass hitting the drawer behind him. Right over the pocket of his trousers where he’d hidden the wireless remote for the Love Egg. The result was instantaneous.

  Kat moaned and clutched at one of the silver-studded straps on his chest. The other hand slid down to her lower belly. She rubbed her thighs together, moving her hips in time with the clenching of her hand on her stomach.

  Well, how about that? It works. Just the same, he’d better not push it too much. He still had to get her back in a playful mood. Easing his hips forwards, he took the pressure off of the button on the remote. “Are you all right?” He guided her over to the couch. “Maybe you should sit.”

  “No, I don’t want to sit. I want you to tell me what’s going on.” She shoved him in the chest and Gabe fell back onto the couch. Then she positioned herself between his spread thighs. “Now give! What the fuck, Master?”

  Okay, truth time, just not all of it. “I…I did overhear you talking in the restaurant. I—”

  “Overhear nothing. You were all but drooling down my neck.”

  Not about to waste an opportunity when he had a beautiful woman between his legs, Gabe slid his hands behind her knees. Not just any woman…this one. Something about Kat Toomy got to him on a gut level, firing all his senses. He half expected her to pull away, but instead, she leaned into his touch. He moved his hands a little higher and felt the shiver that trembled through her.

  “Okay, you want the truth?” He cringed inwardly. No way could he tell her everything. “You intrigued me. Hell, you did more than that. Your fantasy made me burn. I wanted to get to know you, so I signed up for an introduction to BDSM so we could meet.”

  He tightened his hands on her legs and waited for the fallout. Any minute now, she’d slap him one, accuse him of stalking her, and march out. Damn it, he didn’t want her to go. He’d suffered through a whole string of mediocre relationships over the last few years, and the sex involved hadn’t been much better. Kat excited him. Stimulated him, both mentally and physically.

  She snorted. “Well, aren’t you the lucky little beaver? Amazing, isn’t it, that the computer just happened to match us up? And what the hell’s your name, anyway?”

  “My name is Gabe, but you will call me Master. Can you honestly say the idea of making love to a man in a mask doesn’t do anything for you?” Hands still holding her thighs, he rolled his hips backwards on the couch. He pressed his weight down on the wireless remote, keeping it there.

  A breathy moan tumbled from her mouth. The tip of her tongue glided across her bottom lip. She clenched her thighs together, moving her hips in time to her rapid breathing.

  Gabe felt his own heartbeat accelerate. Watching Kat get turned on by the vibrations of the Love Egg seriously eroded his control. His cock was so damn hard he had to spread his legs farther to accommodate his erection. He slid his hands up to her groin, his thumbs angled inwards. “Tell me you’re not turned on right now and I’ll stop. Can you do that, slave?”

  “All right, damn it, I’m so horny right now I’m about ready to come. Get on with it, will you?” She jerked her hips, pushing against his hands.

  He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of her bikini bottoms, brushing against the damp lips of her pussy. “And are you willing to accept me as Master, to do with you as I desire?”

  “Yes, damn it!”

  There was definitely something to be said for this dominance stuff. Freakin’ crap, he was getting off on this whole scenario. Much more and he’d throw her down on the carpet and fuck her until they both passed out. He allowed himself a small grin as he remembered her conversation in the restaurant. Nothing like giving a lady what she most wanted.

  But not yet!

  He sat up straight s
o the remote disconnected. Then he removed his hands and manoeuvred Kat back a few steps, just enough so that he could stand. Forcing himself to keep a straight face, he broke the sexual tension, more to keep himself in control than her. “Right, now that we understand the rules, let’s go eat. I’m still hungry.”

  Ignoring the blatant frustration and irritation on her face, he moved towards the door of the bure. Kat followed him without a murmur.

  He glanced over his shoulder. Kat’s eyes were wide, her breathing still rapid. I wonder how far I’ll get before she reacts?

  He opened the front door and stepped out on the covered patio, but Kat dug her toes in. She yanked the lead out of his hand, grabbed the studded strap across his back, and hauled him around to face her. “I’m…I don’t believe you. I’m on the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm here and all you can think of is food?” She backed him up against the railing surrounding the patio, and he heard something hit the pavement beneath his feet. “I have something for you to eat!”

  As his ass hit the timber rail, Kat plastered her body to his, lifting one leg and curling it around his hips. He was right. Their ‘bits’ fit together perfectly. She ground her lower body against him, her pussy nestling the hard ridge of his cock.

  Without his brain giving the order, Gabe thrust his hips, desperate to get nearer to her heat. His mouth fastened on hers. His tongue swept inside, stabbing in time to the movement of his hips. He felt consumed. Heat devoured him, searing nerve endings as it swept through his body. He didn’t think it was possible, but his cock grew even harder.

  Kat broke off the kiss and flicked him a wicked grin. “So the Master needs feeding, does he? Just what type of hunger does Master wish to satisfy?”

  She slid her mouth down and licked at his chest. “This?”

  Gabe groaned and gripped the rail either side of him to prevent himself grabbing hold of her, tossing her onto the deck and screwing her senseless. His brain gave up the fight to form rational thoughts. All he could do was feel. Her hot little tongue traced the edge of the leather straps. Circled his navel. Dipped inside in a parody of the actual sex act. Thrust. Withdraw. He’d go mad.

  “Or this?” She opened the snap on his trousers and lowered the zip half way, trailing her mouth down the line of dark hair. Face buried in his belly, she nipped the soft skin then soothed the bite with a sweep of her tongue.

  A shudder ripped through Gabe. His hips bucked forwards and backwards, smacking his ass into the railing behind him. Then Kat slid his zip all the way down and freed his cock from his trousers. The breath left his chest in a loud whoosh. Christ, this woman was about to drive him crazy.

  “Ohh, dinner!” Kat clasped her hand around the base of his cock and swirled her tongue over the head. “I guess I’m hungry, too.” Flicking him a grin, she opened her mouth and closed her lips around his cock.

  “Kat! We’re…” Hell, his brain was still asleep, his dick ruling his head. She trailed her tongue along the width of his aching cock, taking him deeper. Tremors attacked Gabe’s legs and he had to brace his knees so he wouldn’t end up a melted puddle of testosterone at her feet. He released the rail and clasped a handful of her soft hair, not at all surprised to see his hand shaking, too.

  “We—” He gulped as she probed the slit on the swollen head with the tip of her tongue. “We need to take this inside. Before someone comes along and see us.” She took no notice, but continued her ministrations. Gabe knew he had to do something before he got to the point of no return.

  “On your feet, slave!”

  Kat lifted her head and stared at him. Her eyes had a glassy look, as if she couldn’t understand why he’d stopped her. Red flags unfurled in her cheeks. Perspiration beaded her forehead. Okay, so it might have been caused by the tropical temperature, but he didn’t think so. She was getting off on this whole scenario, too.

  He started for the door of the bure, crooking a finger over his shoulder at Kat. All of a sudden he had to grab for his trousers. The leather was so tight they’d started to roll down his ass now that the pressure of the zip had been released. He had no desire to be bare-assed for anyone walking by. Kat sniggered behind him. For a moment, he was tempted to reprimand her.

  But…it was funny. Gabe Carpenter, the most conservative man out, and here he was, about to lose his britches and flash his ass for all and sundry.

  No sooner had he closed the door than Kat shoved him up against the wall. She ground herself against him, her hot pussy meshing nicely with his hard cock. Gabe groaned. Oh yeah, there is a God.

  “Forget the foreplay,” she snapped. “I’m burning up. Do me right here. Right now!” She wrapped her hands about his neck and pulled herself up, tucking her legs around his hips. “Fuck me already!”

  He grinned. “Seems the slave is even hungrier than the Master.”

  Then, as Kat started to move on him, he lost his smile altogether. Sensation swamped him, rolling over him like a wave. His heart pounded so hard it was a wonder his chest didn’t rip open. He clasped her about the waist and pulled her closer, thrusting his hips so his cock dragged against her pussy, increasing the friction over her clit. He gave a momentary thought to the toys set up in the bedroom. The Velcro restraints on the bed. To hell with it. There was time for the Master/slave fun later.

  No way would he be able to walk away from this. Christ, he wasn’t certain he’d be able to walk at all. And he sure as hell wasn’t an idiot. Kat was in a frenzy, as if she was about to explode into flames, and hey, he could play the fire-fighter as well as the next guy.

  He slid his hand down between their bodies, intending to rip away the bikini bottom so he could feel her heat against his cock. He reached his objective and then heard a slight noise. Enough that it pulled him from the erotic haze that shadowed his mind. His eyes opened wide as, after a brief knock, the door of the bure opened.

  “Ah hell,” he growled, “can’t a guy have a dirty weekend with a sexy lady without interruptions?”

  “Guess not, mate.” The brawny male at the door had a British accent and looked the part of a gentleman. He wore what appeared to be a customised Italian suit with sartorial splendour, but the expression on his face was pure, undiluted, heathen hell-raiser. He held up a familiar-looking object, cocked a razor-straight eyebrow and grinned mischievously.

  Gabe leaned forward and squinted. “No!” He grabbed the empty pockets of his leather attire, realising that the brash intruder was now in control of Kat’s next orgasm.

  Too late.

  To Gabe’s dismay, the evil bastard pressed the button, holding it firmly, wrinkling his nose and chuckling, while poor Kat collapsed with what obviously were excruciating, erotic spasms.

  Chapter Four

  “Ow!” Kat moaned, knees buckling.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Gabe bristled as he caught Kat before she hit the floor.

  “Just call me Cupid.” The stranger smirked. Leaning against the doorjamb nonchalantly, he pressed the Love Egg’s detonation device again.

  “She’s not a damned video game!” Gabe protested. “For the love of God, man!”

  Man? Gabe watched as Cupid pursed his lips. Cupid had been called many things over the ages, but rarely mortal. Not with lineage of Olympians running through his veins.

  He noticed Cupid grin again, and Gabe could well imagine the so-called Greek god’s thoughts. Time to have some fun.

  “I’m Dr. Eros, but you may call me Eric.” Cupid toyed with the electronic switch. “Sorry about that—couldn’t resist. I’m the island’s sex therapist, you see. These gadgets fascinate me.” He handed the object back to Gabe.

  “Doctor?” Kat had caught her breath and looked at Cupid with imploring politeness. “Sex therapist, you say?”

  Gabe grinned. She was still weak with want. Perfect.

  Cupid extended his hand, which Kat accepted. “Psychologist, actually, among other things.”

  She seemed reluctant, but Gabe could sense her curiosity. She pointed to the wirele
ss control he’d handed over to Gabe. “That…that thing.”

  “Yes?” Cupid controlled the twitch that threatened the corners of his mouth.

  Gabe wanted to smile—he was sure that Cupid wanted to laugh, but it was up to him to maintain control and set boundaries, since for all he knew, both characters before him clearly had none.

  Cupid stayed reserved as Kat confronted Gabe.

  “You!” Further vocabulary to admonish him seemed to desert her. Her face flushed, her lips trembled, and her hands balled into tiny fists.

  “Of course.” Gabe cleared his throat. “I’m the Master.” Gabe looked imploringly at their interloper and muttered under his breath. “I had this under control until you showed up.”

  “Did you now?” Cupid looked at him in disbelief.

  “Yes.” Gabe shifted his weight. A small lie. He was floundering, but he’d die before admitting that to Ericor Kat.

  Cupid shrugged. “She didn’t seem to know it was you pushing her, er…buttons.”

  “Of course I knew!” Kat fairly shouted. “But…I didn’t know how—I mean I never actually saw him do anything.”

  “Your partner was most likely trying to arouse you,” explained Cupid.

  “Well, it’s bloody well not fair play when he has something like that!” Kat’s outburst carried with it a generous mix of outrage and imbalance laced with indignation.

  “I agree. That’s why it’s to most couples’ advantage to take part in our BDSM instruction.” Cupid clasped his hands in front of him. “That’s why I’m here. I’ve read where you placed your preferences when you signed up, but I didn’t see any…uh…requests for our classes.”

  He made a big deal out of observing Gabe’s irritated body posture and Kat’s confused blush.