Master Class [Après-Ski 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Zara Chase

  “But you studied psychology so you must know that a child’s formative years shape the person they become. The abused become abusers and all that stuff. Melanie and Brad, for all their faults, have a hell of a lot to overcome.”

  “I just don’t like the idea of you being played.”

  His look was a tender caress, heightening her already acute awareness of him. The feel of his thigh pressed against hers sent shock waves through her sensitized body. When he bent his head to nibble at her neck, she almost exploded with desire. He took her hand and rested it on the outside of his fly. She could feel his cock, hard and thick, throbbing beneath the zipper. He pulled it down, and she slid her hand inside, making him groan when her fingers made contact with him.

  “See what you do to me?” he said in a thick, gruff voice.

  He removed her hand and adjusted himself.

  “Forget about Brad,” she said. “I have.”

  “Good.”

  Tanya pushed her plate aside and patted her belly. “That was lovely, but I couldn’t eat another thing.” She grinned. “Especially not if you expect me to be athletic.”

  Ward returned her smile, and she was pleased to see him looking more like his old self again. It concerned her when he got so intense. “Glad you enjoyed it.” His eyes lingered on the top of her camisole, and she obligingly leaned forward, knowing what he wanted to see. “Hmm, I think I know what I want for dessert.”

  He’d been relaxed throughout the meal, apart from when they spoke about Brad. Now he appeared in a tearing hurry to get back to Hadleigh’s.

  “Dessert?” Maria asked as she cleared away their empty plates. “We have our special cheesecake on the menu tonight.”

  “Well, in that case.” Ward grinned. “Perhaps a portion to go, and the check, please.”

  He paid by credit card, and five minutes later they were back in the car.

  “Thank you, Ward,” she said. “That was wonderful.”

  “My place or yours, honey?” he quipped as he fired up the engine.

  Chapter Eleven

  “The weather’s closing in quicker than I thought it would.” The wipers struggled to clear the falling snow from the windshield of Ward’s car as he eased out onto the almost hidden highway. “We’re in for quite a whiteout.”

  “Will we be okay to get home?”

  “Sure.”

  It required some concentration on Ward’s part to keep the SUV on the tarmac. The plough had been along once but already its tracks had been covered by fresh snow. Ward knew that seven or eight inches could easily fall and settle in as little as a couple of hours in this part of the world. Tanya didn’t distract him with mindless chatter as they slowly headed in the direction of home. That was one of the many things he loved about her. Unlike most women, she appreciated the value of silence and sat quietly beside him as they made slow progress, sliding once or twice, but always managing to regain some traction.

  He was acutely aware of her presence, of the draw he felt toward her, stronger than any attachment he’d had to any woman. The way she’d adapted to his demands as a Dom, as though she’d been playing those games all her life, was making him crazy, leaving him in a near-permanent state of arousal. She’d have to pay for that! She was a wild contradiction of sassy determination and intelligence, tempered by a healthy dose of uncertainty and vulnerability. She was also being exploited by Melanie and her jerk of a brother, which filled Ward with an ungovernable rage. He was having trouble containing his anger, and that scared him. All the stuff he’d learned about keeping his feelings in check didn’t seem to be working on this occasion.

  If things had been different, Tanya might just have been the link that was missing from his life. Perhaps it was time to risk…but no. She was leaving again in a few days, and he couldn’t afford to get emotionally involved.

  Too late for that, he thought with a wry grimace. Still, she would be gone and that would be for the best. He couldn’t even think of derailing her life when he was barely able to control his own. Besides, if she knew the truth about his past she wouldn’t want to know him. That was why he’d ducked her questions about his background and would continue to do so. Losing her respect would be almost as painful as parting with her at the end of the week.

  It took a long time to get back to Hadleigh’s, but they made it without mishap.

  “You did that well,” Tanya said.

  “Can’t take much of the credit. The car has snow tires and the plough did the rest.”

  He helped her out of the vehicle, and they took the side door into the building. The bar still seemed to be buzzing, despite the conditions, and Ward didn’t want to be held up by anyone he knew. The heady passion that had prevailed between them was now fuelled by anticipation. Ward had told her what to expect when they got back, and he had a feeling the prospect excited her as much as it did him. He absolutely couldn’t wait to show her off and teach her an important lesson about herself in the process.

  He helped her out of her coat and threw it on a hook, along with his own.

  “Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand and taking up the stairs that led directly to the viewing gallery.

  “Oh, it’s busy,” she said, glancing down into the dungeon, but this time not hesitating or even blushing.

  “Usually is about this time of night.” He stood her against the railing and covered her body with his from behind. His cock was as rigid as it had been in the restaurant as it pressed against her backside and he rubbed it against her, reacquainting himself with the contours of her body.

  “You okay with this?” he asked.

  “Hmm, fine.” She actually waved to Ross, who had his slave over his knee and was whipping her ass. He looked up, saw them, and waved right back. “Gosh, he is whipping her hard.”

  “She’d feel hard done by if he didn’t.” Ward sighed. “Hell, I have to let this thing out.”

  He unsnapped his jeans, pulled down his zip, and let them fall to his hips. His cock sprang out, straining for action. He pulled Tanya’s shirt out of her jeans, unbuttoned it, and pushed it off her shoulders. Then he unbuckled her belt and dealt with her jeans.

  “Step out of them,” he said curtly.

  She hesitated for a fraction of a second, glancing down into the dungeon as though she expected everyone to stop what they were doing and watch her. When no one paid them any attention, it seemed to give her courage. She stepped out of her jeans and discarded her shirt without being told to.

  “Don’t stop now.” Ward tapped her butt. “The camisole.”

  Another hesitation. Then she pulled it over her head and shot him a reckless smile.

  Ward resumed his position behind her, pulled her back against him, and rubbed his cock down her PVC-covered ass. She groaned and pushed right back against him, the damned witch. Ward’s hands drifted up to the ties in front of her corset. He loosened them without her appearing to notice since her attention was all taken up with a woman whose vagina was being penetrated by a large vibrator from behind while her Master fucked her ass.

  “Wow, that looks hot.”

  “So do you, darlin’, with your tits hanging out.”

  “What—I…” She glanced down at her torso and gasped. “When did you do that?” she demanded accusingly.

  “I did warn you.” His hands covered her breasts while his cock continued to rub against her ass. “You having fun?”

  “Yes, Master, actually I am.”

  “Hey, you two, come down and join us or get a room,” Ross yelled.

  “Your choice, babe. Which is it to be?”

  “I can’t do it in public.” She shook her head. “Sorry. Not yet. Perhaps not ever.”

  “You’re standing here with your tits hanging out. If I’d told you this time yesterday you’d be willing to do that, you’d have freaked out on me.”

  “That’s true, but actually it feels kind of liberating.”

  “Now you’re starting to get why we’re into this lifestyle.”


  “And no one’s laughing or pointing at my fat bits.”

  “Honey, the last thing those guys down there will do is laugh at these babies.” He flicked one finger possessively over both of her breasts. “Right now every one of them wishes he was me.”

  She shook her head. “Thanks for trying to make me feel better, but I still can’t join them.”

  “It’s okay.” There was an urgent edge to Ward’s voice, audible even to his own ears. “Come on, I need to fuck you.”

  They collected up her discarded clothing and headed for Ward’s room. As soon as they stepped through the door, Ward went into full Master mode.

  “Kneel down and lay your torso over the bed,” he said curtly. “I’m gonna use that belt on your sweet ass as a punishment for being such a fucking cocktease all night.”

  “Yes, Master. Please punish me. I deserve it.”

  “Damn straight you do.”

  Ward stepped out of his clothing and threw it aside. He then stood behind her, slid his fingers beneath the PVC, and pushed the butt plug a little deeper. Her gasp conveyed both surprise and pleasure. Good, she was as hot as he was. The plug had done its job and she was no longer frightened about having her ass fucked. Ward snapped the PVC back into place and stood up, the better to swing the belt. He sensed she’d be able to take a harder whipping tonight—in fact it was what she wanted, and he was happy to oblige.

  “Are you sorry for what you did, Tanya?”

  “Yes, Sir. Real sorry. I guess I must have been born bad.”

  Without warning her to expect it, he brought the belt down fairly hard over her ass. The cracking sound it made drowned out her gasp.

  “Remember your breathing, slow and deep.” He brought the belt down a second time. “You really have been a bad girl. I’m real disappointed in you.”

  “Sorry, Master. Punish me some more. Beat the badness out of me.”

  Shit, she was so fucking responsive he was in danger of igniting.

  “Lie on the bed, spread your legs, and bring your knees up.”

  She got into position and then defied him by meeting his gaze, presumably hoping that would earn her another punishment. She moistened her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and sent him a sultry gaze.

  “What would you like me to do now, Master?”

  Without replying, Ward moved into a position immediately in front of her. What he intended to do required precise positioning. He aligned himself and brought the belt down hard directly over her pussy. She cried out, her eyes cloudy with desperate-seeming desire. He repeated the process, mesmerized by the way her solidified nipples bounced as she absorbed the pain.

  “Does that feel good?” he asked.

  “I think there’s still more badness inside of me, Master.”

  Ward almost shot his load then and there. She had to be lying to him. No one new to this game could possibly be as good at it as she was. But he knew she was incapable of lying about something so important. She really was new to it, and he couldn’t whip her any more. Her welfare was his responsibility, and he couldn’t afford to get carried away.

  “You liked watching that woman with the vibrator in the dungeon, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, Master. She seemed to be having a real good time.”

  “Is that what you do when you’re alone?”

  “Yes, Sir. I have a vibrator and I know how to use it.”

  He reached into a drawer and produced a dildo as large as the one that had fascinated her. He threw it at her.

  “Show me what you do to yourself.”

  She shuffled up the bed and leaned her back against the headboard. Then with legs spread and knees raised, she moved the PVC aside and slipped the end of the toy into her pussy, keeping her gaze firmly fixed upon him.

  “Take it all inside.”

  “It’s a tight fit, with the plug still in my backside.”

  “Don’t argue with me, slave. Just do it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She worked it in slowly with one hand, eyes half-closed, while the other hand played with a nipple. It didn’t take her long to absorb the entire vibrator, which she’d switched on to a low setting. Her hips moved slowly at first, then picked up speed as her breathing became more irregular.

  “Tomorrow night you’ll do this in the dungeon,” he said softly. “You’ll be a sensation. Do you have any fucking idea how sexy you look falling out of that corset with a vibrator sticking out your cunt? Christ!”

  Ward fisted his rigid cock and climbed on the bed to join her. He knelt between her legs, breathing in the pungent scent of her arousal as she continued to plunder her body with the vibrator. He could tell that she was really close. She was making that cute mewing sound he recognized from last night, and her hips were moving faster all the time.

  “No one gave you permission to come,” he said harshly, working his cock through his clenched hand, its head almost touching one of her tits.

  “May I taste you, Master?”

  “No, you haven’t earned the right.”

  “I’ve disappointed you?” Her lower lip trembled. “I’m devastated and must be punished.”

  “Christ!”

  Ward sucked in a breath, aware that he was the one being comprehensively punished. Her instinctive responses made him forget that they’d only been playing these games for days, rather than years. Her subconscious understanding of his needs blew his mind, causing something strange and unfamiliar to tug at his heart.

  Already struggling to hold back and drag out the pleasure, her reaction pushed him over the edge.

  “Keep working that vibrator, babe. Feel the heat from the plug competing with the dildo when it tickles the walls of your pussy, driving you wild.” He spoke in a low, earthy tone, wanting her to defy him. Convinced she wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer than he could. “That’s it, honey. You’ve got two cocks fucking you, because you’re a greedy little slut who can’t get enough.”

  She thrashed her head from side to side and moaned like she was in severe pain. “Need to come. Can’t stop it. I’m on fire, I…shit, here it comes!”

  They exploded together. Tanya rode the vibrator, head thrown back and eyes closed as her entire body went into spasm. A deep, guttural groan slipped past Ward’s lips as his body pulsated and he shot an endless stream of sperm straight over Tanya’s tits.

  “Rub it into them and then lick your fingers for me,” he said curtly.

  Chapter Twelve

  She did as he asked, aware of Ward following her every move with an intensely deep gaze that made her feel special in a way she’d never imagined possible for someone as ordinary as she was. She felt anything but ordinary at that moment. Ward’s admiration made her feel like a world changer, a femme fatale, a sensuous woman who could be anything she set her mind to being.

  Hold that thought.

  Tanya drew out the ritual of absorbing his sperm into her skin, glorying in the control that she wielded over him, albeit temporarily. She collapsed into his arms when she was finally done, both of them still breathing heavily. Tanya was totally dazed. She’d had enough practice with solo sex to know just about everything there was to know about masturbation. Or so she’d thought. How wrong could a girl be? Having Ward beating her so hard, having him watching her with such naked desire in his expression, having that warm plug in her butt and Ward working his cock against her tits, had sent her reactions off the scale. Her body was still thrumming, every nerve ending tingling with the afterglow of something truly remarkable.

  “Oh my god.” She shook her head. “That was a very informative lesson, Master.”

  He dragged a finger lazily down her torso. “Make sure you remember everything you learned.” He leaned up to kiss the end of her nose. “There will be an exam later.”

  She sent him a mischievous smile. “Will you help me to revise, Master?”

  “Witch!”

  He levered himself from the bed and reappeared with a washcloth. Carefully he wiped
his drying sperm from her tits.

  “Let’s get you out of this thing,” he said, pulling the corset down her legs. “You must be pretty hot beneath it.”

  She was permanently overheated when in his company, but then she figured he already knew that and his ego didn’t need further inflating by having her say it. He used the cool cloth all over her body, especially between her legs, arousing her again in the process. Really, she was a hopeless case. He didn’t remove the plug from her butt, making her wonder what he had in store for her next. Presumably the masturbation was just to take the edge off after turning each other on in the restaurant and then watching the activities in the dungeon.

  “We’ll take a breather,” he decreed, throwing aside the cloth, rejoining her on the bed and sliding an arm around her shoulders.

  “May I ask you a question, Master?”

  “Ask away.”

  “Well, in the dungeon, that woman in the red thong looked—well, like she was flying.”

  “I thought that had gotten your interest. That’s suspension bondage, but I don’t think you’re quite ready to try the horizontal variety, which is what you just saw.”

  “No, I wasn’t suggesting trying it.” Am I? “I’m just curious. Is it dangerous?”

  “Done properly, it creates a heightened sense of vulnerability and inescapability in the slave subjected to it. It makes him or her feel that any attempt to get free could result in a fall, so the subject is required to put total trust in his or her Master, forming a mental bond in addition to the physical one that already exists in the relationship.” He smiled at her. “That’s a long-winded way of saying that the slave must trust the Master and, if that trust exists, no harm will come to the slave.”

  “Yes, she did seem to trust the guy absolutely.”

  “That guy was Jack Gower. He’s another of us Yanks and lives here, too.”

  “Oh. You’re all into this stuff then?”

  “Yep, it’s one of the things that…well, bonds us.”