by Dakota Trace
“Look at me, slave.” His voice wasn’t as firm as he’d have liked but it was enough to get her attention. She opened her blurry eyes. “Do you want to come, Myrna?”
She nodded. “Oh God, yes! Please!” She yanked on the cuffs holding her. He made a mental note to check her wrists when they were done.
Hooking his fingers inside her pussy once more, he pressed insistently against the rough patch. She bucked against his hand, wailing as her body begged for a harder, faster rhythm - anything to sate the burning inferno enveloping her. His fingers were soaked where they stretched her. Her thighs were damp while her eyes were wild with desire. God, I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as she is right at this moment.
Placing his finger on her clit, he forcefully strummed it. He devoured her expression as overwhelming pleasure swamped her.
“Can I…ah hell…please, Master!” The desperation in her voice had him giving in.
“Okay, okay, slave, I’ll let you come. Although we’re gonna have to work on your stamina.” He parted her folds and sucked at her clit. More juices flowed out of her. As her panting increased and she tried to move away, his hands tightened around her. She wailed as he sunk his tongue inside her. He simply couldn’t get enough. Desire had him tight in its grasp.
His straight teeth nipped her clit and she stilled under him. Her thighs were trembling against the sides of his face. She was mumbling incoherently, now beyond herself. She needed just a bit more. Keeping his mouth sealed over her nether lips and clit, he let his free hand slide under her blouse. Tweaking her nipple hard, he forced her over the edge. Under his mouth she grew even wetter and his mind whirled as the first spurt of her climax cascaded over his tongue. Oh Goddess, she squirts! A low moan of pleasure left him even as her scream drowned it out. Slurping as fast as he could, he swallowed every gush of her honey. Loving every drop that left her to drip on him – he kept his arms wrapped around her hips, keeping her immobile.
When she finally fell back onto the pillow with a low careening moan, he loosened his hold on her. “Look at me, slave.” His voice was deep and still hoarse.
A red blush covered her cheeks. Whether it was from the intense orgasm he’d forced from her or deep embarrassment he couldn’t say. Either way he wasn’t letting her hide from him. Her eyes opened. “God damned if that wasn’t worth waiting for, baby, and damned if you don’t taste delicious.”
He could feel her surprise as he went about licking the remains of the wetness off her thighs. The idea she might think he’d reject her body’s enthusiastic response bothered him. She would soon realize she had a lot to learn about him and what he prized. He loved everything about her – including her incredible releases. In time, she would realize just how much.
Chapter Ten
Lying back against the bench, Myrna tried to control her breathing. Pleasure was still buffeting her. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t look down at the man, her Master, kneeling between her thighs. She felt the occasional lick as he found another trail of juice. Fear kept her still. She’d tried to control the explosion and utterly failed. While it hadn’t been as hard as she’d ever come, she’d managed to not soak him through. There was a reason she had a water proof sheet under her flannel fitted sheets. If she truly let go she’d ruin a mattress in no time. Despite the release he’d drawn from her, she still felt burning ambers of desire. She wasn’t completely sated but she wasn’t going to let Amery know. I’ll control this if it’s the last thing I do.
“Look at me, slave.”
She took a deep breath and forced her eyes open. Time to face the music. Between her thighs, Amery knelt, his hands rubbing up and down. His face was flushed and she could see the wetness along his swollen lips, chin and jaw. He looked utterly delicious.
“Do you realize how incredibly sexy that was? I don’t remember the last time I had a woman come so hard from my mouth and touch alone.” He licked his lips as if savoring the lingering taste of her.
Shock washed over her. He wasn’t disgusted? He wasn’t going to rail at her for making a mess? He continued as if he hadn’t just blown her out of the water.
“It took all my considerable willpower to not bury myself inside you. The idea of feeling your pussy milk my cock as it orgasms makes me want to forget my plans for you.”
Her face heated, but her pulse banged. She didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he shoved his cock inside her during the midst of her orgasm. The first time she’d realized her orgasms were abnormal was after a session with her husband. He’d stimulated her orally until she’d come. She hadn’t ejaculated though until in his rush, he’d slammed his swollen cock inside her. Riding the tail end of her first oral orgasm, his forceful entry had forced her climax to continue and she’d released again but with a harder, wetter orgasm. She’d received her first punishment as Grant’s slave because of it.
Even now she could hear his brutal words. “You dare piss on me, your Master? Get the hell out of my bed!” She’d spent a miserable night curled up on the floor next to the bed not understanding. When the morning dawned, she’d woken to find her husband standing over her with a calm expression on his face. “There’ll be no repeat of last night, slave. It seems oral sex is too much for you.” The idea Amery wanted it to happen had her whimpering as another gush of juice escaped her. Oh God don’t let him notice.
His low growl of pleasure made her realize her wish had been futile. His gray eyes glittered. “You tempt me, slave.” He leaned over her to press a wet kiss against her lips. She got a brief taste of herself on him. The spicy tartness was a surprise. It’d been a long time since she’d tasted herself.
“Why the look of surprise, slave?” Amery’s face was mere inches from hers.
“I wasn’t expecting this, Master. I forgotten how tangy I taste.” Even though she was uncomfortable with her orgasms, she wouldn’t lie to her Master.
He gave her a puzzled look as he released her wrists. He examined each before frowning. “You bruise easily, slave. I’ll have to remember that.” Rising from his kneeling position, he retrieved a small bottle of ointment from his briefcase. She idly wondered what else he had in the case. Unscrewing the cap, he arranged her on his lap. He took one of her wrists in hand and smoothed the cool substance over the chaffed skin of one wrist, before giving the other the same treatment. As he worked, he picked up their conversation as if he were doing nothing more than bandaging one of Caelan’s numerous scrapes.
“So you’ve never been tempted to taste yourself after masturbating? I’ll have to admit it’s very erotic to watch a woman lick a toy clean after she uses it.” He gave her a quick grin.
“No, Master.” She nibbled on her lip. “I can’t.”
He finished with the second wrist before glancing up at her. “Excuse me?”
She glanced down. “I’ve never been allowed to do that.”
When the silence became deafening, she peeked up at him through her lashes. Dammit, I’m a grown woman. I shouldn’t be cowering like this. But even with her internal pep talk, she was scared to admit to her new Master how she’d failed her first Master.
“Slave, you’d try the patience of a saint, and Lord knows I’m no saint.” He pulled her closer. “From your response, I’m assuming this has something to do with that bastard.” Her gaze flew up. It was the first time Amery had actually bad-mouthed Grant in front of her. A slow grin crossed Amery’s face. “That’s right, I actually called him a bastard in your presence.” He touched her cheek. “I may be many things, Myrna, but cruel isn’t one of them. If I had threatened in the past to kick his ass and called him every vile name under the sun, you’d have taken it as insult to your judgment. Get this through your stubborn Irish head! You’re no longer his slave. There is nothing wrong with you. Grant was simply the wrong Master for you. You need to throw out whatever expectations or rules he had for you. I don’t know why you held on to them after he left you but it ends now. Nothing you can do or how your body responds to
me is disgusting. Understand?”
She nodded before resting her head on his shoulder. “Yes, Master.”
Amery stared down at the dark head hiding burrowed against his chest. Through the parted neck of his shirt, he felt her breath and knew she didn’t believe him. Grant’s abusive training was too engrained to be forgotten by mere words alone. He was going to have to prove to his little submissive how much he enjoyed her very uninhibited responses to him. While his body was thrumming with anticipation at the thought, he knew it was going to take more than just him to convince his woman of it. Wrapping his arms around her, he stared out the window. Perhaps the visit from Caelan and Nisey will help.
* * * *
Once again smartly dressed, sans panties, Myrna followed Amery out of the private car. After retrieving the small overnight bag Amery had stowed without her knowledge, he led her out of the station. Raising his arm, he hailed a cabbie. Once tucked inside with him, she was shocked to hear him give the driver instructions to a nearby well-known hotel. It was one they’d used in the past.
“Really, Amery, if I’d known we were going to be staying overnight, I would’ve packed a bag.”
“I wanted to surprise you. I’ve made reservations at your favorite restaurant for this evening.” When she began to protest, he held up a hand. “It’s my treat.” Leaning closer, he brushed his lips over her ear. “Besides, as your Master, if I decide I want to spend money on you, as my slave you can’t say a word.”
A shiver of awareness caused goose bumps to race along her extremities. Fumbling with her purse, she began to dig around inside. She gave a quick sigh of relief when he moved back enough for her to breathe without inhaling his intoxicating scent. Her fingers closed around the small zipper bag. Fishing it out, she unzipped the insulated bag, checking to see if she had enough insulin in her purse for an overnight stay. She pulled out the clear vial to judge the amount left.
“We may have to stop by the pharmacist, Amery.”
He leaned back against the seat. “What kind of a Dom would I be if I didn’t consider all your needs, medical or otherwise? I raided the stash you keep at my house, along with a few other things.”
She glanced nervously at the briefcase sitting at his feet. “Dare I ask?”
A sensual smile curved his lips. “Only if you want to forgo our trip to the bank?” His eyes promised all kinds of temptation. “Because once I open my bag of goodies, I won’t be able to resist the temptation to use what I’ve brought. Unlike someone in this cab, I’m not as relaxed.” Her eyes darted towards the cab driver, who turned up the radio. She swallowed. “Shall I open it?” His eyes dared her to answer yes.
“No, I think I can wait to find out.” Her voice sounded strained.
His eyes twinkled with humor. “That’s what I thought.”
She was rescued from responding as the cab pulled up in front of the Hilton. After escorting her out of the cabbie, Amery paid the man. Taking his briefcase in one hand while draping the overnight bag over his shoulder, Amery guided her into the hotel with his hand at the small of her back. As her body reacted predictably to his touch, she mentally groaned. Having him touch me at will is going to take some time to get used to.
* * * *
Watching her walk into the room ahead of him, Amery gave a mental groan of frustration. More than anything he wanted to lock them away in their room for the rest of the day and night, or until he finally convinced her he wanted every part of her luscious body. Meeting with Spurnman was the last thing on his mind at the moment. After her explosive climax on the train, he’d wanted nothing more than to unfasten his pants and fuck her to another screaming orgasm. The only thing that had stopped him was the chance the porter might interrupt them with the luncheon call.
A hiss escaped him when he turned back from shutting the door to see Myrna bent over to open the mini-fridge displaying her delectable arse. She was evidently putting her insulin in the fridge or looking for something to drink. She glanced over her shoulder at the sound. “Amery?”
Dropping the case and bag on the chair next to the door, he strode over to her. Startled, she started to straighten. “Don’t move.” His voice had a hard edge to it but he didn’t care. He wanted to explore his arse. Now that she was his, he found himself as bad as a kid with a new toy. Not that thirty plus years had anything to do with it.
She froze in place with eyes which had gone misty with desire. Good, she’s just aware of it as I am. She’s going to submit fully to me tonight or there’ll be pure hell to pay.
“Master?” The entreaty and desire in her voice was like bathing every inch of his cock in heat. He wanted to toss up her skirt, rip open his trousers and take her hard and fast. Damneigh, I’ve got to calm down!
“Never mind. Why don’t you unpack our bag.” He nodded to the bag on the chair before escaping into the bathroom, leaving behind a very confused submissive.
* * * *
She wasn’t sure what she expected when they were escorted into Mr. Spurnman’s office, but the rugged man in a fine woolen suit which was cut to emphasize his build who greeted them with enthusiasm wasn’t it.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Doherty. Mr. Alastar, if I’m assuming correctly?” The man rose from his desk to shake Amery’s hand.
“Yes. Thank you for informing Mrs. Doherty and myself of the transaction. That was above and beyond your duties. As you’re now aware, neither Mrs. Doherty nor I were aware the funds had been withdrawn.”
“Nonsense, I’m merely doing my job.” He released Amery’s hand before gesturing to the seats. “Please have a seat and I’ll go over what I’ve found out since speaking to you on the phone.”
After they all settled back down around the desk, Mr. Spurnman reached for a manila folder. Opening it, he scanned the inside. “Now I do have some good news, Mrs. Doherty. While the bank receives your monthly check from your retirement fund, Mr. Doherty wasn’t able to access the principal amount.” He glanced back down at the paperwork. “In fact, Mr. Thames at Thames and Son assured me if Mr. Doherty tries to access the account, it’ll freeze the account until,” he looked up Myrna. “…you contact him in person and give your authorization code.”
Myrna nodded. “Good. I’m glad Mr. Alastar insisted I place one on my account. Perhaps there is a way to also do that with the other accounts?”
“Of course, if you’re still planning on having an account with us after I explain my findings with you. “ Mr. Sprunman shifted a bit before continuing. “I did an investigation of the teller who released your funds to your husband at Mr. Alastar’s request. After a bit of digging into the teller’s past, I was shocked to find out she had met your husband at a…” his eyes darted away from them. “…club which caters to the more sexually deviant clientele. From my investigator’s report, the teller in question was in a sexual relationship with your husband. Once I confronted her with the report, she admitted to the relationship and if Mr. Doherty hadn’t been in such dire straits, she never would’ve done it.”
“She said something along the lines that Grant was her Master and she had to obey. Your husband used her to access your funds. If it’s any consolation, she’s angry because he broke off their relationship right after he received the money. She’s told the authorities everything, including where to find him.” His face flushed. Whether in embarrassment to be talking about BDSM with someone who he thought was a sweet elderly woman or anger, Myrna wasn’t sure. Either way, she wasn’t happy about the situation. Even apart for thirty plus years, the man still had the ability to make her life a living hell. Damn you, Grant Doherty.
She was jerked out of her fuming by Amery’s icy calm voice.
“Am I correct in assuming the teller is no longer employed here?”
The man shook his head. “No. In fact the bank is pressing charges against her. She was arrested yesterday afternoon after I confronted her. There is also an arrest warrant out for your husband.”
“Good to hear he’s not getting away with
this. I hope they hang the son of bitch.” Myrna couldn’t help the viciousness in her voice. “Is there a chance of getting my money back?”
Mr. Spurnman’s face brightened. “Yes. This is one of the reasons we have insurance, Mrs. Doherty. I’ve been authorized to either give you a cashier’s check or if you reopen an account with us, deposit the missing funds into the account. I’m truly sorry about this mess and can assure you, I personally guarantee your money will be safe.”
Looking over to Amery for guidance, she met his eyes. He gave a brief nod as if to say it was her choice –he’d support her however she decided. “It’s up to you, sweetheart. If you don’t want to continue to do business with First Trust, we can get you an account with my bank.” Gone was astute businessman who held her Power of Attorney - in his place was her lover, her Master.
She reached out and squeezed his hand before turning her attention back to Mr. Spurnman. Not caring what the other man might think of her familiarity with Amery. “If I can add an authorization code to my accounts, I don’t see why I shouldn’t continue to do business with your bank.”
Relief showed on the other man’s face. “Good-good. Let me go get the paperwork. I’ll only be gone a few minutes.”
As soon as the man was gone, Amery yanked Myrna out of her chair. She found herself sprawled on his lap, with his lips against hers. She groaned when his tongue thrust forcefully inside her mouth to tangle with hers. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she clutched at him. Where had this passion come from? When his hand reached up to cup her breast, her thoughts scattered. The nipple pebbled under the rub of his thumb over the tip of her breast. When her hands left his shoulders to slide through his hair, he gave a growl against her mouth and abandoned her breast. Both of his hands latched onto her wrists. He dragged them down and pinned them behind her back. She groaned against his mouth. She loved the way his dominant hold made her feel. She had no choice other than to accept his kiss. She cried out when he tore his mouth away from hers.
