The Master (10 page)

“There are days you’ll feel your only worth is tied to your arse, your mouth, your pussy, and how often he decides to fuck
them. For instance, I would require you to be naked whenever you were at home, command you to kneel and present yourself for my use when we were in the same room. And make no mistake, Sasha, I would use you and use you often.

“In the morning before you left my bed, you would suck me deep into your mouth. I’d order you home for lunch and spread you out on my table, where I’d take my time feasting on your pussy before I fucked it. And after work, I’d keep you naked and spend hours driving you to the brink of orgasm until finally I’d allow you to come, but only with my cock buried deep in your arse.”

He bent down and whispered in her ear, “Is that what you want, Sasha? To be my fuck toy to use when, where, and how I want? You honestly wouldn’t mind if, while you were reading a book, I ordered you to your hands and knees on the floor because I decided my cock’s need to fuck outweighed your need to read?”

She stiffened at his words. There was more to it than that. And no, she wasn’t interested in being used only for sex. It was the whole dynamic of the Master/slave relationship that appealed to her.

“It’s more than that, Sir. It’s not always like that.”

He hadn’t moved from behind her. “I’m well aware of the many facets involved in such a relationship. I did have a collared slave for several years. And if asked, I’m sure she would tell you it was like that enough of the time.”

“Then there was a part of her that needed to be used like that.” She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “The relationship wouldn’t have lasted as long as it did if she wasn’t being satisfied.”

“Think beyond the sexual,” he said, not responding to her
statement. “You own a business. What if your Master decides he doesn’t want you working? Would you be prepared to sell your part of the floral shop?”

“Did Kate work, Sir?”

“I
allowed
her to work. Do you honestly think you could live in a situation like that? To hand over control to every part of your life? From your haircut, to your clothes, to whether or not you could have lunch with your girlfriends when you wanted?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“There are Master/slave couples who don’t use safe words.”

He spoke it simple and matter-of-factly, but it had the intended impact. She sucked in a breath and swallowed her panic. Her voice gave no hint of fear when she replied, “Everything’s still negotiable. I wouldn’t enter into any relationship without a safe word. It’s a hard limit.”

“And I would applaud you for that. However, I won’t train you to be my slave. I don’t mean to be cruel, but you’re not mentally prepared to take on such a role.”

She balled her fists so her nails dug into her palms. “I don’t want to be your slave, Sir. That’s not why I wrote that.”

The air behind her moved as he stood. “Then what was your purpose?”

“I want you to give me some training,
just a little taste
, in full-time slave service.”

“No.”

She took a deep breath, his response exactly what she thought it would be. She knew arguing wouldn’t change his mind. In all likelihood, it would only make him angry. “May I propose a compromise, Sir?”

“A compromise?”

“You know, that thing where we both budge a little to reach a mutually satisfying arrangement?”

His voice was terse and unamused. “No, can’t say I’m familiar with the concept.”

“I agree I’m not ready to serve as a slave right now or even train as one. But can we relook at the idea in a month or so?” There was only silence behind her. “Please, Sir?”

For several seconds, he stood and then he slowly walked away from her. Toward the window, she believed. She heard his sigh from across the room.

“Very well, a month it is. And to give you a
little taste
, you’re not allowed to wear knickers for the next month.” He smirked at her gasp of shock. “And rest assured, I’ll be checking.”

•   •   •

F
riday afternoon, Cole sat in Daniel’s kitchen while his friend prepared steaks to grill.

“You sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” Daniel asked, washing his hands. “I have plenty.”

“I’m sure. I have a phone interview with a source in about an hour.” And he was starting to feel like a third wheel, staying on Daniel’s property. Eating with him and Julie would only make it worse.

“If you change your mind . . .” Daniel let the offer hang in the air.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll let you and Julie enjoy your Friday night alone this week.” He didn’t miss the look of anticipation that crossed Daniel’s face. Cole snorted. “Obviously, you have plans for the evening.”

“Hell, yes!”

“I guess that means—”

His talk with Daniel was interrupted by the sound of feminine laughter coming from the front door. He recognized Sasha’s voice immediately. She sounded carefree and happy and he smiled in response. She needed to laugh more.

“We’re in the kitchen,” Daniel called out, and Sasha’s laughter stopped.

Seconds later, Julie entered the kitchen followed by a now subdued Sasha. Julie made her way to Daniel, who pulled her close and gave her a welcome home kiss. All the while, Sasha stood in the kitchen doorframe, hands behind her back, and her eyes anywhere except on the kissing couple.

“Sasha,” Cole said.

She moved her gaze to him. “Sir.”

Her voice was breathy and her cheeks slightly flushed. He wondered if she was wearing panties.

“Did you and Julie have a nice afternoon?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He locked gazes with her, wanting to ensure she understood his next comment. “How fortunate then you had nothing to take priority over your outing.”

She didn’t look convinced, her lips pressed together and she stood straighter. “I suppose.”

She shifted her weight, which told him she was doing one of two things. Either she was wearing panties and being around him made her feel uncomfortable due to her disobedience or she wasn’t wearing panties and she felt the weight of his Dominance just being in his presence.

“Daniel, you and Julie will have to excuse us for a moment. I need a private moment with Sasha.”

Julie wrinkled her eyebrows, but Daniel only nodded. “The house is yours.”

“Thanks.” He turned his attention back to Sasha. “Come with me, little one.”

There was a large guest room down the hall from the kitchen. He led her there and into the roomy bathroom attached. Once there, he opened the door and bid her enter first. He closed the door behind them.

“Kneel,” he commanded and she went to her knees. “Have you been a good submissive, Sasha?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Thank you, I believe you, but since I told you I’d check, I’m going to check. I want you to stand up and take the shorts off.” He let that sink in for a minute. If she had followed his directions, this would be the first time he saw her naked. “If I like what I see, you’ll be rewarded.”

Ever so slowly, she stood to her feet and unbuttoned her shorts. He held his breath as she inched them down, revealing only bare skin. She was shaved, but the shorts had been on the snug side and left red marks on her skin.

“Good girl.” He moved to stand behind her. In that position, he could see them both in the mirror. “Tell me what it was like, being panty-free.”

“It made me aroused, Sir. And every time I thought about how turned on I was, you always came to my mind.”

“Exactly what I wanted. Are you aroused now? Standing in Daniel’s loo, half naked, with your pussy exposed to me?”

She sucked in a breath. “Yes, Sir.”

“For being such a good girl, I’d normally bring you to orgasm. But I don’t think you’re ready for me to touch you like that, so you’ll have to be my hands.”

“Sir?”

“You’re going to pleasure yourself for me.”

She moaned and he met her eyes in the mirror, gave her a smile.

“Spread your legs more,” he ordered. When she’d widened her stance, he added, “Start at your waist, brush your skin lightly, tease it, think about where your fingers are going.”

She closed her eyes and her fingers drifted to her waist. Her lower lip was sucked into her mouth in concentration.

“Let your fingers brush lower, but don’t touch your clit.” The color in her cheeks deepened at his words. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

It seemed she found it easier to talk with her eyes closed. “I’m thinking of your fingers, Sir. About how they’d feel.”

“How would they feel? Tell me whilst you play with your cunt.”

She licked her lips. “Good, they’d feel good, Sir. You’d start by seeing how wet I was.”

“How wet are you?”

“So fucking wet, Sir.”

Her coarse voice turned him on, but he forced himself to ignore his cock. “Your little pussy’s so wet and it’s aching for me to push my finger along your slit and take care of that ache, isn’t it? Desperate for me to fill it. Two fingers, you think, or three?”

“Sir?” she croaked.

“How many fingers do I fuck you with, Sasha? Two or three?”

Her body shook with need. “Oh, God, three, Sir.”

He leaned as close as he could without touching her. “Then do it.” Her fingers worked themselves between her legs. “Harder. I’d fuck you so damn hard.”

He clenched his teeth as she pumped her fingers deep inside. It took almost all of his self-control not to push her hands aside
and stroke her to release. He could almost feel her wet heat around his fingers. Her breath grew choppy and her body started to sway.

“I’m going to hold your shoulders to give you support,” he whispered. “You keep fucking yourself. If I don’t think you’re doing a good job, I’m going to make you stop and you won’t come for two weeks.”

Once his hands were on her shoulders, she leaned into him. The small movement pleased him. Possibly without her even realizing it, her body trusted him to hold her steady while she drove herself to climax.

“How do my fingers feel now?” he asked.

She shook her head and lifted her hips toward her fingers. “Deep . . . so close. . . . I need . . . please . . .”

He thought she grew more and more beautiful as her orgasm approached. “Rub your clit for me, little one. Show me how you like it.”

Under his gaze, her fingers worked themselves in and out of her body while her thumb teased her clit. She started to whimper.

“That’s it. Good girl. Now let me see you come.”

A few more passes of her thumb, and her body stilled as her release swept over her. He kept his hands on her shoulders, keeping her steady and upright, all the while whispering how beautiful her pleasure was, until she stopped shaking.

She slumped against him, breathing heavily. “Thank you, Sir.”

Once she had recovered and made herself presentable, Cole took her back into the kitchen and settled her into a chair.
Though her checklist indicated playing in public was a turn-on, he had wanted to do her first panty check in private.

Her cheeks still had a hint of darker than normal color to them, and her eyes were filled with contentment. A soft smile tickled the corner of her mouth and every so often, she’d catch his gaze only to quickly glance away.

Julie studied her with frank assessment, but unlike times past, she appeared to be satisfied with what she saw. Daniel, of course, acted as if nothing happened, but Cole knew he didn’t miss anything.

“Julie and I are going to start planning next year’s melanoma benefit tomorrow. We’re going to check out a few venues. Either of you want to come?” Daniel asked.

“Hell, no,” Cole said. “Event planning is about on a par with having a tooth pulled. I’d rather stay in the guesthouse and alphabetize canned goods.”

Daniel snorted. “You say that like your cans aren’t already alphabetized. Sasha?”

If Cole felt like a third wheel around Daniel and Julie, he could only imagine how Sasha felt. She squirmed in her seat.

“Actually,” Cole said. “I was going to ask Sasha for help tomorrow.”

Sasha laughed softly. “Oh, boy. I either spend the day looking at hotel ballrooms or arranging cans. I don’t think I can handle all the excitement. I might have to decline both and wash my hair.”

“If you help me, I promise we won’t do anything with cans,” Cole assured her. She raised an eyebrow at him. “I have an appointment to see a house.”

Sasha had given him several names of real estate agents the second time they met for her retraining. Not being in a hurry
to move and admittedly not looking forward to the hassle involved with looking for a new place, he’d postponed contacting anybody. He’d finally called one a few days ago, and she wanted to show him a newly listed property.

Sasha tapped her chin in mock thought. “House hunting definitely beats out hotel ballrooms, but I don’t know. I really should wash my hair. Give me a second to think.”

If he’d known talking her through an orgasm would have brought out this new playful side of her, he’d have done it earlier. He stretched out in his chair and put his arms over his head.

“Either way works for me. But if you’re going to be home all day tomorrow, I have a new writing assignment for you.”

“I believe that’s called blackmail, Sir.”

“In that case, you can do the writing assignment no matter what you decide.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “You did that on purpose.”

“Of course I did.” He hid a smug grin, enjoying the playful banter between them. Unfortunately, he had that interview to conduct in about fifteen minutes. He pushed back from the table. “I have a call set up. I’ll see everyone later. Sasha, walk out with me, please.”

She hopped down and they made their way outside in silence. When they got to the guesthouse drive, he turned to her.

“If you’d like to go tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at eight.”

He was pleased to see the lighthearted look remained with her even though they were alone. He’d feared she’d feel awkward around him with everyone else gone.

“I’d like to go.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I can wash my hair tonight.”

He leaned down and whispered, “Wash it tomorrow
morning. Tonight you’re to write five hundred words on why going without panties made you so wet.”