by Vera Roberts
His cock twitched just thinking about how Krista might sound in bed. “Saint Nick probably won’t penetrate you for He’s very committed to His submissives.” His eyes darkened. “He’ll do, however, other things.”
Krista felt her clit pulse in want as she remembered the medical play. She wondered in what manner Saint Nick would pleasure her, should He pleasure her. Her body coiled in tight knots and she suddenly remembered to breathe at that moment. “Oh?”
“To get a little, you need to give a little,” Scott stated, “if you want the two of us, you need to earn it.”
It was the part Krista dreaded. Was Sir going to make her walk around with a collar and leash? Did she have to bark like a dog? Was she going to be literally ass-out in leather chaps?
“What do I have to do?” Krista asked. Scott gave her a look and she quickly corrected herself. “Sir. What do I have to do, Sir?”
“Submit to Me for a week. At the end of the week and after you’ve held up your end of our agreement, then you’ll be rewarded with Saint Nick and I.” Scott stated.
“I thought You weren’t from here, Sir. How will that work?” Krista asked.
“I’m flying you out to Los Angeles for a week. All expenses paid and you’ll stay at my home for the time being.”
“At your home?” Krista couldn’t stop the alarms blaring in her ears. It was one thing to have a hot one-night stand with someone; it was uncharted territory to stay at his home and she didn’t know if he liked coffee. “Do you realize how insane you’re sounding right now, Sir?”
“Any more insane than a woman requesting a threesome with two guys she’s never met because she wants to get kinky?” Scott blinked at her.
Normally this would be the part where Krista would curse out any man that dared to insult her. She didn’t attempt with Sir for the simple fact He was right, as painful she could admit. “Do I have to stay at your home? How do I know you’re not a serial rapist?”
Scott chuckled. “If I were a serial rapist, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be a Dom here and we wouldn’t be talking.”
Krista shook her head again at her stupidity. “True that.”
“I can put you up in a hotel if that makes you feel better but I have a feeling you’re going to want to be at my house at some point.” He shrugged.
“Let me make that decision, Sir,” Krista replied and Scott nodded.
“Very well, then.” He finished His champagne and put the glass down. “I’ll have my assistant, Elissa, call you with arrangements. You should hear from her in a couple of days.”
“Very well, Sir.” Krista exhaled again and finished her champagne. She knew it was crazy to have a man she just met and she could be honest, didn’t know that well, pay for a free trip to L.A. for her as long as she was His submissive for the week. If she did everything He’d asked, she would get the fantasy of a lifetime.
In her twisted mind, that was an even trade.
“I guess we’re done here,” Krista stood up and slightly cringed when she did. She decided that night would be the time she broke in her new high heels and her feet were currently pissed at her. “I guess we’ll be in contact, Sir.”
“Kneel,” Scott spoke quietly.
Seven
Krista almost didn’t hear Him. It sounded like He said kneel but she wasn’t sure. He studied His eyes and saw how serious they were. He did say it and it wasn’t a request, but an order.
Holding steady on the chaise lounge, Krista eased herself down on the floor. “Yes, Sir?”
****
Krista was a true submissive, whether she was still unsure about the Lifestyle. She didn’t fight or question, even when she wanted to. He already liked her. “Eyes downcast.” He directed.
Krista put her head down and waited. How long was she supposed to be there? Why was she there? What was He going to do?
“This is a test to see if you’re ready to submit to Me.” Scott stroked Krista’s hair. “I don’t want any surprises when you come out to L.A. or it’ll be a short experience for us both.”
“I understand, Sir.” Krista nodded.
Scott lifted Krista’s chin so their eyes met. “You’re going to undress for Me, giving Me a show. You’re going to fold your clothes neatly and put them on the chair in the corner. That will be your standard protocol each time we play. After you’re done, you are to come back to Me, kneeling with eyes downcast. Now do it.”
Krista promptly got up and stood in front of Scott. Slowly, she removed her clothing, one by one, until she was completely nude. She then folded the clothing and walked over to the chair and placed them before walking back to Scott and kneeled before Him as He’d instructed.
“Good girl. Get up and lie down on the bed.”
Krista got up and climbed on the bed. She laid down and anxiously awaited Scott’s next instruction. She could’ve sworn she saw a smile forming in the corners of His mouth when she undressed in front of Him, indicating He was very pleased with what He saw of her body. She wondered what else He had in store and if He was going to…
“So you don’t go anywhere for now.”
Krista looked up and saw her hands were handcuffed to the iron headboard. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Sir was behind her. She was about to protest when He slipped a blindfold over her eyes. “And so you only concentrate on pleasure and not what else is happening in the room as well.” He explained.
Krista swallowed and nodded. She had definitely bit off more than she could chew. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” Scott removed His clothing and joined Krista on the bed. He kneeled before her, spreading her legs so He could get a good view of her pussy. The slit glistened with her heat and desire and her clit poked through the folds.
He played with her pussy, rubbing her clit between His fingers before He inserted another finger inside her. Her body responded, clenching around His finger and grew slick with desire. She was ready for Him.
“Does pet want Me to pleasure her tonight?”
Krista’s tongue darted her lips. She wasn’t prepared to have sex tonight…or maybe she was? She wanted to experience both Saint Nick and Master Scott and hoped it would’ve been that night, though she was secretly grateful it was going to happen later in the near future. Now that she was alone with Master Scott and in a compromising position, she needed to make a quick choice – if she said no, everything would stop and she would go home. If she said yes, it would be a fantasy she would reminisce until she was old and grey.
The choice was relatively easy. “I want Sir to pleasure me.”
“Relax.” He ordered and Krista’s body softened upon His command. “All you will feel is pleasure now. Focus on that. Because you’re new, we’re going to go by the light system – green, to continue; yellow, meaning you’re close to your limit; red, to stop. Once you say red, everything stops and we’re done for the night. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” Scott grabbed a long feather and circled it around Krista’s breasts. Her body arched upon the touch and she lightly gasped. He moved the feather in an 8-formation around her navel, down to her sex and inner thighs before He circled her breasts again.
“Where are you?” He asked.
“Green, Sir.” Krista responded.
“Good,” He picked up a riding crop and lightly tapped it against the back of her thighs. He lifted her legs up and swatted them a couple of times, letting Krista get used to the feeling.
Then suddenly without a hint of warning, He smacked her with it.
****
This is different.
She felt a conflict of emotions – anticipation, delirium, and extreme arousal. She wanted more but didn’t know if she would be able to handle it. She wanted to stop but she also wanted to take it as far as she could.
The feather was soft and light on her body and it didn’t tickle her like she thought it would. When He gathered her legs and lightly tapped the second implement against her thigh
s, she was confused, not sure what to expect. It was hard but it didn’t hurt. She was about to laugh and dare Sir to give her something harder when she was surprised.
Smack!
She gasped and swallowed as the tingling sensation crawled through her body. She wasn’t expecting to be struck so hard and almost without warning. Still, the pain…it was…delicious.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The last blow caused her to whimper. She’d never felt anything like it. It was pain but a good pain. She wanted more of it. She was already craving for next hit.
“That’s enough for now,” He responded.
Krista moaned in protest. She didn’t want Him to stop but she had to trust Him. He knew what He was doing, even if she didn’t agree with it.
Eight
Scott got off the bed and retrieved a condom, rolling it over his hardened cock. He then grabbed a pillow wedge and placed it under Krista’s back. He gathered her legs and flanked them around His waist as He gently entered her.
Krista sharply gasped as she felt Sir’s cock. It was big, thick, and stretched her. She softly moaned as her pussy contracted, adjusting to His size.
“Tell me what you want.” Sir ordered.
Krista licked her lips and breathed hard. She knew what she wanted and He was daring her to say it. She never had a lover that dared her to do anything in bed and Sir was already testing to see how far she would go, and how far she would let Him go.
“I want Sir to fuck me.” She said in a begging tone.
Scott gathered Krista’s feet and placed them on his stomach and kept them there as He raised Himself to a kneeling position. He steadied His hands on the back of her thighs and slowly moved inside her.
“This position causes direct access to the G-spot,” Scott quietly said as His thrusts became faster, “instead of trying to find it all night, you get it right the first time, each time.”
Krista couldn’t respond if she wanted to. She moaned, begged, and squealed in pleasure as Sir fucked her within an inch of her life. Tiny electric zaps of ecstasy zapped through her body as Sir took her to another high, then another, and then another. Small beads of sweat formed on her body and once again, she began to feel delirious.
She was entering subspace.
“Does girl want Me to go deeper?”
“Yes, Sir!” Krista begged.
Scott leaned on Krista’s thighs, her feet still squarely placed on His stomach, and thrust faster. The small patch of hair on her sex delightfully tickled His balls with each thrust and he moaned in appreciation.
Meanwhile, Krista screamed in pleasure, calling out to the heavens, and begging her Master to not stop fucking her. Her heart rapidly beat, her skin was soaked with sweat, and every thrust her Master gave sent electric bolts through her body.
“If you want to come, you need to ask for it.” Sir warned her. “You can’t climax without My permission. I can tell when you lie to Me.”
“Oh shit…” Krista whimpered. She wasn’t sure if she could hold out not climaxing before Sir granted permission but she was going to do her best.
She didn’t have to wait long. She felt the tight coils of an orgasm approaching. She quickly swallowed her emotions and pleaded with Sir. “Can I come now?”
“No.”
No? No? “Sir, please can I come now?” Krista begged.
“No.” He responded. “You need to learn discipline and sometimes you can’t get everything you want, when you want it.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Krista felt her pussy contract every tighter around Sir’s cock. She had read about what He was doing. It was orgasm denial and she could honestly say it sounded better to read about it than to actually experience it.
He was torturing her.
She decided on last time to ask. If she came over His dick, that was going to be a small price to pay. “Sir, please, I’m begging you…can I please come?”
“You can come now.”
“Oh God! Oh God!” Krista’s body convulsed and came all over Sir’s cock, coating it.
Scott leaned back on His heels and continued His thrusts with a proud smile on His face. “Good girl,” He purred. He thrust faster inside her before meeting His own release and His body stilled. Krista’s pussy still contracted and it was milking His cock.
When she’d finally subsided, Scott got off the bed to dispose the condom. He went into the bathroom to clean Himself off and grabbed a wet washcloth for Krista. He returned to her, gently cleansing her body and cooling her down.
He removed the wedge pillow from underneath her back, then uncuffed her and removed the blindfold. He pulled her close to Him, stroking her hair, and placing a light kiss on her forehead.
He knew she was going to pass her weeklong exploration without any problems.
****
Sir smelled enchanting, like oak, cherry, and mint. Krista’s eyes were still closed but she was in a dreamlike state. For a minute, she forgot where she was and who she was with. She then felt his large muscular arms comforting her and the gentle stroking of her hair.
So that was subspace. Wow.
Her submissive sisters were right – it wasn’t an everyday trip but it was definitely worth the ride.
“How are you?” His Southern accent interrupted her thoughts.
Krista sighed. She wasn’t sure how to describe what she’d just experienced. There weren’t enough words in any dictionary that could possibly come close to describing what she went through and what she was currently feeling.
“I feel like a new person. Like a part of me opened that I never had known was there,” She explained.
“Empowered?”
Krista turned to Sir with a great smile on her face. “Yeah. Empowered.”
“You determine our scene, sugar.” Scott christened her with a new name and Krista immediately loved it. “You set the pace. I just facilitate your wishes and desires.”
“On second thought, Sir,” Krista sat up in bed, “I want to amend my trip to L.A. I do want to stay at your home for the week.”
“I say that’s a lovely idea,” He smiled.
“Is that going to cause any problems with work or anything else?” Krista asked.
“My job is flexible so I can work from home if I need to,” Scott thought about Mariana. He definitely didn’t want the two of them interacting in any way, shape, or form. “I have a maid that comes twice a week but you won’t be there when she comes by. We’ll go out during that time.”
“I’m looking forward to it, Sir.” Krista smiled.
Scott kissed her, his lips commanding hers. His tongue was velvety rough and full of experience. “So am I.”
Other titles by Vera Roberts:
Daddy’s Angel
Wait for Love
The D’Amato Brothers Series:
The Nanny
To Love and Obey
Where I Wanna Be
All I’ve Ever Wanted
The Scott & Mariana Serial:
S&M
S&M II
Discipline
S&M III, Vol. I
S&M III, Vol. II
Short stories:
Blow by Blow: Diary of a Call Girl #1
Dear Diary
Gettin' It
Hot Like Fire (Sweet and Clean Romance)
I Need You
The Train Ride (Free on Smashwords.com)
The Erotic Intoxication, Vol. I: Bad Girls
The Painter
Til Tomorrow
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Sneak Peek of the sequel – Yes, Master – due out in October 2014.
There was being treat nicely – and then there was being treated by Scott Reed.
Krista stretched out her legs in First Class as she sipped her second mimosa. As promised, Master Scott sent her the flight itinerary and instructions. All she had to
do, really, was just show up. Clothing was optional according to Him. Not wanting to risk an arrest record for indecent exposure, Krista packed clothing and wore some on her way to visit Sir.
She was used to the cramped and tight quarters in coach with the bland and standard offerings of soda and peanuts. First class was not just another experience but an entirely different world. As she looked around her, Krista saw executives, athletes, and a few celebrities. She felt like one of them.
After a month of getting to know each other better and developing a friendship, Krista was more than ready to try her hand at being a submissive. She could admit she was still unsure if the Lifestyle was truly for her. She admitted she liked kink and she definitely wasn’t vanilla by any means. But a D/s relationship seemed a bit more than she would want to handle.
The romance novels made her think it was all orgasms and fairytales with some billionaire dominating her every need in and out of the bedroom. Well, Sir wasn’t a billionaire – at least not yet – but He was pretty close to the fantasy if she’d ever known one.
He’d made it clear, however, their courtship was just that and she shouldn’t expect anything more than just that week of submission. He didn’t exactly say why but Krista figured it had something to do with the distance and plus, Sir could have any woman He wanted in L.A. He certainly didn’t need to go to New York for one.
She was fine with that, much to her surprise. She wanted to have enough experience to get her feet wet (among other things) and look back on it as one of the craziest things she’d ever done. Life was too short to always be playing it safe.
When she arrived at the airport, she picked up her luggage at the baggage claim and walked outside to hail a taxi. As she was about to call for one, a Lincoln Town Car pulled up and a driver got outside the vehicle.