The Master (22 page)

“And you still want to continue?”

“Very much, Sir.”

“Thank you, little one. I’m glad to hear that.” He shook first one leg and then the other, removing his pants completely. He grabbed a handful of hair and moved her head closer to his groin. “Show me.”

She didn’t want to just give him a blow job, she wanted to lavish his cock with everything she felt at that moment. Tentatively, she placed her hands on his upper thighs and engulfed his length in her mouth. First taking him as deep as possible, then pulling away and swirling her tongue around his tip. With both hands, she worked the base.

His fingers tightened, giving her hair a slight pulling. “Mmm, little one. That’s right. Worship that cock. Show me how much you love it. What it does to you.”

His words of praise filled her with warmth. She took him down her throat and didn’t move, allowing him to enjoy the feeling of being inside her that way. With her whole being she paid homage to his cock using her lips, her tongue, her hands, and, most importantly, her mind.

It had the desired effect on him. His breathing grew raspy and his fingers held an almost painful grip on her hair. He was close and she was ready. She wanted to taste the evidence of how much she’d turned him on.

But right when she thought he was going to come, he stopped completely, and jerked out of her mouth. She dropped back so her butt rested on her heels and looked at his feet.

“Eyes on me, little one. I do enjoy watching you swallow, but right now I’m going to come all over you. Lift your head higher. I’m not going to come on your face yet.”

Damn. That meant he would eventually, right?

She didn’t want to admit how much that thought turned her on.

Once she’d lifted her head, he worked his erection and within seconds, he painted her chest and shoulders with his come. It felt feral kneeling before him as his release slid down her skin. She shouldn’t like it. She should be disgusted. But she wasn’t. She loved it. Loved that it was like he’d marked her. That he gave that part of him to her.

He offered her a hand and helped her to her feet. “I’m going to enjoy eating breakfast with you wearing nothing but my collar and my spunk.”

It was an unusual breakfast to say the least. Cole didn’t have her sit across from him at the table, the way she thought he would. He told her he wanted her in his lap and proceeded to feed her from his plate.

“You really can’t cook?” he asked.

She swallowed the bite of omelet she had in her mouth. “I really can’t.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s not that big of a deal for me, but if you do want to enter into a Master/slave relationship at some point, there are Masters who require domestic service.”

“I make a mean pot of coffee.”

“You’re not that bad with tea, either.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He held the glass of orange juice up to her lips and she took several sips.

“Speaking of cooking,” Sasha said, “I’m having a package delivered here today. It’s perishable. If you let me know when it gets here, I’ll take care of it.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Is it food?”

“Kinda. Julie told me about this site where they send you the ingredients and give you the recipe and supposedly it’s easy to fix.”

“Really?”

“I know it’s an area I need to work on. I totally forgot until you said something. I ordered it last week.”

Before she could get her next sentence out, his lips were on hers and he was giving her a kiss that curled her toes and made her very aware she was naked in his lap.

“You never stop surprising me,” he said. “How do you do that?”

“I don’t know, but if I do it again, will I get another kiss?”

“I’ll give you more than a kiss.”

She decided she needed to work out different ways to surprise him.

•   •   •

T
he package was delivered shortly after lunch while Sasha was working on a writing assignment Cole had given her. He carried the box into the kitchen and then went to get her.

He knocked on the door to the sunroom, where she sat writing. “Your package arrived, little one. If you need to go take care of it, you may finish the assignment later.”

She glanced at the clock on the wall and then stood and walked to him, where she knelt. “Thank you, Sir. Is it okay with you if I start dinner?”

“Of course. I look forward to whatever it is you’re making.”

“It might be wiser to wait until you actually taste it, Sir.”

He stroked her hair. “You took the initiative to work on an area you wanted to improve on. It wasn’t anything I requested or anything I would have required. You did it because you wanted to. No matter how it tastes, it’s going to be wonderful.”

Did she have any idea how rare that was? For anyone to have that drive impressed him. For it to be a submissive woman he had feelings for? It blew his mind.

He ran his thumb over her lips. “You may go to the kitchen, little one. And you may slip some clothes on.”

She rose to her feet and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Sir.”

Yup. Mind blown.

He waited until she made it to the kitchen before sitting down at a small desk he had in the living room. Doing so gave the illusion he was working, but in reality, it afforded him the opportunity to watch her.

She carefully opened the box and unpacked the contents,
placing everything on the countertop. By the time she finished, vegetables, meat, and spices covered an entire side of the kitchen. She stepped back and looked over it. “Shit.”

He wondered about Julie’s definition of “easy to fix.”

With a resolute sigh, she pulled out the recipe card and read it, lining up the items as she went. From where he sat, it looked like some sort of rice or pasta dish. She took out a pot and several bowls from the cabinet and started working.

It looked like things were progressing well until she got to the carrots. Apparently, she had to peel and slice them and from what he could tell, Sasha had done neither before. He hoped she didn’t lose a finger the way she worked the knife.

By the time she made it to the second carrot, the water she’d put on to boil was bubbling over the top of the pot. Once she had that under control, she went back to the carrots and managed to get through the second one. Her shoulders slumped as she saw how many were left.

She threw two in the trash can, took another glance at the pile left and threw away another.

“Who the hell needs so many carrots?” she asked the empty kitchen. “Seriously.”

She drummed her fingers on the countertop and without warning, turned and walked his way. He dropped his eyes and pretended to work.

“Sorry to interrupt, Sir,” she said. “But I have a quick question.”

“Yes, little one?”

“Are there rabbits in your yard?”

He tried to hide his smile. “Rabbits?”

“Yes, Sir. I have some carrots left over and I was wondering if I could put them outside?”

“I’ve never seen any rabbits. Why don’t you just use them in whatever you’re cooking? I love carrots.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yes, and Sasha?”

“Mmmm.”

“I smell something burning.”

“Fuck!” she yelled and ran back to the kitchen.

He kept his laughter to himself. Poor Sasha, trying to cook and getting sidetracked by carrots. He debated going to help her, but stayed where he was. Odds were, she wouldn’t welcome his being in the kitchen. She wanted to do this dinner by herself, so he would let her.

“Damn, damn, damn,” she cursed from the kitchen, doing her best to salvage whatever she’d been boiling.

When she had everything under control, she took a step back and wiped her nose with her sleeve. Her sigh was audible from where he sat. But she didn’t stop, she went back to peeling carrots and preparing the other vegetables.

She’d told him the Web site said you could cook a meal from start to finish in thirty minutes. So far, she’d spent all her time with carrots and boiling water.

“Thirty minutes, my
ass
,” she said, echoing his thoughts.

She finished dinner an hour later. The kitchen looked like a disaster area, with nearly every bowl, pot, and pan he had piled in the sink. Carrot peels littered the countertop. An unknown liquid had been spilled on the floor and the air was still heavy with the tinge of burned food.

But in the middle of it all, Sasha stood beaming and handed him a bowl. “Taste it, Sir. See if it’s good.”

He took it and headed to the table. “Bring yourself a bowl and sit with me.”

“I don’t know, Sir.” She spooned some pasta into a bowl and poured sauce on it. “What if it sucks?”

“It smells divine and my kitchen looks like someone catered a meal for twenty. There’s no way it sucks.”

She didn’t look convinced. “Sorry about the kitchen. I’ll clean it up.”

“Don’t worry about it now. Let’s eat.”

He took a tentative bite and hummed in pleasure at the taste. “Sasha, this is incredible.”

She looked as if he’d just told her she’d won a million dollars. “Really?”

“Taste for yourself.” He held his fork up to her mouth.

She took a bite. “Wow.”

“You did very well,” he said.

“Thank you, but as I was cooking, I made up my mind about something.”

“What was that?”

“I’ll never serve a Master who expects me to cook. Once was enough. I mean, hell, the carrots alone were enough to drive me up the wall.” She shook her head. “And to think I’d have to do that two or three times a day? Hell, no.”

They finished eating and she took their empty bowls to the sink.

“Oh, man, I forgot I had all this left to clean up.”

“I’ll help,” he said. “We’ll both clean up the countertops, and then you wash and I’ll dry.”

“You’d really think someone like you would have someone come in to do this sort of thing.”

“Nah, I like my privacy too much.”

They worked quickly together clearing the countertops
and
Sasha was soon up to her wrists in sudsy water. “They have dishwashers for this, you know.”

“I don’t like putting dirty dishes in there.”

“It defeats the purpose of a dishwasher if you wash them first.”

“Perhaps, but at least this way I don’t have a bunch of dirty dishes in my kitchen.”

“But they’re in the
dishwasher.
Oh, fly!” She waved her hand to shoo the insect away, but in doing so splashed him.

“Sasha.” He wiped the water from his face.

“Sorry, Sir, it was buzzing in my ear.”

He pretended to be stern. “And that makes it okay to get me wet?”

She studied him as if weighing his words and expression to determine if he was serious. “Frankly, the only thing that would be more okay is if you were wet all over.” She shook her hand again, getting more water on him this time.

He looked at her in shock. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“Not if you don’t catch me.” And before he could reply, she spun and ran out of the kitchen, through the living room and out the back door, giggling.

Game on.

He let her have a few seconds of a head start and then followed. She waited on the patio behind his new table. “Splashing
me and running away?” He shook his head. “Someone’s been a very bad girl.”

“It was a mistake,” she said with a grin.

“It was a mistake the first time. The second was on purpose.”

“It’s not my fault you look hot when you’re wet.”

“Is that right?”

“I don’t want you getting a big head or anything, but yeah. You are.”

He walked out onto the patio, keeping an eye on her. She moved back away from the table, still giggling, onto the grass, her hands up in a keep-your-distance signal.

In his mind, he mapped where she was standing in relation to his sprinkler system. Her left foot was almost at one of the heads. He pretended his phone buzzed and pulled it out of his pocket.

“Talk about rotten timing.” He looked at the display as if reading a text, but in reality he scrolled through his apps until he found the one he was looking for.

There it was, the new app that allowed him to control his sprinklers from his smartphone. “Hold on, I just need to take care of this really quick.”

Her hands fell to the sides of her body and she relaxed, appearing to be waiting patiently for him to play again.

“Here’s what I was looking for.” He looked up at the same second he pressed the button for the sprinklers to cut on.

Sasha shrieked as the cold water hit her and brought her hands up to her face. “You cheated.”

“How can I cheat when I’m the one who makes the rules?”

“Then I guess I’m the one who breaks them.” And with that, she proceeded to take her clothes off.

“Are you trying to distract me?”

“Of course not, Sir. I just don’t like wet clothes.”

He wasn’t sure he believed her. She was quite the distraction standing in his yard, naked and wet. “You look pretty hot wet, yourself,” he told her.

“You could come join me.” She ran her hands down her body. “I’m getting lonely standing here all by myself.”

As the idea of what to do next came to his mind, he drew the shirt over his head and tossed it on the brick patio floor. “We can’t have that,” he agreed. “You might get lonely.”

“And when I’m lonely, I do bad things.”

“We definitely can’t have that.”

He started walking toward her, holding her gaze as he crossed the patio. Making sure he kept his expression neutral and moving slowly, she didn’t suspect anything when he made it to her side.

“See?” she said. “You look hot with your shirt off. Now we just need to get you wet.”

She took a step to the sprinkler, but before she could put her foot down, he yanked her up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder.

“Hey!” She pounded on his back. “What are you doing?”

“Enforcing the rules,” he said with a smile.

“How did I break rules?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe splashing your Dom, running away from him, and trying to distract him with your nakedness for starters.”

“Oh,
those
rules.”

“Indeed.” He was pleased she picked up that they were made-up fun rules and she wasn’t really in trouble. He was even
more pleased he’d had the foresight to set up his backyard for playing a few days before she arrived. “Though I would suggest you stop hitting my back.”