“Yes, Mistress.” The words came out in a strangled yowl. She well and truly had him by the balls. At the moment the device wasn’t hurting, but he had a feeling if he resisted in any way, the pressure of having his balls clamped would grow until it became unbearable. The truth was, he’d never felt more vulnerable in his life.
“This is for your own good. Don’t I always take care of you? Don’t I make sure you lead the best life you can?”
“You’re the best of mistresses.” He’d never realised until this moment that clamping his balls was equivalent to clamping his appetite. Maybe he should take the humbler to New York.
She walked over the dresser, picked up his wallet and pulled out his black credit card.
“What are you doing with that?” Every alarm bell in his body rang. This was the company business card, one she didn’t have access to except in case of emergency. Not that he hadn’t looked after her. Nella was his life. She had her own private cards, but with a limit in case of fraud—not to mention her excessive generosity.
“I’m going to buy four new houses to put on my Sutton Forest estate. They’ll house sixteen homeless children, plus I intend to employ another well-qualified teacher to home-school the little ones. My charity can only achieve so much on its own.”
“Nella, darling, you shouldn’t take money from the corporate account.” Sweat ran down his brow. Damn her. His stomach turned. That was going to suck out a million dollars overnight. He moved and winced. His balls were starting to swell. The company allowance for charity had already gone over budget thanks to Nella and her Sapphire Ball.
She squatted behind him and rubbed his sack, her thumb lightly running over his exposed arsehole. “I’m not asking you; I’m telling you. If you don’t like it, you can always stand up and take the card away from me.”
She rose, waved the card in front of his nose, went over to the telephone.
“Stop. Think. That’s a lot of money to donate.”
“Not for you. You won’t even feel it.”
“I feel it. Believe me, I do.” He tried to shuffle toward her, but movement was slow with the humbler attached to his ball sack. By the time he’d attached himself to her ankle she was already reading out the numbers of the credit card to whomever she had primed to take them, so late at night, on the other side of the phone.
“Done.” She put down the phone.
“We can’t afford such extravagance.”
Nella squatted and slapped his face. “Don’t ever be foolish enough to lie to me. I topped my business class at university. Do you think I don’t read your annual report? I know exactly what I can extract.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Extract was right. He hadn’t meant to arch his back when she’d hit him. He’d be able to go to New York and audition as a castrato on Broadway if this kept up. His head hung low and he hunched slightly to ease the pressure. This truly was the most humiliating experience of his life. His heart swelled. She was such a good person. This wonderful woman was the only one who wouldn’t let him get away with anything, and punished him as he deserved. He had the utmost respect for her.
“However, I do believe in rewarding you for your generosity.” She stalked around him, which she was wont to do when deciding on her sexual pleasure.
“You could take this nut crusher off me. It’s getting heavy. I’m going to have the long ball sack of a fifty-year-old man. Most unattractive.”
“You are a fifty-year-old man.”
“I’m forty-nine.”
She got on her knees and fondled him, straightened the humbler and pulled his ball sack lower.
“Mistress, please, no. My balls will be landing in the toilet water when I sit if you stretch them.”
“Welcome to fifty.” Then, in a shock movement, she parted his butt cheeks and stuck her finger in his anus.
“Oh God, Mistress, stop.” He would have got to his feet if he could have. “That’s disgusting.”
Her finger swirled hot and fast around his arsehole. It was filthy. Revolting. Yet when he twisted and looked at her face he saw that it glowed. Her pleasure was his. He looked between his legs to see his cock swelling with appreciation.
“Understand. I get to touch you wherever, whenever I want. There is no part of you that doesn’t belong to me. I organise the food you eat. I purify the air you breathe in this house. I buy the clothes you wear. I own you.”
“You own me,” he repeated. Yet this was so humiliating, so disgusting. So erotic. He tried to clench himself shut, but Nella slid a knee between his thighs, not that he could have closed anything wearing this nutcracker. Worse, his cock was betraying him as the hot sensation of her finger seared his arse. He could feel his balls trying to rise but it was impossible with the humbler stopping them. When she withdrew her finger, he was amazed that she had listened to him.
“You’re going to come.”
“How the hell can I do that with this medieval torture device on me?” Fear made him wild, but trust kept him there. Nella had never let him down and he would do his best to please her.
“It’s comes off when I say it comes off.”
At least it was coming off. Relief overwhelmed him because he didn’t know how he would achieve her order with the humbler in place. He reached underneath himself to check his balls still belonged to him. The chain on his handcuffs rattled.
“I give you permission to stroke yourself while I finger you.” She inserted two fingers, scissoring them, stretching him wide and poking further and further inside him.
“Oh God, Mistress. The filth of what you are doing.” He wanted to roll his hips, the sensation of her fingering him was so hot and forbidden. The lube made it deliciously wet. All his life he’d never allowed anyone to finger him there and yet here was his Domme taking him to the edge.
She reached around him and started stroking his cock with her free hand.
Shameful pleasure forced him to roll his hips, the movement slow and controlled. Never in his life had he experienced anything so demeaning yet so erotic. Yet it roused a deep sexual hunger that had him moving to the beat of her hand. The humbler was a maddening instrument. Already, he could feel his orgasm building as she stroked his cock and fingered his anus, but as his balls drew up they touched the humbler.
“Please, Mistress, I beg you to release me.” His colleagues at work wouldn’t have recognised his pleading voice, nor the humbled and restrained man he was at the moment. His home was the only place he could be himself and he was so grateful.
With a clicking sound, she opened the humbler and released him. “Stroke yourself to orgasm.”
She gathered his balls in the palm of her hand, gently massaging them, and continued fingering him.
He would have loved to take her in her hot, wet pussy but there was no use arguing with Nella. If she ordered that he was to come then that was what he needed to do. He stroked his cock as her fingers probed deeper and deeper. He couldn’t shake off the thought that fingering his anus was a revolting thing for his wife to do to him, yet the sensation was dirty and delicious at the same time. Her permission for him to look after himself was liberating, because normally his pleasure would come last. When he came, it was with a roar. He felt Nella slide her finger inside, penetrating him deeply, pushing at the muscle inside him. It added an explosive high that had him moaning until finally he slumped onto the floor.
Nella stood. “Clean up your own mess.” She pivoted on her heels and walked back into the bathroom, leaving him gasping. Humiliation had never been so good. His wife was everything to him.
Just from the delicious smell of the food, Nella knew her Double D dinner would be fabulous. Her butler announced the guests as he ushered them through reception into the lounge room, where they were enjoying Bollinger Champagne and mini duck pancakes with dipping sauce. Her dear long-term friend Lana stood next to her as she greeted the women. Lana could always be relied upon to discreetly amuse her with a toyboy story. Her stepdaughter Sienna arrived with Willow,
who was wearing the most magnificent necklace.
“Darling,” Nella said, hugging Sienna. “Your father is so sorry he missed you.”
Sienna gave her a tortured look that reminded her so much of Michael when he’d done something she didn’t approve of. “You know he’s trying to get me to work for the company. He’s threatening to cut off my allowance unless I do something serious with my life.”
Nella gave her a small smile. “Your father’s a pussycat if you know how to get around him.”
“Planning to give Sienna some pointers?” Lana laughed.
Only Lana knew what went on in their bedroom. No one else would have believed she dominated the commanding Michael. “Certainly not, and don’t you give young Sienna any tips either.”
“Now Nella, you know I don’t do little tips,” Lana laughed.
Nella pursed her lips, trying not to smile.
“Help me, Mummy, will you? You’re the only one who can get around Daddy,” Sienna begged.
“Tell you what, look after Camilla while she’s here and I’ll see what I can do.” Some of the other women made it a sport to pick on Camilla because she was much younger than her husband. Nella didn’t want the tone of her dinner to descend just because some of the women didn’t have the breeding to behave properly. She kissed Willow too, noticing the girl was a little thin. She always seemed to lose weight when her mother was overseas. She made a mental note to tell the chef to put a little extra on Willow’s plate tonight, and to email her dear friend Amber and report to her that her daughter was too thin.
When young Camilla walked in alone, Nella signalled Sienna and her stepdaughter rushed forward and put her arm around the young woman’s shoulder in welcome.
Lana’s eyes narrowed with wisdom. “What’s Sienna done to make her so anxious to please you?”
Nella sighed. “What scandal’s about to erupt, you mean? Her father’s close to cutting her off already.”
“Thank you for having us. I love coming here. Your dinners are impeccable as always,” Darla, who’d just arrived, said, kissing her cheek.
“How are you, darling?” Nella asked.
“Looking for tips on how to deal with this man. I dated this business guy and he won’t stop talking about his company. He’s so boring.” Darla put her hand to her lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, Nella. I didn’t mean to imply that Michael is boring.”
“Not at all. Michael keeps me completely entertained in his own funny way.”
Lana choked on her champagne.
Nella smiled and patted her best friend’s back. “Michael can be serious at times, but I do enjoy it when he gets down to business.”
EPISODE 4
Sienna
TAMSIN BAKER
To the group of amazing authors that make up this innovative and super sexy series. You ladies rock!
Acknowledgements
Thank you for the amazing support, Tracey O’Hara and Kate Cuthbert at Escape Publishing.
Sienna
“Order me one of everything in a size six.”
Sienna’s iPhone tinkled in her Louis Vuitton handbag, disturbing her perusal of this season’s catalogue. She pulled it out with a smile at the sales assistant who was organising order forms for her to sign. She loved this little upmarket boutique.
Another SMS from Charlie. That man really was the most attentive boyfriend a girl could have.
Sienna opened the message and laughed out loud with delight.
I have an early Christmas present for you.
Did he just? The little tease knew how much she enjoyed a good surprise.
She typed a quick reply while thinking of all the things he could have gotten for her. A new piece of jewellery? A holiday? And why did it have to be early? Christmas was only a couple of weeks away.
Do I get a hint? Or do I have to guess?
She tapped her nails against the glass benchtop while she waited for him to respond. She shouldn’t have messaged back. She hated having to wait for an answer. Perhaps she should have just called him and demanded to know the answer straight away.
Her mobile vibrated again and she pounced, unable to wait a moment to see what he’d sent back.
Let’s just say…tonight you get one of your top three fantasies fulfilled. Love you. See you at 8.
Sienna gasped and heat flooded her lower belly.
No. Impossible. He couldn’t do that.
Her top three fantasies were just that, fantasy. She’d never really thought about them past just that. It had been a pillow talk conversation one night, things you talked about with your girlfriends. Sure, she could have anything she wanted, but she hadn’t ever thought about those things coming true.
She bit her lip, her heart beginning to race. Which one would it be?
Sienna pressed her thighs together beneath her Prada denim mini. Charlie was her boyfriend of more than two years, a veritable lifetime within their circles. But she couldn’t let him go and look around. He was just...kinda perfect for her. He was the best lover she’d ever had, and he loved spoiling her. Whenever someone called her a spoilt little bitch, he just laughed and pulled her close, declaring that he’d never change a thing about her. Sienna loved that about Charlie. He really did love her—he didn’t just say it. He didn’t try to change her, never criticised or got snarky with her.
“Is there anything else, ma’am?” the far too young saleswoman asked as she handed Sienna the list of this season’s line. She rarely shopped anywhere other than here at Exclusively Yours, owned by Virginia, one of her stepmother’s friends.
“No. Just make sure it’s delivered to my apartment.” Sienna signed her name and took back her black American Express.
She slid it back into her purse with practised ease and waved goodbye to the help. Her daddy still paid for everything in her life. Apartment, bills, credit card, the works. He had enough money and loved looking after her. He had been talking a little silly lately, threatening to cut her off and such nonsense. But things would go back to normal soon.
Sienna sighed as she walked out of the store and opened the door to her pink Porsche convertible. “Next time I’m getting the red.”
At twenty-eight she was slowly moving away from pink. She’d upgrade as soon as she found the time to go car shopping. She really was too busy at the moment. So many things to get done before Christmas, and she had the Double D ladies meeting at her apartment to get ready for.
“Oh fuck!” she groaned and pulled out into traffic. The bloody group was all her stepmother’s idea. Sienna loved Nella, she really did. The woman had raised her as her own, and had never showed a preference for her own daughter, who was ten years Sienna’s junior. But that group she belonged to was just so pretentious, so ridiculous in their need to be in the inner circle. She didn’t need to pretend to be in the elite, she was born that way.
Sienna laughed as she navigated traffic and soon parked in her allocated spot beneath her building. What a strange bunch of women.
Fuck. What a drainer.
She’d have to get onto that catering company Nella used.
Sienna stepped into her lift and swiped her key. She had the penthouse. Of course. Her daddy wouldn’t have anything but the best for her, and she truly appreciated it. He was the best.
The door dinged open and she stepped out, high heel Jimmy Choos clickity clacking on the tiled floors. She loved that noise.
“Hello, Miss Sienna. How was your day?” Marjory, Sienna’s old housekeeper, greeted her as she picked up her handbag to leave for the day.
Sienna sighed with flair and dumped her bags down on the clean marble bench. It was just so exhausting, shopping all day.
“Pretty good. Charlie’s coming over tonight, though I’m not sure if he’ll eat dinner before he comes over or not. Is there anything in the fridge?
That was the one inconvenient thing about her boyfriend, her range of low-fat snacks would not hold him for long. The man ate like a horse.
Marjory chuckled an
d nodded, stepping around Sienna and heading towards the door.
“Fridge is full. Chicken salad, lasagne, fruit salad and an assortment of snack foods. See you tomorrow.”
Sienna smiled and waved her housekeeper off. The woman was worth her weight in gold.
She collapsed onto her favourite armchair and flicked through social media on her phone. An unusual flutter of excitement in her belly confused her. Then she remembered the special night she was going to have.
She checked her phone again. Five pm and no new messages from Charlie? How weird.
Sienna ate a light dinner, leaving room to eat with Charlie if he was still hungry when he arrived. She had a longer than usual shower and took time moisturising every inch of her body. Wasting time wasn’t easy when she knew something special was right around the corner, but she had no idea if it was pair of handcuffs or something more shocking.
She looked at the clock so many times that she literally saw each minute tick towards eight pm. At 8:01, there was a knock at the door.
Sienna smoothed her skirt down and rearranged the new top she’d put on. It didn’t hurt to look her best.
She stepped up to the white door and took a breath, amazed at how excited she was. Her belly was fluttering around and she had the insane urge to squeal. She hadn’t felt like this since she was about five years old.
Enough waiting.
She opened the door and there he stood. The man of her dreams, who just happened to be her lover and boyfriend too.
He grinned at her and winked, a move that never failed to get her pulse racing.
“Hey gorgeous.”
Charlie stepped through the door in designer jeans and a white cotton shirt.
Sienna’s mouth dried at the sight of him, her lower belly warming in arousal. Classic, virile male. Delicious.
“How’s my beautiful girl?”
He stepped up to her and dragged her close, their pelvises bumping in a primitive way that made Sienna moan as her lips parted beneath his probing tongue.
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