Mastered

by H. L. Maxwell

  “Well, it's no secret that the food here is incredible. Agreed?”

  I simply nodded enthusiastically since my mouth was full of perfectly-cooked meat.

  “So,” he said, “people come here to enjoy a good meal, sometimes with a few...extras...and sometimes not.”

  “And the waitstaff?” I asked. “Do they all have...a relationship with you?”

  “My staff here knows their place, yes. But no, I haven't technically slept with any of them, if that's what you're asking.”

  “Technically?”

  He took another slow, deliberate sip of his wine.

  “But you didn't answer my question,” I insisted. “Is this all? Just this room?”

  “There's the main dining room, this dining room, and the VIP lounge.”

  My pussy pulsed involuntarily. The excitement must have shown on my face because Jake laughed.

  “Don't worry, Miss Wells. We'll go there next. But first, slide over here and sit next to me so we can properly enjoy our dessert.”

  Chapter 8

  I slowly slid around the booth as Jake welcomed me to his side, draping his arm easily over my shoulders. Right on cue, the large doors opened and Michael wheeled in an elegant silver cart filled with long-stemmed glasses. As Michael set the glasses on the table one by one, Jake began to nuzzle into my neck, his lips gently trailing along the side of my jawline. Michael looked pointedly into my eyes as he continued to lay out the dessert cups, each one filled with something different. Some looked to hold whipped cream, other strawberries, chocolate mouse, or melted caramel.

  Jake's kisses trailed lower, and he bit teasingly at the lace covering my shoulder, nipping lightly. His warm hand once again found my knee, and I moaned softly as he didn't hesitate with his touch, but rather slipped his fingers all the way up, underneath the panties, and gently into my wet slit. His fingers began slowly pumping in and out while his thumb found my clit, and it took a fair amount of effort to keep my head from falling back against the seat.

  “Madame?” Michael never broke eye contact.

  “Mmhmm?” I was too far gone for full sentences.

  “Is everything to your liking?” He looked directly at Jake's hand buried in my pussy, my skirt shoved above my waist.

  “Oh, yeah. Yes. Yes, it is. Thank you, Michael.”

  “Very well.” Michael smirked, bowed slightly, and then reluctantly turned his eyes away, leaving us alone in the room once more.

  Jake looked up at me, clearly pleased with himself. “You handled that like a pro, Miss Wells. I'm impressed.”

  “And you, Master,” I said, tilting my head so my neck was once again exposed to him, “are an ass.”

  He chuckled against my throat, and pulled away, reaching for the glass filled with chocolate mousse. Removing his hand from my core, he dipped his fingers in the mousse, scooping up a dollop and holding it to my lips. I eagerly sucked on his digits, purposefully rolling my tongue around the tips and lightly dragging my teeth along the sides. He needed to know that I could drive him crazy, too.

  Jake growled softly and pulled his fingers out, again dipping them in the mousse. This time, instead of sliding the dessert into my open mouth, he ran it along my lower lip, smearing the chocolate thoroughly, then sucking the remaining mousse of his fingers. Cradling the back of my head, he slowly leaned in until just the tip of his tongue reached out to trail gently against my mouth. I openly moaned, already more turned on than I'd ever been.

  “Jake,” I whispered, “please kiss me. Please.” Immediately after I said it, I realized I should have called him Master, but luckily he was too caught up in the moment to notice or care.

  As if a little encouragement was all he needed, he crushed his mouth to mine as his tongue teased, his mouth sucking on my lower lip and biting hard. His hands in my hair and mine grasping his shoulders roughly, I couldn't think about anything other than my want for him. My need for him. He broke the kiss first, and smiled.

  “Get on the table, Miss Wells.” He was back to being Master, and I only hesitated briefly before crawling onto the polished surface. Jake slid the dessert cups out of the way as I positioned myself directly in front of him, not entirely sure of how to pose or what to expect.

  Suddenly, he hooked his hands behind my knees and tugged hard, sliding my body closer towards him and putting my pussy near the edge of the table. Roughly, he shoved up my skirt and grabbed the satin straps of the panties, sliding them down far enough that they dangled from one ankle and my legs could open freely. “Lean back on your elbows,” he said, his eyes feasting on my wet slit.

  Placing a kiss gently on the inside of my knee, he looked up. “Mags,” he murmured, his mouth sucking gently on my inner thigh, “are absolutely gorgeous.” Sitting back, he ran his hands through his already-disheveled hair and just looked. His eyes scanned up my bare legs, taking a minute to look at my core, and then trailing slowly up my clothed upper-half before finding my eyes.

  When his breathing leveled, he reached for the cup of hot caramel and winked. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me, darlin'.”

  Realizing what he was intending, I panicked for a second. “Are you sure?...Master?” I added quickly.

  He pulled back a little and looked overly-puzzled. “No,” he said finally, “you're right. How can I fully enjoy your dripping pussy when I haven't seen the rest of you?”

  We just stared at each other for a minute, until finally he raised his eyebrows. “Well, Miss Wells?”

  Giggling, I unzipped my skirt easily, wiggling it off and tossing it aside. Sitting up, I caught the edge of my lace shirt and pulled it overhead, then quickly followed suit with the camisole. The look of appreciation on his face made my center throb.

  “Better?” I asked, my hands cupping my breasts and pushing them together slightly, fingers gently tugging on my hard nipples.

  “Mu-” Jake cleared his throat. “Much better, yes. Thank you, darlin'. Go ahead and lay back, now.”

  I assumed the same position as before, resting on my elbows with my auburn hair spilling behind me and fanning gently on the table. He picked up the caramel again, his other hand spreading my pussy lips open with his thumb and forefinger. Slowly lowering his head, his breath got hotter and hotter against my core before his lips lightly brushed against my swollen clit. My body jerked in response as I moaned.

  He tilted the cup carefully to the side, letting a thin stream of warm caramel drizzle over my center and run between my pussy lips. He moaned loudly, lowering his mouth to me and licking in earnest. His tongue dipped into my tight little hole, then dragged slowly upwards, flicking against my clit before suckling on it gently. The entire time he panted and moaned as my back arched and I involuntarily ground my pussy into his eager mouth.

  Sliding two fingers into me, he groaned. “Fuck, Mags. You are so tight,” he whispered before lowering his mouth again to my wetness. Fucking me in earnest with his fingers and openly lapping at my clit, it wasn't long before I felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm starting to stir in my toes. Raising his head, he looked me in the eyes.

  “Ask.”

  I groaned in frustration. “Ask what?”

  “Ask to cum.”

  I hesitated, his mouth blowing gently on my aching pussy, but not giving me the warm, wet licks I so badly needed.

  “Master,” I panted.

  “Yes, Miss Wells?” he murmured, his lips lightly brushing against my clit.

  “Can I please cum, Master?”

  I felt him smile against me. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

  With that, he began licking and sucking my pussy with renewed enthusiasm.

  The tingle in my toes quickly shot up my legs and into my stomach, traveling into my shoulders and tickling my scalp. As I was poised to orgasm, he pulled away completely.

  I whimpered and looked down, ready to do whatever it took to have part of him inside me again; ready to do whatever it took to release.

  “I said you could cum, d
arlin'. I just didn't say when.” He bent down to bury his tongue one more time inside me before again hooking his hands behind my knees and tugging. This time, he pulled me the entire way off the table, and I ended up straddling his lap, my hips automatically grinding against his hardness.

  His lips immediately latched onto my right nipple and sucked hard as I screamed out in appreciation. Releasing my breast with a light sucking noise, he looked up. “Well, I don't know about you, but I'm full.” Lowering his head to my left breast, the flicked my nipple a few times with his tongue before biting hard, then sucking softly on the hardened peak. “Or, on second thought...” he began.

  “No! No, Master. I...I just can't take anymore. Please.”

  “Alright, darlin,” he said, reluctantly pulling away from my breasts, hanging at eye level and begging to be sucked.

  “In that case,” he continued, “I think it's time we retire to the VIP lounge, don't you?” Looking down at the silk panties still dangling from my ankle, he grinned. “Though you might need to reconsider your outfit, Miss Wells. You're severely over-dressed.”

  Chapter 9

  Right on cue, Michael entered with one luxurious silk robe in his hands, the same deep plum as the panties Jake had given me. He stood respectfully at the end of his table, his eyes lingering over my body. My first instinct was to cover up, but looking at my clothes scattered across the floor, leaping off the table and bending to scoop them up felt much more compromising than staying in Jake's lap.

  “Michael,” I began, attempting to sound unfazed by the fact that I hanging out in a restaurant completely naked, “how on earth do you know when to come in? You're like a...wizard. A waiter wizard.” I looked at Jake for confirmation. “A wizard waiter?” He bopped me lightly on the end of my nose in response.

  “It's bugged, darlin',” Jake said simply, looking to the small vase poised on the edge of the table.

  “Bugged?”

  “We keep small video cameras and mic's in the flower arrangements to provide better service, but also to make sure that everyone's...playing fair. We want people to enjoy themselves, not get creepy and end up making little darlin's like yourself cry,” he joked, but I could tell it must have been an issue in the past. Jake wasn't serious about many things, but keeping women safe was absolutely one of them.

  “Miss Wells?” Michael offered, holding the robe out to me. Hesitating briefly, I finally climbed off Jake as gracefully as I could and slipped my arms into the holes. Michael reached around my waist, his body pressing gently against mine while he tied the satin robe to keep it closed.

  Jake unfolded himself from the booth and came to take my hand. “Thank you, Michael. I'll take Miss Wells from here.” Michael bowed quickly and excused himself.

  Jake spun me towards him and kissed me lightly on the lips. “You ready, Mags?” he whispered, his hand running gently through my hair.

  “Ready to cum, you mean?” I teased. Jake laughed and swatted my ass.

  “Come on, you little spitfire. The VIP lounge is waiting.”

  As he walked towards the big doors we entered through, my heels dug into the ground.

  “Jake,” I nearly hissed, “I am not walking through that dining room in a robe.”

  “Miss Wells,” he chided, “you told me you trust me.” And with that the doors opened wide, (no doubt Michael's doing), and Jake was pushing me through.

  To my great relief, a set of long curtains had been pulled together, making a private passageway between the dining room and another set of equally large doors, these ones manned on each side by large men in all-black uniforms.

  Without speaking, they both leaned in, scanned their key-cards, and held open the doors. After walking through a small sitting area, complete with plush velvet settees in deep purples, magentas, and turquoise, Jake paused before a simple entryway and held out his hands.

  Knowing immediately what he wanted, I sighed and reached down, untying the satin rope of my robe and sliding the garment off my shoulders. I handed it to Jake, who hung it on a coat rack by the entrance.

  “Jake,” I began, before he reached around and swatted my ass again. I looked at him curiously, not entirely sure what I'd done to deserve a spanking.

  He leaned in and touched his forehead to mine. “Master,” he whispered with a wink.

  “Master?” I started again. “Can we please talk about the fact that this morning I walked naked through my house for the first time, and now I'm about to walk naked into who-knows-where with who-knows-who staring at me?”

  “Yes, Miss Wells. We certainly can talk about it. And how awesome it is,” he said teasingly, his lips briefly brushing against mine. “But for now, I have some people I'd like you to meet.”

  Chapter 10

  Jake disappeared into the entryway. Taking a deep breath, I slowly followed suit, promising myself that no matter what, I wasn't going to panic.

  Letting my eyes adjust to the dim light, I realized that the décor was much like the rest of the restaurant; deep woods, polished surfaces, low-hanging chandeliers sparkling gently, and Jake's signature music humming softly in the background.

  The main difference though was the tables. Instead of round dining tables and circular booths, there were...stations. Beautiful, round platforms rose from the ground, small shelves underneath holding various kinds of condoms, lubes, and sex toys. There were plush cushions built into the tops, and it dawned on me that those platforms were designed specifically for fucking.

  Looking around, I easily verified my assumption. While I hadn't noticed at first, about twenty or thirty people were scattered around the large room, some standing in clusters to watch a couple having sex while others simply lounged on a platform playing with themselves, their eyes closed, moaning openly.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered. Jake just laughed.

  We stood there and watched for a moment before Jake laced his fingers with mine.

  “Ready to make the rounds?” he asked.

  Not entirely sure what exactly “making the rounds” entailed, I simply nodded and squeezed his hand.

  Walking silently by his side, Jake wandered from station to station, taking a minute or two at each one just to observe. After weaving through the couples, we came to a woman spread eagle on a platform, her body completely naked except for one small, silver nipple clamp hanging delicately from her left breast. Her finger flicked quickly against her slit, her head resting against the platform as her hips rose and fell slightly while she touched herself. Sensing a close presence, she opened her eyes lazily, flying into a sitting position when she realized it was Jake.

  “Oh, Master!” she gasped. “I didn't know you were coming in tonight.”

  He smiled and walked over to her, brushing her hair out of her forehead. “Lie down, Miss Jones,” he said authoritatively. Miss Jones complied quickly.

  Jake came back to me, leaning down to kiss me lightly, before whispering in my ear. “Is this okay?” I nodded automatically, already feeling my body tingle from watching this woman play.

  He bent to the open shelving on the front of the platform, and encouraged me to do the same. Selecting a thick, magenta dildo, he held it up for my inspection.

  I didn't understand. “It's fine?” I hedged hesitantly. “Very pink.”

  He chuckled. Placing it in my hand, he selected a bottle of organic lube and liberally dripped the slickness along the head and shaft of the dildo. Instinctively, I reached up and grasped the toy, my hand spreading the lubrication generously up and down the length. Jake stared at my hand intently, shifting almost uncomfortably as I ran my thumb over the head before sliding my fist all the way to the base.

  “Good,” he said, finally. “You're a natural.” He nodded towards Miss Jones. “So, Miss Wells?”

  “Yes?”

  He swatted my ass, harder this time. I rolled my eyes, and he swatted me again, raising his eyebrows before turning his head away from Miss Jones and winking at me.

  “Yes, Master?”
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  “It looks to me like Miss Jones needs to have her pussy fucked. Isn't that right, Miss Jones?”

  The girl on the platform whimpered and nodded, her finger flicking against her clit with surprising speed. Glancing at the woman's swollen pussy lips, I had to admit that watching her hand glide effortlessly over her swollen nub sent undeniable tingles to my core. I'd watched girl-on-girl films once or twice, but it was never something I'd been particularly interested in.

  However, standing there and hearing her moans, smelling her sweet center, I realized with mild shock that I did want to slip the dildo inside of her. Stepping closer, I positioned myself between her legs and ran the tip of the wet toy from back to front on her slit. She sighed contentedly and dropped her hands to the side, letting me take over the control of her pussy.

  Jake stepped up behind me, his hands reaching around to massage my breasts and his mouth on my ear. “That's a good girl,” he whispered. “Just play with her cunt. Make her moan, Mags,” he said with an edge to his voice, his teeth nipping at my earlobe while his fingers pinched hard on my nipples. I moaned loudly.

  Sliding the dildo back and forth over her clit, I lowered the toy, and began gently pushing it into her pussy. Her back arched automatically, and without thinking, I pushed hard, burying the toy up to the hilt inside of her. “Yes,” she panted. “Please, Miss Wells, more.”

  I pumped the toy in earnest, letting my other hand drop to her core and play with her clit, lightly pinching the tiny nub between my thumb and forefinger as I fucked her with the fake cock. There was something so erotic about the way her breasts jiggled while I roughly shoved the toy inside her. Unsurprisingly, her screams built in intensity, and I realized with a deep sense of satisfaction that she was about to cum. Leaning down, pressing my body against hers as my hands continued to pump the toy and rub her clit, I latched my mouth to her breast without the clamp, sucking as hard as I could. Her pleasurable screams filled the room, her moans finally quieting as she smiled widely.

  Looking directly into my eyes, she stretched up and kissed me firmly on the lips. “Thank you, Miss Wells.”