by Mlyn Hurn
Silence followed their friends’ departure. Andy knew according to the contract, she had to ask permission to speak. She wasn’t completely sure what to say.
“I think the wrong slave is on the leash.” Jack’s fingers paused as he murmured a few moments later.
Andy laughed. Technically, it was probably wrong, but she couldn’t stop it. Bubbling up from inside, it showed their thoughts truly were “simpatico!”
Seconds later, Jack’s fingers tangled in her hair and tilted her head backwards. A smile slowly curved his lips upwards and Andy knew without one doubt left in her body, mind or soul, she loved Jack. The feelings—love, passion, friendship—had always been there, but she had denied them for so long that she had not recognized it, until now. This was why she had butterflies in her stomach, and everything didn’t make much sense.
His hand moved around her head until it cupped her jaw. His thumb rubbed back and forth across her lower lip.
Andy did what felt right—she kissed his thumb on its fleshy pad before taking it inside to suck on it. The look on his face revealed that she’d startled him, but she didn’t stop. For a moment, though, she thought he was ready to stand and lead her out of there.
“Well, well, well,” a cultured, British accent interrupted them.
Andy immediately saw the pleasant look on Jack’s face fade as he undoubtedly recognized the voice of the Duke.
He pulled his thumb from her mouth.
She watched as he turned to look at the other man.
“Hello, Waldron,” Jack said.
“Good evening, Riley, isn’t it? I wondered if you were familiar with some of the standard practices within certain clubs.”
Andy glanced at Jack and saw his jaw tense and a muscle started to flicker. A moment later, she understood.
“Yes, I am,” Jack replied.
“May I sample the wares of your new possession?”
Andy gasped as she realized what the two men were talking about. During her study and research, she had learned at these gatherings, other Masters and some Mistresses commonly chose to sample of another Dom’s slave or sub. Common practice called for the Master to say yes, but also to retain the right to stop the sampling at whatever point he chose. A sign of good training, and reflective on the Master, was how the submissive responded. Understood, of course, was that the sub would accept the attention. What was questionable was whether the sub should respond or not?
She wasn’t sure what she needed to do. On the one hand, she had come to the realization Jack might be the one of their group with prior knowledge about this lifestyle, and perhaps it was he who had suggested the cruise. The ramifications of that were almost overwhelming at this moment. If she rebelled, would he see this as a rejection of something to which he might be committed wholeheartedly? Or would her acceptance of this appear as her silent commitment? And there was always the chance her acceptance might appear that she wanted to be felt up by Peter.
Oh hell! I can’t win!
“Yes, you may,” Jack finally replied. “Stand, Andy.”
She got to her feet, but she was shaking so much she almost stumbled. Peter’s quick hand to her upper arms stopped her from tumbling back down. “Thank you, sir.”
“You are most welcome, Andy.”
Andy didn’t look up as she waited to see what he might do. In the classes, she had found stories that told about such encounters. The non-owning Master would often begin by holding one or both breasts. Usually, he would kiss one or both breasts, sometimes taking long enough to suck on each. After that, the man would almost always reach down to explore her pussy.
She stiffened and unconsciously stepped backwards as Peter reached towards her, but all he did was take her hand in his.
“Little one,” Peter spoke softly to her.
Andy looked up, surprised that he spoke.
“You have no idea how difficult it is to do this,” he whispered hoarsely as he bent to kiss her fingers. “Good night and goodbye, but I shall leave my contact numbers with your publisher, just in case you become free again.” He turned and walked away.
Jack had heard enough. He reached out and grabbed Andy’s other hand. “Come on! We’re getting out of here, now!”
He was so angry that he was walking as fast as he possibly could.
“Master! Please, stop! I can’t walk this fast!”
Jack stopped abruptly, hearing Andy’s pleading. He felt guilty immediately at not realizing what he’d been doing. Then hearing her staying within the role only deepened the guilt. He shrugged off his tuxedo jacket and had her slip it on. Without saying anything else, he removed the gold chain. Taking a deep breath, he was careful in detaching it from her neck. The temptation to touch her was overwhelming. Abruptly, he tucked the slender gold leash into his shirt pocket. Curling his hand around her elbow, he began walking much slower, keeping pace with her.
He led the way to her cabin suite, opening the door with her keycard. Henderson appeared just as he finished pulling the card from the slot.
“Good evening, miss, sir.” Henderson greeted them with a warm smile.
Jack muttered something and walked over to the sofa. He had plopped down when he remembered Andy. Surely, she wasn’t going to continue this scene in front of her butler?
“Master, may I explain to Henderson?”
Jack nodded, surprised at her continued willingness to progress with the scene. He had been ready for her to object when Waldron asked for inspection privileges in that obtuse way. No doubt he’d done it that way so as to not alert Andy beforehand. Had she known what the Duke had almost done?
Damn!
Hell, Jack realized that he hadn’t thought about that. Perhaps Andy had wanted Waldron to manhandle her.
“Henderson, my Master—” Andy gestured towards him. “—And I are participating in one of those scenes from the cruise. You can take the rest of the night off and we’ll call for you in the morning.”
He bowed. “Of course, Miss Bond. I’ll await your call. Good night, miss, sir.” Henderson left quickly, but Jack was sure he saw a grin on the other man’s face as he got on the elevator.
The lights turning out around the living room of the suite drew his attention. Turning his head, he saw Andy had removed the tuxedo jacket and stood at the bar. She poured a drink and began walking to him. His gaze moved to the sexy bouncing of her breasts and the wildly wiggling chain between the nipple rings. When she reached the sofa, she knelt, bent her head and then offered him the drink.
“Thank you, Andy.”
“You’re welcome, Master. May I ask a question please, Master?” Andy questioned in a soft, almost sibilant voice.
“Of course, Andy,” Jack replied, wondering what she wanted to know. He wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if she asked him if they could end this thing now.
“Are you ready to chain your slave again, Master?”
Jack coughed as he swallowed the wrong way. That was pretty much the last thing he expected her to ask. “We can stop all this if you want, Andy. I had no idea things might go in that direction. I assumed most of the people would be novices—”
“What does my Master have planned for his new submissive this evening?”
Jack felt his heart jump and his breath catch in surprise. Already, his cock was hard and he had to clear his throat to speak. “I guess it depends on how far my sub is willing to go with all this.”
Andy glanced up at him through her eyelashes.
As far as looks went, it wasn’t the sexiest ever. But combined with their situation, the tilt of her head and the look in her eyes…well, he felt his rod twitch in aroused reaction.
“I trust in my Master’s judgment to do what is right for his possession,” Andy told him softly, looking down once again.
Jack reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the gold chain. He hoped Andy didn’t see how his hands shook as he attached it once again. “Let’s go upstairs.” He stood, but stopped when she did not. “What is
it, Andy?”
“I’ve heard that most slaves crawl on their hands and knees in their Master’s presence. Is that what you wish me to do?”
“No, Andy. We’ll walk upstairs.” Holding the chain loosely, he led the way with Andy following close behind.
Chapter Eleven
Andy remembered about the folded hands and crossed them quickly at her back. In the dim light from the bathroom, which Henderson had probably left on for her to find her way, she could see the surprise on Jack’s face as he turned around to face her. She saw the way his eyes dropped to her breasts, which were now forced even further up and out from the position of her hands and arms. It also set the chain to swinging again.
Jack came towards her and she saw him smiling. “Andy?”
“Yes, Master? I await your command.” Since she still looked down after sneaking a peek when he called her name, she felt the unsteady breath he exhaled. Could he be as nervous and unsure as she was? But she thought she discerned his uncertainty on how to proceed.
He surprised her when he walked over and sat on the side of the bed.
She couldn’t resist and glanced up quickly to see what he was doing. His shirt was unbuttoned and his tie hung loose around his neck. He kicked off his shoes and then eased back onto the bed until he was propped against the headboard.
“I want you to slowly remove your clothes, Andrea. Work your way towards me as you do so, leaving your discarded clothes in a trail behind you.”
Andy nodded and then remembered to reply correctly. “Yes, Master.” She started to remove her heels.
Jack stopped her. “Leave your socks and shoes on until I say otherwise.”
Her eyes closed and she shivered at his command. She had no idea why, but she was getting more turned on with each passing moment. Her fingers fumbled as she struggled with the fastening of the bustier, but finally it was done. She had to struggle to hold it in place at the last minute because she’d forgotten to detach the chain first. Once the leather corset was removed, she reattached the chain. For all intents and purposes, she was naked. Still, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and dragged the thong down and off, stepping out of it.
“Come closer.”
Andy walked until she was at the side of the bed. With each step, she’d been intently aware of how much the bustier encouraged her breasts into jiggling. And the high heels only made it worse.
“Has my submissive been a bad girl? Does she need some discipline for her wicked, naughty thoughts?”
Andy gasped. This was the question she’d been avoiding in her head and dreading. Now she was out of time…what should she do? Before she knew the answer, she heard herself speaking. “I am here to pleasure my Master.” Her heart knew to trust him.
“I see,” Jack replied very quietly and she had to lean forward to hear. “Come onto the bed and lay across my lap, on your stomach.”
Okay, no more delaying, Andy! She eased one knee onto the bed.
“You can take off the shoes now.”
Andy got on her hands and knees, kicking off both shoes. She crawled to Jack, lowering herself to lie on his lap. Butterflies were going crazy in her stomach, waiting to see what he would do. God! What will I do if he spanks me?
Andy felt the heat of his hand and realized it hovered over her left ass cheek. She took a quick breath, trying to mentally and physically prepare herself for this. No doubt this could be the “sticking point” for her future…and that unnerved her terribly.
“You have a beautiful ass, Andy.”
Andy’s breath caught in her chest. Praise wasn’t what she’d expected. Then his hand lowered to rest on the closest cheek. For a few seconds, there was no action, but then it began to move around in circles, caressing, massaging and finally squeezing.
“Very nice, lovely to look at and even nicer to hold. So sexy, and with the cutest jiggle. I am reminded of a plump, succulent peach.”
Andy was at a loss so she murmured her reply, “Thank you, sir.”
“Have you thought about what it might feel like to be spanked?”
She could lie, but that wasn’t her. “Yes, Master, I have, and I’m not sure how I will react.”
“Does that mean if I raise my hand—” Jack’s hand lifted from her ass.
She immediately noted the cooler air with its absence.
“You would have to wonder if I am going to bring my hand down forcefully, connecting my palm and fingers with your tender, slightly tanned perfect cheek. At the same time you feel the pain, there is the sound of flesh against flesh, and lastly you experience the heat. Now, you must decide whether you stay right where you are, or do you…wait! My hand isn’t off somewhere in the business office. No, I believe my fingers are between your thighs. Yes! I have discovered your sweet, hot pussy is tight, and more than eager in its quivering and jumping in anticipation.”
There was no way to hide her gasp of surprise. She’d been so focused on his words, and waiting to feel his slap, the fact of her arousal had slipped past her conscious. She felt his fingers slipping along her wet lips, dipping in and flicking her clit once, twice.
“Oh! Oh God!” Andy cried out, her response shocking her in its intensity.
“Uh-oh. It appears my submissive has forgotten she is not to speak without permission. I guess she must be punished, after all.” His hand came to rest again on her closest ass cheek.
“Forgive me, Master,” Andy stammered as quickly as she could.
“I’m thinking you are hoping because you’ve apologized, I won’t discipline you. Isn’t that correct?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Well, that goes against the laws of discipline. Once an infraction has occurred, it must be dealt with. Now many Masters keep a punishment book on their slaves and record transgressions there.”
Andy felt Jack’s hand moving in erotic, hypnotic circles as he spoke. Each one made it more difficult to hear what he said.
“Of course, the punishments have usually been detailed in advance so the miscreant knows in advance what she will earn if she disobeys. For example, speaking out of turn or without permission would earn one slap, first occurrence. Do you deserve one slap?”
“Sort of, Master,” she added quickly at the end. She still wasn’t sure if she knew what she wanted or how she’d react.
“Usually the Master decides these things, which relieves the slave of the confusing feelings,” Jack explained patiently.
“Confusing, sir?”
“Yes, indeed. If the slave asks for the punishment, knowing she will gain enjoyment, she could feel guilty for seeking her own satiation before her Master’s. She could also ask for it, enjoy it and feel as if she has betrayed not only herself but her female sisterhood.”
Andy was having more and more trouble following his words. His hand wouldn’t stop moving, damn it!
SLAP!
Andy gasped in surprise. Jack had slapped her. Only once and not a hard one, but it stung a little nonetheless. And even as she felt the heat following the ease of the tingle, there was an undeniable rush of liquid heat between her thighs. “Aah,” she exhaled in embarrassment. Before she could formulate something to say, Jack’s fingers were back.
“Hmm, look what I’ve discovered. It seems my sweet sub has a very sensitive bottom, besides it being a curvy one.” His fingers slipped inside her folds once more. While she felt his thumb easing forward to her clit, the other two fingers were inside her. He was working the music of passion with her tissue and nerves, even as he spoke once more. “By my removing the decision, you are free to feel whatever it is that your body dictates, be it pain, anger, retaliation and even arousal.”
“Aah…uh…yes, Master,” Andy managed to stumble past a reply. Her hips were starting to hunch against his fingers, moving more rapidly towards her climax.
“It usually goes without saying the sub must ask her Master before she comes. It is required.”
Andy tried to hold off, but Jack had very clever hands, except
ionally dexterous fingers, and words sweet enough to seduce a vestal virgin!
“But I must confess, Andy,” he added after a few more seconds.
Andy gasped, trying to focus, because he had not yet given her permission. What did he have to say now!
“I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time. I can’t tell you how many times I thought about putting you over my knee when we were in school and yanking down those damned sweats. I knew just one smack would put me in heaven. I always watched you walk away from me just to see your jiggle.”
Andy couldn’t help it. Her whole body jerked forward, just once, but it meant she was losing out on the whole control issue. His fingers were busily moving around, finding her g-spot and massaging it.
“I would spend hours imagining how each cheek would look with just one slap, then two. A pretty, flushed pink hand mark. Very sexy, incredibly hot and arousing. Sometimes just one look was enough to—” Jack broke off abruptly.
Andy guessed he’d said enough. She was pretty sure she knew where the sentence had been headed. Thinking about it she realized it aroused her even more to know he’d gotten so turned on just thinking about her…well, just her. She couldn’t wait. “Master?”
Jack cleared his throat. “Yes, Andy? What is it?”
“Fuck me, please, Jack! Now!”
Not a word was said about proper speech. Andy thought she was flying through the air for a minute, and then she was flat on her back.
Jack loomed over her, smiling. She heard his zipper sliding open as he spoke.
“With pleasure, Ms. Bond!” He thrust into her hot, wet flesh lickety-split!
Andy gasped at his forceful entrance. It was just what she needed. Her orgasm was so strong it surprised her. While her hips jerked and her body writhed, she realized Jack had reached his peak and was coming inside her. For a brief moment in time, she imagined they were making a baby. She knew she wanted Jack’s child, even if she would never have him in her life.
The image of a baby flashed into her mind and while it didn’t make sense, she came once more. That’s when she knew it was meant to be.
