The Master's Exploits: Night One (5 page)

“Remember what I said,” I panted, slamming into her again and again, loving the way her body curved in response to me, and the sounds that seemed ripped from the back of her throat.
 

Slowly, I slid one hand down past her quivering belly, between her legs, just below where we were joined. When my fingers pressed up, she yowled.

“Stop!” she shrieked, her body arcing so hard I thought she’d snap her spine. “STOP!”

I froze, lifting my hand away from her molten core. Inside, my dick continued to throb, but she didn’t pull away.

“Not fair!” she exclaimed, breathlessly, wrenching her head around to glare at me in her peripheral vision. “You asked me if I could come from penetration.” The word still sounded filthy, dripping from her swollen lips. All I wanted was to shove my aching cock past them, sending my hot come pulsing down her throat, but I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm. As calm as I possibly could, still buried up to the balls in her searing heat.

“Yes,” I said. “But I didn’t say that’s all I would be doing.”

“If you touch me,” she said, her eyes wild, “I’ll - I won’t be able to stop.”

“You’ll
have
to,” I said, as patiently as I could manage. “That’s the rule.”

She shook her head defiantly. “I need to know how long this will go on,” she said. “How long am I supposed to go without an orgasm?”

“You don’t
need
to know anything,” I countered. “But if you don’t think you can control yourself, maybe this has to end.”

“No!” she almost shouted, her whole body shivering at the thought. “No. I can. Just please, not your fingers. I can take your cock.”

Yes, you certainly can,
I thought to myself with a wry grin that I didn’t dare show.

I picked up my brutal pace again, my cock surging, my whole body practically howling for the release I’d started craving the moment I first looked at her. She was captivating, all right. The kind of woman who’d consume your every though. The kind of woman you’d break rules for.

“Stop,” she practically sobbed, just as I felt her inner muscles start to tighten. Gritting my teeth with the effort, I did. Deep inside, she was still pulsing.

“Did you come?” I demanded, breathless.

“No.” Her voice was very small. “But I’m going to.”

“Thought you said you couldn’t.” I almost wanted to laugh, but my body was screaming.

“Couldn’t.” Every muscle was taut with the effort of holding back. I knew how she felt. “Not before you.”

With every ounce of self control I had left, I pulled out of her, tortuously slow. She let out a long, ragged moan.

“Get up,” I said, heatedly. “Kneel.”

I pointed to the floor next to the bed. She did as I asked, on shaking limbs.

Sitting down on the edge of the mattress, I spread my hand wide and flat on the back of her head, pulling it towards my twitching cock. “You won’t come from this, will you?” I asked, sarcastically.

“I don’t think so,” she whimpered.

Oh, this woman was further gone than even I had imagined.

But it didn’t matter. She’d have to be some kind of tantric wizard to bring herself to orgasm in the amount of time it was going to take me to fill her mouth. I’d been waiting for too long.

She went to her task eagerly, closing her mouth around the throbbing head and taking in as much as she could. Suckling, laving her tongue along every sensitive spot I had, taking out all of her frustrations on me, in the most delicious way.
 

“You like that?” I whispered. “You like tasting yourself...”

And that was all I managed before she swirled her tongue around the ridge between head and shaft, with quick, practiced movements that left me without the power of speech. I groaned, my whole body tensing with anticipation before the pleasure exploded.

My cock jumped and spurted in her mouth, and she swallowed obediently. Her eyes were still wild, but she’d calmed slightly, like the reward of pleasuring me was almost enough, in and of itself.

Almost.

“Good girl,” I said roughly. “Well done. I’m proud of you.”

She lifted her head a little, preening. But her smile would be disappearing soon enough.

I turned away to go retrieve my clothes, and she scrambled to her feet, coming after me.

“Don’t I get a reward?” she purred, catching up to me and laying her hand on my arm.

Gritting my teeth, I shrugged her off. She really wasn’t making this easy on me.

“That’s not how this works,” I said, firmly.

Her expression darkened. She wasn’t just being bratty now, she was actually angry with me. “That’s not fair,” she insisted, standing in front of me with her arms crossed. She seemed to have forgotten that she was naked, or she simply didn’t care. “I thought it was supposed to be all about what I want.”

Sighing, I raked my fingers through my hair. “Do you want to stop this, Madison?”

She worried her lower lip between her teeth. “No,” she said, finally. “But I want to understand what’s going on.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I’m giving you what you want,” I said. “Do you trust me?”

Letting out a long breath, she looked at me plaintively. “I do,” she said. “God knows why.”

“Then get dressed,” I said, buttoning my shirt.

For a moment, she held her breath. And I would never let it show, but I was holding mine, too.

Then, slowly, she went to her pile of clothes and began to re-dress. Mechanically, and with clumsy fingers, but she did it. She did it without question, and without protest.

She was ready.

And I was more than ready, but I had to let her wait a little longer. I had to let her think that she was going home without a climax, with her clit aching, with my order still ringing in her ears. She wasn’t to come again until I gave her permission. And how long would that be?

How long could she wait? How much could her body withstand? I could practically see the questions swirling in her mind. But she had managed to push past resentment, and into a sort of acceptance.
 

She could wait much longer than she thought. I was confident of that. I’d seen it before. But me, I was tired of waiting.

Even
my
patience has its limits, and Madison was testing every single one of them.

“Tell me,” I said, watching her snap to attention at the sound of my voice. “How do you feel?”

Taking a deep breath, she considered her words. “Shaky,” she said. “Lightheaded.”

“Be more specific.”

She frowned a little. “Aroused?” she tried, her voice a little husky as it wrapped around the word.
 

“More specific.” I took a step closer, and she shuddered.

“I feel like I might explode,” she said. “Walking home, just my thighs rubbing together is going to be...” She sucked in a breath.
 

“If you feel yourself start to lose control, what will you do?”
 

“I’ll stop walking,” she said, softly. “Until I calm down.”

“Very good,” I said. “What if I told you to take the train?”

A pained expression crossed her face. “The shaking,” she said. “I won’t be able to...” She stopped, swallowed hard, and sighed. “I guess I could always stand up,” she said.

I nodded. “Good thinking, Madison.”

She stood there, expectantly, for a long moment.

Steadily, I held her gaze, not letting her see that I was doubting my own plans. All I wanted was to throw her across the bed and push her skirt up to her waist, to taste the unmistakable evidence of her desire on my tongue. To make her scream my name, over and over again, until she was exhausted.

But no, that wasn’t right. She needed something else. She needed to be owned, and controlled, in such a profound way that it left no doubts or questions in her mind. She didn’t want a lover. She wanted a Master.

I picked up her purse and handed it to her.

“Take the train home,” I said. “Stay in your seat. When you feel like you can’t hold it back anymore, call me.”

Her eyes were like saucers. She wanted, very badly, to ask what I would do when I picked up the phone. What I would say.

With a deep breath, she replied, “yes, Sir.”

After I saw her to the door, she hesitated on the stoop, like she was expecting a kiss. But if I allowed myself that luxury, I wouldn’t be able to let her go. I’d drag her back inside for every selfish desire I wanted to act out on her body, and she’d love it, but -

No, it wasn’t what she needed.

“Call me,” I said. “Don’t forget.”

She let out a tiny, breathless laugh. As if she could forget. As if there’d be any part of that train ride that wasn’t consumed with thoughts of me.

I smiled, knowingly, and let her go.
 

Drawing the shades and settling down on the sofa, I waited. I knew it wouldn’t take long. My cock was starting to swell again, thinking about her exquisite agony as she walked to the station, her swollen pussy lips rubbing together and stoking the fire that I’d sparked inside her. I pressed my palm against the growing tent in my trousers, casually, wanting to make it last. Already, my pulse was racing.

I double-checked the timetable, and right about the moment when she’d be boarding, I unzipped. Slowly. I was hard and leaking already, my prick refusing to acknowledge that it had been serviced just minutes before. In my other hand, I held my phone.

After five minutes, I began to stroke, slowly.
 

After seven minutes, I had to stop, squeezing the base, holding myself back.

After ten minutes, I started again.

After fifteen minutes, my phone buzzed in my hand. In my other hand, my cock jumped.

I cleared my throat before answering. “Hello?”

“I’m...” she was panting lightly, having trouble finding the words between. “I can’t wait any more.”

If she could see my ruthless grin, she’d either come on the spot, or smack me across the face. Maybe both.

“Yes you can,” I said, soothingly. “I’m sure you can. You’re so much stronger than you think, Madison.”

She swallowed hard. “I can’t,” she whispered.
 

“But you are,” I countered. “Right now. And you’re going to keep doing it. Just a few minutes longer. Is there anyone else near you?”

She was silent for a moment, breathing heavily. “Across from me,” she said, finally, very softly. “I’m afraid to look at them. They’re probably staring.”

“Perfect,” I said. “Do you know what I’m doing right now, Madison?”

“I think so,” she whispered. “Is it something you’d get arrested for, if you were sitting where I’m sitting right now?”

I hummed a soft assent. “How does that make you feel?”

She laughed softly. “Powerful,” she said. “Is that strange?”

“Not at all,” I told her, stroking a little faster. “You’re doing so well - just a little bit longer.”

The noise she made was somewhere between a breath and a whine. “What if I can’t? Are you going to punish me?”

“I won’t have to,” I assured her, my voice catching slightly as my own pleasure spiked, then ebbed slightly as I pulled my hand away. “One more minute, Madison.”

She was panting harder. “I...you...please...”

Swallowing hard, I gripped my dick. “Thirty seconds.”

I wasn’t actually counting. I couldn’t.
 

“Sir,” she moaned softly, and I could practically see her struggling not to arch in her seat, not to draw the attention of the other passengers. “Oh, God, I can’t...”

“Five,” I interrupted her, voice rough. “Four. Three. Two.”

My cock surged.

“
Come
.”

The soft noise that caught in her throat was my undoing. Dimly, I heard the sound of her phone clattered to the floor as it fell from her boneless grasp. Hips jerking, thrusting into my hand, the first jet of my come went straight past my chest and hit the sofa cushion behind me.

“Madison?” I said softly, when I could speak again. “Are you still there?”

There was a series of fumbling noises, and then the line went dead.

I waited there for a few minutes, phone in hand, before I gave up and busied myself with cleaning up the sofa. All things considered, I hadn’t taken Madison for one of those people who’d turn and run the moment she was confronted with the depth of her own sensuality. It wasn’t an unusual reaction, mind - it just didn’t particularly suit her.

This happened so often, in fact, that I’d managed to inoculate myself against the inevitable disappointment. Mostly. But Madison was different.

She wanted this. She’d craved it, she’d come alive with me, and there had been no sense of shame. I hadn’t misjudged her. I was almost sure of it.

No, scratch that, I was sure.

Something went wrong.

Was it possible that she’d run into some kind of trouble, because of what I’d ordered her to do? The thought came over me like a cold wave, chilling my blood slightly as I turned my phone over and over again in my hand. It’s a concern that always runs deep in a Dom’s mind, but this time, I’d been stupid. I’d been reckless. I didn’t know Madison well enough, we didn’t have all the arrangements in place - I’d never prepared her for something in public. It was unlikely, but so were a lot of things.

I called once, and immediately got her voicemail.

That night, I laid awake in bed for a long time before I went to sleep.

***

Around noon the next day, while I was going over some paperwork, a knot of unpleasant feelings lodged in my stomach, I heard my doorbell chime. Walking briskly to answer it, I tried to tell myself that it probably wasn’t her. But oh, I wanted it to be.

I steeled myself before looking through the peephole.

Madison.

I opened the door, briskly, as if I’d been interrupted in the middle of something important. Relief flooded my chest at the sight of her, but I didn’t let it show. I folded my arms and stared at her.

“Sir,” Madison whispered, breathlessly. “I’m so sorry. My phone...I dropped it...”

“I gathered that.”

“...it broke.” She sighed. “I feel so stupid. I’m going to the store later. I came running over here on my lunch break. I didn’t want you to think...”