Beck And Call (12 page)

voice. “You did not know that. You didn’t think about

safety or anything else,” he muttered. “You simply

came. Trusting me is good, but your recklessness must

stop.”

“I’m not usually like this,” she whispered. “Honest. I

just…”

She fell silent.

“Just what?”

“I felt like I was in a rut in my life and … and I

figured since you’d said I knew you that…”

“That you could automatically come when I

beckoned you? Do you know all the men you work with

so well?” Keith saw the flinch and frowned. “Serena?”

“No,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. My instincts have

been wrong before and I…” she sighed.

“Serena, all I can do is keep my promise to take care

of you,” his lips brushed her ear. “To make sure you

have pleasure and know that when you put yourself

into my hands you’ll have everything you need. Needs

you’re not even aware of. Those needs must be taken

care of. My responsibility, my privilege, if you give it to

me, is to make sure all those needs are satisfied. That

responsibility includes your discipline. There are rules,

but,” his hands moved over her body to gently squeeze

her ass. “I don’t think you’ll have too much problem

following them. Except for one.”

“What’s that?”

“Asking questions when you’re supposed to be

quiet.”

“I’m sorry. I thought we were just talking.”

She heard him sigh.

“Serena, we are, but you do have a feisty streak in

you.” He chuckled. “But that’s alright. I think you’ll like

receiving the spanking as much as I will like giving it.

But,” his voice dropped an octave, “you put yourself in a

very dangerous situation. Unless you know all the men

you work with so well you would have no fear to go meet

with one of them.”

Trembling, Serena listened, wondering at the world

she had fallen into. With each word, she felt her body

heat up, wanting everything his words promised. And

she knew her instincts had been right. This was what

she needed.
He
was what she needed.

“I understand,” she whispered. “I am sorry, Master.

Please, after you are done with my punishment, help

me understand how to protect us both.”

“I will, my sweet,” he murmured. “I will be careful

not to harm you.” He drew her close to him. “But I think

you will find this as arousing as I do,” he breathed in

her ear. “Forgive me now if I cannot control myself

sufficiently and fuck you when I finish. I have control,

but it is a miracle I didn’t take you against the wall of

the elevator or the floor of the hall. I’ve been hard and

aching for you since you came last night.”

“Master,” she whispered, moving to brush her lips

against his throat. “I am yours. Please forgive me. I was

reckless and foolish.” Her lips pursed against his skin in

a kiss. “This will remind me that only with you can I be

sure of my safety.”

“That is true for both of us.”

Serena felt her body maneuvered to sit down. It

seemed similar to a weight bench, except her body tilted

forward on a too-short bench. A bench that left her rear

end completely exposed. Her ankles were secured and

her wrists, after being released from each other, were

attached to something below the padded support for her

upper body. Her abdomen was fully supported before

the forward part of the bench narrowed between her

breasts and then…

“I thought you might like these.”

His fingers plucked her nipples and pinched one.

She felt something pinch around them as the warmth of

his fingers left. Before she understood what was

happening, he placed a second clamp on her left breast.

“Breathe through it,” he told her. “Release your

mind and just feel.”

She nodded and took several deep breaths. It was

hard to
release her mind
as he moved around. What was

he getting? A paddle? A cane? A whip? She had no idea

what else he might use on her. They hadn’t discussed

this. Something he’d said the night before came to

mind. Something that might show him that she did

take her safety seriously.

“Master?”

“Yes?”

“What is my safe word?”

Keith turned from the chest, the paddle in his hand.

So, he mused, she’d been reading a bit more than she’d

let on. Excellent. He hated dealing with ignorant

people. And he was prepared.

“If you’re feeling all right, say
file
. If you need to

take a break, say
recycle
. If you are suddenly feeling

very submissive,” he whispered in her ear, “and

desperate to be taken, say
in-box
.” His mouth brushed

over hers. “And if you cannot deal with what is

happening say
Sherlock
.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Say it back to me.”

“
File
is all right. Break is
recycle
. Submissive and

desperate to be taken is
in-box
.” And how fast would he

let her say that? She took a deep breath. “And cannot

deal is
Sherlock
.”

“Very good.”

He would not hurt her, she reminded herself. It

might sting. There might be pain. He would hit her

with whatever he chose, but he would not cause harm.

If only, a cynical part of her brain chimed in, because

he wanted to fuck her. And he didn’t seem the type to

fuck a woman who was cringing in pain.

All those mental reassurances did not prepare her

for the first smack on her right ass cheek. She gasped,

but before she could gather her thoughts a smack

landed on the left.

“OH!”

“Are you all right?”

She panted for breath and nodded. It seemed that

wasn’t good enough.

“Serena? What is your word?”

Word? Serena’s brain wouldn’t work. Crap! He’d

just told her. Calling on her work-efficient brain she

ran through the words. She was all right…

“File!” she gasped. “File,” she sighed.

Her reward was another smack, followed quickly by

another.

“Breath through it,” he told her. “Behind the pain

comes pleasure.”

“Have you ever done this?” she wondered.

“That is not my role. My role...” Another smack. “...is

to dominate and accept responsibility for the care, well-

being, and protection of my submissive.” Another

smack. “Along with giving you the most exquisite

pleasure possible.”

“Yes,” she whispered as another smack came down.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. And felt calm

spread with the heat. She felt the arousal that had been

simmering flare to life, and moaned.

The next smack was farther down her ass, just

above her anus. Her entire body trembled and when the

next one came down in the same place, she breathed

through it. And to her shock, felt the heat gather in her

pussy.

“Master,” she breathed.

Something thumped on the floor and she felt his

body heat near her head.

“Open your mouth,” he growled, fingers combing

through her hair. Gently but firmly, he tilted her head

up. “And take my cock.”

Like a baby bird needing sustenance, Serena

opened her mouth and whimpered as he filled her,

stretching her lips. Helpless, able only to take him, she

let her body relax, sinking against the support as he

held her head. This really was what she had been

looking for. A man to take control of her body and use

her as he wanted. Now she understood the trust factor.

If she didn’t trust him not to hurt her when he had

bound her wrists in the elevator, or blindfolded her, or

secured her to the contraption she was on, then she

wouldn’t be so close to orgasm. And him? Where was the

trust for him? That she wouldn’t tell anyone about him?

Say anything about what they were doing? No fear of

that, she sighed, feeling her mind lose its traction on

rational thought. No one would believe it anyway. Not

that she cared. All she wanted was this. And for a brief

second, she wished he would change his mind and keep

her as his sex slave.

Keith had been watching her body carefully,

waiting for her to relax and go into a deeper arousal

zone. When she whispered ‘yes’ and sighed, he knew she

was nearly there. Faster than he’d dared to hope.

Aiming carefully, he made sure to keep the paddle

where her ass still had a little bit of fat. Not, he had

realized immediately, that there was any excess on her.

What was the line from the black-and-white classic his

mother loved? “Not much meat there, but what’s there

is choice.” That was his Serena.

Now, the moist heat of her mouth sucked at him

and seeped through his body.

Keith barely pulled himself back from the edge.

Pulling his cock from her mouth, he stepped back,

breathing heavily.

He had promised himself that the first time he came

he would be inside her pussy. The pussy that had been

keeping him from getting a good night’s sleep since

Tuesday. The first image of her—bound, blindfolded

and gagged—would be the way he took her.

He muttered harshly under his breath.

Hearing the obscenity, Serena turned her head.

“Master? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Serena,” he replied calmly. “What is your

word?”

She nearly said file, but that wasn’t the truth.

“In-box,” she replied, voice barely audible. “I know I

don’t deserve it, but…”

She fell silent as she felt his hands unlatch the

ankle cuffs, then the wrists. Gently, he removed the

nipple clamps and she gasped as blood flooded back into

the cool skin. His palms covered her breasts for a

moment to warm them.

“Serena, when I realized I wanted you, I had a

picture of you in my mind. That is the way I want to

fuck you now.”

“Yes, master,” she nodded. “How do you want me?”

“As if you were my sex slave. A gift, an offering,

from someone who understood my needs, but wanted

something in exchange. And he thought giving you to

me would do it.”

The backs of his fingers stroked her cheek. She

turned toward him, rubbing her cheek against his

hand.

“Would it?” she wondered.

“Mmm, we’ll just have to find out.”

“How am I to be given to you?”

“Oh, that’s the best part,” he murmured, sliding two

fingers into her mouth and chuckling as she sucked on

them. “God, you are so sensual! You are given to me

blindfolded, gagged, and bound to my bed,” he told her.

“Completely helpless to whatever I might do to you. I

could bring in two or three men, or fuck your sweet little

ass, or just fall on you and fuck your pussy as if my life

depended on it.”

“I like that last one,” she whispered. “I’m not sure I

want another man touching me. Not after how you just

did.”

“We’ll see,” he murmured as he stood. “Now, the

fantasy continues. Let’s get you in place.”

She heard him move around, the sound of drawers

opening and closing before he returned to her.

Something was pressed gently against her lips.

“It has holes in it so you can breathe,” he told her.

“Open your mouth.”

Confused, Serena opened her mouth to ask what he

meant, and found the small ball pushed in. A muffled

protest came from the back of her throat as he secured

it around her head. He scooped her up and put her over

his shoulder.

Dangling from her waist, Serena felt dizzy. And

terrified. Her situation really hit home. She was with a

man she didn’t know. She couldn’t imagine that any of

the men she interacted with would be like this, and he

certainly seemed to have knowledge of the office and

company. He could keep her wherever they were. He

could keep her and no one would know. He could kill

her. Would anyone suspect? She had no way of

knowing.

A moment later, she was laid on a bed. She felt the

mattress dip under his weight as he secured her wrists

to a single tether. The mattress shifted as he left the

bed and pulled her legs where he wanted them—spread

out as far as he could and secured with tethers.

If she’d felt helpless on the bench contraption, that

was nothing compared to this. Curled over the support,

she felt as if her back protected her. Now she felt

completely exposed. Open. His. She moaned in need as

he climbed onto the bed to kneel between her legs.