Caught by the Master

by Caught by the Master (lit)

  “Gentlemen, she’s brand new to submission and far from trained. We met last weekend, and this is the first time we’ve been together since. Now I would appreciate it if you would all just back the fuck off.”

  He finished filling his plate before stalking away, but not before he heard Wiley say, “Looks like ol' Taurus has fallen in love.”

  The other two Doms chuckled in agreement.

  If they hadn’t been friends since before the club had opened and shared subs and beers in good times and bad, Taurus would have turned back and ripped the man’s head off. Love? Him? Never.

  But the clenching in both his heart and his gut stopped him mid-step. Love? Him? Could it be? Had he fallen in love with Whitney, his sweet, brave little mouse? Was that why the urge to whisk her away from here before she could be influenced by his kinky friends felt so right?

  No, he shook his head. He couldn’t have fallen in love. Not yet. It was too soon. They hadn’t even…what word should he use? Fucked sounded too cold, but made love made him squeamish as well.

  Just because she’d never been far from his thoughts over the past week and he’d considered giving up his half of the club if she decided she couldn’t deal with the kink was no reason to think he’d fallen in love. He was just infatuated with his pretty toy, much like when he was a kid, though his sweet mouse was better than any train set or game he ever received.

  Could it be love? Could he spend the rest of his life with one woman? With Whitney? His cock, which had relaxed marginally since their stop on the side of the road, surged back to attention at the thought of having a sweet mouse in his bed every night for the rest of his life.

  “Sir? Are you all right?”

  He blinked and focused on Whitney, who stood in front of him looking worried. “I’m fine, baby. My mind just wandered for a minute.”

  He pointed her toward several empty chairs in the shadows. Putting his plate on a small table, he sat with his back to the rest of the party. When Whitney moved to sit in the chair beside him, he pulled her onto his lap.

  “Pretty ladies should never have to sit in cold chairs all alone.”

  He cuddled her close, holding her easily when she tried to fight him. When she stopped struggling and relaxed, he kissed her temple. His cock responded to her nearness and her womanly, citrusy scent, twitching with anticipation.

  Reaching for a tidbit from the plate, he held it to her lips. “Eat up, mouse. You’re going to need your strength.”

  Whitney looked at him, but instead of asking the questions he could see in her eyes, she parted her lips and accepted the food he offered. Taking care of a sub—feeding, bathing, loving, punishing—always gave him pleasure. Feeding his little mouse was a joy.

  By the time they emptied the plate, his cock throbbed with each beat of his heart, making it hard to carry on a conversation with Dane who, along with his two submissives mates, had joined them. As usual, Sloan sat on the big Dom’s lap while Merlin knelt on a blanket beside his chair.

  Not able to stand the erection that was becoming painful, Taurus nuzzled Whitney’s temple as he whispered, “How fearless is my little mouse?”

  * * * *

  Whitney heard the thread of controlled power she would always associate with Sir and pulled back just enough to look into his face.

  He looked tense. He looked hungry. He looked like he was in pain.

  “How fearless do I need to be?” she whispered in return. Her pussy clenched and her nipples knotted tighter at the heat that flared in his emerald eyes as he met her gaze.

  “I know we haven’t been together long, but I need you to make a decision. Would you rather suck my cock or ride me?” The hand he fed her with slipped between her thighs and up to cup her crotch.

  Whitney moaned as a single fingertip started at the top of her slit and caressed its way to her entrance, sliding in her to the first joint.

  “Answer me, mouse. Suck me or ride me?”

  She heard herself give a whining sigh when he pulled his finger from her a moment later and lifted it to lick at her juices. “Mmmm, so good.”

  “Right here, Sir?”

  “Yes, mouse. Right here, right now.” His hand cupped her chin, holding her jaw so she couldn’t look away. “I need relief. Now which will it be?”

  Whitney closed her eyes and smiled as a thrill shivered through her, heating her blood and igniting her lust for this man who, after just a few hours together, held her heart. After licking her lips and taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes.

  “May I suck your cock, please, Sir?”

  At his nod, she climbed from his lap and knelt on the ground between his legs. She blocked out the fact that there were other people around, talking, dancing, maybe even watching her. Sir needed her.

  As she situated herself, Sir opened his leathers and pulled both pants and shirttails out of the way to allow his cock its freedom. The head glistened deep red in the available light.

  Whitney leaned in and licked his juices from the head. Then she wiped the tip of her lip over his slit to clean it as well. She glanced up to judge how close he was. His jaw clenched, and the skin pulled tight around his eyes, which were watching her every move. She wrapped one hand around the base, but he pulled it off again before she could stroke him.

  “No hands. Just that fantastic mouth. Palms on my thighs.”

  Following the growled commands, Whitney lowered her mouth over his length, taking him deep. Remembering the lessons from the week before, she maintained eye contact, smiling when his eyelids dropped and he threw his head back. She began to move, using his thighs for leverage to pump her mouth over his thick, hard length.

  She was so caught up in Sir she didn’t realize the entire party had moved to circle them until a sharp female voice cut through the haze of lust that surrounded her. “I can do better than that.”

  She froze with the head of Sir’s cock in her mouth, suddenly self-conscious. People were watching, judging her performance. Panic began to well, pushing aside her arousal.

  “Jeffrey, your sub is messing with my sub and my bliss. Deal with her.” Sir’s growly voice cut through her fear as her head and eyes left his to see exactly who was watching.

  Whitney heard a sharp slap of skin on skin and then the rustling of clothing. “Kitten, you bragged, so now it’s time to back it up. If you don’t get me off before Master T comes, there’ll be a flogging in your future.”

  Whitney felt her eyes go wide at his words and the promise of pain they held. She tried to turn her head to see what was happening, but Sir gently tugged on her hair, forcing her eyes and attention back to him.

  “Look at me. Yes, that’s right. There’s no one else here but us. Just Sir and his pretty mouse sucking cock.”

  With a few words in his soft Dom tone, Whitney found herself back in her happy, lust-filled haze. Staring up, past his bare chest— when had he unbuttoned his shirt? ­—she met eyes filled with green fire. Nodding, she returned her attention to the hard, hot cock that filled her mouth.

  His appreciative noises sent her own need higher. She began shifting her hips back and forth, wishing Sir was between her legs, filling her emptiness. Pushing herself farther and farther down his length, she took him until she gagged. Easing back a fraction of an inch, she swallowed. When Sir’s cock twitched and swelled even bigger, she swallowed again. She continued worshiping his cock until he howled his completion.

  As she swallowed down his first spurt, electricity raced from lips and tongue to cunt, and she jolted with orgasm as well without anyone or anything touching her.

  After swallowing down his juices, she cleaned him thoroughly. When his hips bucked from her touch, she just held his softening length in her mouth as she rested her cheek against his thigh.

  He looked so relaxed. She’d been able to give him that while finding her own pleasure. When he smiled and nodded, she gently released his cock. He rearranged his leathers, but left his shirt open as he lifted her back onto his lap. She
cuddled against him, still lost in her own lust that had eased with the orgasm but had not completely subsided.

  “Damn, T, she’s one sexy bit. And you say she’s untrained? I don’t believe it.”

  “Mmmm, yes. She’s brave and adventurous, and once we get over her need to make things fair, I’m sure she’ll be an exceptionally sweet sub.”

  “I’m sure you’ll get her under control in no time. Ah, ah, ahhhhh!” Jeffrey growled as he came. Silence filled the air until he said, “Very good, kitten, but mouse beat you by several long minutes. You need to apologize to Master T and his pet for the insult. Then we’ll go into the barn for your flogging.”

  Whitney watched as a beautiful blonde crawled over to kneel a respectable distance in front of Sir’s feet. She assumed the slave position and dropped her head.

  “I’m sorry, Master T, that I degraded your sub. Please accept my apology.”

  Sir stroked a hand up and down Whitney’s spine before nodding to the woman on the ground before him. “Accepted, but don’t let there be a next time.”

  “Yes, Master T.”

  As the woman crawled back to her master, Sir lifted Whitney’s chin and kissed her gently. “Did you come while you were sucking me?” he asked. His voice was soft, yet threaded with steel.

  She blinked and nodded before dropping her eyes from his. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was going to happen until it did.”

  “Eyes, mouse. I need to see your eyes.”

  Lifting her gaze to his, Whitney did not see anger in their green depths. She couldn’t read the emotion, but it soothed the harsh anxiety that slithered through her. Not sure what to expect, she tensed and waited.

  The last thing she expected was to see him grin at her. “Relax, sweet little mouse. I’m not angry. I’m amazed. I’ve never had a sub get off just by giving me pleasure.”

  Taking a clean paper napkin from the table, he wiped her thighs and crotch dry. “We’ll continue this play at home, provided you still want to spend the weekend?”

  “Yes, please.” Whitney gathered their trash and carried it to a garbage can near the buffet table.

  Instead of following the crowd into the barn to witness kitten’s flogging, they congratulated Marco and Tawnee and then were on the road again.

  “Lie back and rest, baby.” He brushed the back of one hand down her cheek when she yawned.

  Whitney nodded, unable to fight his gentle command as well as her body’s overwhelming urge to sleep. She smiled when Sir wove the fingers of their hands together, then lifted them to his lips and kissed her knuckles. With a sigh, she allowed herself to relax and drift.

  Chapter 8

  “Whitney, are you awake?”

  Whitney opened her eyes and looked up at the man who was taking over her heart and soul. “I’m awake, just resting and thinking.”

  “Mmmm, I don’t know if thinking is a good thing. You might decide you don’t want to be my sweet mouse,” Taurus said, leaning over her. He kissed her cheek at the same time he returned her seat to its full, upright position. “I need to do a walkthrough of the club to make sure everything is running smoothly. Would you like to wait for me here or by the elevator?”

  “Can’t I go into the club with you?” She saw the hesitation in his expression but didn’t understand it.

  Didn’t he want to take her into the club? Had she embarrassed him at the party? He hadn’t corrected her. Or had the party been a test? She knew she needed more training to be a really good sub, but was she so bad he didn’t want to be seen with her in the club?

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll wait at the elevator, if that’s what you want.” She dropped her chin, not wanting him to see her hurt.

  But he wouldn’t allow her to hide. A finger under her chin lifted her until she was forced to look into his eyes. His expression wasn’t that of disappointment or disgust, but tenderness.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t think you’d want to go in there until we’d had a chance to talk more about what will be expected of you as my sub.”

  “Like what? You give the orders, and I obey.”

  He smiled as he climbed out of the SUV. “I wouldn’t have phrased it quite that way, but basically that’s it. Come on, we’ll talk now. Then if you still want to continue—” His voice cut off when he shut the door.

  She waited as he came around to open her door. He’d told her in one of their conversations that he’d learned his genteel manners and how to treat a lady from watching the classic movie channel in the wee hours of the morning as he relaxed after closing time.

  Opening her door, he lifted her easily from the truck. Once she was on her feet and balanced in the high heels, he took her hand and led her away from the club toward a tall, wooden privacy fence. Punching a code into the electrical lock on the gate, he led her into what she discovered was an enclosed garden. She gasped when he flipped a hidden switch and tiny white lights lit up the entire area, revealing an enchanted garden. The wooden fence surrounding the area was barely seen due to bushes and tall flowers and climbing trellises. There were stone walkways, which led between beds filled with more flowers and bushes and other plants.

  “It’s beautiful,” she whispered as he took her hand and led her toward the gazebo, which sat in the center of the garden.

  “Yes, Jenna did a good job. She wanted a place where we could relax in private and where she could play in the dirt.” Taurus led her up the three steps to the gazebo.

  He settled on the outdoor sofa that sat between two wicker chairs and pulled her forward until she straddled his hips. Then he pulled her down to sit spread across his lap. Her breath caught when her bare nether lips brushed against the cool leather. She felt the ridge of his cock beneath. Her eyes widened when it began to grow.

  “Hmmm, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” he said, lifting her from his lap. When she was standing and balanced, he pointed to the chair to her right. “Sit over there so I can think without distraction.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured.

  She couldn’t help her cocky smile as the front panel of his leathers distended with his renewed erection. She made him hard just by sitting in his lap. She never affected any other man she’d dated that way. Shifting in her chair, she crossed her legs as her juices gathered and spilled out of her core.

  “Being in a Dom/sub relationship is about trust and control. A submissive gives up control of her body and her mind to her Dom. She must trust that he knows her well enough to push her boundaries without causing irreparable physical or emotional damage. It’s hard, especially with someone like me. When we’re in the club, every move you make will be judged. Not just by the other Doms, but by the other subs as well. What happened at the party tonight with kitten is just the tip of the iceberg. You performed beautifully, by the way. I was very proud of you.”

  Whitney watched as Taurus stood and began to pace.

  “I guess that means I’ll just have to be better than everyone else.” Her words sounded bold and brave. The knot in her stomach made her wonder if she could do this while her heart swelled with love for her man, her Sir, her Master.

  Taurus looked at her then turned and knelt before her. “Are you willing to trust me like that? Give up your will to mine? Not question anything I ask of you? In the club, it’s vital, but I’m almost as dominant outside Esoteria. Do you think you can handle that without growing resentful? Without coming to hate me? I care too much about you to take you under command if you’re going to be hurt in the end.”

  Whitney smiled at him before she pushed off her chair and knelt before him with her legs spread wide, hands on thighs in the slave position. She looked straight into his eyes.

  “Yes, Master, I can do this. I will do anything you ask.”

  I love you.

  She swallowed back that admission. It was too soon, no matter how well they fit together. She kept her gaze locked on his and saw something flicker at her words. Pride? Acceptance? Love?

  Pushin
g to his feet, he returned to sit in the center of the sofa. “Strip.”

  Whitney stood. Tempted to balk since they were outside, she took a deep breath and straightened her spine. This was the first test of her submission to his command and she would not fail.

  Lifting her left foot to the sofa by his leg, she unzipped the boot and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. She repeated the action with the right boot. She sighed with relief and wiggled her toes once her feet were on the floor. Then she unzipped the leather skirt and pushed it down. The corset took a bit longer, but soon she dropped it as well.

  Standing naked before her master, she held her head up, arms by her sides and hands relaxed. She kept her eyes on his, watching closely as he looked her up and down in the light coming from the strands of white twinkling bulbs strung around the ceiling of the gazebo.

  “Turn around, mouse.”

  She turned slowly until she faced away from him, then stopped so he could look over this side of her as thoroughly as he had the front.

  “Spread your legs, shoulder width apart.”

  She heard him stand and walk around behind her as she shifted her feet. Cream trickled out of her slit and down her thigh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him push one of the wicker chairs until it sat directly in front of her.

  “Bend over, palms on the seat of the chair and don’t move.”

  Whitney followed orders and then waited. Would he fuck her or spank her? He still owed her punishment from when she gave him the blowjob last week.

  “Close your eyes. There’s nothing for you to look at.”

  His soft words preceded a kiss to the back of her neck, then a hot, wet tongue tracing its way down her spine. She closed her eyes and her skin came alive. The night air cooled the trail of damp skin he left, building her lust higher.

  She began to tremble by the time he reached her waist. His kisses stopped at the top of her ass, and he pulled away. Soft fingers traced up the insides of her left leg from her knee to her groin. Then they, too, disappeared. When he started caressing her right leg, she had to lock her knees to keep from collapsing to the floor.