Master

by Catherine Taylor

  “Desperate for what. What is it that you wish my hand was doing to you?”

  “I want your fingers inside me.”

  He ran his middle finger lightly over her clit, between her wet lips and into her, before taking it out and cupping her again. “Like that?”

  “Harder, deeper.”

  “And I want to take some photos. It seems neither of us are getting our way.”

  “I’ll do your pose.” She insisted. “I will, I won’t laugh anymore.”

  He kissed her shoulders and neck, making her legs become shaky. “I like your laughter, but right now I need to see a little penitence from you. Imagine if I denied you sex for being naughty.”

  The thought rapidly got her into character. She became the epitome of remorse, biting on her finger and turning sad eyes towards him. Jahn wasted no time in snatching up his camera and capturing her pose, his grin telling her that he was getting exactly what he wanted.

  Lena began to enjoy herself, thrusting her bottom out and bending to allow her vagina to be seen. She had never felt anything so wicked and exciting, and she gave herself up to the camera, slowly turning repentance into seduction.

  A few hard smacks to her bottom startled her from her reverie. She frowned at him. “What was that for?”

  “I see a very naughty girl making a comeback,” he growled as he put the camera down. “I think the photo shoot is over for the moment.”

  He moved towards her, positioning her in the original pose and pressing against her. Through his jeans she could feel his erection. His arms went around her and her breasts were gripped in his hands, her nipples trapped between his fingers.

  Pinching and kneading, his hands slid back and went to her sides, going downwards as he crouched behind her. Ignorant to her pain, her buttocks were seized and spread wide apart. She shivered nervously as she recognised the carnal lust that she had seen in him before, the desire that was frightening and sordid, and still so powerfully sensual.

  Lena whimpered as his tongue ran up the inside of her cheeks, and her flesh was caught in nips between his teeth. She had seen a cat once, tenderly licking a dying mouse, and she now felt somewhat similar.

  He stood up suddenly and turned her to face him, trapping her in the corner with his body. His chest was rising and falling, and his eyes glaring into her and darting over her body. With one swift movement, his singlet was gone. Unbuckling his belt, he left the ends dangling while he unzipped his jeans and pushed them, with his boxers, down enough for his erection to spring free. Lena watched as he sheathed it in latex.

  “You don’t even know what you do.” It was almost an accusation, and Lena was worried that he was angry with her until he seized her and lifted her high against the wall. The back of her knees came to rest in the crook of his arms, his fingers seizing the sorest part of her bottom. He widened her legs before bringing her down against him, rubbing the head of his cock against her and slowly lowering her upon it.

  Lena yelled as he filled her and she grasped his arms, seeing the pleasure in his face at her helplessness. Standing still, he lifted her body up and down to fuck her as if she weighed nothing. His muscles swelled and hardened in her hands.

  As his breathing laboured, he pushed her into the wall and began to plunge his cock into her deeply and slowly. Lena moaned at the feeling of him inside her, wanting it to last forever. Her climax was building, her vaginal walls clenching with every thrust. She was powerless to respond, helpless by her position, and reliant on him to bring them both to orgasm.

  He didn’t fail her and in the midst of her yells of ecstasy, she was aware of his deep groan, his fingers digging into her and the final intense thrusts. He leant his face against her shoulder, panting softly as he let her legs down and lowered her to the floor.

  With both hands on the wall, he leant over her, grinning. “I need some rest. Go wait for me in the bed while I clean up here.”

  He slapped her backside as she hurried off, making her yelp. Pulling back the bedclothes, Lena fell forwards onto the bed, feeling wonderfully decadent, wallowing in debauchery, loving every moment of it and still very much aroused.

  When Jahn came in, she lay on her front uncovered, admiring his naked body as he climbed in beside her and lay on his back.

  He closed his eyes but could feel her studying him. “I said rest, not more sex.”

  Lena sighed. “I thought Master implied something more than the average man, but if you’re not up to it…”

  “You little brat,” he growled. “What do you want now?”

  She blushed but didn’t answer and he immediately grew intrigued, rolling onto his side to face her.

  “When I ask you question, little girl, I expect an answer. Now tell me what you want.”

  “Your tongue,” she whispered.

  Jahn grinned. “And what would you like me to do with my tongue?”

  Lena giggled. “I don’t want to say it.”

  He rolled back and pillowed his head with his arms. “If you can’t tell me what you want, I can’t help you.”

  Drawing a deep breath, Lena blurted out, “I want you to lick my… clit.”

  Jahn rolled back and gazed at her with amusement. “You know, as your Master, I’m the one who is supposed to tell you what I want, not the other way around.”

  She shrugged. “I’m new at this… Master.”

  “Get on your back, Slave, and spread your legs and your lips. Show me your clit and I’ll decide if I want to pleasure you.”

  Lena gingerly rolled onto her back, wincing at the tenderness of her buttocks. She brought her knees up and let them fall apart. Her fingers spread her labia and she waited, watching as Jahn positioned himself on his knees between her legs, staring down at her offering.

  “Play with it,” he demanded.

  Her finger easily found her erect clit and she was soon breathing heavily under her own touch.

  Jahn lay down on his front, so that his face was close to what she was doing. “Take your finger away but keep your cunt spread for me.”

  As Jahn took over, Lena groaned out loudly. His only contact was his tongue, flicking and licking, though his breath was warm against her. Soon, his lips and hands were in play, sucking and stroking her inner thighs, intermittently returning to her clit.

  Lena lay back in euphoria, as Jahn took his time, making her more desperate with each passing minute. His attention grew more intense as he moved up, gripping her under her knees, pushing them back to her shoulders, and pushing his face into her. When she climaxed, he sucked and lapped at her cum.

  Still holding her, he rose up and she could see his hard cock before it pushed into her. For a while he watched himself fuck her and then shifted his eyes to her face.

  “Look at me, while I fuck you,” he demanded.

  She lay helplessly staring at him as he pumped into her deeply, his face intense. The position made his penetration deep and Lena whimpered at each thrust, exciting him. He suddenly pulled out, his annoyance obvious.

  “No fucking condom,” he uttered as he released her and shifted back.

  Lena moved quickly, turning onto her front and grasping his cock. Her lips slipped over the swollen head, taking it into her mouth as far as she could. With her hand, she pumped him and sucked him, probing him with her tongue.

  His hand gripped a fistful of hair, but he allowed her to work at her own pace. It was all he needed and his climax was powerful. Lena choked and swallowed, but her mouth remained on him until he had finished.

  Jahn stared down and watched as she licked his cock clean of every drop. His smile was waiting for her when she gazed up at him.

  “You bad little girl. Did I give you permission to do that?”

  “No, Master,” she grinned. “But as your slave, it is my job to anticipate your needs.”

  “And that was one hell of a need.” He laughed, but then peered at her curiously. “That wasn’t the first time you’ve done that.”

  “It was the first ti
me I wanted to do that,” she replied soberly. “And the first time that I have enjoyed it.”

  He lifted her against him and rolled with her down to the bed with her on top of him. Lena smiled at his admiration.

  “Did I please you?” she whispered.

  He nodded, but broke into a grin. “It would please me even more, if I could get some rest.”

  “For a little while,” she conceded. “But we have to cuddle up.”

  Jahn frowned. “I really need to explain to you how this Master, submissive thing works.”

  “It works just fine for me.”

  “If we keep this up for three days, you may just change your mind.”

  Lena shook her head. “Never. Whatever pain you inflict on my body will soon heal. It is the pain you’re going to inflict on my heart that will take a lot longer to mend.”

  She lay her head on his chest and he stroked her hair staring up at the ceiling. There was nothing he could say. All he could do was hold her, knowing that she wouldn’t be alone in her suffering.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  The night had gone, but Lena still had the memory of spending it with Jahn beside her, and being able to snuggle up against him, gliding her hand over his body. Whenever her fingers had wandered too low, they had been firmly grasped and held still, making her giggle. Only a stern reprimand and a threat of a long, hard spanking had encouraged her off to sleep with a grin on her face.

  He was dressed early and out of the apartment, leaving her with strict orders to stay in bed and an assurance that he would be next door. Lena was content to let him go, hoping that he might develop her photos. The thought of seeing herself naked was as disturbing as it was thrilling. A week ago, she had hated seeing herself in a mirror and here she was carousing like a porn model.

  When she should have felt shame, Lena could only feel freedom. Jahn had given her the liberty to enjoy her body and desires, without guilt or embarrassment. He had even taught her how to pleasure herself and she happily indulged as an hour ticked away.

  She was still in the heights of arousal when she heard the apartment door open. It was worth a growling to try and encourage Jahn back to bed. Naked, she went out to greet him. It was only when she was well into the lounge, that she discovered that he was not alone.

  Lena froze, as did Jahn and Natasha. A second of awkward silence and stunned expressions was followed with Lena running back to the bedroom and slamming the door.

  Natasha smirked as she watched Jahn shake his head.

  “I’ll be right back,” he sighed.

  Lena was struggling to dress and grabbed a pillow to hide herself when he came in.

  “I’m sorry,” he offered, unable to hide his grin. “I should have checked first.”

  “Yes, you should have,” Lena stated angrily. “Who is she?”

  “Natasha, a friend of mine.”

  Lena balked at the familiar name. “Why is she here?”

  “Because I was with her when you went into that room. She came to see if we were still alive.”

  “The building is still standing. That was all she needed to see.”

  Jahn sighed with a little impatience. “I didn’t answer my pager last night. That is unusual for me and she was worried.”

  Sitting down, Lena nodded, staring down at the floor. “Do you want to be with her now? I can go back to bed.”

  “I just need to talk to her,” he assured her. “And then I will cook your breakfast and we will have the rest of the morning together.”

  “She’s beautiful.”

  Jahn crouched down to look into her sulking face. “Why don’t you get dressed and come out and meet her? You’ll like her.”

  She shook her head. “I’ll just wait here.”

  “I won’t be long, I promise.” Jahn got up and left Lena cuddling her pillow.

  Natasha stood grinning when he came out from the bedroom. Jahn nodded towards the front door and they didn’t speak until they were out in the hall, with the door pulled over.

  “Now she’s upset again.” Jahn sighed.

  “And that bothers you because…?

  “I prefer it when she’s happy,” he shrugged. “What’s the big deal?”

  “The fact that she shouldn’t be here still. I thought you were going to hand her over.”

  “It’s a long story which ends on Friday. She wants to return with me at her side and her dignity intact. Then it will be over, and she has accepted that.”

  “And you really believe that?”

  “Makarov is going to be there.”

  Natasha’s mouth fell open. “Which means?”

  “Which means I can put a bullet in his head.” Jahn frowned. “But I’m not going to. Instead I am going to give him the chance to redeem himself by giving Lena the life she deserves.”

  “And you really feel good about this?”

  He nodded. “He’s the best chance she has. Knowing she is enjoying her life somewhere appeals to me more than some act of revenge.”

  His confession drew a deep sigh from Natasha. “You’re getting soft in your old age. Seventeen years and you throw it all away for one girl. She must be one hell of a fuck, or the impossible has happened and you’ve fallen in love.”

  “Would you stop saying that?” Jahn eyed her angrily. “Whatever I feel is not important. All this creates a whole new set of problems.”

  “Yeah, it does,” Natasha agreed. “When are you planning to tell the old bastard?”

  “He wants to see me this afternoon. He sounded agitated on the phone.”

  “You think he has wind of Makarov’s appearance?”

  “No.” Jahn shook his head. “Andrei was reluctant to give up the information. He only did it to appeal to Lena. By the time the old man discovers Makarov has been in town, he should be long gone with Lena and hopefully, I will be too.”

  Natasha bowed her head. “I don’t want to think about it. What about a passport? You can’t use the one that you were given.”

  “I don’t intend to. I still have contacts that can work their magic. I just need a new identity. Just another problem that can be solved.”

  Well, I have another one for you. You ran off before I could tell you.”

  “What?”

  “At the factory, some hobo, a foreigner, drifted in off the streets. Lay in a drunken stupor for one day and looks ten times worse since he sobered up. Stinks to high heaven. I told him I would get him to hospital, but he went berserk. Pulled out a razor and held it to his throat. Not that he looks long for this world anyway. I’ve just put some water and crackers near him and left him alone. He looks very sick and I’m reluctant to touch him, and you’re the one with the medical know how.”

  Jahn sighed. “This is shaping up to be a busy day. Lena is not going to like it.”

  Just as he said her name, Lena called to him from inside.

  “You’re little woman is calling you,” Natasha whispered. “Be a good husband and see what she wants.”

  Jahn gave her an evil look, before pushing the door open. Lena was dressed and had put make-up on and brushed her hair. She gave them both a smile.

  “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

  “You didn’t,” Jahn replied, giving Natasha a sly kick to her ankle. She frowned at him, before beaming Lena her friendliest smile.

  “I’m so sorry about before,” Lena began. “I didn’t know anyone was here, but you should come in and have breakfast with us.”

  Jahn was about to object when Natasha cut him off.

  “That is very sweet of you, but I must be going soon. I do, however have time for a coffee.”

  “No you don’t,” Jahn growled.

  “Jahn,” Lena scolded. “Don’t be rude. It would be wonderful if Natasha stayed for coffee.”

  Natasha bit her grin, as she looked at his annoyed face. “You heard her. Don’t be rude, Jahn. I’m staying.”

  She strode inside and took hold of Lena’s arms, laying a kiss on each cheek. “It is wond
erful to meet you, Lena Petrenko.”

  “I only know you as Natasha, but also very nice to meet you.”

  Jahn resigned himself to making coffee while the women sat on the couch together. He could see that Natasha was studying her. When he brought their cups to them, Lena was busy relating their time at the market with gleeful enthusiasm.

  “It seems that you had a wonderful day,” Natasha remarked, eyeing Jahn with amusement. “It’s been a long time since Jahn did anything like that for fun.”

  Lena nodded. “He has been very kind to me.”

  Natasha’s eyes wandered over Lena and her smile broadened. “You are a remarkable girl, Lena Petrenko, and very beautiful. I hope he’s told you that.”

  Lena reddened deeply and was struck for words, but Natasha continued, her eyes upon Lena, but her words addressed to Jahn.

  “What have you got for Lena to wear on Friday night?”

  Jahn shrugged. “She has dresses, pretty ones.”

  Natasha smirked. “Pretty is not what we need. This afternoon I will come and take you out, Lena, and we will find you the right dress.”

  “Lena wants to spend the day with me,” Jahn stated firmly.

  “And you have work to do.” Natasha gave him a haughty look. “Lena doesn’t want to be stuck here, waiting for you. She comes with me.”

  Lena watched Natasha eye him fearlessly and found her fascinating. As much as she wanted to be alone with Jahn, it was obvious he still had obligations. Natasha was right. She didn’t want to be on her own again.

  “I want to go with Natasha,” she told him firmly.

  Her declaration made Jahn arch an eyebrow, and Natasha laughed. “You see, Lena is a woman who knows what she wants, like me. You have no say in this, Jahn.”

  “Don’t ever believe that,” he growled, but a grin was edging onto his face. He looked at Lena. “I will permit you a few hours with Natasha and then you are back here with me.”

  Natasha gave her a wink and Lena knew that she was going to like this intriguing woman, so beautiful and yet something odd about her, the deepness of her voice, the strength in her slender body or maybe the way she stood up to Jahn. This is the woman who had known him more than anyone.