The Inheritance (32 page)

The moment she
did he released her cheeks. But a few moments later he pulled her
apart a second time. She tensed, lifting her head and tensing her
body, then allowing the fear and embarrassment to float out of her
once again she relaxed and lowered head back down on her self made
pillow. As soon as she did, he withdrew his hold.

She
understood.

Without a word
he was teaching her to relax and accept. As long as she didn't
relax and accept the act - whatever that act may be - it would
continue. She smiled, thinking she must have the most wonderful
Master in the whole world.

A moment later
she felt one hand pull aside one cheek, but did not react. She felt
the familiar grease being rubbed into her. She did not react. She
felt his finger tickle the portal. She did not react. She felt it
glide inside her and she did react, but with a whimpering,
pleasurable moan. He pumped her for a while then added a second
finger which she moved lovingly against, showing her acceptance and
pleasure. The naughty behaviour continued until he told her it was
time to rest once more, and she was able to slip easily into a
comfortable nap.

It was the
stopping of the carriage that stirred her. They had arrived.

The time had
sailed past and she sat up, wincing as her bottom hit the seat. He
helped her button the long cape, and by the time the driver had
walked to the side of the cab and was opening the door she had just
finished putting on her shoes.

Lord Michael
helped her out and walked her inside the house. She waited in the
foyer as the driver brought in their baggage - just one case each
for the two nights they would be stopping over - the rest remaining
packed on the carriage for their trip to London and on to the final
destination for the honeymoon.

Elizabeth had
no idea where he was taking her for their special time away. It was
to be a surprise. In actual fact they were going to a private villa
belonging to one of the members of the Circle. A long time friend
and colleague, the man had been happy to offer it to Lord Michael
as a token of his esteem.

It sat on a
lake and was staffed with a housekeeper, a cook and a butler, all
very familiar with the lifestyle their employer enjoyed, and were
quite used to visitors of the same ilk. He was taking her to London
for an overnight stay, then they would board the train to their
final destination.

The house was
empty but as he had promised there was plenty of food left out.
After a quick snack he led her up to his bedchamber where a full
tub was waiting. The water was still warm, and after removing her
corset he left her to bathe, ordering her straight to bed when she
had finished.

Returning to
the dining room he picked up a serviette from the table and
stretched out on the long couch, releasing his rampant cock.
Closing his eyes he stroked himself fervently, wanting and needing
a quick release. Reliving the erotic carriage ride he recalled the
feel of her hard rosebud nipples in his mouth, how she had moaned
and clutched his shoulders as he had nibbled on them for an
eternity. She had gyrated her sensitive red bottom against his
hands, reminding him of the long, delicious spanking - the spanking
that had been decreed by the century old rules of the Circle...

...it was
drawing near. The bubble had formed and was building...

...and when he
had touched between her lovely lips he had found her so wet, so
needy, so irresistibly inviting...

...the bubble
was stretching out. He could feel that at any moment it would
expand and explode...

...and he had
held her bottom open for so long, so very long, and had stared at
every tiny wrinkle and she had stayed obediently still, tense and
still...

...the bubble
became a balloon and burst with short, sharp violence!

He cried out
as the hot cream shot from his knob, spilling down his hands, the
tingling and enormous relief flooding his mind and body.

Breathing
deeply he sank into the softness of the couch, absently reaching
for the serviette to wipe himself. He felt sleep overtake him and
did not fight. He didn't wish to climb up the stairs to join her.
She needed to sleep for as long as she possibly could. Later in the
day and again the following morning he would brush up on the
training she had received over a year ago.

He wasn't
concerned about that part of the ordeal. She had excellent
instincts and it wouldn't take long. He would just remind her of
how she was to kneel as he walked her. How to thrust out her tits.
Remind her of a few minor things she may have forgotten. Most
importantly he needed to instil in her the importance of total and
utter obedience.

The late
afternoon sun streaming in through the windows stirred him from
sleep. Stretching languidly he pondered the next thirty-six hours.
He was facing a much sought after personal ambition. Being a member
of the Circle Of Loving Dominants was a life long dream, and he was
a hair's breadth away from his much sought after desire becoming
reality.

The driver had
delivered Elizabeth's bag to his rooms, but Lord Michael had
requested his be left in the foyer. As he collected it on his way
to the stairs he decided to freshen up in the quarters he had
assigned to James. Elizabeth would still be sleeping and he did not
wish to disturb her.

Taking his
time he washed and changed clothes, then returned to the dining
room to await her appearance. They would eat and he would begin her
training. It was over an hour later that he heard Elizabeth making
her way down the stairs.

As she entered
the dining room dressed in her robe, Lord Michael luxuriated in the
sight of his new bride. She looked radiant, having slept well and
long, her exquisite body evident under the covering of the thin
silk. He rose to greet her, embracing her tenderly, then settled
her down to enjoy a full meal.

"We will begin
your training right after you eat," he informed her. "We will work
into the afternoon, and then go through it all again in the
morning."

"Yes, Master,"
she replied, eagerly. "Whatever it takes."

Her enthusiasm
was gratifying and he had no doubt with such an attitude he would
be able to bring her to a level of servitude worthy of any
challenge the Initiation might present her.

He had been
right in his assessment of her ability. Her posture was perfect.
Her manner was perfect. The way she held her head was perfect.
There was very little correction needed. But regardless of her
perfection he worked her for three full hours, rehearsing her
crawl, the manner in which she would kneel up, how she would lick
her lips, the positions over and over again by number. When he was
finally satisfied he led her to the couch and placed her before
him.

"Elizabeth, I
am immensely proud of you," he began.

"Master, thank
you," she said. "May I have permission to speak," she asked.

"You may," he
replied.

"I wish only
to hear those words. That you are proud of me. I love being trained
by you. I love everything. The way you teach me to sit - to kneel -
everything. I will do my very, very best tomorrow night," she
promised.

"It is your
love of submission that makes you very special, Elizabeth. It makes
you able to be my wife," he said, tenderly.

"May I ask,
Master, can you tell me any more about this Society?"

"Yes. You
deserve to know more. The Circle we are attempting to join is made
up of very distinguished people, but more importantly, they are
those who have a passion for this way of living," he began. "You
have the passion as I do, and the Initiation is to show that
passion. To prove to the Circle that I am worthy as a Master and
you are worthy as my submissive. The Circle is reserved for only
the most dedicated and as I believe I told you, for those who are
married. It gathers every few weeks for dinner or a party but an
Initiation is rare. It is difficult for a Master to find and marry
a woman who he feels could pass such a test. If the submissive
fails he can never come forward again. Not with the same woman or
any other." He paused, taking a breath. "Elizabeth," he said
solemnly, "everything that will happen tonight will be a surprise
to us both. I was just told what was required in preparation. It is
supposed to expose any flaw - either in my training or in your
commitment. I have fulfilled those obligations. I saw no such
flaw."

Elizabeth felt
the tears well in her eyes.

"Master, I am
so honoured. I feel so loved - and I will not let you down," she
quivered, trying to control her emotions.

"I have
complete faith in you. You must only remember two things," he said
firmly.

"Yes,
Master?"

"Listen to your instructions very carefully, and do
exactly,
exactly
-
nothing more, nothing less - exactly what is asked of you. Complete
and total obedience. If you can do that you will succeed and we
will become honoured members of one of the most desirable secret
circles in all of England. At least, for those who know about
it."

"Master, could
you please remind me of the names? I don't remember what you told
me."

"Of course.
And I'll tell you more about the Society as well. The society
itself is the Brotherhood of Loving Dominants - BOLD for short, and
one must be sponsored by another member to join," he explained.
"Each applicant is carefully screened by six directors. I'm one of
those directors. The first step is a thorough check into the man's
background. He must be a gentleman, he must be of good standing and
financially sound. If all appears well he is brought in for a
formal interview. It's extremely important that he have the right
attitude. We treasure women - hold them in the highest esteem - you
know that don't you, Elizabeth?"

"Oh yes,
Master. Most definitely," she answered, totally focused on him and
all he was telling her.

"So we cannot
have someone in our midst who might abuse his woman, or be unfairly
harsh or cruel, either by his hand or voice. It is an extensive
interrogation. Over many years the questions have been formulated
to weed out those who might do harm. So you see, the Brotherhood is
about engaging likeminded fellows. But the Circle," he began, "the
Circle, as I just told you, is extremely difficult to join. It's
called, the Circle of Masters Extraordinaire, or COME for
short."

"How clever,"
she enthused.

"Yes. It is
rather. But Elizabeth, I cannot stress this enough. It has been
made clear to me that the key to your success is listening very
carefully and following instructions exactly."

"I can do
that, Master," she said, determined that she would. "I can. I know
I can."

"Come and sit
on my lap," he said, reaching for her.

She crawled up
and sank into his embrace, and he cradled her and kissed her, and
told her how much he loved her.

"A snack
before retiring?" he asked, deciding it was time to get her to
bed.

"Yes, please,"
she replied. "I am a bit hungry."

They returned
to the dining room and relaxed over a light meal, after which he
sent her to her room for the night with instructions to go straight
to sleep, and do so knowing that regardless of anything he was her
husband and would love her forever.

"I will not be
joining you my darling," he said sweetly. "You must not have any
distractions from a full night of sleep, and I do not need the
temptation of your lovely body next to me. I cannot enjoy you until
after the Initiation so it is best to spend this night apart."

"Oh Master. I
do understand but I will miss you terribly," she sighed.

"And I you.
But after tomorrow we will not ever spend another night apart," he
promised.

After watching
her toddle off, feeling immensely proud, he poured himself a brandy
and settled on the couch. He needed the drink to calm himself. His
excitement over the following night's events was difficult to
contain. While he had full confidence in her, he was not so naive
as to think his induction into the Circle was definite. Anything
could happen.

Elizabeth was
surprised at how easily she was able to doze off. She didn't
understand that the preparations for the wedding, the busy,
exciting stress of the wedding day itself, followed by the long
teasing carriage ride and three hours of training had completely
worn her out. But Lord Michael did, and thought she had held up
enormously well under the strain of it all. A good night's rest was
much needed.

Finishing his
brandy he rose from the couch and walked up the stairs to his own
night of rest. The soothing liquor had helped, and stripping
quickly and slipping between the sheets he let himself drift into a
deep, restful slumber.

The following
morning, after a long sleep-in for them both and a hearty
breakfast, Lord Michael dressed her in the corset she had worn for
their journey to the house, and rehearsed all they had done the
afternoon before.

He wasn't
taking any chances and though he didn't know exactly what
challenges she would face, the simple act of following instructions
and practicing unhesitating obedience could only help. It wasn't
until the early afternoon that he was finally satisfied. They were
both exhausted, thirsty and hungry, and he removed the corset and
allowed her to don her robe so she could enjoy her late lunch
comfortably.

"Just a few
hours now, Elizabeth," he remarked, sitting across the table.

"I know. I
can't believe it. I'm nervous - I don't want to let you down," she
said, staring at him with large, worried eyes.

"You can't let
me down," he smiled. "You will do your very best and that's all you
can do. As I told you yesterday, I love you no matter what. And
always will."