by Simone Leigh
He leans forward. “Elizabeth, I want you to bring in that talent for detail again. Take notes of what is said; proposals, agreements, suggestions, whatever there is. However, I also want you to watch the people. Body-language, expressions. Do they seem comfortable with the discussion? Does anyone look unhappy with the agreement? That sort of thing.
He takes my hand in his. “Are you with me on that? Happy with it?”
I nod. “Yes, it sounds fine to me. What…...?”
I do not get to finish my question. At that moment, we hear raised voices in the outer office; Francis and some other female voice I do not recognise. The office door suddenly slams open, almost bouncing back on its hinges and a woman strides in, with a face like fury. She should be rather attractive, beautiful even; with immaculate make-up, expensive designer clothes and sleek dark hair. However, her furious expression spoils her beauty.
Francis follows her in, gesturing apologetically at my Master.
The stranger says “Richard! This bloody woman tried to tell me that I can’t come in.” Then she stops mid-stride as she registers me, raising one eyebrow.
My Master stands, not looking pleased. “Adele. It is Francis’ job to ensure that I am not disturbed when I am in a meeting.”
Her lip curls. “Yes, I can see what kind of meeting you are having. Who’s this then? Your latest little trollop?”
My Master takes a deep breath, then speaks in measured tones, his voice tight with suppressed anger. “If it were any of your business Adele, I might answer that. But it isn’t. The last time we met, if you recall, you stood me up. At the time, I took it as an informal way of your finally saying ‘Goodbye’. I still do. Now, please leave. Feel free to call me this evening if you think we have something to discuss. Right now, I would like to return to my discussions here.”
She stands frozen for a moment, head back and that arrogant lip curl ugly on her, then turns her gaze to me. “I wouldn’t hope for too much Dear.” she says. “You’re not the first. You won’t be the last.” And she turns and marches out, followed by Francis.
My Master waits a few seconds then follows them out. I hear him speaking. “Francis, check with Reception that’s she’s left the building would you, then cancel her entry codes. I don’t want any repeat of this.”
“I’m sorry Mr Haswell. I tried to stop her bursting in like that but she wouldn’t have it. You know what she’s like…”
“Yes, I remember well just what she is like. Don’t worry about it Francis. It’s not your fault. Just make sure that she can’t simply march in like that again.”
He comes back into the office and sits down next to me again. “My apologies Elizabeth. That wasn’t fair on you. It won’t happen again.”
“That’s alright. It wasn’t your fault. Was she…. Were you….” My tongue ties. How do I ask this?
“Yes, we were…. But not now, or ever again. The last time I saw her was the night you and I met, when you decided to take an impromptu shower in my bathroom if you recall….” He grins and my tension subsides a little.
While it was happening, I did not have time to be upset by Adele’s outburst. It was over too quickly, but now the meaning of her words is beginning to sink in and I am beginning to feel a little sick.
My Master sees this in my face. “Elizabeth, you mustn’t be upset by this. I do not want you upset by this.”
I nod and gulp, but can think of nothing to say.
He grips me by an arm and tilts my face up, forcing me to look him in the eye. “I know that you want more than I am offering, but I will make you no promises I think I cannot keep. For now, you must accept that… But…” His grip on my arm tightens, almost hurting. “…but…. she is part of my past. That night you and I first met, I was trying to take one last shot at making it work with her, God know why.”
He releases me and, standing, sweeps his hair back with both hands, staring at the ceiling. “Anyway, whatever the reason, I tried. You just got a taste of her personality. And she was never really any different, even when I thought there might be something real between us. The reality is that, she is manipulative, scheming, and really, not very pleasant to know. I was simply besotted with her physical beauty. Whereas you Elizabeth…” His smile returns as he looks at me. “…You are as sweet as Spring, and I will do my best to honour every promise I make you, because I know that you will do the same…... Are you alright, Elizabeth?”
Biting my lip. “Yes, I am. Thank you, Master.”
“Good, let’s get back to work, and then later, perhaps we should continue celebrating your new apartment eh?”
“Oh yes Master.” I laugh.
“You can wear that rather attractive green bodice you have. It goes with your hair beautifully.”
“Yes Master.”
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But that evening, on my way home, I become aware of being shadowed again. Trying not to show that I know I am being followed, I pause again by shop windows, trying to spot my shadow in the reflection, but always, he slips out of sight before I spy him. Mack again?
Un-nerved, once more I cut through the crowds to lose myself, before continuing home. I decide that I must tell my Master what is happening.
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The green bodice my Master likes was chosen for him. I try to select clothes I think he will enjoy. Carefully I fit it into place, supporting my large breasts, but with the laces dangling free.
Matching, side-laced panties and black lace stockings are, I think, all else that is needed. Possibly, I will not be wearing them for very long….
My Master strides in to the apartment just as I finish preparing myself for him. Clearly he is in the mood for action as, with no preliminaries, he pushes me, flat backed against the wall. “Stand there. I want to look at you.” Then, moving back for a better view he says “Lift your chin. I want to see your face properly.”
Obediently, I comply, tilting my face a little, to allow my Master to see my profile.
He seems pleased with the effect. “Do you have any champagne here?”
“Yes, Master. Shall I fetch it?”
“Yes. With glasses and ice.”
When I return, he is seated on the settee, sprawling a little, arms raised, hands clasped behind his head. His eyes follow me as I pour the wine and offer him a glass.
“Just put it on the table for now, then come here. Stand in front of me.”
Again, I obey, placing myself before him, his face level with my hips.
“Closer. I want to be able to smell you.”
I move closer, my panties now almost brushing his face. Now he leans forward, one hand caressing my hip and thigh as he inhales deeply. “You smell wonderful Elizabeth, but then you always do.” Then he leans back again onto the settee. “Now, play with yourself.”
I hesitate, a little unsure of what he is asking.
“I said, play with yourself. Finger yourself. Play with your clit. Fuck yourself. I want to watch you arouse yourself. Then you’re good and wet, when I’m ready to fuck you.”
Sliding fingers down the front of my panties, I start to rub myself, fingering through my red curls so that my Master can see the movement through the green silk. His head tilts, and his eyes are dark, pupils wide, as he watches. I allow a few foxy hairs to escape the lace of the panties, rosy against the white of my thighs.
My Master is not exactly smiling, but his teeth show a little, white against his tan as I see his breathing deepen. “I don’t think we need those do we?” he says, and one-handedly, teases apart the side laces of the panties and discarding them.
“Unlace the top of your bodice. I want to see your breasts.”
Slowly I pull the laces of the bodice open, allowing my heavy breasts to swing free from their confinement.
“Now, closer. Then start fucking yourself again.”
I stand close to him, as he leans further back into the settee and says “Closer. I want to see everything.”
I try to move close
r, but cannot as my knees chafe against the couch. “Closer.” he says, “Kneel up. Straddle me.”
Kneeling up, my legs parted astride my Master, he supports me with his hands on my hips, steadying me. “Now.” he commands. “Play with yourself. I want to see you dripping.”
This will not be difficult. The act of opening myself, so close to my Master’s face that I can feel the heat of his breath on my loins, is already arousing me, and my pussy is moistly warm.
Slipping fingers between my legs, I to play with my clit, pulling the hood back with one hand and rubbing it with the other. Working at my nub, it grows hard under my fingers. A couple of fingers in my pussy for a moment gives me a little juice to lubricate myself, making my clit more slippery and easier to work.
“Put your hands on my shoulders. Support yourself.” says my Master.
Taking one hand from my hips, he parts my lips, leaning in close to suckle at me. His tongue, lapping at my bud is electric, and I moan, struggling to remain still in my awkward position balanced over him.
“I did not give you permission to move.” he says, withdrawing from me for a moment, then he returns to his work, nibbling at me, chewing lightly at my labia, working my clit with his tongue.
My breath is shuddering now, and my balance is precarious. “Take your hands from my shoulders. Support yourself against the couch back.”
My Master slides down, now directly under me, my pussy open for his inspection. Looking down, he peruses my folds like a gourmet, tasting and licking, flicking at my clit with his tongue, working circles around it, nibbling with his teeth.
I am very liquid now, my breath ragged and broken. Pussy juices trickle and my Master licks them away.
He tongues my entrance, probing, first lightly, and then more deeply. His face presses close to me, drinking my depths as I judder and squirm, fighting the impulse to buck my hips. My face flushing, sweat trickles down between my breasts.
Through my growing euphoria I hear something, a buzz.
A vibe? Where did he get it from? His pocket? I have no time to wonder as abruptly, my Master pins me by one thigh, arm wrapped tight about my leg. In the same moment, he applies the vibe to my clit sending waves of electric stimulation shooting through me. I squeal in shock, convulsing reflexively as he circles my clit with the vibe, first probing into the root, then skimming the tip, now sensitized and swollen. Juices gush from my throbbing cunt and an unbearable euphoria builds in waves as my Master works mercilessly at my tender button.
Orgasm rises quickly, engulfing me in spasm after spasm of pleasure. At some level I am aware that my Master is no longer working my clit, but has buried himself in my pussy, drinking from me as I cum, his mouth locked over me, his tongue penetrating prolonging my climax as I shudder and scream.
Barely does my orgasm subside than he pushes me away and down to the floor. Standing, he towers over me, stripping off shirt and pants. As they drop in a heap beside me he says “On your hands and knees Elizabeth. Ass up. I want to see you.”
Submissively I obey, dropping down to rest on my elbows, head well down so that my naked buttocks are presented for my Master. “Good girl. Now stay there.” He strides to his briefcase and extracts a paddle in red and black leather. I recognise it. I bought it for him as a birthday present.
He walks around me, stroking me with the paddle, skimming my hair with it; sliding it over my spine. Lightly he taps a bare buttock with it and I quiver in anticipation.
“You like that eh?” and he taps the other buttock, harder this time, making me yelp. “Be quiet.” he commands. “Tonight, I think I’m going to test your limits a little. You remember your safe word?”
“Yes Master. ‘Redhead.’”
“Good. Let’s see how far you want to ride…”
A tingle runs down my spine. I have barely come down from the waves of one orgasm but already I feel my body’s response to my Master. Biting my lip, nonetheless, my pussy juices flow, trickling down my thighs.
“I can see tha,t Elizabeth. I know you’re enjoying this. Now…. a question for you. I can either fuck you from behind, or face-fuck you. Which is it to be?”
“I don’t mind Master. You choose.”
With a thwack! that makes me gasp, the paddle slaps across my rear. “Wrong answer Elizabeth. Now, do I shove my cock up your cunt or do I push it down your throat?”
My ass smarting. “My mouth, Master. My mouth.”
Thwack! The paddle again, but this time harder and I yelp.
“Your mouth? What about your mouth?”
“Shove your cock in my mouth Master. Face-fuck me.”
The paddle drops to the ground beside me and this time, instead I feel my Master’s hand slap across my butt, hard this time, really hard. I yell in pain, but my Master is not fooled because my throbbing pussy gushes.
“I still think you’re enjoying this Elizabeth.” And his hand rams hard inside me, pumping in and out. “Ask nicely. If you want me to face-fuck you, ask nicely and tell me what you want me to do.”
“Please Master. Let me suck you off. Let me make you cum.”
“And then?” Thwack! The hand slaps this time, not my buttocks, but my aching and streaming cunt. This time it really hurts and I almost rise up, jolted off my elbows by the pain. But as I start to rise, my Master grabs me by the hair, pinning my head low again. “Did I tell you to move?”
Gasping, “No Master.”
His hand pressing my head to the carpet, my Master kneels between my splayed legs, forcing my knees a little further apart with his, then opening my pussy wider with his fingers. His erection presses again my smarting lips then thrusts inwards.
I am slick and slippery. There is no resistance as he pumps into me, hard, meeting my inner wall. Although my elbows are still on the ground, my back arched to present my open pussy, he pulls my head back and up with my long red hair, making it difficult to breath as I gasp and pant.
“Be quiet!” And still pumping me, he slaps my butt in time with his rhythm, first one side, then the other.
I am close to as much as I can stand. “Redhead!” I yell. “Redhead! Please Master. No more.”
Instantly he withdraws from me and stands. “On your knees, Elizabeth.” And as I kneel up to him, he forces his finger between my lips. “Open!” he commands.
His cock is hugely erect and dripping with my juices as he presses into my mouth. As I wrap my lips and tongue around him, I know that it will not be long. Already I taste the honey-salt of his pre-cum and as I steady myself with one hand on his thigh, I feel the tension and the quiver of the build-up to climax.
I bind my lips tight around my Master’s shaft, feeling the strain and the pulse of pre-climax building at the base as I massage his balls with my free hand. Slipping my tongue around the head and into the sensitive slit, I gag slightly as suddenly he thrusts deep, pinning me by my hair as he shudders and groans in orgasm, spurting into me.
I cough and splutter as his cum fills my mouth, catching me at the back of my throat. Deep in orgasm as he is, my Master’s feels that I am choking and pulls free, shooting instead over my face and into my hair.
As his climax ebbs, I look up at my Master, eyes tight shut, face still locked in a grimace.
Relaxing, he opens his eyes, looking down at my cum-bespattered face. “You’re beautiful Elizabeth.” he says. Then wiping his cum from my face, “A little dishevelled, but beautiful.”
He offers me a hand, helping me stand. I stagger a little, my sore bottom making me a little stiff. “Are you alright Elizabeth?”
“Yes Master, I’m fine, really.” In fact, I am better than fine. I feel wonderful.
I am not going to spoil the moment. I will tell my Master about Mack Kane tomorrow.
The Story Continues in “The Master’s Sin”
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