Waiting for Master (BDSM Erotica) (2 page)

Jonathan strolled casually out of
the bathroom and Harriet’s throat constricted. A tight t-shirt stretched across
his chest and he wore loose jogging bottoms again but they still hugged his
arse. He pulled open a door in the nearest chest and drew out a bottle of
champagne and two glasses.

“I know
it’s
midday,” he said with a grin, “but I’d like celebrate meeting you again.” He
popped the cork and poured the champagne. “I must confess you haunted many of
my dreams when I was in college.”

Harriet flushed and took the
champagne, taking a quick gulp to cover her embarrassment. “I’m afraid I don’t
remember you.”

Jonathan laughed. “That doesn’t
surprise me. I was a geek.”

“No!” She
couldn’t
imagine this gorgeous, confident man had a geeky bone in his body.

“Unfortunately, yes.” He
considered her for a moment as he took a sip of champagne. “What brings you
back to
Hartslow
? Last I heard
,
you had moved to the city.”

“Divorce,” she said simply.

He motioned to the chairs and
pulled one back for her. Lowering herself into the chair, she watched as he sat
with ease.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. He was an arsehole.”

He chuckled. “Actually, I’m not
sorry, especially if he was an arsehole. If he lost you then he must have been
an idiot. I wouldn’t let you go so easily, Harriet.”

Harriet spluttered and dropped
her glass onto the cabinet beside her.
“T-Thanks.”
She
shifted in her chair as he eyed her intensely. One part of her wanted to shrink
back from him while the other wanted to throw herself at his feet. “Well, it
was very nice to meet you but Mum will be waiting.” She went to stand but he
motioned for her to sit and she instinctively obeyed, dropping back into the
chair.

His lips twitched as he noted her
reaction. “Let me send someone down to tell her not to wait.” Without waiting
for a response, he grabbed the phone from the bedside table.  “Charles?
Can you find Elaine and our visitor and tell them that Miss Green and I are
going to do some catching up.” He glanced at her with a knowing twinkle in his
eye. “Yes, we’re old school friends. Tell Mrs Green that I’ll bring Harriet
home…later.”
Placing
down the phone, he strolled over to her. “So…do you like what you see then?”

Harriet gulped. Did he mean him
or the room? Heat coiled in her womb and she sucked in a breath as she pulled
up her chin. “Yes,” she breathed.

His jaw ticked as he stared at
her, tracing her lips, her long blonde hair, the curve of her breasts. Her skin
tingled under his inspection. She jumped when he finally spoke.

“This may be really forwards but
I don’t do subtle. I like you, Harriet.
A lot.
I want to
spend some time…getting to know you. I think you’d like the same.”

Chewing her lip, Harriet pondered
this. Did he mean what she thought he meant? Oh God, she hoped so. It would be just
what she needed.
A good hard fuck.
She glanced around
at the whips and laughed. A good hard whipping too, if she was honest.

“I think I would.”

A grin broke across his handsome
face and he grabbed her hand, stroking his thumb across her knuckles. “I get
the feeling that you and I want very similar things, Harriet.”

She grinned back. “I think you
may be right.” Reaching for her champagne, she drained the glass. “So what do
we do first?”

Jonathan chuckled. “Have you ever
been dominated before?”

She shook her head. “Not really.
I mean a bit of spanking before I got married but that was it. Will - my ex -
wasn’t into it.”

“Then he was an idiot. There’s
nothing better than the sight of a woman’s arse quivering and red after a good
beating.”

Harriet shivered at his words and
the promise behind them. She stared up at him as he wrapped his hands around
the top of her arms, pulling her to her feet. With great leisure, he pushed his
fingers under her hair and brought his mouth down onto hers. Harriet gasped as
her cunt pulsed with need and he deepened the kiss. Oh yes, this was the best
decision
she’d
ever made.

His hand stroked up her leg,
coming underneath her dress to cup at her arse. A careful finger worked its way
under the elastic of her knickers. She moaned as he probed her folds.

“Bloody hell, you’re wet.”

“Yes,” she murmured against his
lips.

“You are going to feel so good
wrapped around my cock.”

“Yes,” she groaned as his fingers
explored further.

Jonathan snatched his hand away
suddenly and thrust her back, his hands on her shoulders. “When I say I want to
dominate you, I am deadly serious, Harriet. Once we start, there is no going
back. You will do whatever I ask of you.”

Her pulse hammered as she
considered his words.
Yes, yes, yes, this is what you want,
her mind
whispered.

 “Are you willing to place
yourself at my mercy?” he persisted.

“Yes,” she replied without a
moment’s hesitation. “Yes, Master,” she added with a sly grin.

Jonathan nodded with
satisfaction. “Fuck, you are going to make such a good slave.” He came to stand
in front of her and she shivered as he ran his eyes appreciatively over her
body. “Take off your dress.”

She hesitated for a moment, taken
aback by the suddenness of his demand, but her hands still came up to the
straps of her summer dress and she pushed it down around her ankles, stepping
carefully out of it.

“Now your bra.”

Harriet’s breasts ached at the
thought of his eyes upon them and she eagerly unhooked her bra and flung it to
one side. Her nipples pebbled instantly as his gaze raked over her.

“Fuck, Harriet, you are
stunning.”

She released a small smile at his
words. Coming from him, they seemed so genuine. She felt truly beautiful around
Jonathan.

Stepping forward, he traced a
path over her breasts, swirling around her nipples and over her belly before
tracing the line of her knickers around to her bottom. He plucked briefly at
them allowing them to ping against her buttocks and she let out a surprised
yelp. He cupped at her buttocks, kneading them in his hand before dipping
between her legs.

“Keep still,” he commanded as she
pressed into his finger.

Fighting the urge to pump against
him, she froze as he continued his exploration of her body. Jonathan came
around behind her and pushed her forwards with the press of his hand on her
back, forcing her bottom out. He yanked down her underwear and coaxed her to
step out of them. Then he pulled her ass cheeks apart and she could feel his
hot breath against her wet sex as he leant over to eye her.
He toyed with her folds before
skimming up over her puckered hole. She tensed as he pressed a finger
experimentally against it but his finger retreated and she let out a breath.

Pulling her straight, Jonathan
urged her to put her wrists behind her back. He left her briefly and she heard
him rummaging in one of the mahogany chests but Harriet remained where she was.
Her wrists
were bound
behind her back in some soft,
but tight, restraints. A mask came suddenly over her eyes and she gasped as the
world went black. Never before had she felt so vulnerable.
Or
so aroused.

His hand came around her arm and
he led her across the room.  He twisted her around and her knees hit the
back of a chair. Pressing her gently into the chair, Harriet felt the prickle
of velvet against her bottom and back.

He coaxed her knees apart and
lifted one leg over the solid arm of the chair before doing the same to the
other one. Christ, she
was completely exposed
now.
Cool air fluttered over her heated pussy as she sat with her legs spread almost
as far apart as they could possibly go.

A soft tie came around her ankle
and she gave an experimental tug. Jonathan must have tied it to the chair. The
other ankle
was tied
now and she was completely at his
mercy. She trembled with anticipation and, if she was honest, with fear.

“You should see how hot you look,
Harriet.  Your cunt is practically begging for my cock.” His voice came to
her ear and she jumped, not realising he was so close.

Harriet
couldn’t
respond, her throat was too clogged to do so. Warm fingers traced over her
breasts, weighing each one. She remained bolt upright, unable to lean back with
her hands bound behind her. Her legs pressed uncomfortably into the carved arms
of the chair.

 Her pulse hammered as a
buzzing noise suddenly sounded.
Don’t
be
stupid, Harriet, it’s just a vibrator.

Jonathan traced a path up her
thigh with what seemed to be a small vibrator and she whimpered as he neared
her juncture. He pressed it against her folds, circling her clit but never
quite touching it. Longing burned in her sex and she attempted to buck against
it but her restraints kept her still.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,
oh
please fuck me.

Finally, the vibrator hit her bud
and she let out a cry as he pushed it against her sensitive core. Unable to
retreat from its onslaught, she whimpered and moaned as her pussy pulsated in
response. She was close, so close.

The delicious torment retreated
suddenly and she had to bite her lips to keep from screaming in frustration.

“This may hurt,”
Jonathan
told her quietly and she stiffened. “But it will be
worth it, I promise.”

Her breathing hitched as she
waited. What was he doing? Shit, why didn’t he just get it
over
and done with
?

There was a sudden
woosh
sound and a crack as pain shot through her pussy. She
screamed in surprise as her nether lips burnt. He was spanking her pussy!
With a crop, by the sound of it.
Fuck.
Then the
vibrator was back on her folds, soothing the sting and urging her to climax. It
withdrew once more and Harriet knew what was to come this time. She tensed,
turning her head to the side as if she could somehow avoid it.

Crack
. Her pussy throbbed and pounded
as the crop met her tender flesh. She could feel the moisture gathering between
her legs in response to his brutal attentions. Then just as she was expecting
the vibrator back, another shock of pain surged through her as Jonathan brought
the crop down. The sting quickly dissipated and Harriet realised that she was
close to coming.

“Oh, please…” she begged, unsure
of whether she was begging for the crop or the vibrator.

“Quiet,” Jonathan snapped and
emphasised his words with a sharp slap of the crop.

The vibrator was back on her
again and it quickly brought her to the edge once more, her body shivering with
need as her pussy clenched and pulsed. Harriet sobbed as the sweet buzz stopped
and the slap of leather resounded through the room. It seemed gentler this
time, or maybe she was getting used to it.

Her bare pussy tingled and stung,
but the leather crop only seemed bring her closer to orgasm. Jonathan brought
it down against her exposed flesh several more times and she strained against
her restraints as a burst of ecstasy flooded through her. He continued to spank
at her nub, smacking and rubbing at it as he coaxed her orgasm from her.

Flopping back as far as she was
able, Harriet attempted to gain her breath as his hands came around her and
released her wrists from the cuffs. He chuckled as her head flopped against his
chest.

“You did well, Harriet. I am
proud of you, my little slut. Not many women could take such a spanking.”

Her heart warmed at his praise of
her. She sighed as he released her legs, gently manoeuvring them back over the
chair legs. They tingled as the blood rushed back into them and Jonathan rubbed
soothingly at her thighs, massaging the marks that the chair had no doubt left
on her skin.

Coaxing her forwards, he pulled
her to her feet but her legs trembled with the aftermath of
being
tied up
and her explosive climax. He caught her as they gave way and he
swept her into his arms. She looped her arms gratefully around his neck as she
nuzzled into him. Wow! What an amazing man he was. Dominating and commanding,
yet sensual and caring.

The soft satin of the bed sheets
enveloped her as he laid her down, propping her up on the thick, luxurious
pillows. Harriet blinked as he removed the blindfold and Jonathan’s devilishly
handsome face came into focus. He pressed an intense kiss to her lips before
standing and moving across the room.

“Stay there.”

Harriet giggled. “I don’t think I
could do anything else.”

His lips twitched as he studied
her, sprawled out on his bed with her puffy and swollen sex on display. What a
slut she must look!

“I’m not done with you yet,” he
promised her. “Are you happy to continue?”