“It seems that you are pleased to see me,” Master Rafael said.
So she’d been right. Jess moaned. She knew that sound. Master Rafael must be rubbing the head of Jess’s cock, which would be leaking pre-cum. “It seems you didn’t get enough at the club. I will remedy that later. Now bend over that desk.” Master Rafael caressed her quivering globes, and then his hand left her and she heard the soft intake of breath that told her he was doing the same to Jess.
“Such a beautiful sight I see before me. Soon you will be red and glowing. Now will it be the paddle, a crop, or my hand? Mmm, decisions.” At a whimper from her that she couldn’t contain, he chuckled again.
“I see you aren’t fond of either the paddle or the crop, my little pet. I will remember that for a future occasion. This isn’t such a severe infraction that it merits either. You could argue that I didn’t tell you not to break into my flat, so you haven’t really disobeyed me.” Heather judged it best to keep silent. She was in enough trouble already.
“I’ll use my hand. In any case, I love to feel the increasing warmth as I spank you.”
He began to pepper their behinds. The only respite was when he was spanking Jess. At first the blows stung, and she cried out. Jess managed to keep silent. Gradually as Master Rafael paused to caress her bottom after he’d spanked her, the feeling changed. The bite of pain and the tingling heat aroused her. She could tell that Jess was in the same state as he moaned and squirmed beside her.
“Well, Heather, my pet, you are enjoying this.” She blushed as she, too, could feel the cream running down her thighs. He leaned over and breathed deeply.
“What a glorious odour. Better than all the perfumes of Arabia.” As he spoke, he fucked her with his fingers, and she cried out as he massaged her G-spot.
She was dripping wet. He fucked her a few times with his fingers and she knew he loved her moans of appreciation.
“No, Master, please don’t stop,” she protested as he withdrew his fingers. But it seemed he was too eager to be inside her. He parted her pussy lips and thrust his hot, rock-hard erection deep into her pussy. She moaned again in pleasure as his dick stroked over her G-spot with every purposeful thrust. She pushed herself backward to receive every deep stroke and clenched her pussy muscles rhythmically, resisting his withdrawal. She was enjoying this every bit as much as he was. He growled his appreciation. Holding her firmly by her waist, he powered in and out of her until he stilled as she convulsed in orgasm around his dick. The ripples of her cunt muscles in after-shock drove him over the edge, and he groaned as hot, sticky ropes of his seed pulsed out of him and deep inside her. His legs went weak, and he collapsed over the desk, one hand on either side of her taking his weight as he struggled to remain upright on wobbly legs. His heart beat furiously for a while, but gradually he recovered, stood up, and pulled her to her feet. Turning her toward him in his arms, he tipped up her chin with one hand and kissed her long and deeply as she cuddled into his embrace and pressed herself against him.
“Ready for more, pet? Jess is unsatisfied and needs relief.” He lifted her onto the desk, and she lay back. Jess gathered her legs over his arms and fucked her long, deep, and hard as they both enjoyed. Turning her head to one side, she saw Master Rafael’s cock, softening now, but there was no condom on it. What did that mean? She couldn’t process it then as Jess stilled, and then she felt his hot release deep inside her and he let her legs fall. He collapsed over her, taking the weight on his arms until he recovered himself long enough to stand up.
“I think we need the bathroom, my pets,” Rafael said as he towed them after him. She sat on the closed toilet lid, with Jess beside her, as he ran a bath. He tossed in lavender crystals and bubble bath for good measure. Testing the water, he added more cold, and then he went over and took her by the hand. Stripping off her clothes, he helped her to get into the bath. Jess had shed the rest of his clothes. Rafael took off his own, and he joined them. He sat down behind Heather and settled her between his bent knees, pulling her back to relax against his chest until her head rested on his shoulder. She breathed in the scent of lavender and the extra spice that was him and him alone and sighed in contentment. Jess settled at the other end facing the two of them. Master Rafael wrapped his arms around her. They rested a while then washed each other in the way that had become a familiar routine. Getting out of the bath first, Rafael got into his robe and collected towels for them. Once dried, he took them to his bedroom.
“It’s late and we are all tired, so let’s just go to sleep and talk about it all when we are rested tomorrow,” he suggested. As usual he lay down and they took their accustomed places, cuddling close. Heather put her hand on his chest, and he bent and kissed her. She felt him do the same to Jess. The next thing she remembered was waking in a strange room in a bed she wasn’t used to, but the familiar presence reassured her. She looked up and found him looking at her. Those amazing eyelashes mesmerised her. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
“We were waiting for you to wake up. You were sleeping so soundly we didn’t want to wake you. Now tell me, why did you feel it was necessary to pre-empt matters last night? I assume it was you and not Jess who had this mad idea?”
“Yes, Jess came along to look after me. It was all my idea. We need you. We have waited a week, and you’ve said nothing. I just wanted to move things along.”
“Well, why didn’t you talk to me?”
“Why didn’t you talk to us?” Jess said.
“I didn’t have something I needed. The reason I have waited is for these.” He leaned over Heather and took two flat boxes out of the bedside cabinet drawer. “An old friend of mine was coming over here. I asked him to have these made and bring them over rather than entrusting them to the postal service. He arrived yesterday and left these for me in my mail-box. I was planning to give them to you tonight and ask you to move in with me.”
“Oops. I’m so sorry, Master. I spoiled your surprise.”
“It really doesn’t matter now, my pet. You seem to want this as much as I do. Will you wear my collar and move in here with me then, both of you of course?”
“Yes, Master,” came back in an answering chorus as Jess answered with her.
“Then out of bed and kneel before me. This is damasquinado work. The Moors brought it to my country centuries ago. Thin gold wire is beaten into a black background, and the most exquisite patterns are created.” He showed them identical collars of small oblong links. Attached to the front of each was a small disc with “H,” “R,” and “J” intertwined. The “R” was slightly bigger and in the centre of the three letters.
“I want you to wear my collars as a symbol of your love for me. I love both of you, and I am very lucky that I have found you both. I thought I didn’t have a chance to be happy, but you have shown me the way. I hope you feel the same.”
“They are beautiful. I do love you, Master. I have loved you since that first night, and I will always love you,” Heather said quietly.
“I love them, Master, and I love you, too, as much as I love Heather,” Jess replied, too overcome to say much more.
“I love both of you, so much. I am so very lucky to have you,” Heather said.
Master Rafael clasped a collar around each neck and locked the small padlock with a key. This was attached to a gold chain which hung around his neck.
“Welcome to your new home and our life together,” he said.
THE END
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Since my youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own and I wrote Initiation, book one in Prometheus in Chains, writing has taken over my life. It has been like a roller-coaster ride and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I have made many good friends, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
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