Good night, Sir.
Her mood suddenly soaring, she rolled out of bed and went to her closet. What could she wear that was innocent and public appropriate while being sexy enough to entice Master Sinjin? It was, after all, the end of November and the highs for the week were supposed to be in the sixties, which meant it would be even colder at the beach.
She started in the top dresser drawer where she found a red sports bra that zipped in the front. The second drawer yielded a white low cut T-shirt that snapped up the front. Her red zip front hoodie and white sneakers would complete the outfit. The only question left was whether to wear panties, a thong, or go commando but that could be decided later.
Climbing back into bed, Mary Claire’s thoughts returned to being with Sinjin the previous Friday evening. Though she had ended the evening relaxed, her pussy now began to tingle and dampen as she reminisced about what they had done. She began to squirm on the mattress as she moved on to daydreaming about what they might do on their little day trip to the beach.
Shifting some more, the soft fabric of her T-shirt brushed over her nipples, teasing them and making them tight and beg to be played with. Without thinking, Mary Claire laid her hands over her breasts and sighed as the knotted flesh of her nipples pressed up into the skin of her palms. That simple touch sent more hunger straight to her fur-free pussy, which once more pulsed with need.
Unable to stop herself, Mary Claire drew her fingers up to the peaks of her breasts where they began to flick and pinch and roll her nipples. Each touch sent hotter, more powerful pulses of want straight to her clit. It felt as if there was a wide-open nerve that went from tit to clit and transmitted every tweak and touch directly to her pussy, which was demanding some attention of its own.
Finally, Mary Claire could hold off no longer. Her right hand abandoned its bit of peaked breast flesh. She brushed her fingertips down the front of her body, over the shirt to the top of her thigh and the hem of the shirt. Then she pushed the soft material out of her way as she moved her hand up and over until she reached the apex of her thighs, which was already damp with her arousal.
Just as she reached for her clit, her phone chirped once more. Guiltily, she jerked both hands from her body, then rolled over and giggled as she reached for the phone. Reading Sinjin’s new message, she huffed a sigh and slapped at the mattress.
No playing with my pussy.
Chapter 6
After a week of texting back and forth that had left his fingers sore, Sinjin had a hard time waiting until ten o’clock Saturday morning. He ended up arriving early and drove through her neighborhood until it was time to pick up his baby girl. He backtracked and pulled into her driveway. She lived on the other side of town from Gunnar and Jillian’s McMansion, in a house that was much closer in size and design to his own cabin in the woods back home. Climbing out of his SUV, he started across the yard to the front door. It opened when he was only halfway across the yard.
When Mary Claire stepped into view, his cock jumped at the sight of her. As instructed, she wore the little black skirt. As she hopped down the stairs with a small black leather backpack in one hand, she looked exactly as he had envisioned she would his dreams every night.
She wore her long, red hair in a solitary braid that draped over her left shoulder. It was tied at the end with what looked like a piece of white lace. Her red hoodie was zipped to her chin, but the twinkle in her eye told him that she was hiding something. Dropping his gaze further down her body, he smiled at the red-and-white stockings that stopped just above her knees. She wore them with cute little white sneakers. They completed the outfit in such a manner he wished they were headed somewhere private to play and not to the very public beach.
He absently wondered what she was wearing under her skirt and whether he should satisfy his curiosity here in the front yard or wait until they were in the car.
“Good morning, Sir,” she signed with a grin.
“Good morning, pixie. Did you sleep well?” he asked.
Once she nodded, he opened his arms and engulfed her in a hug. She pressed close before wrapping her arms around his waist.
He bent his head forward, turning it so her kiss landed on his cheek. He then turned his head and brushed his lips over her forehead before releasing her. Stepping back, he saw her disappointment as he took her hand instead of continuing the body-to-body contact. He led her to his SUV and helped her into the passenger’s seat. At Gunnar’s suggestion, he had covered her seat with a bright-pink beach towel.
Once she was buckled in securely, he decided to satisfy his curiosity. Looking deep into her blue eyes, he slowly ran his right palm up the inside of her right thigh until he reached her pussy. Her bare, fully exposed, slick-with-her-juices pussy.
His eyes widened in surprise before he cocked his head slightly and raised one eyebrow in silent query.
She shrugged with a naughty smile. “I didn’t have any panties that would go with this outfit without clashing.”
He thought about her words as he slid two fingers into her pussy. Stroking in and out several times, he watched her expression closely. When her eyelids dropped to half-mast, and she began to pant, he pulled them out. Parting his lips, he slid his fingers in and sucked her cream from them.
Once his fingers were clean, he stepped back and signed, “We’ll have to see about finding you something so you don’t show your bits and pieces off to the world.”
She grinned at him as she shifted in her seat, her arousal clear to anyone who might look in her direction. His challenge would be to keep her arousal humming while not allowing her to sizzle too hot and flip over the edge. He had plans that did not include her finding pleasure without him.
He rounded the front of the SUV, climbed in, and they were off. Gunnar had told him about a beach in the state park that had some fairly secluded areas. And if the beach proved too cold, he could always rent them a nice warm, private motel room to play in.
Once they got onto the highway headed east, he glanced over and saw that Mary Claire was dividing her attention between him and the road. His gaze dropped down her body, and he smiled. Her already too-short skirt had been rearranged so that it almost, but not quite, exposed everything between her legs.
From her expression, he could tell she was hoping he would play as he drove. As a man, he was tempted. As her Dom, he refused to allow her to challenge his control in such a manner.
Turning his attention back to his driving, he reached over and reached between her legs. He smiled to himself as he pulled her skirt down her thighs so it covered her properly. Then he returned his hand to the steering wheel. Even though only the backs of his fingers brushed across her skin, his cock was hard as granite and demanding some relief.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her huff, and then cross her arms and legs. She looked just like a pouty little girl. But that was all right, too. He would show her how this dominant dealt with bratty little pixies. But that would be later. Much later, if she continued trying to manipulate him.
In the meantime, he would enjoy this time away from his work and all his responsibilities and cares except those to his baby girl.
* * * *
Mary Claire tried to relax as Sinjin drove through the heavy traffic. Being single, strong, and independent, she did not spend much time sitting in the passenger’s seat. She preferred to drive, to be in charge on the road.
Since talking would distract Master Sinjin, she looked out the window and noted a few changes since the last time she had been down this way. Then her busy mind tried to remember the last time she had visited the beach, and could not. It had been a couple of years, probably more. Lately it seemed like she was always working.
Slowly the knots across her shoulders she had woken up with untied themselves. Taking a deep breath, she held it for a count of five before releasing it in a rush. As she did, she felt every tight muscle in her body relax. When they were approaching the Morehead City limits, she waved her hand to gain h
is attention when they stopped at a red light.
“Do you want to go to the beach first? Or shopping?”
“Beach first. We’ll shop on the way home,” he replied with an evil grin. She was almost afraid of what she might be wearing on the forty-five minute trip home.
“In that case, you will want to get in the other lane. We can take a shortcut and get to the beach in half the time than if we stay on this road.”
He nodded and followed her directions. After stopping at a drive-through hamburger stand for a picnic lunch, they crossed the high, arched bridge that connected Morehead City to Atlantic Beach. Twenty minutes later, they pulled into Fort Macon State Park’s beach access lot. Being a Tuesday in November, there were only a handful of cars in the expansive lot. Sinjin drove around the building to the overflow lot and parked in a secluded space, out of sight of the entrance as well as all the other cars.
All at once, Mary Claire’s sometimes spotty common sense kicked in. What in the hell was she doing here with this man she barely knew?
Sure, he was gorgeous and the stepbrother of the Master of one of her best friends, but really, he could also be a serial killer. Did he bring her here to be his next victim? Was he going to kill her in the water? Or leave her broken and bleeding body hidden among the dunes between here and the Atlantic Ocean?
Oh God, no one knew she was here with him
She had worked herself into the beginnings of a panic attack when he laid a hand on her shoulder. Squealing, she jumped and spun to face him all in one motion. She ended up with her fists up in front of her face as if that action alone could hold him back.
She blinked when he leaned back against his door and raised his hands to his shoulders in an “I surrender” move. They sat staring at each other for nearly a minute before he finally signed, “Back with me now?”
She slowly breathed in before nodding. “You didn’t bring here to kill me, did you?”
He read her signs with an expression of growing disbelief. Then he shook his head and laughed without making a sound. “No, pixie. I brought you here to get to know you outside the club. Would you rather not walk on the beach?”
He looked like he was still chuckling with good humor as he waited for her response.
She turned and stared out the windshield at the beautiful blue sky and gently swaying grass and stunted live oak trees that inhabited the beach. This was the moment that could make or break their future relationship.
Could she trust him?
Did she want to try?
Finally, she took a deep breath and turned back. “No, I don’t want to leave. I want to see the ocean with you, Sir.”
He nodded with a smile of approval. “Good girl.”
Mary Claire carried the bag of food, and he grabbed a large canvas bag out of the backseat. They crossed the parking lot and climbed up to the walkway that led over the dunes. Sinjin stopped her at the pavilion they had to pass through to reach the walkway down onto the beach proper.
“Let’s stop here and eat.”
Mary Claire shrugged and turned to a bench along the wall farthest from the passage from beach to walkway where she hoped they would not be disturbed. With luck, all the mystery reading fans and people who were intrigued by sign language would not be anywhere near them. She caught the teenage boy staring at her from the ramp to the beach at the same moment the wind gusted and teased the hem of her skirt.
“Shit,” she said, turning and moved away from the beach side of the pavilion. Why had she thought going commando was such a good idea?
“Problem?” Sinjin asked once she set the bag down on the bench and turned to face him again.
“Forgot how windy it can be here.”
He looked to where she had been standing. The young man was craning his neck, apparently hoping to catch another glimpse. When he turned back, Sinjin’s smirk made her want to forget the beach and go where they could have some private time together.
“Want to really give him a show?” he signed after putting down the canvas bag.
Mary Claire shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to give anyone a show. Especially that boy who now had two friends with him, whispering and giggling as they took turns stretching up and peeking over the floor, hoping for another glimpse under her skirt.
Sinjin looked almost disappointed though his smirk was now a full-blown grin. He settled in the corner seat before holding out a hand to her. “Come sit on my lap.”
Though she wanted to argue that her sitting on his lap would not help things, she watched his expression shift just enough to know that whether she wanted to or not, she would be sitting in his lap to eat her lunch. He lifted her and sat her across his lap so her back was to the boys. Then he opened the canvas bag and handed her a bottle.
“Jillian said you liked these.”
Mary Claire nodded when she saw he had her favorite soda. “Thank you, I do.”
They ate lunch in a comfortable silence. After disposing of their trash, Sinjin pulled a camera out of the bag. He handed her the bag and then took her hand. “Come on, I want to see the beach.”
She lost track of time as they walked the beach, getting blown by the wind and baked by the almost-winter sun. Mary Claire was surprised that, when Sinjin was not taking pictures of everything, they talked and shared bits of themselves. Information that was not normally what she would ever share with a dominant at the club.
When he noticed she was beginning to shiver from the dropping temperature, they headed back to the parking lot. The boys were long gone, so when they reached the pavilion, Sinjin slid a hand up her skirt, cupping her ass and teasing her pussy with several fingertips.
She jumped and looked up at him to find him wearing that same “I am Master and I can do whatever I want” grin she had seen at the club. She had to fight to keep from dancing away from him but forced herself to accept his cold hand between her slightly warmer thighs.
By the time they reached the SUV, she was panting and her hips were wiggling in counterpoint to every step she took. She was close, so close that a stroke or two across her clit and she would go flying.
But that touch never came. Instead, Sinjin pulled his hand away, took the bag from her, and helped her into the front seat. Once they were on the way back over the bridge, he asked, “How do we get to this toy shop Gunnar told me about?”
Chapter 7
Sinjin opened the door and waited for Mary Claire to enter Merv’s Joke Shop. He had been in sex toy stores before, and was looking forward to seeing how this one measured up. Gunnar said it was a good one, and there were things he needed to buy if he wanted this relationship to go beyond an occasional evening at the club. After spending the week getting to know Mary Claire through text and e-mails, he wanted to be a proper Master and take good care of his girl.
He smiled when Mary Claire stepped through the doorway and then to her right where she stopped. She looked over her shoulder at him, obviously a little nervous. Surely she had been here before, hadn’t she?
He stepped in behind her, stopping a moment to smooth down the back of her skirt where the hem had folded up on itself, making it indecently short. After patting her ass, he took her hand and began to look around. She pressed close to his side as if afraid something might bite her.
Finding several toys he would enjoy playing with, he picked them up and examined them closely. He could feel her pushing closer and closer to his side.
Studying her, he saw nerves were getting the better of her. She needed something to do. Taking a deep breath, he put on his Master face and stepped away, using one hand to hold her back when she tried to follow.
She looked at him with an expression of a lost puppy. Or an innocent little girl who was way out of her depth.
“Go and ask the clerk for a basket.”
With that, her eyes grew even bigger. She swallowed hard and her eyes cut to the front of the store and then back to him again. But she did not move an inch.
He narrowed his
eyes and stared at her until she dropped her head forward in submission. “Yes, Sir,” she finally signed before turning and attending to the task she had been assigned.
A minute later, she was back with a wicker basket. He tossed several things so they landed facedown in the basket. In the next second, he slapped curious fingers that reached into the basket to explore. “You’ll find out tonight,” he signed.
She nodded and pursed her lips in such an adorable pout he was tempted to have her kneel and give him a blow job right there in the middle of the store. Instead, he took a deep breath and turned back to his perusing. By the time they reached the back wall, he had added several other items, including a good-size bottle of lube and a large box of condoms. His little girl was looking very, very nervous.
Turning his attention to the clothing, his smile widened again. The store carried everything from costumes to lingerie to T-shirts with suggestive and inflammatory statements on the front. There was a table with a pile of little silky almost-nothings on it. With a hand in the middle of her back, he pushed Mary Claire toward that table.
“Find three thongs in your size. One white, one red, and one black.”
By the time she had found what he wanted, he had found several outfits that would be both appropriate and sexy as hell on her.
“Ask if they have a dressing room.”
She turned walked toward the front counter once again. He watched as the clerk nodded and picked up key attached to a big block of wood and hand it over. The older woman said something, but he could not read her lips. She laughed as Mary Claire turned back to him, her cheeks bright red and her eyes glued to the floor.
“What did she say?”
“She said you could not come into the dressing room.”
“What else?”
“If you want, she would be happy to lock up and turn off the cameras for an hour or so.”
Sinjin looked to the front of the store and smiled as he shook his head. The woman shrugged before turning away.
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