Sexy as Hell Box Set (52 page)

He’d rang and told me, with a flush of self-importance, that he’d organised our trip to Tuscany with another couple, and what’s more I would be getting a surprise when we boarded the private jet that was to whisk us to Italy.

I’d purred down the phone line at him, letting him know that I was very pleased with his behaviour, and all the while thinking how so very Victor to have a private plane booked. No going on cattle-class for him. I liked how Victor was with his cash. Sure, he was Mr Money-Pants, but he didn’t flash it around, just used it to make his life easier—and that of the lucky lady at his side.

“Ollie, you’re such a star pupil,” I said. “And you’re going to be rewarded in full for this trip—and a surprise, you say? What might that be?” I examined my newly painted deep-red nails and swung back on my office chair, knowing full well he wouldn’t spill the beans.

“Ah, now that would be telling, Mistress Zara. Let’s just say I hope you’ll be pleased with my initiative and enjoy the company of the couple we are to be holidaying with.”

God, he was dull. Did he really think it was sensible to throw an ex-Mistress together with her ex-pupil for a week away? Of course it wasn’t. It could blow up in his face—hell, everyone’s faces, like a damn volcano. Add in his gobbiness and the delicate anal virgin Catherine, and Vesuvius would compare to a bloody harmless firecracker.

Or would it?

I was hoping Victor’s geniality would keep things polite and civilised despite the shock of me boarding that plane with Ollie. I certainly intended to be the epitome of gracious manners—outwardly, at least. Because I was going for a reason, and that was to show Victor that Catherine was never going to be able to satisfy the needs I had awoken in him. She had to go. But it couldn’t be me who said it, he had to figure it out on his own. Seemed he’d just need a couple of nudges in the right direction.

“So I’ll pick you up,” Ollie was saying. “And we’ll go straight to the airport.”

“Yes, that’s fine. But come into my place. My home.” I paused. “Your rewards are starting early.”

“Yes, Mistress, of course, Mistress. I’m looking forward to it very much, I—”

I clicked off the phone and slid it along my shiny wooden desktop. Ollie had done well. If I was perfectly honest I hadn’t thought he’d be able to wangle us an invite on Victor and Catherine’s Tuscan trip, but he had. He’d bloody well gone and got us flying
and
staying with them.

Unless, of course, Victor went so mad when he saw me with his cousin—who’d no doubt sweet-talked and manipulated the invitation—that he threw us straight off the plane and refused to let us go with them.

I pulled open my desk drawer. Lifted out the brown leather dog collar Victor had once fastened around my neck and fingered the buckle. I had to rid myself of negative thoughts. Victor may well be angry with Ollie and cross with me when he realised we were doing the same teacher/student thing we’d done, but Victor and I still had a connection. I knew we did. He’d put this collar on me after all—albeit one from my ex’s dog—enjoyed the claim it meant he’d had for a few sweet days. I’d worn it with pride, too, for the first time in forever embracing the feeling of belonging that had wrapped like cashmere around my soul and also given me a wonderful sense of security; a twenty-foot wall with barbed wire preventing anyone else from touching me, stealing me away.

I’d been his.

Had he been mine?

Yes, of course he had. But now he and Catherine belonged to each other. They shouldn’t but they did.

I left the collar out. I’d take it to Tuscany. Perhaps it would come in useful.

My case was packed and set in the hallway when Ollie rang the bell.

“Come in,” I said as I pulled open the door.

He stepped past me, and a waft of freshly applied cologne filtered up my nostrils. I breathed deep, loving the scent that took me back to a time Victor had collected me for a night at the theatre and had smelt exactly the same.

“I trust you’re well, Mistress.” Ollie slotted his car keys into the pocket of the black suede jacket he was wearing.

“Quite well, thank you.”

“I’ve missed you,” he said, dropping his gaze down my body. “It’s been weeks.”

I was dressed similarly to him, in jeans and a sweater. Though I’d teamed black over-the-knee, high-heeled boots with my outfit, and my jacket was tight leather and fitted, emphasising the swell of my breasts.

“Good, I’m glad you missed me,” I said, reaching past him and retrieving a purple butt plug from my hallway cabinet.

His attention was drawn from my body, and his brow creased when I held the tapered plug up between us.

“Do you know what this is?” I asked, amused by the flash of apprehension in his dense blue eyes.

“Er, yes.”

I
tutted. “So what is it?”

“A butt plug, Mistress.”

“Yes, and it’s only a little one, so you should find it quite comfortable on the journey.”

He swallowed. “On the journey?”

“Yes, you will have this in the whole time we’re travelling to Tuscany.”

“But…why?”

I stepped up close, let my breasts just skim his chest through our clothes. “Did you just question me, Ollie?”

“I didn’t mean to sound insolent. It’s just I haven’t…I’m not experienced with butt plugs.”

Realising he needed extra reassurance, and because I wanted to keep him one hundred percent obedient, I set a soft kiss on his lips.

He accepted the kiss and I stuck my tongue into his mouth, just a little. He tasted of mint, as though he’d not long since brushed his teeth.

“Well it’s just as well I am,” I said, skimming my lips over his clean-shaven cheek to his ear. “So turn round and I’ll introduce you to something you’ll come to absolutely love.”

He took a deep breath and did as I’d asked, bending half over and holding onto the edge of the cabinet.

I slipped my hands around his waist, undid his belt buckle, his fly buttons, and then tugged his jeans and boxers down his thighs.

“You wanted this,” I whispered into his ear. “You’ve told me several times that you wanted me in your arse, my fingers, my tongue, my toys and eventually my strap-on, fucking you hard and fast. This is just the start, so relax and feel the pleasure.” I took hold of his cock; he wasn’t at full hardness but was getting there. I treated him to a few firm strokes, and the weight of his shaft increased in my palm. “Can you feel the pleasure tingling down your dick, through your balls and settling in your arse, Ollie?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He blew out a long, low breath and shifted his hips backwards and forwards.

I released him, grabbed a tube of lube from the cabinet then coated the tip of the plug. “Do you have a handkerchief?” I asked, wondering what punishment I’d dole out if he didn’t.

“Yes, Mistress, just here.” He fumbled in his jacket pocket.

“Good, keep it handy. You might need it.”

I liked that cabinet. I didn’t want his cum on it. God only knew, it might take the polish off.

I squatted down so I was level with his buttocks. He had a nice arse, firm and tight, not too small, not too big. A thin coating of hair that thickened on his thighs.

Once again I gripped his cock, set up a gentle push-pull motion. “Put your feet wider apart and bend over more so I can see.”

“Yes,” he panted and again did as I’d instructed. “Of course, Mistress.”

It struck me that I’d never really thought Ollie would be as submissive as he was. Last time I’d seen his arse I’d marked him harshly with the bullwhip, taking out my frustration on him. Yet still he’d come back for more of whatever I was going to dole out.

I decided he needed a proper treat. I would let him come now. As long as it didn’t mean missing our flight.

“Do we have time for this?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress, we have half an hour to spare.”

“Oh, it won’t take that long, you’re already hot and hard, your pulse is throbbing in your cock and cum no doubt swirling in your balls.”

He groaned as I skimmed my thumb over his cock-slit at the same time as I touched the pointed tip of the plug to his puckered arse-ring.

“Relax, Ollie,” I murmured, knowing my breath would be hot on his arse cheeks. “Just relax and let me in.” I pushed the tip inside him, watching how it disappeared into his body as his hole began to stretch.

“Ah, fuck,” he said.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” I kept wanking him with an insistent firmness. “It feels good to let your Mistress inside you body when you’ve never been inside hers.”

“Ah, oh yes, fucking hell.” He moaned, shunted forward as though escaping my ministrations but then instantly pushed back for more.

I gave him more, going slowly but determinedly. It was only a small plug, but I was aware this was his first time.

“Well done, Ollie, that’s it, you’re halfway there now.”

And he was. The plug was almost in, just the widest part for him to cope with. His anus was stretching wide, the skin thinning and gathering lube as I kept up my steady penetration.

“Just think, one day, soon, this will be my cock buggering you,” I said. “My strap-on. I’ve packed it, you know. I’m going to fuck you, Ollie, when we’re in Tuscany with your friends. I’m going to bend you over, after dinner one night, and while they sip coffee, I’ll fuck you in front of them. Let them see that you’re mine, that I can shove my big, hard dick up your backside any time I want and you’ll love it. You won’t be able to get enough of me fucking your arse. Perhaps the man of the couple will want to have a go, too, fuck your arse while I fuck his. Maybe this girl will lick my cunt while we all fuck each other. We would be a chain of fucking, everyone inside someone. And you’d love it, love being fucked so hard and beaten and sucked off and ridden. You want it all, don’t you?”

“Ah, yes, Mistress, fucking hell…”

His words trailed off and his body trembled, a shiver that seemed to start in his arse and travel over his body.

“Nearly there, sub.”

I pushed the last of the plug in, and his anus clamped around the safety neck that stopped it from being lost inside him completely.

“Oh, God,” he said, his cock reaching a bloated thickness that told me he wasn’t far off climax.

“Well done,” I said, nipping his arse cheek with my teeth. “It’s in, now I want you to come for me. But don’t make a mess. Use the handkerchief.”

My hand and arm were aching, the leather of my jacket creaking, but still I wanked him off, and as I did so I waggled the base of the plug, knowing that it would apply pressure on his prostate.

“Oh, oh, yes, fuck, I’m coming, thank you, Mistress.”

He scrabbled with the handkerchief, and I felt the material flap around my hand. And then he was there, cum blasting out of his slit.

He groaned in that guttural Victor way that I adored, and I shut my eyes, remembered how Victor had come in my mouth the first time I’d shoved a plug up his arse. None of that for Ollie—no, he had to be satisfied with a
handjob. I couldn’t imagine what he’d have to do to please me enough for me to want to suck him off.

“Damn, that’s amazing,” he said breathlessly.

I slowed down my energetic movements and stood.

“I told you it would be,” I said, checking he had indeed caught his cum in the handkerchief and hadn’t spilt any on my floor or cabinet.

It seemed he’d been a good boy.

“And it will stay feeling amazing because that plug is in until we get to Tuscany and then…” I paused and stroked his softening dick. “And then I might even let you fuck me with the plug in. Can you imagine how off-the-scale sexy that would be?”

“Mistress, that would be incredibly generous of you.”

His cock twitched in my hand, hardened a little.

I stepped back and laughed. “Come on, pull your pants up, we should get going.”

He quickly did as I’d asked then turned, a strange expression on his face.

“How does it feel?” I asked, yanking up the zipper on my jacket then tugging on a pair of leather gloves.

“Not how I thought it would.”

“So tell me.”

“It’s not uncomfortable, it’s…”

“Just there?”

“Yes, I feel full, but it’s more.” He shoved his hand down the front of his jeans, adjusted his cock and grimaced. He was still semi-hard. “It’s like I’m halfway to orgasm, it’s keeping me hovering.”

“That’s the idea.” I shrugged. “Why do you think so many people wear plugs all day?”

“Please tell me, Mistress.”

I grabbed my suitcase, handbag then opened the door. “Because that way they spend all day anticipating the good shag they’re going to get later. Their body is prepared for the feelings, the orgasm, the release. More than prepared, craving it, longing for it, so when that moment arrives the pleasure is intensified by one hundred percent.”

He nodded and gingerly took a step past me. Reached and took my case.

I pulled the door shut, rattled it to be extra sure the Yale had locked. “And that ecstasy, Ollie, is what you have to look forward to later. Providing, of course, there are no hiccups with our getting to Tuscany with your friends.”