The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel (4 page)

Adam had no choice but to wait, watching in the half-light as Cakemix mouthed Steelhand’s penis, his hand still gripping her firmly by her curls. Elaine stood just close enough to him that they were touching, and he felt tempted to put his arm around her, or even to slide a hand down to cup a rubber-covered bottom cheek. Plenty of people were touching each other freely, yet it seemed that to do the same to Elaine would be an unpardonable liberty, so he held back.

Steelhand was soon hard, and he spoke to Cakemix as he fucked in and out of her mouth, his voice firm but soothing. Over and over, he asked her to acknowledge him as the only man to have mastered her, even though she was incapable of speech. When a man stepped a little too close to them Adam readied himself to intervene, but Steelhand merely lifted a finger and the hopeful voyeur moved away. At that, Cakemix shut her eyes, plainly in ecstasy as she made a slide for the big erection working between her lips. Adam allowed his hand to move to his own cock. It was still rock hard and, he noted to his private satisfaction, as least as long as Steelhand’s and also thicker. Elaine caught him in the act and gave him an arch look. For one moment, he thought she was going to take him in hand, but she merely spoke to Steelhand.

‘I think our new friend needs urgent attention. Be nice, Cakemix.’

‘Never interrupt a master at his work,’ Steelhand rasped, but Cakemix had already cocked one leg up onto the bench and swung her body round, a position that, once again, left her backside showing beneath the hem of her school skirt.

Elaine nodded to Adam, but he was already striding over. Stepping close, he freed his cock even as Cakemix reached back to flip up her skirt. With the full glory of her bottom on display, Adam took hold, stroking and squeezing her cheeks as he eased in between them. Now he found the wet mouth of her vagina and pushed himself deep inside. Steelhand said nothing, but gave Cakemix a gentle cuff across the face as he continued to fuck her mouth.

As Adam matched his own thrusts to the rhythmic movement of her body, he reflected that she’d been spit-roasted whether she’d wanted it or not. She was certainly keen now that she had two cocks inside her, fumbling the buttons of her blouse open and tugging up her bra to spill out her breasts and doing her best to play with them as she was fucked. Steelhand cuffed her again and Adam planted a firm smack across her bottom, which made her more enthusiastic still.

‘That’s right,’ Steelhand grated, ‘spank her while you fuck her. She likes that, don’t you, Cakemix, you little tart?’

As he spoke, his cock was well down her throat and Cakemix could only manage a wet gulping noise in response, but there was no doubt at all of the pleasure she was taking in being used. Adam began to spank her, aiming sharp slaps onto her cheeks as he thrust himself in and out of her cunt, ever faster, and holding back only because he was determined not to seem overeager or incapable of self-control. Only when Steelhand suddenly grunted then snatched for the base of his cock in order to milk his balls down their plaything’s throat did Adam give in to his feelings.

Grabbing Cakemix by the hips, he jammed himself as deep as he could go, just as her mouth filled with spunk. Plenty of it came out of her nose, all over Steelhand’s cock and balls, and she began to splutter as Adam thrust into her once more, then again, fucking her deep and hard. Finally, at the last possible moment, he jerked free and began to pull himself off, all over her upturned bottom, her school skirt, her back and her hair – and also the front of Steelhand’s immaculate leather longcoat.

Chapter Two

Adam took a meditative sip of champagne as he watched Elaine settle her rubber-clad bottom onto Caroline’s face. He had installed a big four-poster bed in his new flat and now Caroline – alias Cakemix – was spreadeagled upon it, having been stripped, powdered, freshly spanked and then tied up. As Adam watched, he toyed with both his cock and his glass, while his pleasure came as much from the sight of Elaine’s neatly formed bottom in the straining, skin-tight rubber as it did from what was being done to Caroline.

The two women had come over to his place with the intention of them all going on to a new club together, but had got carried away while getting changed. Caroline had been in her usual, mischievous mood, making jokes at the expense of both Adam and Elaine while she showered and patted herself down with the powder. Adam had finally allowed himself to rise to the bait and put her across his knee, spanking her until she was warm and rosy behind, but no less cheeky for it. By then, Elaine had been in her catsuit, and had decided to take her errant girlfriend in hand, tying her to the bed to have her face sat on.

In the months since Adam’s introduction to the half-hidden world of fetishism and sadomasochistic sex, the boundaries of what was acceptable between the three of them had become well established.

Elaine was inviolate, not to be touched by any man and seldom allowing even Caroline access to her naked flesh. When not in rubber she was cool, rather brittle and distant, almost as she had been when her relationship with Adam had been purely professional. Only once she was dressed did she allow herself to be more expressive, enjoying her dominance over Caroline and the easy, libertine atmosphere of the clubs they frequented.

Caroline was another matter entirely, always full of life and mischief, smiling, laughing, seldom still, more often than not ready for fun, whether in her submissive role as Cakemix or her day-to-day life as a translator. She took an open delight in sex, sharing her favours between those she counted as friends. Only when she found somebody’s attitude distasteful did she become more reserved.

As Elaine began to squirm her bottom slowly into Caroline’s face, Adam had no hesitation in unfastening his trousers and freeing his cock into his own grasp. He was already half-stiff, and he knew that the girls would have been more surprised if he
hadn’t
taken advantage of the situation in order to masturbate. Caroline in particular assumed he’d react to her, although it was her mistress’s latex-encased cheeks his eyes were fixed on as he began to stroke himself to full erection. Elaine heard his zip descend and twisted around, her mouth twitching into a wicked smile as she saw what he was doing.

‘Now you’re in trouble, Cakemix,’ she laughed. ‘You’ve got The Devil horny. What do you think, shall we put on a show for him, or shall I let him fuck you?’

Caroline was too well smothered to make more than a muffled bubbling noise in response, while Elaine took no notice in any case.

‘I’m not sure,’ she went on as she began to gently rotate her bottom. ‘This is supposed to be a punishment, after all, and you enjoy cock far too much. You might even come, and that would never do, would it?’

The response was a sudden, urgent squirming that made Caroline’s breasts and belly quiver, adding fresh blood to Adam’s rapidly expanding shaft. Elaine laughed and ground herself more firmly into Caroline’s face.

‘Oh no you don’t, you greedy little pig,’ she continued. ‘Just for once, I am going to indulge myself, as I know Adam’s a good boy and won’t take advantage – will you?’

‘Absolutely not,’ Adam assured her. ‘But what are you going to do?’

‘Queen her, properly,’ Elaine answered, now slightly breathless, ‘until I come in her face.’

‘I’d be privileged to watch,’ Adam answered, and began to pull firmly on his cock.

He’d never seen Elaine come, and he watched in fascination as she began to peel down the red plastic zip that held her catsuit closed at the front. For one moment he thought she was going to strip, but she simply exposed the minimum required to bare her cunt into Caroline’s face, allowing him no more than a brief, teasing glimpse of shaved, pink flesh. Never had she shown herself so intimately in front of him, and he began to tug harder, already keen to come simply for the thought of her exposure.

‘Lick me, Cakemix,’ Elaine ordered. ‘Lick my cunt.’

Caroline was doing her best, making suggestively wet noises with her mouth and tongue as she lapped at Elaine’s sex. Adam couldn’t see at all clearly, but he knew better than to move and was enjoying the view in any case, with Caroline’s tumbled blonde curls showing beneath Elaine’s bottom. The rubber held her cheeks to perfection, forming two wonderfully rounded, fleshy balls that shivered as she rubbed herself into her girlfriend’s face, while the motion made her zip slide further open still. She didn’t seem to realise this, and Adam bit back a touch of guilt as her soft, pink bottom- slit came on show, and then her anus, showing clearly between her cheeks – a tight, pink star of flesh that began to open and close as she grew more urgent.

As the first sigh of ecstasy broke from Elaine’s lips her hands went to her breasts, squeezing and clutching at them in rising excitement. She moved back, pushing her bottom out to get her cunt more firmly to Caroline’s mouth and, as she did so, the zip of her catsuit came open to its limit, making a full show of what lay between her cheeks. Adam swallowed hard, now hammering at his erection with his eyes locked to the wet, pink folds of Elaine’s sex and her open hole, only not as open as he would have imagined. An arc of deep pink flesh blocked the passage into her body, leaving no doubt in his mind that she was virgin.

All he needed to do was step forward and he would have been able to ram himself deep inside her before she could react, breaking her hymen and stealing her virginity before fucking her with his balls dangling into Caroline’s mouth. But even the thought of such a violation brought his guilt up to an almost painful intensity. It was too late anyway – his cock was erupting in his hand even as Elaine screamed out her ecstasy to the motion of Caroline’s tongue.

She didn’t seem to realise just how much had been exposed as she came to orgasm, and Adam said nothing, preferring to keep his knowledge a private, exciting memory rather than embarrass her by making an issue of her virginity. Nevertheless, as he cleaned up it was hard not to think of what he’d seen, and to remember how it had felt when Jasmine’s maidenhead had yielded to the pressure of his erection.

‘Hey, what about me?’ Caroline demanded as Elaine climbed off the bed.

‘You’ll get yours at Secret Sinners,’ Elaine promised.

‘Are we still going, then?’ Adam queried, half-hoping that the girls might prefer to stay in for yet more intimate play.

‘Of course – why not?’ Elaine replied as she made for the bathroom.

‘I don’t think play is allowed,’ Caroline protested, now wriggling in her bonds. ‘Not heavy play, anyway.’

‘No?’ Adam queried. ‘Why not?’

‘It’s the venue,’ Caroline explained. ‘They don’t normally host fetish clubs and they’re sure to freak if we start anything serious. Please, Elaine …
Mistress
, let me come!’

‘I’ll let some of the boys take you into the loos, if you’re that desperate,’ Elaine remarked from beyond the bathroom door. ‘Honestly, what a slut!’

‘You got yours, bitch!’ Caroline answered.

Elaine appeared in the doorway, her face set in disapproval.

‘What did you call me, Cakemix?’

‘A bitch,’ Caroline answered, now sullen but still defiant. ‘And it’s what you are. At least untie me so I can rub off.’

‘Fair enough,’ Elaine responded and stepped forward, holding out the bar of soap she had been concealing behind her back.

Caroline gave a horrified wail as she saw what was to be done to her, then clamped her mouth tight shut, only to have Elaine pinch her nose and cram the bar of soap into her mouth the moment it came open.

‘Maybe that will teach you to call me names,’ Elaine laughed. ‘Uh-uh, no spitting it out, Cakemix – not until you’ve come.’

Caroline tried to respond but only succeeded in blowing soap bubbles from her nose as Elaine stepped away.

‘Be a sweetie and undo one of her wrists, Adam,’ Elaine remarked as she started for the bathroom once more, ‘and if you want to play with her while she does it, that’s just fine with me. For that matter, why not just frig the little slut off?’

Elaine disappeared and Adam rose to seat himself on the bed. Caroline had stopped wriggling and lay moderately still, but her eyes were full of consternation and she’d pushed the soap bar as far out of her mouth as it would go without actually falling clear. Adam jammed it back in, then put a knuckle to her sex, exploring the wet flesh of her slit for a moment before starting to rub at her clitoris. She gave a little moan as he made contact and was soon arching her back to try and get more pressure to her sex.

Adam could see no reason not to enjoy himself with her, and to take a little revenge for all the times she’d teased him. After masturbating her for a while he slipped two fingers into her vagina, which was wet and open, only to provoke an irrational sense of disappointment because she was so plainly no virgin – for all that he had fucked her himself and knew full well she wasn’t.

Puzzled and slightly irritated by his own unexpected reaction, her pushed his fingers lower, between the softness of her bottom cheeks, to find her anus. As he began to tickle the little tight hole he got a far more satisfying response, a sudden tightening of her muscles before she began to squirm in her bonds. Amused and aroused, he pushed the tip of one finger inside it, at which her hole contracted hard and she gave a sudden, violent jerk, accompanied by an explosion of more soap bubbles from her nose.

Intrigued, Adam continued to tease her arse as he put his other hand to her cunt, starting to masturbate her once more as he worked his finger deeper. A low, despairing moan broke from her lips and her back arched tight, but she kept the soap in her mouth, now deliberately sucking on the bar to heighten her own suffering. Adam slid a thumb into her cunt and began to rub harder, until she was squirming herself against him, both holes penetrated and her belly pushed out to increase the friction to her cunt.

Elaine stepped out from the bathroom but no further, watching in cool amusement as Adam masturbated her girlfriend to orgasm. He kept rubbing, even as Caroline began to thrash in her bonds, brought to the boundary between ecstasy and agony, then over it as the soap bar erupted from her mouth in a long, anguished scream that ended only when she finally went limp.

‘Secret Sinners!’ Caroline scoffed as she brought their drinks to the table. ‘More like Secret Squares. They’re just cashing in because fetish is trendy at the moment.’

Adam nodded his agreement. The club was in a gigantic venue, one of the biggest in the city, a great open hall with a stage at the back, on which a troupe of exotically clad dancers were going through an elaborate routine than seemed to him more acrobatic than erotic. The flyer warned patrons against what it rather coyly called “overt nudity” and “inappropriate behaviour” – very different rules to the clubs he’d become used to.

‘Just enjoy the view,’ Elaine advised.

Again Adam nodded. For all its faults the club was certainly spectacular, and everybody who was there had made an effort, if only because the door was manned by four massive bouncers with instructions to refuse admittance to anybody whose dress didn’t meet the code. Even his own flamboyant attire had drawn doubtful looks, and Elaine had been obliged to open her coat to show that she was wearing rubber underneath. Only Caroline had been let in without inspection, her abbreviated nurse’s uniform leaving no doubt at all that she was dressed for sex, or at least for show.

So was everybody else within sight, with many in costumes of fantastic elaboration and a great deal of naked flesh on show. However, the girls were obliged to keep their nipples covered, if only with crosses of tape, and not a single one of the many fine bottoms he could see was fully bare. There was no equipment either, and Adam suspected than even putting Caroline across the knee for a spanking would be judged as inappropriate behaviour and draw down the wrath of the abundant security in the venue.

‘Look, it’s Mark,’ Elaine said, waving to the tall, leather-clad figure who stood at the bar with two girls in nothing but collars and matching underwear.

Adam suppressed a groan. His time on London’s fetish scene had introduced him to a whole world of previously unimagined pleasures and freedoms, but it was not without its drawbacks. Chief among these was Mark Langley, Steelhand, whose condescending manner and casual assumption of superiority in all things had proved an almost constant irritation. Worse still, all of his other new friends, Elaine and Caroline included, looked up to the big man, accepting him as the kingpin of their social group without question.

Steelhand spoke briefly to one of his companions, Della, a tall, slender girl with a permanently aloof expression, then strode across to their table. He kissed Elaine’s hand and gave Caroline a playful cuff before greeting Adam with a curt nod. The two of them had never really got on, with Adam unwilling to give the unquestioning respect Mark expected as his due – and declining his offer of training then soiling his leather coat had not made for the best of introductions.

Both remained politely formal, even when sharing Caroline’s favours, which they had now done on several occasions. Adam had to concede too that Mark was the font of all knowledge when it came to fetish activities and without doubt a useful man to know.

‘Do you know anything about the people who’re running this, Mark?’ Elaine asked.

‘Everything I need to,’ Mark answered. ‘They’re called Open Field Enterprises and were set up back in the late ’80s to ruin raves. They’ve climbed on every bandwagon since. Keep your face covered, by the way. There are reporters about.’

‘Oh,’ Elaine answered with a nervous glance to one side. ‘We’d better stick to online names, then. Sorry, Steelhand, but …’