The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel (9 page)

‘Thanks. That’s why you get to play, because you understand, and Caroline
is
mine. That’s what I’m trying to say, really, that I don’t think Jasmine could ever be yours in the same way – or anybody else’s for that matter.’

‘She’s spent a lifetime trying to break away from other people’s control,’ Adam explained. ‘Underneath, who knows?’

‘Would you like her to be yours?’

‘Yes,’ he admitted, ‘although I’m prepared to compromise, and you will always be welcome to share.’

He gave her a bright smile as he finished, breaking the slightly melancholy mood of their conversation, then clapped his hands together as he turned towards the city centre.

‘Let’s see what Lille has to offer in the way of food, then, and perhaps nightlife?’

‘Don’t forget we have another meeting tomorrow,’ Elaine pointed out.

‘I’m sure we can cope,’ he told her. ‘Do you suppose there are any kinky clubs?’

‘On a Thursday night?’ she queried. ‘I doubt it, and besides, I wouldn’t dare.’

‘I don’t suppose we’d be very likely to run into the Pointe Verte or Haardt Biomass people, and if we did, they’d be in the same position as us. Hmm … maybe that little dark secretary likes to be spanked? She was in stockings – real ones. I saw her suspender straps when she crossed her legs.’

Elaine laughed and, to Adam’s surprise, took his hand as they began to walk. The maze of flyovers and railway lines among which their hotel was situated quickly gave way to more promising territory, where every second building seemed to house a bar or restaurant. Most of these were typically French, along with a surprisingly high number serving north African food, one of which they chose on the toss of a coin. They ate outside, sipping wine and sampling dish after dish while they took in the passing crowds.

As dusk fell, Lille began to come alive, with as great a variety of people on the streets as might have been expected in London, including many attractive girls. Adam allowed himself to admire the talent openly, now mellow with wine and secure in the knowledge that Elaine was doing exactly the same and might be critical, but never jealous.

‘She’s nice,’ he remarked after a while, nodding to where a pretty girl with dark, bobbed hair and heavily made-up eyes was walking past the row of fountains that fronted the station. ‘Lovely round bum.’

‘You like petite girls, don’t you?’

‘I’m not all that fussy, if the truth be told, but yes, if I had to pick an ideal, she’d be petite. And you?’

‘It’s mainly in the personality, but cute and soft does it for me, like Caroline.’

‘I meant among the girls we can see.’

‘Oh. Hmm … at the table next door, with the wild hair, next to the man in the green top. She looks as if she could do with a good brush-up, then a spanking.’

‘She’s probably travelling, but yes, why not? OTK in front of her boyfriend and all the other customers.’

‘Excellent!’ Elaine laughed. ‘And yours?’

‘Does she deserve a spanking? Adam countered. ‘Yes, of course she does, just for the way her bottom wiggles under her skirt. I’d turn it up, pull her knickers down and hold her hand over her head to do it standing, or maybe make her touch her toes, with her feet apart and her panties stretched tight between her knees. That would be a fine sight, wouldn’t it?’

Elaine answered with a pleased murmur and took a swallow of her wine, finishing the glass.

‘Another carafe?’ Adam suggested. ‘Or a bottle of something better – Alsace, perhaps?’

‘You’re the expert.’

Adam took her answer as acquiescence and signalled the waiter for a bottle of Tokay. The light was now completely gone and the atmosphere of the Place de la Gare bright and gay, also slightly sleazy in a way Adam couldn’t help but like. Elaine seemed to be enjoying herself, very relaxed as she sipped her wine, although the formality of her dark skirt suit set her at odds with most of those around them. Watching her from the side of his eye, he reflected that she was certainly among the most attractive of the girls in view, and, with her serene, slightly cool expression and rather detached manner, as good a candidate for a spanking as any. He knew better than to comment, and stayed silent until she spoke again.

‘Now there’s a girl you’ll like.’

She was looking somewhere behind Adam, who turned to see a girl standing by the ornate bus stop across the road.

‘The little blonde with the snub nose and freckles?’

‘That’s the one. Well?’

‘Oh, definitely. She looks the sort to be shocked but accepting, and probably up for a suck afterwards.’

‘In your dreams!’

‘Why not? Spanked girls are often up for it, as you know perfectly well, although obviously I’d have to talk her round rather than just do it.’

‘I bet you’d love that, though.’

‘What, if I could just spank her because I feel she deserves it, or needs it? Oh yes. I’d tell her it’s improper to go about in a skirt like that, which is true. One puff of wind and she’d have her knickers on show.’

‘And you’d mind that?’

‘Of course not, but it’s not fair on men, is it, to go about like that? Imagine all the erections she causes, not to mention arguments between couples if the guy gets caught looking. She should definitely be told off, then taken into the bus stop and put over my knee. I’d have to turn her skirt up, obviously, and we all know a spanking just isn’t a spanking unless the panties come down, so I’d have to get her bare.’

‘And how about all the erections that would cause?’

‘That’s different, because once she was well spanked I’d spread her out across my knee and let any guys who’d got turned on toss off over the view. In fact, that would be part of her punishment.’

‘You bastard!’

‘Not at all. It would be a well-deserved and fitting punishment for being such a little flirt. And she’d certainly learn her lesson.’

Elaine laughed and shook her head, smiling as she went back to her wine. Adam made a discreet adjustment to his cock, then turned his chair a little so that he could watch the girl, who hadn’t moved.

‘She looks a bit lost, actually,’ Elaine remarked.

‘She’s probably waiting for a bus.’

‘I don’t think so. Several have come and gone since she’s been there. Do you think I should go and talk to her?’

‘Are you serious?’

‘Why not? She’d think you were trying to pick her up, but me? I’m not an obvious lesbian, am I?’

‘No, not really. So what are you getting at?’

‘I ask if she’d like to join us for a glass of wine, we talk, and who knows? Stranger things have happened.’

‘I must have led a sheltered life. It’s one thing on the fetish scene, but …’

‘But you never know, and there’s no harm in talking,’ Elaine answered, and got to her feet.

Adam watched in fascination as Elaine walked across to the girl, who responded to the approach with a cautious smile. Elaine posed a question, in French and inaudible to Adam, which the girl answered at length. Finally, Elaine stepped away and walked quickly back to their table, her face now pink with blushes.

‘What did she say?’ Adam asked.

‘She says it’s a thousand euros for the night,’ Elaine replied, ‘and I can watch but she doesn’t do girls, so no joining in.’

Adam laughed in delight, then gave a shrug to the watching girl, who immediately stuck her nose into the air and strode off. Elaine sat down, pink-faced but smiling, and the moment the girl was out of sight, she put her face in her hands, in an exaggerated gesture of humiliation, before speaking up.

‘How was I to know she was a pro?’

‘Possibly by the length of her skirt,’ Adam replied. ‘But I didn’t realise either. A thousand euros seems OK, though, for a whole night. Shall I go after her?’

‘No,’ Elaine answered. ‘It wouldn’t be the same.’

‘I know,’ Adam agreed. ‘I was only joking.’

‘Have you ever paid?’

‘No. I’m not against the idea, but it’s not for me. I like to feel a connection with the people I play with, and I wouldn’t get that if money had changed hands.’

Elaine gave a solemn nod, her face serious for a moment, before once more breaking into an embarrassed smile.

‘That’s enough for one evening,’ she stated as she got to her feet. ‘Let’s go back to the hotel.’

Adam put some notes on the table and signalled a passing waiter, then picked up the half-empty bottle of wine and joined Elaine, taking a pull from the neck as he reached her.

‘Adam, really!’ she chided.

‘This is a
Fürstentum,’ he told her. ‘I’m not leaving it.’

Elaine shook her head but accepted the bottle when he offered it to her, taking a gulp of wine before casting a guilty glance over her shoulder. Nobody paid the slightest attention, and they continued to drink as they walked past the station and back across the bridge. The crowds were soon left behind and they found themselves walking through near-empty streets overshadowed by high concrete buildings. After a while, Elaine took Adam’s hand once more, and they shared a nervous glance as they entered a strip of overgrown parkland shadowed by the pillars of a flyover. Adam did his best to seem nonchalant, but his heart jumped when two hard-faced men came past the other way and he was pleased to get back to the hotel. They’d booked separate rooms, but by silent consent went up to Elaine’s where she made coffee as Adam finished the last of the wine.

‘So much for last-minute online bookings,’ he remarked as he put the bottle down. ‘We should have stayed in the town centre.’

‘We’re here now,’ she answered him, ‘but I’m glad you were with me.’

‘A shame that girl turned out to be a pro,’ Adam said after a while.

‘Are you turned on?’

He nodded, suddenly alert and almost painfully aroused, but not daring to voice his thoughts. Elaine made a face, as if unsure of herself, then turned back to the coffee. Adam grimaced and quickly adjusted his cock while she was looking the other way, only for her to speak again, with a catch in her voice.

‘You can come, if you want to. I don’t mind.’

Adam didn’t answer, his heart now pounding for all that it felt slightly ridiculous when she’d seen him aroused a dozen times. Yet that had always been with Caroline or Jasmine to keep his attention, and relieve him of his come. Now they were alone, and Elaine sounded very different to her usual, confident self. She kept her back to him, not looking, perhaps not wanting to look, but she had said he could come and she very clearly didn’t mean when he was back in his own room. Easing his zip down, he pulled out his cock and balls, sighing in relief as he took himself in hand.

‘Thank you,’ he breathed. ‘I do need it.’

Elaine nodded and half-turned, her eyes wide as they fixed on what he was doing. Her coffee was ready and she picked up the cup, sipping at it as she lowered herself onto the corner of the bed. Adam began to masturbate, uncertain of exactly what she wanted but sure she wasn’t merely being considerate – not when she could so easily have left him to his own devices once they were no longer together.

‘Thank you,’ he repeated. ‘I don’t know why, but it’s so much nicer just with you watching.’

His cock was already straining up from his open fly, so hard it would have been difficult to put away had she wanted him to, and he began to stroke at the shaft, knowing he could come whenever he liked but reluctant to hurry a precious moment. Elaine watched, neither encouraging him nor rebuking him, even as he began to consciously show off, making a ring of his fingers to stretch out his shaft and make the head glossy with pressure. Finally, she spoke.

‘You like being big, don’t you?’

Adam nodded and she spoke again.

‘You do have a nice cock, as cocks go. Are you going to come, then, or do you need a little more? I don’t mind posing for you, if you like?’

She sounded doubtful, even resentful, but the offer was too good to turn down.

‘Please, yes, that would be lovely. Thank you.’

‘I suppose you want my rear view?’

Again there was a note of resentment in her voice, stronger now, but she rose from the bed, angling her bottom so that it made a ball beneath her smart skirt. Adam gave a moan of pleasure and began to pull at his cock as she watched over her shoulder.

‘I’m in stockings,’ she said, and inched the hem of the skirt up, just high enough to display the lacy tops of taut, seamed stockings.

He swallowed hard, now hammering at his cock, with the words spilling unbidden from his mouth.

‘That’s lovely … you’re lovely. Thank you, Elaine, thank you … but a little more, please, I’m begging you.’

‘How about my panties?’ she answered, tugging her skirt a little higher to show off the tuck of her behind. Her cheeks peeped out from tight, black-lace knickers that hinted at her slit and hugged the outline of her cunt lips in exquisite detail.

Adam groaned, his mouth wide in ecstasy, his eyes locked to her rear view as she pulled her skirt higher still, exposing the full, rounded glory of her panty-clad bottom.

‘Is that nice?’ she asked. ‘Or do you need me to pull them down?’

‘Would you?’ he sobbed.

Elaine gave a shy smile and her thumbs went into the waistband of her knickers, but it was too much for him. Even as he got his first glimpse of the twin swell of her cheeks he came, and she was giggling as the spunk splashed over his shirt front and into his face.

Chapter Five

The following morning, Elaine was once again brisk and businesslike – so much so that Adam assumed she was embarrassed and would prefer not to talk about what had happened. He was also unsure of his own feelings, as she made him feel weak in a way he’d only experienced once before, when Jasmine had first taunted him into spanking her and taking her virginity. This time was different, however, as Elaine had stayed in control.

He did his best to put the matter from his mind as they walked over to the industrial estate where the headquarters of Pointe Verte had been established. The previous day’s meeting had been little more than an introduction, but he had been surprised by the company’s attitude, which had been far more welcoming than he’d expected. Elaine had been suspicious, and now she voiced her qualms once more as they approached the buildings.

‘Whatever you do, stick to your guns. Your agreement with Haardt Biomass is cast iron, and so is your patent. I suspect that Pointe Verte intend to make you a private offer, perhaps directly or perhaps through me, which will rely on you accepting that the work you published was in part drawn from their research.’

‘But that’s not true.’

‘No, but they might make you a very generous offer indeed, were you to say it was. Don’t accept it, because you’ll end up getting sued, and we’ll lose.’

‘I wouldn’t do it anyway.’

‘That’s what I was hoping you’d say, but be careful.’

They reached the building so Adam didn’t reply. Several people were gathered in the foyer, from both companies, and, as on the previous day, Adam quickly found himself out of his depth, unable to follow their rapid French. Elaine, however, kept up easily, translating for him whenever necessary. She seemed to be handling matters without difficulty and Adam found his attention wandering to the pretty secretary whose stockings he had noticed the day before. She was small, with an exceptionally neat figure that was now packed into a trouser suit, the seat of which clung lovingly to her rounded little bottom.

As they ascended the stairs she was walking ahead of him, affording him an excellent view, and once they’d sat down in the conference room he found himself daydreaming, his mind constructing a fantasy in which she made some error and ended up being spanked across her boss’s knee while everybody else looked on. The boss in question was one of the senior executives from Pointe Verte, a tall, fleshy Belgian with a great bald dome of a head, a man it was very easy to imagine dishing out a spanking to a girl and utterly humiliating her in the process. Only when Elaine turned to Adam and spoke in English did he start to focus on the discussion once more .

‘Dr Tyler, can you please confirm that the data published in
Tyler and Burling, 2010, Synthetic Genes in Rosa spp,
was entirely original?’

‘Yes,’ Adam replied. ‘It’s all from my thesis.’

‘And was therefore collected in which years?’

‘2008 and 2009. It’s all on file.’

‘So you could not possibly have seen the data collected by the team at Pointe Verte in 2010?’

‘No, although I communicated with Dr Mertens by email.’

Elaine began to speak in French again, leading to a brief but slightly heated exchange between the executives of the two companies. Despite his confidence in the facts, Adam found himself feeling uneasy and wishing he had a better understanding of what was going on, while Elaine, uncharacteristically, seemed to be getting flustered. At length, she turned to him again.

‘They’re claiming that Dr Mertens suggested the process of synthesis you used.’

‘That’s ridiculous.’

‘Can you prove that?’

‘Yes. The idea’s written up in my original notes, and in the funding application.’

‘Which we don’t have with us.’

Elaine turned back to the others, speaking rapidly and forcefully. Again Adam was quickly lost, but she was clearly growing ever-more exasperated, finally throwing her hands up and turning back to him.

‘They won’t accept your word for it, or anything short of the original documents.’

‘I can get them, but it will take a while.’

‘Then we’ll just have to schedule another meeting.’

Another few minutes and everything had been arranged, but Adam and Elaine were unable to speak openly until they’d left the building.

‘They’re playing for time,’ she stated, as she removed her glasses, ‘and that makes me think they’re going to approach you to test your honesty. Oh, and if that little moppet in the tight trousers comes anywhere near you, just ignore her.’

‘A honey trap? Oh, come on, they wouldn’t do that!’

‘No? I’ve seen it done, Adam, and you were absolutely drooling over her during the meeting.’

‘I was not … well, maybe a bit. Couldn’t I take her up on it and then send her back to her boss tied up with her panties stuffed in her mouth?’

‘Very funny. Look, the meeting’s in another week, and I’d rather not take any chances.’

‘Back to London, then?’

‘Yes – or we could stay in France, out of the way.’

Adam paused to consider these options, thinking of how Elaine had looked as she’d begun to slide her panties down the night before.

‘I’ve always wanted to visit Burgundy,’ he said.

‘I was thinking, maybe Paris?’ she suggested.

‘Paris and then Burgundy,’ Adam replied. ‘With any luck, Caroline and Jasmine can at least make the weekend.’

‘No Jasmine, then?’ Adam asked as Elaine touched the screen of her phone to end the call.

‘No, I’m afraid not,’ said Elaine. ‘She’s not at your flat, and Caroline hasn’t seen her since we left. She was hoping they’d meet up at Dark Angels tomorrow night.’

‘Not if Caroline’s coming here, they won’t,’ he pointed out.

The plan had been to bring both girls over to Paris for the weekend, but Jasmine had proved impossible to contact, leaving Adam worried and irritable.

‘I’m sure she’s fine,’ Elaine said. ‘She’s probably just out enjoying the sun.’

‘Or she’s changed her mind about everything and gone back to this Paul character.’

‘I doubt it, but if she has … well, they were supposed to be getting married. Sorry, Adam, but she’s not the most reliable person in the world.’

Adam didn’t answer, trying to fight down the sick feeling in his throat as he stared out of the window. They were on the upper floor of a Montmartre hotel, with a magnificent view across the angular white and grey roofs of Paris and the Eiffel Tower in the distance, but it held no more appeal than the web of flyovers and rail tracks outside their rooms in Lille. Without Jasmine coming, even the prospect of sharing a double room had lost some of its appeal, for all that it had started his heart racing when Elaine had first suggested it.

‘I’m sure it’s not that,’ she continued, after a while. ‘She wasn’t exactly complimentary about him, after all, and you know how excited she is by the scene, so she’s sure to be at Dark Angels. We can ring Mark or somebody on Sunday and maybe even get a message through to her. Now stop brooding.’

‘Sorry,’ Adam answered. ‘You’re right, Jasmine is Jasmine and it’s no good expecting her to behave rationally. What time does Caroline arrive? The Eurostar only takes a couple of hours.’

‘Yes, but she has to pack and get to St Pancras. Six o’clock, maybe?’

‘Which gives us time to find out if anything’s going on this evening and buy some gear, assuming you want to go out, that is?’

‘Yes, I do. We’re sure to be safe, after all, and it will stop you moping over Jasmine. Besides, shopping for kinky gear in Paris is one of the things I always promised myself I’d do before I reached 30, and I’ve only got a few months left to go.’

Adam collapsed back onto the bed, reached down to unzip his fly and pulled out his cock and balls. Caroline gave a delighted giggle at the sight and came straight to him, to lift the froufrou skirt of her black and white maid’s outfit, exposing equally frilly panties stretched tight across her cheeks. She sat down, wriggling her bottom against his stiffening length, at which he began to push up and down in the groove where her panties had pulled in between her cheeks.

‘Can’t you two wait five minutes?’ Elaine laughed.

‘No,’ Caroline answered, her voice rich with arousal and also slurred with drink. ‘I want cock, and I want pussy. Fuck me, Adam, fuck me while I lick Elaine.’

She lifted her bottom as she spoke and pushed down the fancy knickers, leaving her bare cheeks and ready cunt on show, framed in abundant white lace. Adam was already hard enough to get inside her, and immediately thrust his cock forward, allowing her to sit back down onto it with a long, happy sigh as it filled her cunt.

‘That’s nice,’ she said, wiggling her bottom. ‘Come on, Elaine. Make me do you from behind.’

‘That would hardly be a dignified position,’ Elaine began, then shrugged. ‘Oh, what the hell, it’s just the three of us.’

She was in a minidress of shiny, canary-yellow rubber, with heels and a domino mask to match, an outfit which had left most of the men at the club in awe of her legs – attention she’d enjoyed despite not letting a single one of them do so much as kiss her shoes. That hadn’t stopped them paying court to her, while the more dominant men had been no less fascinated when she and Adam had fastened Caroline to a cross to be masturbated to orgasm while she was flogged.

All three had been in high spirits as they’d left the club, Caroline too drunk and happy even to bother to conceal her extravagantly sexual maid’s uniform as they walked back to the hotel. Adam had been much the same, aroused by what he’d seen and what he’d done, eager for more and knowing it was on offer. Even Elaine had been less than reserved, the worshipful attention she’d received leaving her both dominant and confident.

Crossing to where Caroline was now bouncing happily up and down on Adam’s erect cock, Elaine turned her back to them and began to ease up her dress. Adam watched with only slightly less excitement than when she’d posed for him in Lille, enjoying the rare intimacy of the show she was giving him as much as the display of her gentle but feminine curves. She was in rubber panties under the dress, the same striking yellow and skin tight – so tight, in fact, that as she presented her bottom for Caroline’s attention, every crease and swell of her cheeks and her cunt was visible, as if the material were a second skin.

Caroline immediately pushed her tongue out to lick her, tracing the soft bulges of flesh that stuck out around the sides of the rubber knickers, then running a long, slow line up from her cunt to the top of her bottom-slit. Adam could only stare, fighting to hold back from a climax and praying Elaine would pull her knickers down, or let Caroline do it – but both women seemed lost in ecstasy already. At last, he could bear it no more, despite his automatic shame for the note of pleading in his voice as he spoke.

‘Do it bare. Please, I’m begging you, do it bare.’

Elaine didn’t respond, but Caroline did, with a happy, uninhibited purr as she took a grip on the yellow rubber panties and began to pull them down over Elaine’s bottom. Realising she was about to be stripped bare behind in front of Adam, Elaine reached back, clutching at her knickers as she made to speak, only to stop and close her eyes, then push her bottom out into a yet ruder and more revealing pose. Caroline didn’t even seem to have noticed, her tongue flicking over the flesh of her girlfriend’s arse as it came slowly bare – on her cheeks, in the crease between, and, as the panties were finally eased all the way down, directly on Elaine’s anus.

Adam came, unable to hold back a moment longer at the sight in front of him – Caroline with her pretty, soft face close up to Elaine’s bare bottom, her little red tongue poked out to lap at the pinkish star between the beautifully formed cheeks. One girl openly licking the bottom-hole of another. It lasted only a moment, but that was enough – Adam’s spunk pumped deep into Caroline from beneath as she jerked the yellow rubber panties lower still and set to work on her girlfriend’s cunt.

Elaine’s eyes were still closed, her mouth now open in bliss as she was licked from behind, with Caroline’s face now pushed in firmly between her cheeks. Adam continued to thrust – his cock painfully sensitive as he emptied every last drop from his balls into Caroline’s cunt – and to watch, drinking in the sight of his friends’ supremely dirty, intimate behaviour. Elaine came to orgasm, closely followed by Caroline who’d been playing with herself off and on from the start.

Both girls collapsed onto the bed as soon as they’d come down – not together, but on either side of Adam. Caroline immediately snuggled up to him, kissing his cheek before laying her head on his chest and letting out a contented little sigh. Elaine was beside him too, one hand laid lightly on his leg, and when he put out an arm to gather her in, there was no resistance. Like Caroline, she kissed him, then laid her head on his chest. Adam pulled a pillow down to prop himself up, then put his arms around the girls once more as they shared a kiss before Caroline spoke.

‘That was good – quick, but good. And a good night out too.’

‘Very good,’ Elaine agreed. ‘But I think Adam would probably like to ask you about Jasmine now we’ve all had our fun.’

‘Oh,’ Caroline answered. ‘Sorry, Adam, there’s not much to tell, really. I said goodbye after we’d seen you off, and that’s the last time I saw her. You don’t need to worry though, Adam, she’s crazy about you.’

‘Yes?’ Adam asked.

‘Completely,’ Caroline assured him. ‘She said you were the only person who’d ever given her what she needed without trying to control her.’

‘Where is she, though? She’s supposed to be staying at my flat.’

‘I’m not sure, but I know she didn’t like the idea of being on her own. Actually … no, I’m not supposed to tell you that.’

‘I’ve just come, Cakemix, but that’s not going to stop me giving you a spanking. What aren’t you supposed to tell me?’

‘No,’ Caroline countered. ‘It would spoil a really nice surprise, and you can spank me all night if you want, but I’m not telling you. Unlike your Jasmine, I’m not a cry- baby brat.’

‘Tell Elaine, then.’

Caroline made a face and pulled herself closer to Elaine, to whisper into her ear. Elaine laughed, then rolled back to rest her head in the crook of Adam’s arm.