The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel
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‘I’m fairly sure I don’t have anything of yours here,’ Adam responded.
‘You know perfectly well what I mean,’ Steelhand answered, pushing past.
‘OK, come in,’ Adam said belatedly. ‘I suppose we’re going to have to have this talk eventually, and better sooner than later.’
‘There’s nothing to talk about,’ Steelhand told him. ‘Right, Six, on your feet.’
Adam was pleased to see that Jasmine had at least stopped masturbating, and that she didn’t seem inclined to obey Steelhand. On the other hand, she made no effort to cover her panties and her eyes were full of mischief.
‘That’s not the way to do it at all, Mark,’ she said casually. ‘Adam picked me up over his shoulder and carried me off to his car, with my bum showing and no panties. That’s how a real man fetches a girl back to his cave – or perhaps that should be troop, in your case.’
‘What the hell are you talking about?’ Steelhand demanded.
‘A troop is the collective noun for a group of baboons,’ Adam explained, wary but amused and pleased by Jasmine’s reaction, and by Mark’s puzzlement. ‘She’s comparing you to the dominant male in a troop of baboons.’
‘I’m a dominant male, that’s for sure,’ Steelhand responded, with a guarded glance towards Adam before he turned back to Jasmine. ‘That little quip’s going to cost you six of the strap, girl, with another six for your attitude. Now get up.’
‘Make me,’ Jasmine answered, and blew him a kiss.
‘I will if I have to,’ Steelhand warned, ‘and I hope you’re not thinking of trying to stop me, Mr Mistoffelees. Do you know what this is?’ He rolled up his sleeve to reveal a tattoo of a dagger thrust through a winged skull from top to bottom.
‘For goodness sake, just sit down, will you?’ snapped Adam. ‘I have enough trouble coping with your macho bullshit at the best of times, and I’ve been up most of the night, having sex with Jasmine. And no, I have no idea of the significance of your tattoo, but my guess is that you copied it off the cover of heavy metal CD.’
‘That’s my service tattoo,’ Steelhand answered. ‘Look it up sometime.’
‘I’ll make coffee, shall I?’ Jasmine chirped, bouncing to her feet then quickly disappearing into the kitchen with her dress still rucked up and her bottom wiggling behind her in the little white panties.
Steelhand made to continue, then thought better of it and sat down, glowering.
‘She’s like that,’ Adam said. ‘No more predictable than the wind, and she’s nobody’s property – not mine, not yours.’
Steelhand drew in a breath and tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair as he replied.
‘Look, Mr Mistoffelees, you’re a newbie, so I’ll go easy on you, but this is the way it works. Every group has naturally dominant individuals, alpha males if you like. I’m one, and you need to learn when to give way. Now Jasmine, she is a natural submissive. She needs control, even if she doesn’t recognise that herself.’
‘Please,’ Adam sighed, ‘not popular science – anything but popular science, especially not your batshit-crazy theories about dominance. Human society is far too complex for such banal, simplistic arguments, and boy have you picked the wrong person to try them out on. You’re not an alpha male. There’s no such thing. You’re just some bloke who likes to dress up in leather and gets his kicks out of dominating women. Well so do I, and that’s just fine, so long as it’s with their consent, but please don’t try and pretend that makes you superior to anybody else.’
‘You don’t really get it at all, do you?’ Steelhand answered. ‘Not that it’s any surprise, as you’re no dominant. In fact, I suspect you’re submissive.’
‘What do you mean?’ Adam asked.
‘You and Cakemix,’ Steelhand answered, smirking. ‘I know what you did with her.’
‘I’ve done lots of things with her,’ Adam replied, more puzzled than ever, ‘and so have you, but just like you, I prefer to be in the dominant role. But that’s all it is, Mark – a role, a game.’
‘You have no idea,’ said Steelhand, shaking his head. ‘You’re confusing dominance with merely preferring to be on top. You don’t understand, and that proves my point. A true dominant knows himself, inside and out, and you’re no dominant. Dominant men do not lick girls’ bottoms.’
‘Why not?’ Adam answered. ‘The whole idea that everybody’s either dominant or submissive is ridiculous anyway, but setting that aside for a moment, surely if I’m dominant, I do as I please? And that can include licking Caroline’s bottom. She didn’t make me do it. I did it because I wanted to, to give her pleasure and to help me come.’
‘That doesn’t alter the fact that it’s an inherently submissive act.’
‘Not at all. It can be a submissive act, but in this case it was just sexual – but never mind that. It doesn’t matter if I like to dress up as a schoolgirl and be spanked by nuns. Jasmine is free to make her own decisions. If she wants to go back with you, fine, but it’s her choice, not yours.’
‘It doesn’t sound as if you gave her much choice the other day.’
‘She could have told me to put her down whenever she liked, and she could have gone back to your flat at any time since.’
‘He was very good,’ Jasmine told Steelhand as she returned from the kitchen with a tray and the makings of coffee. ‘He carried me off over his shoulder with my bare bum showing, like I said, and then he took me to a quiet road next to the railway and spanked me, until I cried, before forcing me to suck him off. He’s got a lovely cock too. I mean, yours is nice, Mark, but Adam’s so big. He always gets hard when he spanks me, and he loves to fuck in my throat.’
‘You’re not helping, Jasmine,’ Adam pointed out, ‘and I didn’t really force you to do anything, did I?’
‘Play-forced,’ Jasmine agreed casually, and began to push down on the top of the cafetière.
‘You’ll never really know yourself until you stop thinking of it as a game,’ Steelhand said. ‘That’s why you need me, Six, to allow you to come to terms with yourself as a submissive woman. Mr Mistoffelees here can’t do that for you. I can. You said you wanted to wear my collar. Now decide.’
‘Did you?’ Adam asked her.
‘It sounds like a fun idea,’ Jasmine answered, now slightly defensive, ‘just to be used for kicks, with no rights over my own body. But it’s not real.’
‘It is real, very real,’ Steelhand told her, ‘as I have explained to you.’
‘I thought we were playing,’ Jasmine answered.
Steelhand was beginning to look exasperated and Adam found himself smiling.
‘You see?’ he said. ‘Just a game.’
Steelhand shook his head.
‘No. She’s still fighting her true self, that’s all. Believe me, I know her better than she knows herself and, Mephistopheles, I know you better than you know yourself.’
Adam didn’t reply, aware that Steelhand was genuinely angry, but Jasmine seemed oblivious.
‘I do it my way, that’s all,’ she said happily, ‘and if you boys want to fight over me, that’s just fine, because it would really turn me on. If you don’t want to fight, why can’t we just share? There’s plenty to go round.’
She sat back in her chair, coffee mug in hand, and as she finished, she lifted the hem of her dress to make a show of the front of her panties, bulging softly over her cunt with a wet line to mark her slit. Adam was too tense and too spent to respond, even by instinct, while Steelhand simply ignored her, instead slapping his open palm down on the arm of his chair before he spoke.
‘This is how it’s going to happen. Girl Six, you will present yourself at my flat within 24 hours, in that dress but with nothing underneath, as I instructed. You will be given 12 strokes of the heavy strap, then sodomised. That’s right, beaten and bum-fucked – the way Girl Four got it the other day. Think about it.’
He stood up on the final word to stride from the flat, leaving the door open behind him. Adam got up
and closed the door, laughing, only for the sound to die on his lips as he turned to find Jasmine spread out in her chair, her fingers kneading the mound of her cunt.
‘Beaten and bum-fucked,’ she sighed. ‘Spanked and sodomised, just like poor Lucy. Oh, but you should have seen the look on her face, Adam. Della held her while she was beaten and lubed up her bumhole, while I sucked Mark hard. He got behind her, and he held her bum open, and he stuck his cock right in up her hole … oh, you should have seen her face! Now I’m going to get the same. He’s going to stick his cock up my bottom, Adam. Oh God.’
‘Not if I get any say in it, he isn’t,’ Adam retorted.
‘Please don’t be like that,’ she answered, her voice soft and pleading for all that she was masturbating through her panties. ‘I need it.’
‘Have you ever even had it up the bum?’ Adam demanded, horrified.
‘No,’ she answered, ‘but I want it, right up my naughty little bottom, my naughty, beaten little bottom, and I want him to spunk up inside me and make me suck his cock when he’s done.’
She gave a gasp as she finished, before quickly pushing her panties down to just below her knees, so that the white material was pulled taut between her calves as she spread herself open once more. Her dress came up too, over her high, firm breasts, and she began to masturbate in earnest, mumbling to herself as she rubbed at her cunt and pulled on one hard nipple.
‘He’s going to fuck my bottom, Adam. He’s going to beat me and then fuck my bottom. The strap he uses is a horrid, big thing, really thick and heavy. It hurts so much, and he’s going to give me 12 hard strokes, then fuck me up my bottom-hole. I bet I’ll cry. I bet I’ll scream. Why don’t you come and watch, Adam? Why don’t you hold me and stroke my hair while I get my bottom fucked … beaten and bum-fucked … oh God!’
She cried out, her back arching tight and her mouth wide in ecstasy as she came under her own fingers, with Adam gaping in astonishment for her behaviour.
Chapter Seven
‘You want me to drive you over?’ Adam asked, scarcely able to believe what he was hearing. ‘You want me to drive you over to Steelhand’s place and wait in the car while he buggers you?’
‘What I’d really like is for you to come in and hold me while it’s being done,’ Jasmine replied. ‘Only Mark’s a bit funny about having other men around when he gives his girls their punishments. I don’t know why – he was happy enough to let me suck him when I was on the fucking machine, and he did me at the club, with loads of people watching.’
‘He fucked you at Dark Angels?’
‘Yes,’ Jasmine answered casually as she continued to iron the little red dress. ‘He strapped me over one of those things like a vaulting horse, then whipped me and made me suck him hard before he fucked me. I had to suck Cornfed at the same time, and another guy.’
‘Who?’ Adam asked weakly.
Jasmine merely shrugged and put the iron down before holding up her dress for inspection.
‘Do you think I should wear white instead?’ she asked. ‘I am a virgin, after all – up my bottom.’
‘No,’ Adam answered. ‘Steelhand ordered the red dress with no panties on underneath, so you’d better do as you’re told.’
‘I suppose so,’ she answered, apparently oblivious to the sarcasm in his voice.
Adam was lost for words. The knot of jealousy inside him had become physically painful, pushing his tolerance of her behaviour to the very limit. Again, he was forced to remind himself of how he’d taken Elaine’s virginity by the lake, in order to prevent his emotions overcoming his reason, but the merest thought of Jasmine with Steelhand hurt, in any context whatsoever. And to imagine him gloating as he beat her and then pushed his cock up the perfect, pretty star of her virgin anus was agony, made even worse for Adam by the idea of having to sit waiting in his car while it happened.
‘No,’ he snapped. ‘I can’t let him do that to you, not while I sit there looking like a fucking idiot. Come here.’
Jasmine had been in the act of pulling the dress on over her head so she didn’t even realise he was coming for her until he spoke and, at the same instant, lifted her up and over his shoulder. She gave a delighted squeak, and was laughing as she started to struggle.
‘Stop it, there’s no time!’ she giggled. ‘We’re supposed to be going to Mark’s place.’
‘He said 24 hours,’ Adam answered as he carried her towards the spare room, ‘and that leaves me more than six. Time enough for love – or, more accurately, to give you a good, hard buggering.’
‘Not up my bum!’ Jasmine exclaimed. ‘Steelhand will kill you!’
‘Why?’ Adam asked as he dumped her over the saddle of the fucking machine, backwards, so that she was facing the huge dildo but had her bottom sticking out where her head would normally have been. ‘Beaten and bum-fucked, that’s what he said. There was nothing about your anal virginity.’
‘Yes, but he expects it,’ Jasmine answered, although she was making no effort to resist and had even put her arms and legs into the right positions to allow herself to be strapped down. ‘He told me. He loves to be the first with girls, especially as a punishment and up their bums. He’ll be really angry, Adam, and he was in the special forces. He’s killed people!’
‘And I’m a monkey’s uncle,’ Adam retorted, frowning as he tried to work out how to fasten straps designed for a girl’s wrists on to her thighs. ‘Jesus H Christ, you’d have thought Cornfed would’ve realised a guy might want to use this thing to fuck a girl occasionally.’
‘The dildo mounting comes off,’ Jasmine answered. ‘You should have put me on it the other way around.’
‘Now she tells me,’ Adam said. ‘Never mind, just move your legs along a bit.’
He took hold of her foot, forcing her into a position that would allow him to fix the strap around her ankle. Then he transferred his attention to the other side, which left her in an even more obscene pose than he’d anticipated, with her legs forward and her bottom stuck out as if she was riding low on a motorbike. Her cheeks were well spread with her anus on blatant show in between them, open and vulnerable to his rapidly stiffening cock.
‘That’ll do nicely, as it goes,’ he said as he tugged her dress off over her head. ‘Now your wrists.’
‘Do you really want me this badly, Adam?’ Jasmine asked, for once serious. ‘Mark will hurt you.’
‘No, he won’t,’ Adam answered, ‘because the man is a complete phoney. And yes, I do want you this badly, Jasmine. I’ve been in love with you since the day we met and I can’t bear the thought of anybody else having you first.’
‘That’s a funny time to tell me you love me,’ Jasmine said as he tightened the strap on one wrist, ‘when you’re about to stick your cock up my bottom.’
‘I can’t think of a better time – and you have to admit, our relationship has never been conventional. Right, that’s you fixed in place, young lady, and now I’m going to bugger you.’
‘You have to lubricate my bumhole first,’ Jasmine gasped, in sudden panic. ‘Really well, that’s what Lucy says. And what about my beating? It’s not fair if you don’t beat me first. I need it, Adam.’
‘That was from Steelhand,’ said Adam curtly. ‘But OK, if you insist – and you sure as hell deserve it, good and hard.’
Jasmine gave a little whimper, half of fear and half of pleasure, then turned back to watch as he pulled the thick leather belt from his jeans. Her bottom cheeks had begun to squeeze in anticipation of what she was going to get, with her anus winking in slow, lewd contractions. Adam adjusted his cock and doubled the belt up to make a broad, weighty strap, just right for use on a girl’s bottom.
‘Twelve, please,’ Jasmine said. ‘Hard, and don’t stop just because I’m crying or anything.’
‘Twelve is what Steelhand awarded you,’ said Adam, measuring the belt up across her cheeks. ‘I’m going to give you as many as I feel you need.’
Jasmine responded with another soft whimper
and turned her face away as Adam hefted the belt, to bring it down across her naked bottom with a sharp crack. She screamed and jerked in her straps, straining against the leather and shaking her hair in pained reaction.
‘I do have neighbours,’ Adam remarked. ‘Mrs Merrihew from upstairs has been giving me funny looks ever since the first time I spanked Caroline here. Can’t you keep it down a bit?’
‘No, I can’t!’ Jasmine retorted indignantly. ‘I’m being beaten! They’ll hear the smacks anyway, and I want them to know you have to beat me.’
‘I really don’t think that’s sensible,’ he told her, moving forward to adjust the machine. ‘Here, suck on this.’
He turned the wheel that controlled the dildo, manoeuvring it into Jasmine’s mouth as her jaws came wide. She gave him a dirty look, but immediately began to suck, which left him grinning as he once more measured his belt up across her well-spread cheeks. Her milk-pale skin was already decorated with a wide, pink line broken in two by the open valley of her slit, then another as he brought the belt down across her bottom for a second time, then a third. Then he paused as Jasmine jerked her head back from the dildo, gasping in air for a moment before she spoke.
‘That hurts so much, but it’s good. You need to open me up too, so put something up my bum while you beat me, then I’ll be ready, and use plenty of lube.’
‘How do you know all this?’ Adam demanded.
‘From Lucy,’ she explained.
Adam nodded, wondering how it would feel to have the petite, sweetly made Lucy bending for him with her anus well lubricated, or the two girls together, blonde and brunette, with their pretty bottoms lifted side by side for penetration. As he hefted the belt once more he pushed his hand down the front of his jeans to give his cock a squeeze.
‘Six more while you suck,’ he ordered, ‘then I’ll lubricate you.’
‘And find something to stick up my bottom,’ Jasmine reminded him before taking the big dildo back into her mouth.
Now enjoying his power, and the thought of Steelhand waiting across the city, Adam reached out to switch the machine on, drawing an odd, wet noise from Jasmine as the dildo began to pump in her mouth. He took aim, cracked the belt down across her bottom once more, then again, beating her to a firm, even rhythm that set her cheeks dancing and the spittle running out around her mouth as she struggled to cope with the dildo and her pain at the same time. The six he’d promised was forgotten, with at least twice as many firm smacks hitting the target before he stopped, leaving her red- bottomed and panting for breath as she came off the dildo once more.