“My name is Jess, Master Rafael.”
“Perfect at last. Now, Jess, take off the blindfold and arrange yourself on the St Andrew’s Cross.”
Heather squeaked, and Master Rafael swatted her on the behind.
“Silence, woman. What’s your name?”
“Heather, Sir.” Another sharp slap made her draw in her breath and gather her wits. “Heather, Master Rafael.”
“Good, but it seems you take a long time to learn what pleases me. You’d better improve and soon. You will retain the blindfold and learn what will be your fate later. You will do it in silence.”
Heather didn’t think he expected an answer, so she kept silent. She missed the comfort of Jess’s strong hand. She’d only known him for a few months, but in that time she’d grown to rely on him. Now here she was blindfolded awaiting God knew what, and Jess was powerless to help her. She couldn’t help herself and another whimper escaped her lips.
“Dratted sub, open your mouth. I don’t know who trained you, but he didn’t do a very good job of it.” A ball gag was pressed into her mouth and fastened firmly, but not too tightly, behind her head. She didn’t much like the shape or the taste of it but thought she’d better just accept it. Her concern began to grow. What’s Master Rafael going to do to Jess?
There were sounds of movement. It was true what they said. When deprived of one sense, her others became more acute.” She heard a rustle and felt a breeze as Master Rafael must have taken off his cape. She wondered if he wore leathers under it. Then came the sound of restraints being fastened and murmured questions, and then Jess said, “Yes, Master Rafael.”
Jess gasped as something met flesh. Was it a whip? Heather didn’t think so. There hadn’t been any whistling sound or “crack,” as she assumed there would be if a whip sliced the air. What was Master Rafael using? Maybe a flogger? That wouldn’t be so bad then. Jess begin to pant and moan. He liked to be flogged, she knew. Heather felt her arousal ramp up. Her nipples hardened to aching pebbles. She rubbed her thighs together and received a sharp slap for her reward.
“Legs shoulder width apart. No more of that. Wait your turn. It will come soon enough.”
The cream ran down her legs as she heard the flogger connect with Jess’s flesh again. He began to moan again, and he must be moving as there was the creak of what she assumed were the leather restraints. Then it stopped, only to be replaced by the sharp, slapping sound as a hand pumped back and forth over engorged flesh. Jess’s cock was beautiful in arousal, and she imagined what it would look like now in Master Rafael’s hand. Jess sobbed and moaned, and she knew he was close to coming. He was silent for a few seconds, and then he groaned as his orgasm flowed over him. She imagined his hips bucking and his lovely bottom tightening as he shot his cum out in creamy jets. She knew that groan, and she knew how he looked as his eyes rolled up in his head and he came.
He’d taken her often enough, and she conjured up the mental picture of him over her, resting on his hands, his hips bucking and finally collapsing on top of her where they always lay for a while as their hearts hammered together. She loved those moments. She moaned through the gag, a sense of loss pervading her. Then came the murmur of voices, the creak as restraints were unfastened. The two men walked across the room. One’s steps were firm and the other’s halting. The bed creaked as they must have lain down upon it.
“There, there. You did so well. Rest now. Let me hold you and feel your heart beating close to mine.” Master Rafael’s voice was different. Soothing, soft, and comforting. The wet sound of passionate kisses, added to all the rest, was driving her wild. She was aroused and horny as hell. Being blindfolded allowed her imagination to run wild, and she suspected Master Rafael knew his business very well. He’d chosen to leave her until last as she’d been nervous and unsure. Now she was aching to be fucked. She would have screamed in frustration had she not been gagged. As it was, an inarticulate sound left her, and Master Rafael chuckled.
“There now, settle back on the pillows, and I will cover you. Wait for me. I’ll replace your blindfold, and you will listen to what happens to Heather. You will find it to be an amazing experience.”
Heather heard his footsteps approach, and she shivered in anticipation and fear. The ball gag and the blindfold were removed. She blinked, and when her eyes adjusted to the light, she glanced quickly over to the bed.
“Eyes on me, Heather,” Master Rafael said firmly but not unkindly. She looked into his eyes, and it was as if she’d been struck a blow which drove all the air from her lungs. His eyes were large and dark brown, framed with long, thick, curling lashes. His eyes held her mesmerised like a rabbit in a car’s headlights. She couldn’t look away.
“Come, Heather.” He held out a hand, and she placed hers in it without hesitation. He drew her across the room to a chair with no arms, situated against the wall. Seating himself upon it, he arranged her across his knee then put the other leg over her legs to hold her so she couldn’t move.
“Hands on the floor or you may grasp my ankle if you prefer.”
She wrapped her hands around his ankle, wanting the human contact. She’d been spanked before but only by Jess and never by a stranger. What would he do to her? She soon found out. He gave her a dozen swats, to warm her up she assumed, and then his hand descended with a loud “crack.”
She would have got up if he hadn’t been holding her in place. She squeaked, not able to be totally silent.
“Still the disobedient sub?” Master Rafael asked, but his voice was gentle and seemed even to have a smile in it. She couldn’t look at his face to check.
“Now count. There will be a baker’s dozen.”
What is a baker’s dozen? She soon found out. The first slap landed on her right cheek.
“One,” she said.
“No, no. We begin again.”
What have I done wrong? Oh, his name of course. Damnation. The next slap landed on her left cheek, and she felt it wobble then the heat and the sting of the blow.
“One, Master Rafael.” That must have been it because he continued to slap her. After the first four, the tingle in her bottom and the warm feeling made her cream run down her legs. He noticed of course.
“Well, well, you are enjoying this,” he said, chuckling.
“Thirteen, Master Rafael.” He stopped. So that was a baker’s dozen. She learned something new every day. He reached his hand out, and she heard the top being taken off what she assumed was cream. It turned out to be lotion, and he poured a generous amount onto her back and smoothed it over both buttocks. She loved the smell, minty and fresh, and her bottom tingled as he worked it into her skin. The feeling was wonderful, and his hands were tender, loving and so strong and firm. He kneaded her bottom, and although it was a mite uncomfortable, she loved the feel of his hands on her and almost purred in her delight. She whined a protest as one hand left off the massaging, but then three long fingers entered her pussy and she arched her back into them. Master Rafael soon found her G-spot. His skilful fingers rubbed over it, and Heather clutched his ankle tighter.
He began to fuck her with his fingers, scissoring and twisting his hand as he withdrew only to push them into her deeper than before. Connecting with her G-spot, he made her writhe and moan. He withdrew his hand and turned her over. Holding her upper body to his chest with one hand, he parted the folds of her pussy and, finding her clit throbbing and swollen, he rubbed it gently and slowly at first but with ever-increasing pressure. She wanted him to go faster but didn’t dare to ask in case he stopped, and then she felt the beginnings of her orgasm gathering in her limbs. It was a slow but inevitable wave of the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever felt. The wave rolled over her, and she twitched and clutched at him. She expected it to stop, but very gently he stroked her clit and her orgasm continued. She spasmed and screamed his name as she passed out.
* * * *
Rafael looked at the woman in his arms. She had passed out and was as limp as a rag doll. He picked her u
p and carried her gently to the bed. Placing her beside Jess, he took off the man’s blindfold. Jess smiled when he saw Heather lying beside him, out of her senses. He looked enquiringly at Master Rafael.
“May I speak, Master Rafael?”
“Certainly, Jess. What is it?”
“I always knew she had the potential to achieve great heights of passion. I also knew that I wasn’t the one to take her there. Thank you, Master Rafael.”
Rafael smiled deprecatingly. They were attractive and endearing, these two. He stopped himself there. They were here for one night. He had bought them for one night only. He’d enjoy that, as he hadn’t felt like fucking anybody for a long time, least of all a couple. Maybe he was beginning to get back to his old self. That was beside the point. He’d not be seeing these two again. They were too dangerous and could easily get under his skin. He could not risk it again. They were sweet and deserved better than a damaged human being who was only capable of hurting his subs.
He looked down at the pair of them. Jess was bi-sexual then. That was all to the good, as he liked to watch a pair of good-looking subs fucking. It was a real turn-on for him. Jess had the most amazing gray eyes. In the light in this room, they looked almost silver. His hair was light brown, cut short at the sides. It was longer on top and fell in an endearing cow-lick over his face. Rafael liked what he saw. The candid gaze from those gray eyes was raking his body, and he watched as Jess’s pink tongue snaked out and licked his bottom lip. That strong, pointed tongue with the ball piercing was going to give Rafael a lot of pleasure, and soon. His cock was aching, and he was as horny as hell. Should he wait for Heather to regain her senses or take Jess now? He was anxious to get going. He looked at the smooth chest with prominent nipples, and longed to get them between his teeth. From the panting, he knew that Jess was just as aroused, and he’d come already. Rafael had done his duty by his subs, and now he needed them to pleasure him.
He gazed at Jess. He had short brown hair sprinkled across his chest, arrowing down to his groin where his eager, swollen cock was twitching in anticipation. It was Rafael’s turn to lick his lips. He bent and stroked his thumb over the fat, red head of the man’s cock. He was rewarded with a moan of pleasure and the flaring of desire in the silver-gray eyes. He had long, elegant limbs, a bit on the skinny side. Rafael caught himself up as he thought that Jess would fill out with age. He wasn’t going to be around to see that. Jess had big hands and slim feet, all in all he was a delicious young man, and he was Rafael’s for the whole night. He felt rather than saw other eyes on him.
* * * *
Heather awoke slowly as usual. She felt Jess’s arms around her, she smelled his familiar cologne, and she knew she was safe. Sudden recollection flooded her mind, and her eyes flew open. The sight that met her eyes was a vision. Master Rafael was gazing at Jess, who was panting in arousal. She could feel the increasing rate of his heartbeat. Master Rafael was a superb specimen. His body was muscled and toned, but not overly so. His hair was long and a glossy blue-black that shimmered in the light. He wore it long and held at the back of his head with a band. She wondered what it would be like to tangle her fingers in the long, straight tresses. The crisp curls at his groin were the same shade, as was the hair on his chest, legs, and arms. The golden colour of his skin owed nothing to a fake tan, she was sure, and she longed to stroke his arm to see if it was as soft as she expected. He glowed with health, and then he turned and looked into her eyes. His were big, almost black in colour, fringed with curling lashes under thick arched brows. His nose was patrician, and the deep cleft in his chin spoke of determination.
As she looked into his eyes and saw the deep sadness there, she reached out and touched his arm in sympathy. What had this man suffered to make him so very sad and somehow vulnerable? He put out his hand to caress her cheek. She put her hand over his and felt the warmth and strength as his strong fingers stroked her face, and he continued to gaze deep into her eyes. She wondered what he saw there that kept his gaze fixed on hers so long with such an arrested look in his eyes.
Oh but he was handsome in an exotic foreign way. His cologne was spicy and different. It suited him. She had a very sensitive nose and a real weakness for expensive perfumes. Jess would pull her leg about her extravagance, but he never tried to stop her enjoyment of them.
Master Rafael tipped up her chin and kissed her long and deeply. His tongue stroked over hers, and she responded. He clasped her tighter and deepened the kiss as she rubbed her body along his. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed his long thick cock into her belly. The scent of his cologne combined with his own unique smell was heady, and she felt the moisture flood her pussy and slip down her legs. She heard Jess moan. Master Rafael broke the kiss, and they both looked over to Jess. He was lying down, his gaze fixed on them as he stroked his erect cock. Master Rafael chuckled.
“Time you both gave me some attention. Jess, I have another great use for that. Heather, lie down on your back on the edge of the bed. Jess, go to her head. She’s going to suck that cock while I fuck her. Condoms are in that basket over there. Do you usually wear one with her?”
“No, Master Rafael, we don’t use condoms anymore.”
“Very well, but I will, so give one to Heather, and she can put it on me.”
Heather took the condom, and carefully she held Master Rafael’s cock. It was large and thick with a deep-purple head, and she noticed the drop of pre-cum oozing out of his slit. She rubbed her thumb over it, smearing it over the head, and then, as he caught his breath, she rolled the condom all the way down his thick length.
“On your knees on the bed, Heather. Jess, give me one of those butt plugs and some lube then stand by her head.”
He positioned her as he wanted her, holding up her feet with his hands, and she was eager to take Jess’s cock in her mouth. She was used to his taste and knew exactly what he liked. Then came the cold of the gel on her rear hole and then the tip of the butt plug as he worked it gently but firmly in and out.
“Relax and push back against the plug. This isn’t the first time for you, is it?”
“No, Master Rafael.”
She did as he asked and the soft jelly plug slid all the way home as he grunted in satisfaction. He fucked her with it a few times then she felt the condom press into her pussy. She clenched her muscles around him as she knew Jess loved and was pleased to hear his intake of breath.
“Good girl, now show me what a superb blow job you can give to Jess and how well you can keep it up, whatever I am doing.”
Heather wasn’t sure she’d be able to concentrate on Jess as Master Rafael began to fuck her. His thick cock pushed slowly deep into her cunt at first. She thought he was as deep as he could get, but then a further push with his hips and he sank all the way into her pussy. The curly hairs at the base of his penis rubbed against her. Then gradually the thrusts became deeper, faster, and harder. He massaged her G-spot with every stroke, and then he began to pull out the butt plug as he pushed in with his cock. She had never experienced anything like it. The constant stimulation of both her rear hole and her pussy had her cream flowing. She felt hot and full and very naughty.
“Are you going to suck Jess’s cock?”
She’d forgotten that’s what she’d been told to do, and Jess was standing there his cock twitching as he watched Master Rafael fuck her. She put out her tongue and licked the drop of pre-cum off his dick. She was used to the smell and taste of him, and she loved to tease him by dipping her tongue deep into his slit in short, sharp stabbing motions. When he was panting and grasping her head in both hands, she took his cock deep into her mouth, sucking for all she was worth until it was plain he was almost ready to come, and then she stilled and allowed him to fuck her mouth. Master Rafael reached a hand round to rub her clit, grunting as his hips bucked. He stilled, and she felt the hot rush of his release inside her. He pinched her clit, and wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her cunt gripped Master Rafael’s dick, and Jess came in
her mouth. She swallowed convulsively until he was done then licked him clean. Master Rafael withdrew and removed the condom. Heather collapsed forward on the bed, and Jess climbed onto the bed and held her in his arms. Master Rafael went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and then he returned to the bed and lay down between them. He tucked Jess into his left side and Heather into his right. She felt comfortable and protected and sensed that Jess was happy, too.
“Time we all had a rest, I think. Tell me something about yourselves. When did you meet? How long have you been together?”
“We met in Davy Jones’s Locker and moved in together six months ago.”
“Why did you offer yourselves at the auction?”
“Jess is a switch, but I am submissive, so he always acts the Dom for me, and when he suggested it, I thought we should try it out and see what it was like with a real Dom for us both,” Heather said.
“And has it lived up to your expectations?” Master Rafael asked, chuckling. Heather thought he must be remembering the punishments for speaking when they’d been told not to.
“Yes, Master Rafael, it’s all I hoped it would be,” Jess said. Heather knew he had to say that, but she knew him well and heard the sincerity in his voice. So he was as keen on this Dom as she was? That was good to hear. She so wanted Jess to be happy and have a life the way he wanted it. He always gave her what she needed and wanted but never got what he really desired himself. He had to take all the responsibility, and she knew that must be tiring for him, even though he had never revealed that by so much as a look or a comment. Now they had a real Dom. She stopped herself right there. He was only here for the night, her head said, but her heart was singing and hoping he’d stay for a lot longer than that. Greatly daring, she asked him, “Won’t you tell us a little about yourself, please, Master Rafael?”
“With pleasure. I’m Spanish. I was born in Sevilla in Andalucía in southern Spain. My family were poor, so I took a job as a waiter. I was good at it and soon got a job in London.”
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