The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel (12 page)

‘You’re not helping, Jasmine,’ Adam pointed out, ‘and I didn’t really force you to do anything, did I?’

‘Play-forced,’ Jasmine agreed casually, and began to push down on the top of the cafetière.

‘You’ll never really know yourself until you stop thinking of it as a game,’ Steelhand said. ‘That’s why you need me, Six, to allow you to come to terms with yourself as a submissive woman. Mr Mistoffelees here can’t do that for you. I can. You said you wanted to wear my collar. Now decide.’

‘Did you?’ Adam asked her.

‘It sounds like a fun idea,’ Jasmine answered, now slightly defensive, ‘just to be used for kicks, with no rights over my own body. But it’s not real.’

‘It is real, very real,’ Steelhand told her, ‘as I have explained to you.’

‘I thought we were playing,’ Jasmine answered.

Steelhand was beginning to look exasperated and Adam found himself smiling.

‘You see?’ he said. ‘Just a game.’

Steelhand shook his head.

‘No. She’s still fighting her true self, that’s all. Believe me, I know her better than she knows herself and, Mephistopheles, I know you better than you know yourself.’

Adam didn’t reply, aware that Steelhand was genuinely angry, but Jasmine seemed oblivious.

‘I do it my way, that’s all,’ she said happily, ‘and if you boys want to fight over me, that’s just fine, because it would really turn me on. If you don’t want to fight, why can’t we just share? There’s plenty to go round.’

She sat back in her chair, coffee mug in hand, and as she finished, she lifted the hem of her dress to make a show of the front of her panties, bulging softly over her cunt with a wet line to mark her slit. Adam was too tense and too spent to respond, even by instinct, while Steelhand simply ignored her, instead slapping his open palm down on the arm of his chair before he spoke.

‘This is how it’s going to happen. Girl Six, you will present yourself at my flat within 24 hours, in that dress but with nothing underneath, as I instructed. You will be given 12 strokes of the heavy strap, then sodomised. That’s right, beaten and bum-fucked – the way Girl Four got it the other day. Think about it.’

He stood up on the final word to stride from the flat, leaving the door open behind him. Adam got up and closed the door, laughing, only for the sound to die on his lips as he turned to find Jasmine spread out in her chair, her fingers kneading the mound of her cunt.

‘Beaten and bum-fucked,’ she sighed. ‘Spanked and sodomised, just like poor Lucy. Oh, but you should have seen the look on her face, Adam. Della held her while she was beaten and lubed up her bumhole, while I sucked Mark hard. He got behind her, and he held her bum open, and he stuck his cock right in up her hole … oh, you should have seen her face! Now I’m going to get the same. He’s going to stick his cock up my bottom, Adam. Oh God.’

‘Not if I get any say in it, he isn’t,’ Adam retorted.

‘Please don’t be like that,’ she answered, her voice soft and pleading for all that she was masturbating through her panties. ‘I need it.’

‘Have you ever even had it up the bum?’ Adam demanded, horrified.

‘No,’ she answered, ‘but I want it, right up my naughty little bottom, my naughty, beaten little bottom, and I want him to spunk up inside me and make me suck his cock when he’s done.’

She gave a gasp as she finished, before quickly pushing her panties down to just below her knees, so that the white material was pulled taut between her calves as she spread herself open once more. Her dress came up too, over her high, firm breasts, and she began to masturbate in earnest, mumbling to herself as she rubbed at her cunt and pulled on one hard nipple.

‘He’s going to fuck my bottom, Adam. He’s going to beat me and then fuck my bottom. The strap he uses is a horrid, big thing, really thick and heavy. It hurts so much, and he’s going to give me 12 hard strokes, then fuck me up my bottom-hole. I bet I’ll cry. I bet I’ll scream. Why don’t you come and watch, Adam? Why don’t you hold me and stroke my hair while I get my bottom fucked … beaten and bum-fucked … oh God!’

She cried out, her back arching tight and her mouth wide in ecstasy as she came under her own fingers, with Adam gaping in astonishment for her behaviour.

Chapter Seven

‘You want me to drive you over?’ Adam asked, scarcely able to believe what he was hearing. ‘You want me to drive you over to Steelhand’s place and wait in the car while he buggers you?’

‘What I’d really like is for you to come in and hold me while it’s being done,’ Jasmine replied. ‘Only Mark’s a bit funny about having other men around when he gives his girls their punishments. I don’t know why – he was happy enough to let me suck him when I was on the fucking machine, and he did me at the club, with loads of people watching.’

‘He fucked you at Dark Angels?’

‘Yes,’ Jasmine answered casually as she continued to iron the little red dress. ‘He strapped me over one of those things like a vaulting horse, then whipped me and made me suck him hard before he fucked me. I had to suck Cornfed at the same time, and another guy.’

‘Who?’ Adam asked weakly.

Jasmine merely shrugged and put the iron down before holding up her dress for inspection.

‘Do you think I should wear white instead?’ she asked. ‘I am a virgin, after all – up my bottom.’

‘No,’ Adam answered. ‘Steelhand ordered the red dress with no panties on underneath, so you’d better do as you’re told.’

‘I suppose so,’ she answered, apparently oblivious to the sarcasm in his voice.

Adam was lost for words. The knot of jealousy inside him had become physically painful, pushing his tolerance of her behaviour to the very limit. Again, he was forced to remind himself of how he’d taken Elaine’s virginity by the lake, in order to prevent his emotions overcoming his reason, but the merest thought of Jasmine with Steelhand hurt, in any context whatsoever. And to imagine him gloating as he beat her and then pushed his cock up the perfect, pretty star of her virgin anus was agony, made even worse for Adam by the idea of having to sit waiting in his car while it happened.

‘No,’ he snapped. ‘I can’t let him do that to you, not while I sit there looking like a fucking idiot. Come here.’

Jasmine had been in the act of pulling the dress on over her head so she didn’t even realise he was coming for her until he spoke and, at the same instant, lifted her up and over his shoulder. She gave a delighted squeak, and was laughing as she started to struggle.

‘Stop it, there’s no time!’ she giggled. ‘We’re supposed to be going to Mark’s place.’

‘He said 24 hours,’ Adam answered as he carried her towards the spare room, ‘and that leaves me more than six. Time enough for love – or, more accurately, to give you a good, hard buggering.’

‘Not up my bum!’ Jasmine exclaimed. ‘Steelhand will kill you!’

‘Why?’ Adam asked as he dumped her over the saddle of the fucking machine, backwards, so that she was facing the huge dildo but had her bottom sticking out where her head would normally have been. ‘Beaten and bum-fucked, that’s what he said. There was nothing about your anal virginity.’

‘Yes, but he expects it,’ Jasmine answered, although she was making no effort to resist and had even put her arms and legs into the right positions to allow herself to be strapped down. ‘He told me. He loves to be the first with girls, especially as a punishment and up their bums. He’ll be really angry, Adam, and he was in the special forces. He’s killed people!’

‘And I’m a monkey’s uncle,’ Adam retorted, frowning as he tried to work out how to fasten straps designed for a girl’s wrists on to her thighs. ‘Jesus H Christ, you’d have thought Cornfed would’ve realised a guy might want to use this thing to fuck a girl occasionally.’

‘The dildo mounting comes off,’ Jasmine answered. ‘You should have put me on it the other way around.’

‘Now she tells me,’ Adam said. ‘Never mind, just move your legs along a bit.’

He took hold of her foot, forcing her into a position that would allow him to fix the strap around her ankle. Then he transferred his attention to the other side, which left her in an even more obscene pose than he’d anticipated, with her legs forward and her bottom stuck out as if she was riding low on a motorbike. Her cheeks were well spread with her anus on blatant show in between them, open and vulnerable to his rapidly stiffening cock.

‘That’ll do nicely, as it goes,’ he said as he tugged her dress off over her head. ‘Now your wrists.’

‘Do you really want me this badly, Adam?’ Jasmine asked, for once serious. ‘Mark will hurt you.’

‘No, he won’t,’ Adam answered, ‘because the man is a complete phoney. And yes, I do want you this badly, Jasmine. I’ve been in love with you since the day we met and I can’t bear the thought of anybody else having you first.’

‘That’s a funny time to tell me you love me,’ Jasmine said as he tightened the strap on one wrist, ‘when you’re about to stick your cock up my bottom.’

‘I can’t think of a better time – and you have to admit, our relationship has never been conventional. Right, that’s you fixed in place, young lady, and now I’m going to bugger you.’

‘You have to lubricate my bumhole first,’ Jasmine gasped, in sudden panic. ‘Really well, that’s what Lucy says. And what about my beating? It’s not fair if you don’t beat me first. I need it, Adam.’

‘That was from Steelhand,’ said Adam curtly. ‘But OK, if you insist – and you sure as hell deserve it, good and hard.’

Jasmine gave a little whimper, half of fear and half of pleasure, then turned back to watch as he pulled the thick leather belt from his jeans. Her bottom cheeks had begun to squeeze in anticipation of what she was going to get, with her anus winking in slow, lewd contractions. Adam adjusted his cock and doubled the belt up to make a broad, weighty strap, just right for use on a girl’s bottom.

‘Twelve, please,’ Jasmine said. ‘Hard, and don’t stop just because I’m crying or anything.’

‘Twelve is what Steelhand awarded you,’ said Adam, measuring the belt up across her cheeks. ‘I’m going to give you as many as I feel you need.’

Jasmine responded with another soft whimper and turned her face away as Adam hefted the belt, to bring it down across her naked bottom with a sharp crack. She screamed and jerked in her straps, straining against the leather and shaking her hair in pained reaction.

‘I do have neighbours,’ Adam remarked. ‘Mrs Merrihew from upstairs has been giving me funny looks ever since the first time I spanked Caroline here. Can’t you keep it down a bit?’

‘No, I can’t!’ Jasmine retorted indignantly. ‘I’m being beaten! They’ll hear the smacks anyway, and I want them to know you have to beat me.’

‘I really don’t think that’s sensible,’ he told her, moving forward to adjust the machine. ‘Here, suck on this.’

He turned the wheel that controlled the dildo, manoeuvring it into Jasmine’s mouth as her jaws came wide. She gave him a dirty look, but immediately began to suck, which left him grinning as he once more measured his belt up across her well-spread cheeks. Her milk-pale skin was already decorated with a wide, pink line broken in two by the open valley of her slit, then another as he brought the belt down across her bottom for a second time, then a third. Then he paused as Jasmine jerked her head back from the dildo, gasping in air for a moment before she spoke.

‘That hurts so much, but it’s good. You need to open me up too, so put something up my bum while you beat me, then I’ll be ready, and use plenty of lube.’

‘How do you know all this?’ Adam demanded.

‘From Lucy,’ she explained.

Adam nodded, wondering how it would feel to have the petite, sweetly made Lucy bending for him with her anus well lubricated, or the two girls together, blonde and brunette, with their pretty bottoms lifted side by side for penetration. As he hefted the belt once more he pushed his hand down the front of his jeans to give his cock a squeeze.

‘Six more while you suck,’ he ordered, ‘then I’ll lubricate you.’

‘And find something to stick up my bottom,’ Jasmine reminded him before taking the big dildo back into her mouth.

Now enjoying his power, and the thought of Steelhand waiting across the city, Adam reached out to switch the machine on, drawing an odd, wet noise from Jasmine as the dildo began to pump in her mouth. He took aim, cracked the belt down across her bottom once more, then again, beating her to a firm, even rhythm that set her cheeks dancing and the spittle running out around her mouth as she struggled to cope with the dildo and her pain at the same time. The six he’d promised was forgotten, with at least twice as many firm smacks hitting the target before he stopped, leaving her red- bottomed and panting for breath as she came off the dildo once more.

‘You horrible pig, that really hurt! Now lube me up, please?’

‘My pleasure,’ he answered, ‘although unlike Mark Langley, I don’t have a selection of anal creams lying around my flat, or butt plugs.’

He left the room, heading for the kitchen and the fridge. Then, having made his selections, he came back to Jasmine, holding them up for her inspection.

‘What’s that?’ she demanded. ‘It looks like a goblin’s cock!’

‘It’s a sort of miniature cucumber, I think,’ Adam told her, running his fingers over the knobbly green surface. ‘You get them at the local Turkish supermarket. It should go up easily enough, and the bumpy bits should help to hold it in.’

‘And the bottle?’ she asked, her voice rich with joyful disgust.

‘Olive oil,’ Adam explained. ‘Extra virgin, which seems appropriate. It’s this or taramasalata anyway, so I’d go for the olive oil if I were you. It’s an excellent lubricant too, organic, entirely harmless and pleasant to the taste should I decide to give you a little lick, or stick my cock in your mouth afterwards, for that matter.’

Jasmine pulled a face and would have spoken, only for her words to break to a gasp as he tilted the bottle to pour out the oil between her cheeks. He angled it so that it dribbled down her slit to form a small, greenish-yellow puddle in the mouth of her anus.

‘It feels all slimy!’ she protested. ‘And it’s cold.’

‘Sorry about that, it’s been in the fridge,’ Adam explained, ‘and now …’

He lifted the squat, knobbly cucumber, carefully pouring the thick oil out onto the tip and watching it trickle down the sides, with Jasmine staring in horrified fascination as the ugly substitute for a cock was prepared for her arse. Only when Adam turned his attention back to her rosy bottom did she look away, to take the dildo back in her mouth once more, her eyes closed as it pumped slowly in and out between her lips.

Adam began to stroke her bottom, feeling the gloriously feminine softness of her flesh and the heat of her beaten skin, before slipping his hand between her cheeks. He allowed his fingers to loiter on her pucker for a long moment, before pushing one up into the slippery warmth of her rectum. She gave a wet, choking sob on her mouthful of rubber as she was penetrated, and again as he began to ease his finger back and forth in the little ring.

‘You’re very tight,’ he told her, ‘but don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll cope.’

Jasmine’s anus squeezed on his finger as he spoke, then again, contracting hard as he put the knobbly little cucumber to her cunt, rubbing the bumps over her clitoris before pushing the full length into the wetness of her hole. He began to fuck her with it, his hand down his trousers once more as he watched the thick, green shaft ease in and out of her cunt, now with the olive oil dribbling down her slit. She angled her bottom up, plainly enjoying herself, and Adam began to move the cucumber even faster in her hole.

‘You like that, don’t you?’ he said. ‘A little fat goblin cock right up your cunt-hole, and soon it’s going in up your bum – up your virgin bottom, Jasmine, to get you ready for my cock. How’s it going to feel, with your sweet little cunt empty and a great big cock up your bottom? Or maybe I’ll stick the cucumber back up your cunt while I bugger you, how would that be? But for now …’

He pulled the cucumber free, leaving his now rock- hard erection alone for a moment as he added more olive oil and touched the smooth, bulbous, green tip to her anus. She gave a muted sob as he pushed and her ring began to respond to the pressure, the fleshy pink corona first sinking in slightly and then coming slowly open on the shaft of the cucumber. Adam watched, fascinated by the way her hole stretched and spread as she was penetrated, by the way her cunt and the muscles of her buttocks responded, and by the sheer rudeness and intimacy of it all. He could guess that her head was full of shame at what was being done to her, and that she’d like him to talk to her in order to make it even worse.

‘You’ve come a long way since you just used to have your little bottom smacked, haven’t you, Jasmine?’ he began. ‘Remember how it used to be, over that dirty old bastard’s lap with your panties down while he spanked you? And you couldn’t help enjoying it, could you, because you’re a dirty little bitch at heart, aren’t you? A brat and a bitch, that’s you, Jasmine. Imagine, panties down over an old man’s lap, and look where it got you – on your back with your legs apart and my cock up your virgin cunt-hole, Jasmine, taking you … taking your precious virginity and spunking up in your cunt. Well now it’s your bumhole, Jasmine – same man, same cock, but up your sweet little bottom.’

As he spoke, he eased the cucumber slowly in and out, a little deeper each time, until it was wedged well in her hole, its knobbly surface giving it purchase. His erection was straining in his pants and a few quick tugs would have left her upturned bottom soiled with come, but he was determined to do justice to her and picked up the belt once more. She seemed to be lost in ecstasy, her mouth stretched wide on the intruding dildo, her cunt glossy with olive oil and her own juices, her anus a tight pink ring around the shaft of the cucumber.

Her muscles tightened as the belt smacked down across her cheeks and her legs and arms jerked in the leather straps, but she kept her mouth open around the dildo and made no effort to resist. Adam gave her another smack and then a third, setting up a hard, even rhythm, guiding the belt through one hand and lashing it down across her flesh with the other. Her cunt begun to contract, pushing out thick white juice from her hole, with her arse clenching on the cucumber to make the flesh of her ring glisten in the light. Realising that she was close to orgasm, Adam laid the belt in harder and lower, to jam the vegetable up her bottom with every stroke and send harsh jolts to her well-spread cunt.