She slipped her hand into Master’s and lifted on her toes. Running her nose along his jaw, a five o’clock shadow scraped her skin, and she moved her lips to his earlobe, giving him a little nibble. Guess he hadn’t had time to get home and shave before the party. “I’m ready,” was all she whispered. It was all she needed to say.
The song ended and the group of dancers clapped. Cass pulled her face away from his and offered the quartet a small clap of her own.
He slipped his hand into hers, his fingers curling over her knuckles, and he moved for the stairs. Then, freezing, his body seized, and panic swelled in Cass’s chest. Had he changed his mind? With a deep breath, he turned back to her, his eyes slowly opening, his jaw tight. “You lead the way, Mistress Cece.”
Excitement and panic pulsed through her veins, and she breathed deeply to tamp the unsure feelings down. Lifting her chin, she pulled him toward the stairs and up to her bedroom, as a thought struck hard in her chest. “I’ve never before asked you … what is your safe word?” Cass asked quietly, opening the door to her bedroom.
He entered first, circling the room with his hands in his pockets. “Guacamole,” he answered, completely straight-faced before lowering himself to sit on the edge of her bed. Any anxiety Cass had felt immediately morphed into a fit of giggles.
“Seriously?” She laughed, covering her mouth with a hand. “Guacamole? Why not add ‘holy moly’ to the beginning of that?”
“Hey now.” He grinned and leaned back onto his elbows. A massive erection already tented his slacks and he wet his lips. “I was young when I started, and when my first dom asked for my safe word … I panicked. Guacamole was the first thing that came out.” His grin widened, and Cass melted right along with that smile. The grin soon dropped and was replaced by a lusty, smoky gaze. “So, what’s first, Mistress?”
Cass wrung her hands, her emotions a hurricane thrusting through her body from one end to the other and her anxiety, the debris hurled all around. Dangerous. Damaging. She took a breath and reminded herself that she wanted this. And he wanted her to do it.
Her eyes wandered to the drawn curtains, where spying eyes had watched her earlier. “Why weren’t you coming tonight?” The question was out before she could stop it. She didn’t even know the question was in the deep recesses of her mind until she blurted it out without thinking.
His eyebrows arched, the soft smile he sported dropping just barely. “Work stuff.”
That same courage that had fueled her earlier bubbled from deep within and she hurled herself toward him, grabbing his bow tie in a fisted hand. The skin around his neck pinched with the movement, but not nearly as much as his frown did. “Bullshit. You wouldn’t let me get away with that sort of half-assed answer. I want the truth. And I want it now.”
Master’s eyes narrowed, the pale azure slicing through a web of black lashes in the same way a sliver of blue sky can cut through a storm cloud. He was beautiful and terrifying all at once, something that was part of his appeal.
He swallowed, and the movement traveled the length of his roped throat. “Very well. I had a conference call just before I came today. A potential new client—a family-oriented company. Let’s just say they had looked into my personal life, and despite my every effort to keep the private things secret, they’d still learned about a few of my habits.”
Oh god. It was his absolute worst fear realized. The number-one thing Master always spoke of was the utmost discretion when it came to his life. His subs. Cass gulped the knot in her throat and released his lapel. “What did you tell them?”
He shrugged, loosening his tie and tossing it to the floor. “I told them that I would not apologize for my tastes and lifestyle choices, but during the course of our contract, I would avoid public situations like this,” he gestured to the party.
Shit. And Cass had made him break that promise. “And you signed that contract today, didn’t you?”
He nodded, pushing off the bed. It creaked beneath his weight, and inwardly, Cass mimicked that moan. She was such an idiot. Of course he’d had a good reason for not coming tonight. He wasn’t a malicious man—well, not to her at least. And he wasn’t like other ex-boyfriends who would simply just stop calling in lieu of a proper breakup. But no, she just had to push him, force him into coming here and potentially losing this important client.
She shook her head, stepping back as he moved in toward her. “You should have just told me that. If-if you had explained why you couldn’t be here, I never would have threatened—”
“Shhh, Cass,” he crooned, pushing off the bed and advancing on her. He cradled the back of her head and, with a gentle tug, her cheek was against his lapel, the scratchy wool scraping her face. “For confidentiality purposes I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. I couldn’t e-mail you with the reason and I couldn’t risk you not seeing me ever again to allow me the explanation.”
“Oh god, so it is my fault.”
“No.” He chuckled. “It’ll be fine, trust me. If it’s brought up again, I’ll simply explain that my partner threatened to break up with me. I went for appearance’s sake, but it will be my last time for a while.”
“So … you won’t be coming to these parties anymore?”
He shook his head slowly. “Not until the contract is up.”
“And how long is that?”
There was silence before he finally answered, a small catch in his voice. “Twelve months.”
“Are we—are we allowed to see each other still?”
His eyes tilted down and lines creased at the corners. “Do you think I would have allowed them to dictate who I may and may not see?” he said finally. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he studied her. “Maybe you should consider a hiatus, too?”
Cass closed her eyes as sadness rose like the tide up the back of her throat. God, how she wished she could walk away and not look back. “I-I can’t. They really need the house and all.” The lie sputtered from her lips and she ducked his gaze.
She felt, rather than heard, his heavy sigh above her. “I’m sure they could find another hostess,” he said quietly. When she didn’t respond, he gave her hand a light squeeze. “Well then, with this contract we’ll need to be discreet. Nothing playful in public.” He caught Cass’s chin between his fingers, tipping her gaze up to his. “No more elevator trysts,” he added with a smirk. Then, as quickly as he turned playful, the smirk disappeared and his eyes softened, reflecting the warm light of the bedside lamp. “I want this to be real, Cass. Us. I want us to be more than an arrangement. If you’ll have me.”
The breath stalled in her chest, the metal zipper pinching into her ribs with the deep breath. She had been waiting for this since they first met. She’d fallen hard for this man. Hard and fast. “So …” she began quietly with a grin. “I won’t be calling you Master in public?”
He rolled his eyes and the other hand smoothed down the side of her silky gown, landing on her ass in soft strokes. “As if you did that in the first place.”
“You never wanted it.”
“Well, it wouldn’t exactly have been discreet, now would it?”
Cass chuckled and sighed into his chest. It felt natural, organic. “With how you command a room, you’re incapable of being a discreet man.” She pulled back, looking up into his chiseled face, that black hair styled in the perfect black tie way. “You’ll never just be a face in the crowd.”
His hands scooped up her back, grasping her shoulders with an urgency that hadn’t existed moments before. “You’re one to talk,” he said in a hoarse whisper. One hand tunneled into Cass’s hair, the long, soft waves falling around and in between his fingers, and just as quickly, his lips were on hers, licking into her mouth. It was the perfect combination of tender and raw, and Cass’s entire body clenched with need.
Cass sank deeper into the kiss, tangling her own fingers into his hair and backing him toward the bed. And, for the first time in their relationship, he let her. She slid her fingers down his neck, raking h
er nails against his soft flesh. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue diving deeper, coaxing her to open for him.
Cass ripped his shirt open, the buttons scattering thunderously across the hardwood floor. He pulled back from the kiss, but her lips couldn’t leave his body yet and she trailed her kisses down his chin and throat. His chuckle vibrated against her lips. “I guess that was payback for the elevator, huh?”
Slowly, he lay back on his elbows, his eyes igniting—the sort of spark that only needs a quick jostle to roar to life—and his gaze locked on Cass. The rapid heartbeat was thundering in her ears, so loud that she was certain he too could hear it. Her sex clenched with an emptiness that no one else could possibly fill.
She was emerged up to her eyes in a world of drugs, but this man in front of her was the only drug she was hooked on. He delivered on promises of passion, escape, and an energizing ability to deliver a high like no other. If Master was her drug then Cass was a junkie.
She ripped the belt from his dress pants and slowly pulled the zipper down. His erection sprang free and his eyes danced, never leaving her. Cass quirked an eyebrow. “No boxers tonight?”
A wicked smile curved along his strong jaw. “Why add more layers?”
Cass curved her fingers into the waist of his pants and slid them down his powerful legs until they fell to the floor.
Remnants of the champagne fizzed on her tongue and her mouth felt dry as she stood, taking a couple of steps back. “Touch yourself,” she whispered.
He fisted his veiny cock, slowly stroking from base to tip, his eyes locked on Cass.
With a deep breath and shaky fingers, Cass undid the brooch and the flowing gown fell to her feet in a puddle of chiffon. Beneath the dress she wore no bra or panties, but there was a garter belt with black thigh highs strapped in, her knife still attached to the curve just above her knee.
He froze and his jaw fell open just the slightest bit, his eyes grazing her body like the gentle brush of a feather, and she could feel that gaze resonating between her legs even though he hadn’t yet laid a finger on her. He quirked an eyebrow as his eyes landed on the knife. “Taking this dominatrix thing to a whole new level, I see.”
She smirked and released the knife, dropping it on top of her fallen dress. “Cece always comes prepared,” she whispered, her mouth dry.
“Prepared?” He laughed, and there was a tightness in the sound. He seemed nervous for the first time Cass had ever heard. “For what exactly?” His hand stopped moving but still clenched his rigid dick.
She swallowed as the lie slipped through her lips. “It’s for the fish—that everyone had to bring.” Her pussy clenched as a clear drop of moisture pooled at the tip of his dick. “No, don’t stop,” she said, circling the tip of her own finger over her swollen clit.
He groaned and stroked himself again, though his movements were a little more stilted. “I need to touch you,” his voice strained.
Cass chuckled and stepped between his legs, dropping to her knees. “In time. For now,” she looked up at him and ran her tongue over her lips, “keep those hands above your head. And do not move them until I tell you so.”
He grunted and threw his hands above with a force that made the bed bounce. He looked utterly delicious, and Cass’s mouth watered as she opened wide, wrapping her lips around his girth. Using her hand, she gripped the base, running her fingernails along the tender skin at his balls. They tightened with her touch, and using her free hand, she squeezed harder, cupping them firmly.
A breath was heard from above, followed by a grunt, and she slurped her tongue along the underside of his shaft. His pre-cum effervesced in her mouth and she happily swallowed him as her tongue circled his tip, grazing the ridge of his head. Taking him deep, all the way to the back of her throat, he hissed a curse, and a palm landed gently on her head, fingers diving into her hair.
Pulling away, she scraped her teeth against his sensitive skin hard enough to make him grunt, and pulled away from his erection, moving to the nightstand. Grabbing a couple of scarves, she lowered her lips to his nipple and caught it between her teeth, grasping his hand in hers. She tugged his hands to the bedpost and tied them into place. “If you can’t be a good boy,” she rasped, “then I’ll have to restrict your movement for you.”
His eyes flashed. “And what’s my punishment?”
Cass straddled his face, her damp body hovering inches above his mouth. She grinned. “When the clock turns you have one minute to get me off.”
“My punishment is tasting you?” His eyebrow lifted and a wry smile tugged at his lips. “I think you need to learn the difference between punishment and reward, ba—”
“Go,” Cass said, dropping herself onto his mouth. Soon after regaining his composure, his tongue worked her clit, suckling and nibbling before thrusting deep inside of her. Desire and pleasure hazed Cass’s mind and she whimpered, biting her lip. The idea was to hold back—fight the orgasm so as to enjoy the punishment after. His tongue traced the seam of her sex slowly and so very lightly that the touch was barely even there. Cass fell forward, her hands gripping the headboard. It was almost too much to bear.
His eyes fluttered to hers, meeting in a connection, but his tongue didn’t stop working. Those baby blues flashed like a lightning bolt. His tongue explored deeper, swirling inside of her, and she cried out in a voice she didn’t even recognize, her grip tightening on the bed.
Heat and moisture built in Cass’s body and she was so aroused that she could feel herself gushing. Though the pleasure was filling her, she had to resist; the spiral of enjoyment and intensity built lower in her belly, tightening. It was all-consuming, like the eye of a hurricane in which nothing but pure pleasure existed. The wind pulled her deeper into the eye, spiraling into a sea of delectable sensations.
His tongue laved at her, fast and hard, and Cass’s sex clenched so intensely that her thighs trembled on either side of his cheeks. White-knuckled and gripping the headboard, she cried out, thrusting her pelvis deeper onto his face as his tongue slowed, softening as the convulsing muscles relaxed from around his tongue. “Oh my god,” Cass whispered. That was quite possibly the most intense orgasm she’d had to date.
Her eyes fluttered open; two minutes had passed. “You failed,” she managed to rasp, inclining her chin to the clock. He stretched his neck to see, a gleam in those blue eyes of his.
“And yet somehow we both still win.” His hot stare raked her body, and Cass’s breasts grew heavy, her nipples tightening to two hard peaks. His gaze locked on her breasts and he licked his lips. “Your body reacts when I simply look at you,” he said, stating the obvious.
Cass curled her fingers along his chin and the soft rasp of stubble poking through was a tantalizing reminder of the friction it just had caused between her legs. His lips glistened with what she could only assume was herself.
Cass lowered her face to his mouth and he parted his lips, preparing for hers. She paused, hovering just above before licking the glistening moisture from his bottom lip, slowly. He tasted like a combination of wine mixed with her own essence. It was intoxicating and incredibly arousing.
Pushing off his body, Cass rolled herself to a standing position on top of him. With a bent knee, she hovered a heeled foot over his mouth. “Suck my heel,” she said. “Suck it like it’s a cock and show me how you like it done.”
He eyed the heel, his gaze shifting between it and Cass’s face. “Cass, I—”
Her palm came down hard across his cheek, and though it stung, pleasure receptors fired off in her mind and body. “You call me Mistress,” she said quietly.
A smirk twitched at his lips and he nodded once. “Yes, ma’am.” Wetting his lips, he closed his mouth around Cass’s heel, working the tip in and out. He thrust his neck forward, grimacing as he took it deeper into his throat. He gagged, pulling back, leaning over the side of the bed, spitting. “Apologies, Mistress,” he said, moving forward to try once more.
Cass pulled her foot back, b
ringing the bottle of water that was on her nightstand to his lips. With hands still strapped to the headboard, he tilted up, taking a sip and gargling the water before swallowing it down. “Good boy,” she said with a gentle pat to the head.
Cass’s gaze swept the length of his body, landing on his erection still spearing high toward the ceiling, and raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Your bodily reaction seems to counter your objections.” His eyes gleamed as Cass dragged her damp sex gently down his body, starting at his sternum. Her clit just barely brushed between his pecs, down to his stomach, until his hard length was cradled in the apex between her thighs. She rocked into him and his eyes fluttered closed as a moan escaped his full pout.
He wasn’t inside her yet, but she rode against him, her juices lubricating his length, preparing him for herself. She lifted to her knees, bracing the base of his dick in her fist and lowering herself onto him. Slow. Tortuously slow. He hissed a breath that was followed by a grunted curse. As she pulled up, his cock slid out of her, the friction delicious.
Cass leaned forward, her breasts falling just above his face, her hard nipples peaked at his mouth.
His eyes flashed with a plea. “Can I please touch you? Taste you? Anything?”
Cass smirked and her skin tightened with his desire. She dropped her body back down as he thrust into her, hitting the knot deep inside. “Just your mouth,” Cass answered, and the words were barely past her tongue when his lips came down on her nipple, suckling and licking the tight nub.
She groaned and with a free hand massaged her other breast, bouncing harder, riding him and rolling her hips over his.
He switched to the other breast, kissing and worshipping every section of her body he could reach with his tongue. Cass leaned forward, untying his hands from the bedpost.
The second he was free, they clamped around her waist, sliding down to her ass and cupping her bottom. He pulled and tugged her up and down onto his body, pumping himself harder and deeper inside of Cass.
It felt amazing. Hot. And with the added movement and heat, sweat trickled down Cass’s spine. It took everything she had to wrench his hands away from her body, pinning them on either side of his face. “You forget,” she panted, “you’re not in charge here.”
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