From Leather to Lace

by Jasmine Hill

  “Maxwell, don’t, it’s not worth it.” Sarah grabbed his arm but he only shook her off.

  “Go ahead, McIver. Is Sarah your property now? Typical bloody tycoon behaviour—anything you want, you get, is that right?”

  Adam and Roxy, noticing the altercation, rushed over and Adam tried unsuccessfully to get between the two men.

  Maxwell loomed over James, his jaw clenched tight with barely restrained anger. “You obviously don’t think very highly of Sarah, if you think she would allow herself to be categorised as someone’s property. She makes up her own mind as to who she wants to see and it’s not you.” Maxwell was pressed against James’ chest, his eyes blazing with fury. “I’m not going to tell you again—keep your hands off her.” Sarah didn’t appreciate being referred to in such a manner but she thought it wiser to stay quiet.

  Max turned from James and was reaching for her hand when James spoke again, his voice loud and reverberating. “Where the hell do you get off telling me what to do, McIver?”

  Suddenly the air whooshed out of Max as James’ body hit him hard from behind. He staggered forward a few steps before he recovered and quickly turned around to face his antagonist. Sarah felt Maxwell tense, then his hand formed a fist and he swung just as James propelled himself forward. Max’s fist landed hard on James’ jaw. The resulting impact snapped his head back and he staggered backwards, working hard to stay on his feet.

  “You deserved that,” Max growled at him. “If I so much as see you look in Sarah’s direction, I’m going to take you apart.”

  A small crowd had gathered and Max had to force his way through the crush of bodies to reach Sarah. “I’m sorry about that,” he said to her. “That prick just doesn’t know when to quit.”

  Roxy appeared in front of them and quickly pulled Sarah to one side. “I’m sorry about James, Sar. He’s jealous of Max, always has been. He resents his success and thinks that everything comes too easily to him. He also has a thing for you so when he found out that the two of you are together it made him crazy. In fact, I’m pretty sure that he orchestrated this whole thing to start a fight with Max. Adam is trying to calm him down.”

  “Well, I think he is going to be sore tomorrow, Maxwell definitely has a killer right hook,” Sarah responded. “We’d better go—I don’t want to rile James any further. I’ll call you tomorrow.” She gave Roxy a quick hug and turned back to Maxwell.

  “Let’s go,” he said holding his hand out to her.

  “Where are we going?” she asked as they walked towards the door.

  “I thought we’d head back to my place,” he replied as he took out his mobile and spoke tersely into it, asking his driver to pick them up at the entrance.

  “You have a driver?”

  “Not all the time. The company employs a driver and I use him sometimes.”

  A moment later a sleek black Mercedes pulled to a stop in front of them. Max opened the back door for her then followed her in.

  Sarah cast a sidelong look at him. He was on edge, his shoulders and jaw rigid with tension. She placed her hand on his knee, leaned up and brushed her lips over his. “Relax,” she murmured against his ear.

  He smiled at her. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I didn’t intend for that to happen. I guess I get ten out of ten for ruining an evening.”

  “James didn’t give you much choice, Maxwell, you were only defending yourself. Roxy thinks he deliberately picked a fight with you.”

  “I’m sure he did,” he replied dryly. “Let’s try to forget about it. I don’t want to think about that guy any longer.”

  * * * *

  At the house they relaxed on the balcony with coffee and watched the city lights twinkling across the harbour.

  Maxwell stood and stretched. “It’s late, are you ready for bed?”

  In answer Sarah stood and held her hand out to him—she wanted nothing more than to go to bed with him and to feel his strong arms wrapped around her.

  He took her hand and pulled her into an embrace. She looked up at him as he lowered his head to hers and brushed her lips lightly with his own. The gesture was so gentle, so seductive, it sent shivers down her spine.

  Maxwell scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom where he gently set her on her feet. He cupped her chin and tilted her head up to meet his lips before he kissed her deeply. He ran one hand down her back to rest on her bottom where he squeezed gently and pulled her tightly to him. She could feel his erection pressed into her stomach and she rubbed against him. He groaned into her mouth and pressed featherlight kisses from her lips to her neck until he reached the sensitive skin behind her ear where he nibbled her softly.

  “I want you naked,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled her jacket off her shoulders and discarded it. He ran his lips down the column of her throat as he undid her jeans. She arched her head back and fisted her hands in his hair, pressing him against her. He pulled away from her gently, knelt before her and tugged her jeans and panties down her legs. She rested her hands on his shoulders to steady herself and stepped out of them. She gazed down at him as he ran his mouth up the inside of her thigh, kissing a burning trail up her calf to her knee and upwards until he reached the apex of her thighs where he flicked his tongue lightly and teasingly over her moist folds.

  “I love how you taste,” he said huskily against her skin before he thrust his tongue into her deeply.

  She fisted her hands in his hair and moaned, pressing him closer and revelling in the sensation of his mouth on her sex. He lapped at her sensuously, grasping her hips to hold her steady. Hot desire swelled inside her and her every nerve end tingled as his mouth and tongue continued to assault her most sensitive places. He removed one hand from her hip and slipped two fingers inside her and caressed the soft inner wall of her pussy before pumping them in and out of her slowly while he sucked her clitoris. She groaned and felt her legs start to wobble and she swayed against him. He removed his fingers and grasped her hips tighter as he thrust his tongue into her more deeply. She gasped loudly as she felt the pressure inside her building—she was so close and desperate to reach that magnificent pinnacle. She threw one leg over his shoulder and thrust herself into his mouth as she clasped his shoulders tightly. She teetered on the abyss until with a loud cry and shudder, she climaxed violently against him.

  He swiftly stood upright and caught her in his arms as her sudden orgasm left her weak and boneless. She was panting, perspiration glistening on her face, as he kissed her softly.

  “Wow,” she muttered, “that was quick.”

  Maxwell wrapped his arms around her, picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. She removed her sequinned top and unclasped her bra and watched as he quickly undressed and joined her. His body was hard and muscular and made her breath hitch in appreciation. He really did have a spectacular body and right now that body was gliding slowly towards hers, inciting in her a wild anticipation and urgent need to have him touch her again.

  “You are so beautiful, Sarah.” He pressed her shoulders gently to the mattress. His lips touched hers lightly before he plunged his tongue into her mouth as his kiss turned urgent and rough. She moaned appreciatively and threw her arms around his neck as she thrust her hips up furiously, wanting to feel him against her.

  “Not so fast, baby,” he commanded as he ran a hand lightly down her side to her hip. She gasped as his fingers found the delicate folds between her thighs. He dipped one finger then two inside her, making her cry out in pleasure as she bucked against him.

  He kissed her lazily and caressed her tongue with his, probing her mouth in time with the sweet rhythm of his fingers moving in and out of her. She felt the pressure start to mount once more, felt that familiar tightening and fluttering in her core.

  “I can tell that you’re close. Come again for me, baby,” he demanded, his mouth on hers, as he continued a slow, sensual assault on her sex. He ran a wet finger over the swollen nub of her clitoris and massaged the swollen bundle of nerves until
she climaxed again, digging her fingers into the hard muscles of his shoulders as she shuddered around him.

  “I can feel it when you come, it’s such a turn-on when you spasm around me.”

  She felt his erection hard and throbbing against her belly. She reached between their bodies and grasped him to stroke him hard.

  “God, baby, I’m so hot for you right now, if you keep doing that I’ll come too soon,” he ground between clenched teeth.

  “You come for me now,” she whispered as she continued to stroke him.

  “Not like this. I need to be inside you,” he insisted, pulling away from her and reaching into the bedside table. He sheathed himself quickly. His eyes, dark and hungry with need, met hers as he grasped her knees and forced them up against her chest so she was fully open to him before he plunged inside her hard and fast.

  She gasped at the sensation of him stretching and filling her.

  “Fuck, you are so tight and wet,” he growled as he stilled inside her and tried to maintain control.

  She wriggled beneath him, desperate for him to move. “Please, Maxwell,” she begged.

  “Not yet, baby. Let me feel you around me.” After what seemed like an eternity he pulled out of her slowly, right to the head, then plunged into her again deeply. She groaned and dug her fingernails into his shoulders as he dipped his head to her breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting on it then soothing her with his tongue. She opened her legs wider and bucked her hips as he thrust into her again. Moving her hands down his back, she grabbed his backside and pulled him more deeply into her, arching her back to thrust her breast farther into his mouth.

  He brought his head up so he could stare into her eyes before he dropped his mouth to her ear and bit softly on her earlobe. She gasped as the sensation sent a quiver of pleasure straight to her centre. She moaned and ran a hand up his spine to grab a fistful of his hair to hold him to her.

  “Come on, baby. Come for me one more time,” he muttered against her ear as his thrusts became faster and harder. He slammed into her again and again, grinding his pelvis against hers so he rubbed deliciously against her clitoris each time he pushed into her. She felt the ripples of pleasure start to crest as she frantically bucked against him.

  “Oh God, I’m close,” she cried as he swept her higher and higher until at last she was at the summit where she teetered deliciously on the brink before tumbling into a toe-curling orgasm. She clenched around him, her internal muscles milking him and triggering his own climax.

  * * * *

  Sarah awoke to the delicious smell of coffee mixed with the scent of Maxwell’s aftershave as he leaned over her and kissed her good morning. She stirred and opened her eyes. He was dressed for work in a smart business suit, collared shirt and dark blue tie. He looked sexy and powerful and the mere sight of him set a fluttering deep in her belly.

  “I have to go, sweetness, I have an early meeting. Stay as long as you like. I’ll send the car back to pick you up and take you home.”

  “I can call for a taxi,” she mumbled sleepily. “I don’t want to put anyone out.”

  “You won’t be putting anyone out, Sarah. Will I see you this evening?”

  She stretched as she tried to form a response. “I have to work tonight and, being a Friday, I expect it will be a late one.”

  She thought she detected a slight narrowing of his eyes as he studied her intently. “What about tomorrow, will you come out on my boat?”

  “Tomorrow I can do,” she said with a smile as she sat up to brush a kiss across his cheek.

  “Good. I’ll pick you up at ten.” He ran his finger lightly down her jaw before he stood up. “I’ll see you then,” he said as he left the room.

  Ten was a little earlier than she normally liked to make arrangements after an evening of work, but the anticipation of seeing Maxwell would no doubt keep her energised. She smiled to herself as she slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. She would have a quick shower, head home and try for some more sleep before she left for Fantasy.

  Chapter Seven

  After bending to slip on a shoe, Mistress Kitty stood and assessed her reflection in the mirror—not too bad. She wore fishnet suspender stockings with stiletto platforms. Her leather skirt was split up the middle to her waist. Underneath she wore a red and black corset body suit. Her nipples were tantalisingly perceptible beneath the gauze bustier and her dark hair hung in a thick braid over one shoulder.

  As she applied the finishing touches to her makeup she brooded about the previous week and her sessions for that evening. She had only managed to spend Thursday night with Maxwell owing to her commitments as Mistress Kitty, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to make up reasonable excuses for the evenings, particularly when he had suggested that he might stop by the restaurant where she had said she worked. She suspected that her waitressing pretext would soon generate further questions. It was fortunate that he hadn’t questioned her explanations thus far but she wondered how long she could keep up the charade.

  Then there was her feeling of restlessness, which she felt sure was affecting her work, as her mind just didn’t seem to be on the job—not that her job required too much discussion or in-depth thinking, she reflected, but any perception of preoccupation just wasn’t fair to her clients. That brought her thoughts full circle to that evening and a particular client that was causing her anxiety—Mr X.

  She had noticed yesterday that Mr X had booked another Friday evening session. Even though she had told Mr X she wouldn’t agree to another session with him, she hadn’t in fact mentioned anything to Madam Boudica. After some reflection, she had decided that another session with Mr X could provide an interesting diversion. After all, Mistress Kitty was a Dominatrix and it would take more than a challenging client to put her off her game.

  When she had asked Madam Boudica about Mr X she had merely replied that Mistress Kitty had once again been requested specifically and that he wouldn’t accept anyone else.

  Kitty had managed to push thoughts of him aside but as the evening loomed closer she couldn’t help but think about him. She recalled their last session and she felt a fluttering of desire as she remembered his hard body and the feelings that he had evoked in her, and consequently she was more than a little nervous about their impending session that evening. However, she determined to keep the upper hand this time around as it wouldn’t do her reputation as a Dominatrix any favours to have a client get the better of her. Checking her watch, she headed out of the door and downstairs to meet Monty who would drive her the short distance to Fantasy.

  * * * *

  Mistress Kitty had just finished her third session for the evening and was in her dressing room reapplying her makeup before Mr X’s session. She was rather tired and hoped fervently that Mr X would behave himself and act like the submissive he was supposed to be. She didn’t think that she was up to a sparring match. Donning her mask, she took one quick look in the mirror and, satisfied with her appearance, she left her dressing room and headed to the dungeon.

  Mr X was waiting for her and, like last time, the sight of him took her breath away. He definitely had one of the best bodies that she had seen on a man—in fact, he was uncannily similar in build to Maxwell, which gave her a sudden sense that he seemed familiar. Then just as quickly the sense of familiarity disappeared. Warily she stepped over the threshold and faced Mr X. She thought she could detect a narrowing of his eyes beneath the mask he wore as his gaze travelled the length of her body.

  “Something doesn’t please you, Mr X?” she purred.

  “I am very pleased,” he replied. “What man wouldn’t be when your assets are so temptingly on display?”

  Smiling slyly, Mistress Kitty drew her whip up and, with a flick of her wrist, expertly sent it whistling through the air with a loud crack.

  “Intimidation tactics now, is it?” he asked mockingly.

  “I’m merely warming up,” she snapped as she stepped towards him. Quickly she sp
un him around to face the wall, then grasping one of his arms, then the other, she locked the wall manacles securely around his wrists. She paced back and kicked each of his legs apart until they were level with the floor shackles and stooping quickly, she swiftly secured him by each ankle until he was fastened in a star-shaped configuration.

  “No resistance this time, Mr X?” she asked, surprised that he had so willingly allowed her to shackle him.

  “I’d like to see Mistress Kitty in action,” he replied drily. “Do your worst.”

  “Confirm the safe word,” she demanded.

  “Red.”

  She further asked him to confirm the words and actions that would determine how much force she would use. When she was satisfied that he remembered all the instructions she prepared to begin.

  “Are you ready for my whip, Mr X? You were a very naughty boy last session,” she said, snapping her whip for emphasis.

  Stepping forward, she ran the handle of the whip hard down the middle of his back, stopping just above the waist of his leather pants. She couldn’t help but admire the way the rigid plane of his back and shoulders rippled deliciously under her touch.

  She looped the whip to her side and picked up two clamps, similar in appearance to sharp pegs, then ducked under his arm so she could face him. She ran a finger along his tightly clenched jaw then caressed her hands lightly up and down his chest until she felt him shudder. She raised the clamps and attached one to each of his nipples, making him grunt at the sudden pressure.

  “It did say in your notes, Mr X, that you enjoy pain,” she murmured as she tweaked each clamp to test it was secure. He hissed a breath between clenched teeth but said nothing.

  She ducked back under his arm and unlooped the whip from her waist. She ran the handle up and down his spine once more, enjoying the ripple effect of his muscles, before she drew it behind her and sent it whistling through the air to land on his back. His body arched at the contact. She waited a moment for him to adjust to the sensation and to give him a chance to say his safe word. When he said nothing, she drew the whip back a second time and sent it once more cracking through the air to land on its target.