Model Fantasy

by Abby Gordon

  “Oh, God!” Francine moaned. “I don’t believe I’m even considering this. This is surreal. It’s…”

  “It will happen,” he assured her. “Send an email to your friends and family. Tell them that you caught your ex-fiancé in an extremely compromising position and are going to be in seclusion until some point tomorrow to pull yourself together.”

  “From what you’ve said, I’ll need another twenty-four hours to recover,” she retorted.

  He laughed. Francine felt her pussy clench and flood at the deep, warm humor.

  “You might,” he agreed. “For just one night, Francine, you will submit. You will know what it’s like to surrender absolutely everything to a man who knows what to do with you. The clock will start the second I touch you.”

  “All right,” she exhaled in a rush. “What else do you want me to do besides send out an email?”

  “Just obey me. Completely. Absolutely. And without question.”

  “You don’t ask for much, do you?” She giggled. She couldn’t believe she was actually, seriously doing this! But the idea of being sexually fulfilled by a man who was already arousing her was too damn tempting to pass up. “Perhaps I should tell you that I’m the spoiled youngest child of a fairly indulgent family.”

  “So you were never spanked?”

  “I was hardly even told ‘no’,” she replied. “Then again, I wanted to please my parents …”

  “The way you’ll please me,” he finished. “Or do you secretly want to be a very bad girl and be disciplined? Do you want me to cuff you to a bench or a St. Andrew’s cross to punish you? Before I make you take my cock in your hot little mouth?”

  Her eyes found the painting again. Spanked. Bound to a bench or a whatever he called it. Punished. Made to take his hard cock in her mouth. The heat in her belly spiked and she moaned.

  “Francine. Answer me,” he ordered. “Do you want that?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I want that. I want you to spank me when I’ve been bad and…” The mental image of being forced to submit made her moan again. “I want to submit to you.”

  “God, this is going to be so damn good,” he breathed. “Hurry, Francine. Do not touch yourself unless I give you permission. I want you on the edge for me.”

  “Yes, master,” she replied softly.

  Silence came over the phone. Francine started to rub her clit, jerked her hand back, then giggled helplessly. Okay, she was probably certifiable but she desperately needed the confidence boost he was offering. Even if all he wanted was to fuck the face all over the magazines, he was clearly eager to have sex with her. He wanted to be in bed with her! Before she could regret it, she opened the door. The man hadn’t moved.

  “I’ll be ready in an hour.”

  “Yes, miss,” he nodded. “Shall I wait here or in the lobby?”

  “I think the lobby would attract less attention.”

  He pulled out another card. “This is my cell number, miss. If you’ll call when you’re ready, I’ll escort you to the car.”

  Chapter Three

  Not quite an hour later, she picked up the phone and dialed. In minutes, he knocked on the door and she silently followed him down the hall to the elevator. Francine wasn’t surprised that he guided her to a VIP spot just steps away from the doors. She’d already figured out that her fantasy lover must have considerable wealth and power. The rear windows of the Lexus were as dark as the car, easily blocking out the pale winter sun. As the barrier between the front and rear seats was raised, Francine felt a moment of panic. Before she could reach for the door latch, the locks clicked shut and the car moved forward.

  Wrapping her arms around her waist, she prayed she wasn’t making a huge mistake.

  She lost track of time before the car dipped into a parking garage and came to a stop. The driver opened her door and extended a hand to assist her in exiting. A shiver of fear zipped through her, warring with the lingering arousal from the phone call. Two women in silver cloaks and thick silver link chain collars were waiting for her. Silently, they took her arms and guided her into the elevator.

  Once in the elevator, one woman pulled out a blindfold and the other a gag.

  “Wait a minute.” Francine shook her head, backing up against the wall.

  “The master who summoned you said this was what you had both agreed to,” one said quietly. “Is this not correct?”

  Francine hesitated. This was it. Something told her that she could still back out, but once they put that blindfold and gag on her then she was in it completely. She closed her eyes and the deep husky voice filled her head. Just obey me.

  “Yes,” she whispered, nodding.

  The women smiled in understanding when she fell silent.

  “This is your first time to the Club?” the second asked, while her counterpart carefully placed the black silk blindfold over her eyes.

  “It is. What do I do?”

  “Whatever he tells you to do,” the first answered. “Do not leave the room without escort. Either by him or those he has escort you.”

  “Why?” Francine frowned.

  “You don’t wear a collar. If another master found you, then he could do what he wanted with you. That is the first rule of the Club. Not even the one who summoned you could stop him.”

  “Right.” Francine nodded. “I’ll stay put. Thank you.” She felt the gag pressing against her lips and caught the wrist. “The one who summoned me,” she started. “Can you tell me anything about him?”

  The silence extended.

  “He has not claimed a submissive with a collar,” the first offered.

  “But he’s been here before, right?”

  “Yes,” the second one confirmed.

  “Do you know who I am?”

  Francine felt a frisson of fear race through her. This could destroy her career. What on earth had she been thinking?

  “Your identity does not matter. There are those more famous than you here. Once inside these walls, names do not exist.” The gag was pushed firmly but gently between her lips. “Here.” The woman smoothed Francine’s coat from her shoulders. “All that matters is submission to mastery. All that exists is pleasure in whatever form you find it.”

  Francine nodded, keeping her eyes closed behind the black silk. The elevator slid to a stop, although she didn’t know if they’d gone up, down or sideways. From the elevator she counted thirty steps before they paused. A click made her realize they had come to a door. Led forward again a few steps, Francine felt them begin to strip her clothes. She’d been stripped and dressed by numerous people, men and women, but she’d never felt as vulnerable as she did now. This was very different! She was being stripped to be fucked by a man she didn’t know. A man she had given permission to use her sexually. She heard them move around and a door close.

  “Your clothes are in a closet in the room,” the first woman told her in that low, modulated voice they both used. “Now we will place you on the bed and cuff you as the master requested.”

  Francine nodded and managed to climb mostly on her own onto the mattress. Silk sheets? They were finer than anything she’d ever felt before, even during a trip to Japan. The women firmly but gently maneuvered her to the middle, placing her head on the pillows and spreading her hair out. Soft leather cuffs were secured around her wrists and ankles. Her arms were secured over her head just far enough apart that her thumbs brushed against each other. However, her ankles were pulled so far apart that Francine felt exposed to her core.

  She swallowed nervously. Not for the first time she wondered just what she was doing. She truly was on display for the man she had agreed to submit to. Would he be aroused when he saw her? Would he immediately fuck her? Or caress her? When he joined her… Her mind skidded to a halt. For all she knew, he’d been there the entire time since she’d been blindfolded. He could have been waiting for her as they left the elevator. He could have been watching to see her reactions, to determine how serious she was about this. He could hav
e…

  “Good bye,” the two women whispered.

  The door opened and closed.

  For a long moment, the only sound in the room was her own panicked breathing.

  What the hell had she gotten into? She had lost her mind. That had to be it. Or maybe there’d been something in her drinks? She wasn’t used to alcohol. Maybe she’d had too much and was really in a hospital. Rose had been rushed to the hospital the previous year with food poisoning and described how horrible she’d felt after they’d pumped her stomach. Except, her body, especially her stomach and throat, didn’t hurt the way Rose had described. Crap. That left out blaming the alcohol. Maybe she was dreaming? That or insanity seemed to be her only choices. Except… Would she be having such detail in her dreams or if she was insane? Granted, Felicity had told her to dream of her deepest, darkest sexual fantasies, but her sister had never imagined her telling them to two strange men!

  She shivered as she realized everything. The cards had been real. The phone and the voice when she’d dialed had been real. She had been blindfolded, gagged, stripped and bound spread-out on display for a man she knew nothing about.

  The door opened and closed. Her heart leaped into her throat. He was here.

  Francine drew in a shaky breath as she heard his footsteps come closer. They stopped and she realized he was at the side of the bed, looking down at her. The silence seemed to last for hours. What was he thinking? Was he going to stare at her all day or what? She heard a whisper of material. The mattress dipped under his weight and the gag was removed. He smelled of subtle musk and pine. A large hand covered her mouth. The palm was slightly callused.

  “Do not speak.” The hand shifted and his thumb pressed against her lips.

  She nodded.

  “My sex slave. The sexiest, most sought after woman on the planet is my personal sex toy for twenty-four hours,” came the deep voice. Sliding inside her mouth, he stroked his thumb in and out. “Every man’s fantasy is mine.”

  The thumb left her mouth only to be replaced by his lips. His tongue stabbed inward to claim possession by sweeping through her mouth. She moaned, suddenly wondering if his cock would fill her with the same surety and totality. A hand covered her breast and kneaded. The sudden physical movement took her by surprise and wrung a moan from her. As she’d imagined, his hand was warm, the skin rougher and her breast ached for more. His body shifted and then his heavy weight partially covered hers. He was already nude! The sound she’d heard before he got on the bed must have been a robe he’d shrugged off. The crisp hairs of his thigh rasped against her bare legs. He was already aroused, if the erection throbbing against her hip was any indication.

  “This first time especially, you will be like a slave,” came the gravelly voice. “And as you are a new slave, I must inspect you. I also think I may play with you a bit.”

  Before she could think, the gag was pushed back into her mouth and his hand moved over her. Fingers spread, his large palm brushed over her ribs and abdomen. Her breath caught in her throat as he reached her bare pussy. For a long moment, he didn’t move. There was a firm, gentle pressure as his hand covered her. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit as the palm did her damp folds. And his fingers spread out, brushing against her inner thighs, touching nerves she didn’t know she had. The heat added to hers. She moaned as her hips twitched. After the phone conversation, she knew she was more than ready for him. Surely he could tell how wet she was!

  One large finger slid between her soft folds and circled the entrance of her pussy. His thumb teased her clit. The finger slipped inside and hooked up. In a pinching motion, he found her G-spot and rubbed. With a moan, she twitched her hips, wanting more. His mouth captured a breast. The tugging and heat of his mouth on her nipple had her whimpering in need. Behind the blindfold, she closed her eyes, focusing on the heat spreading through her body. He’d barely touched her, but he’d known just where to touch her. Or was it that he wanted her to feel pleasure? Francine didn’t know or care. She just knew that she was being touched by a man focused on her needs.

  “Perfect,” he murmured, laving the other nipple with attention. “Just absolutely, fucking perfect.”

  Her pussy clenched around his finger and more moisture flooded her core. She moaned as more heat spread with a steady pressure against her nerves. Now, this was foreplay! Kevin had never done this to her!

  Francine’s brain disengaged. All she wanted was his touch. More. Deeper. Harder. As if knowing what she needed, he did just that, using three fingers to fill her pussy. Moaning as he fingerfucked her, she turned her hips toward him, wanting more. A low chuckle rumbled in the chest against her. His hand left her pussy to press her hip back against the bed before his hands left her completely.

  “So eager are you?”

  She nodded vigorously. Anxious to show him, she tilted her pelvis up. There was a low rip. Some rational part of her mind realized he was putting a condom on, but all her body wanted was the hard thick cock she’d felt against her stomach inside her. Feeling his body weight shift over her, she caught her breath as he settled between her thighs. His hands shifted into position just under her shoulders. The latex covered tip of his cock pushed against her swollen lips and went no further for several heartbeats. Unable to stand anymore, she lifted her hips and managed to get him a little farther inside. He growled and thrust fully into her. He filled her, stretched her, and covered her. He was large in every way, powerful, strong and taking her body. Her mind reeled at the possession inside and out.

  Her cry was muffled by the gag. With her limbs stretched and his heavy torso pinning hers, she could only accept his lust. She reveled in him wanting her like this. The helplessness, the vulnerability, the submission—it was everything the card had promised.

  His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered to her. “This is only the beginning, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of your fantasies, but I’m going to fulfill a few of my own. By the time you leave this room, you will know what it’s like to surrender your body to a master in every way possible. You won’t be getting much sleep, because I’m going to spend most of the time fucking you. Or teasing you until you’re begging me to fuck you. I will teach you how to please me. I will spank you if you’re bad. And,” he chuckled, a low warm sound that sent wet heat gushing to her pussy. “I’ll spank you when you’re good. I’ll put toys in your pussy that will make you scream as you come. Most of all, I’ll fuck this sweet little ass of yours. And you’ll beg me to.”

  The hard, deep drive of his hips kept up the friction on her clit. Combined with the hot words and his breath on her ear, Francine felt the orgasm begin.

  “No,” he told her. “You don’t come unless I give you permission.”

  The shock of his statement had her gasping. Reverse psychology took effect as her body struggled to understand that it couldn’t do what he’d primed it to. His next thrust sent her over the edge. Behind the blindfold, she saw bright lights as heat rushed through her. Her pussy walls clamped tight around him. With a muttered obscenity, he too lost control and filled the condom. Spent, he rested on her for a few moments. His head lifted from the pillow next to hers and she felt his fingers pull the gag off. Grateful, she panted much needed oxygen into her lungs.

  “Stay silent,” he told her.

  Weakly, she nodded, still feeling the pleasure coursing in her veins.

  He slowly pulled out of her and the bed shifted as he climbed off. After a moment, she heard water running before he returned. Her head turned toward him, her brow slightly furrowed. Without a word, he cleansed her thighs and pussy. Returning again, he sat on the bed.

  “You came without permission,” he stated.

  Slowly, she nodded. How bad was that? What would he do because she hadn’t been able to control her orgasm?

  “A slave or submissive would expect to be punished for that.”

  “I understand,” she whispered.

  “I told you to be silent. I thought you wanted to please
me.”

  Francine saw the trap and frowned.

  “Good girl,” he approved. “You catch on quickly. So you’ve never been spanked? Even as a child?”

  Her head nodded on the pillow.

  “I think you’ll find that it is a very different act than what a naughty child would receive,” he drawled. Going around the bed, he released her ankles before going to her wrists. “As this is your first time, it won’t be as many.”

  He fastened her wrist cuffs together in front of her and pulled her off the bed.

  “May I ask a question, master?” she managed. “This is all new to me and…”

  “Ask,” he replied.

  “What’s the difference between a slave and a submissive? You’ve called me both and I don’t understand the terms.”

  “Within the guidelines we discussed on the phone, you are both.” He tugged her toward him and she stumbled forward off-balance. Strong hands caught her shoulders. “In the Club, as a rule, slaves are totally dependent on their masters. Many work here like the two who brought you to me.”

  “What can their masters to do them?”

  “Anything they want.”

  Francine gasped at the idea of being only a sexual being.

  “That is their choice,” he told her. “The only semblance to a slave you will have is sexual.” His lips nuzzled her ear lobe. “A master can use his slave sexually anyway he wants. That is what I intend to do with you.” His teeth nipped the sensitive skin. “A submissive has a few more rights, but that doesn’t really apply to the next twenty-three hours and some-odd minutes.”

  Trying to come to grips with that, she took deep breaths. There were women who lived in this Club. Who let their masters do anything they wanted. She couldn’t imagine being that subservient to anyone. Both nipples were gripped between his thumbs and forefingers. She moaned at the heat rising in her again as he pinched. Her legs, already weak from the orgasm, buckled and she stumbled backward. One hand caught the chain linking her cuffs. He tugged her closer using the nipple still pinched. Trembling she stood before him, head hanging, out of her element and unsure of what to do.