Lord and Master

by Kait Jagger

He opened his mouth and she immediately held her hand up to it, bringing her lips close beside. ‘What would you do if I said that all I want right now is this…’ She kissed him once. ‘…and this.’ And kissed him again, dragging his lower lip between her teeth.

  He hesitated infinitesimally, then pulled her abruptly against him. ‘I’d say I live to serve.’ And they were at it again, tongues and teeth and lips and hands and hips. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the bed, kissing his chest and kneading her fingers in the base of his spine. He slid his hand into her neckline, along her waist and up over her bare breast and made a low noise in his throat. She unbuttoned his jeans, pushing him onto the bed, and turned her back to him, bending to untie and remove his shoes. Presented with her rounded bottom, he placed his hands on it first over her skirt, then under it, feeling her bare cheeks and swiftly moving up to her waist, where he grasped the string sides of her thong and pulled them down, negotiating her sandals with rather more skill than Luna herself could have mustered.

  She turned back around, put her hands on his waistband and unzipped his fly, reaching her hand within to stroke the hardness she found there. She shimmied his pants and boxers together to the floor, then stood and took in the sight of him. And she was glad, no matter what ‘to get you back’ meant – even if in the end it meant nothing – to have him lying there in front of her again, the muscles in his stomach rippling in the dim light of the room, segueing into that lovely bit of muscle between his hip and the start of the dark blond hair below. Which she ran her hand through now, feeling the crispness of it, moving toward the hard base of his cock.

  In response, he promptly sat up on the bed and clamped his legs around her, lifting her dress up. Taking over where he started, she pulled it up over her head, till she stood naked before him. She bent to begin working a gladiator sandal down her leg and he stayed her hand, growling, ‘Leave them on.’

  He stood and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her against him and simultaneously walking forward, forcing her to step backward. Then he took her by the shoulders and turned her around, presenting her to the wall of mirrors.

  ‘Look at yourself,’ he said. ‘Look, Luna.’ So she looked, saw herself clad in nothing but her high-heeled sandals, her irises startlingly pale against her dark eye makeup. One breast covered by her hair and the other crowned by a nipple that was already tight in anticipation of his touch. And him, standing behind her, eyes on their reflection, bending his mouth to her exposed neck, his teeth flashing white against her skin. She watched his hands in the mirror, moving up her thighs, pausing briefly at her waist to pull her toward him, rubbing his cock against the cleft of her butt. As always, her clitoris responded immediately to his arousal. She felt it actually twitch within the soft folds of her sex, the blood strumming through her veins, her vulva growing plump with it.

  He moved his hands to her breasts, placed his middle fingers on her erect nipples and inverted them, circling them around in a counter-clockwise motion. And it was so unbelievably good that she gasped, her eyes beginning to slide shut.

  ‘No,’ Stefan commanded harshly. ‘I want you to watch this. Watch what I do to you.’ He began plucking her nipples gently and Luna did as she was told, watching his fingers on her. Her thighs weakened with the pleasure of it, and she bit her lip to stop from moaning. And then he removed his hands from her breasts and brought one arm across her shoulder to steady her against him, while moving the other hand straight to her cleft.

  She moaned then – she couldn’t help herself.

  ‘Watch, Luna,’ he reminded her, delving into the soft flesh around her clitoris with all four of his fingers, pressing hard against her, moving fast. ‘I want you to think of this, the next time you touch yourself. Look at my hand on you.’ She watched his hand, moving so swiftly it was a blur, saw the muscles standing out along his forearm, felt herself begin to writhe against him. Her breath was coming in strangled gasps and her face, she could see, was contorted with what looked like pain.

  She reached the point of no return, thought she still had a few more moments to gather herself, when her orgasm took her by surprise, coming first in three short, involuntary pulses of pleasure that built into one massive one. She closed her eyes and threw her head back on his shoulder, arching and shaking and crying out. Luna was not normally one for noisemaking during sex, but this time she literally couldn’t stop herself, so intense was the feeling. Midway through her climax, Stefan’s hand grew more gentle on her, slowing and reducing pressure, and this, too, was incredible, drawing her orgasm out and leaving her whimpering against him.

  She couldn’t bear to look at her reflection again after that, to see herself surrendered against him. Instead she turned around and buried her head in his neck, breathing, ‘Thank you.’

  He shook his head. ‘The pleasure really was all mine, Luna. It always is with you.’ He ran his hand over the curve of her bum and she pictured him looking at its reflection in the mirror. ‘Really, these heels do the most amazing things to your posterior.’ His hand moved up to her hair. ‘I also like this. Very much.’

  ‘It’s the humidity here,’ she responded, lifting her own hand to his head, twisting her fingers into his scalp. ‘I like what it’s doing to your hair too.’ She placed her fingertips on his chest, gently pushed him down onto the chair beside the balcony doors. Placing her fuck-me-sandal-clad foot on the ottoman, she kicked it out of the way, glancing behind her at the mirrored wall, then back to Stefan, levelling her hands questioningly.

  ‘Is the angle right there?’ she asked. When Stefan lifted his eyebrows at her, she added, ‘I wouldn’t want you to miss anything.’

  He looked from her to the mirror and back. ‘The view is very impressive, from every angle.’

  She smiled and placed her hands on the back of the chair, sliding one knee between his outer thigh and the chair’s arm, followed by the other, till she was kneeling above him. She took his cock, still hard, still ready, gingerly in her hand. Then it occurred to her that this was the very first time they would have sex without a condom. And that seemed, suddenly, strangely serious.

  ‘Wait,’ she said, and lifted herself off him, going to sit on the ottoman. She slid the straps of her sandals down and removed them, then returned to him barefooted and resumed her previous position. This time he guided himself to her and she slowly descended upon him, her interior still slick from her own satisfaction. For a moment she didn’t move, and when she did her pace was unhurried. He, meanwhile, forgot about the view, resting his head on the back of the chair and closing his eyes.

  ‘Tell me what I feel like to you,’ she whispered in his ear.

  ‘You feel wet,’ he responded immediately. ‘And soft. And much warmer than someone with such cold hands has any right to feel…’ He half laughed, then sighed as she continued slowly moving atop him. ‘You feel…tight, like you were made to fit me.’

  ‘Can you feel it when I…?’ She clenched her muscles around him.

  ‘Ah, yes.’

  ‘And when I take you fully inside?’ she said, angling her hips and taking him as far into her as she could.

  ‘I can feel all of you,’ he replied. ‘And I don’t want to hurt you.’

  ‘It doesn’t hurt,’ she said simply. And began to move again. ‘Tell me what you want me to do.’

  He looked up at her and shook his head. ‘I’m very happy with what you’re doing right now.’ He closed his eyes again. So she carried on, finding that his slow pace, with his hands resting lightly on her hips, suited her. At some point he lowered his mouth to her, latching onto her breast, and she stilled.

  ‘That…’ she exhaled as he sucked her nipple, ‘ah, that…’ She flexed her knees, then took his head and pulled it to her other breast, watched his mouth take her in, his nose pressed into the curve of her soft flesh. ‘Can you feel what that does to me?’ He groaned and pulled her to him, till her breasts were full against him, his arms tight around her, his hips moving against her
s, grinding into her. He reached a hand in between them and spread her labia wide, pressing his fingers against her, rubbing her rhythmically.

  ‘Like that, yes,’ she said, then moaned and shook above him.

  ‘I feel that, Luna. I feel you coming…’ And with a final thrust, he came himself, holding her tightly, shuddering beneath her.

  It was 3am before they finally went to sleep, Luna sidling to the very edge of the bed and Stefan promptly pulling her back towards him, throwing his arm over her hip.

  ‘Stay there,’ he instructed when she wriggled, and soon enough she fell asleep.

  She woke later to find that she and Stefan had reversed positions. Now her arm was slung around his waist, her face resting on the pillow behind his nape. It was still dark outside; they couldn’t have been asleep for more than a couple of hours. And she should really have gone straight back to sleep.

  But he smelled so nice, and his ass felt so good nestled into her. She felt him breathing evenly, his back rising and falling against her. And she couldn’t resist; she ran her palm down his lovely stomach muscles (still tight, even in his sleep!) into his hair and down to his resting penis, holding it gently for a moment, before running her fingertips lightly over it. Feeling it respond even as his breathing continued slow and steady.

  It was completely hard in her hand when he woke, stretching and mumbling, ‘I have been having the most extraordinary dream…’

  ‘Don’t wake up,’ she murmured as he rolled on top of her and entered her. ‘Stay asleep.’ She wrapped her legs around him and offered her mouth and tongue to him. They made simultaneous ‘mmmm’ noises, then laughed, then fucked.

  And then slept some more.

  She woke again at just after 8am. Stefan’s leather bag was resting on the floor next to the bed; at some point he must have gone and retrieved it – from where she didn’t know. She heard his voice and looked through the white muslin curtains to see him out on the balcony, dressed in surfer shorts and a t-shirt, his laptop balanced on his knees. Hard at work, as usual.

  Luna rose from the bed, coiling her hair and wrapping it into a sloppy bun atop her head. Then she went and got into the shower, briefly lathering up and washing the previous night’s makeup off. Her face in the mirror looked tanned and…well shagged.

  She donned her blue bikini with the white polka dots and the little frill on the bottoms. She’d worried when she bought it that it was too sweet, too girlish for her, but the cut of it made the most of her figure, a fact that was confirmed for her when she briefly stepped out onto the balcony and silently motioned to Stefan, who was still on the phone, that she was going down to the pool. He kept talking, in German she noticed, but his eyes gave her a swift, approving once-over. He held a hand up to her as if asking her to wait, but she chose to ignore it, turning on her heel and walking back into the room, her flip flops thwacking gently against the soles of her feet. Today was her last full day in Miami and she had no intention of spending it listening to him make business calls.

  Walking down to the pool, she quickly assessed the strength of the sun and decided she could afford not to put on sun block for the moment; it could wait until she and Stefan decided what they were doing that day. Sitting on a deckchair close to a potted palm, she donned her Ray-Bans and stretched her arms above her head. She’d lain there for maybe ten minutes when a shadow fell over her and warm, firm lips descended on hers.

  ‘Good morning,’ she lilted, removing her sunglasses and scootching over on her deckchair so Stefan could sit beside her. Really, he looked dangerously good with his blond hair and his surfer shorts. And his mouth and tongue, when he bent to kiss her again, were…seductive, languorous.

  ‘What would you like to do today, Luna?’ he enquired eventually, tucking a loose tendril of hair back into her bun.

  An hour later, Luna was sitting in the passenger seat of Stefan’s rented Jeep, directing him up the A1A to the mid-40s.

  ‘I’m taking you the wrong way, really, but I wanted you to see this,’ she said, pointing in front of them towards the massive painted trompe l’oeil of an archway overlooking the sea that formed the side of the Fontainebleau Hotel. The road here turned sharply left – if you carried on, you’d run straight into the wall. Luna grinned at Stefan, who took his eyes off the wall long enough to smile at her in return.

  ‘Do you miss it, living here?’ he asked.

  ‘No,’ she said simply, then directed him to the causeway leading to Miami proper, and Route 1, which would take them all the way down to the Florida Keys. It was a drive she’d made frequently when she lived here; she’d taken all three of the girls to Key West at one point or another, she told Stefan. ‘Many, many drunken misadventures,’ she admitted. ‘But it’s a very pretty drive, and I think, I hope, you’ll like Key West.’

  The further south they drove, the more rural the scenery became, the bluer the ocean every time they glimpsed it in the distance. Luna made him stop at a roadside stand, buying a punnet of strawberries she fed to him as he drove. ‘It spoils you for anything else, the fruit you can get here in Florida,’ she said, wiping a little bit of juice from the side of his mouth with her finger and placing it in her mouth. Near Homestead, the last town before the road stretched west onto the Keys, they passed the entrance to a farm where long-stemmed roses were grown. Stefan pulled the Jeep over and they got out, staring at the acres and acres of roses stretching out before them.

  ‘You wouldn’t believe it if you hadn’t seen it, would you?’ Luna marvelled, recounting the story of Gerda and the witch in the rose garden, and how she’d left Miami because she was in fear of losing her mental faculties. To which he laughed, then sobered, burying his hands in her hair and kissing her.

  They stopped one more time, near Key Largo, where the ocean stretched out to their left and the Gulf of Mexico to their right. Sitting on a patch of sandy grass overlooking a stand of mangrove trees, Luna pointed out their tangled, overlapping roots, sunk into the swampy water below. Then she lifted her t-shirt over her head, revealing her polka-dot bikini top, and lay back on the grass. And Stefan lay down too, pressing his leg against hers.

  ‘Luna,’ he said eventually, ‘we do need to talk. There are things I need to explain to you.’

  Luna sighed and sat up. ‘Okay.’

  ‘I didn’t go back to Stockholm to play with my friends.’

  Luna shifted uneasily on the grass. ‘You don’t have to—’

  ‘Yes I do. Last Friday afternoon I was presented with an opportunity. A business opportunity. I can’t give you any details but…it’s a big deal, Luna. But if I take this opportunity, it means sacrificing other things, plans I had for my company, things I’ve dreamt of for a long time. This thing, it came out of the blue and it…blindsided me. I went back to Stockholm because I wanted to talk to my father, to take his advice. But he wasn’t available to meet with me till Saturday, and I am an investor in my friend’s restaurant, so…’

  ‘I see,’ Luna said.

  ‘I behaved badly towards you, Luna, and I’m sorry. All I can say is that I was distracted, and it didn’t seem right to try to explain all this to you on the phone. And I didn’t think how it would look to you, my uncommunicativeness. I promise this was nothing to do with you.’

  Luna was silent.

  ‘Believe me, I know now, if I was ever in any doubt, that you are not a woman to be trifled with.’ Stefan ran a hand through his hair. ‘And that’s another reason why this opportunity is problematic. There are a number of short-term implications for my business if I take it, things I’ll have to extricate us from, work that will have to be completed faster than anticipated. It will place a great deal of pressure on my staff, and that’s something I’ll have to manage.’

  ‘You’ll be busy,’ she said.

  ‘I’ll be busy,’ he concurred. ‘And I won’t be able to give you the attention I’d like to. I thought about asking if we could take a…time out, a break so I could focus on this and get it settled once and for
all. But then I thought of what you might say to a request like that.’

  ‘You thought right,’ Luna said, her voice cool.

  ‘It was a stupid idea anyway,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘Like there was any possibility I’d have managed to keep my hands off you.’ And he sounded so doleful that Luna sizzled and crackled anew.

  ‘Right, well, I wouldn’t want to hold you back from your business opportunities,’ she said, struggling to get to her feet. Only to be abruptly stopped by Stefan, who quickly inserted his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pulled her back down with a bump.

  ‘You have an annoying habit of walking away every time I’m trying to talk to you,’ he said tetchily. ‘Please just sit still for a moment and listen to me. I don’t want to take a time out. I don’t want to. I want to be with you, and talk to you, and fuck you, and sit in the sun beside you. And I’m sorry I ever gave you cause to think I didn’t. How could you have thought I wanted to give you the “it’s not you, it’s me” speech?’

  ‘Well,’ she said, ‘you said we needed to talk.’

  ‘Yes, and…?’

  ‘And, I thought that meant…’ She was starting to feel a little foolish now.

  ‘Ah,’ he said, light bulb going on. ‘Talk.’

  ‘Possibly I jumped to conclusions,’ she allowed, twisting her fingers together.

  ‘Possibly you did,’ he said, and began to laugh. She looked at him and frowned, only for him to laugh harder. He reached out and rubbed her arm, then froze dramatically, quoting, ‘If you don’t. Take your hand. Off my arm.’

  She covered her face with her hands and said, ‘Okay, okay, I overreacted. But in my defence—’

  He pulled her into his arms then, and said, ‘Luna please, for a little while, just shut up.’ And kissed her there, between the Gulf and the Atlantic.

  Chapter Twenty–One

  They arrived in Key West in the mid-afternoon, Luna deciding to go straight to the ‘old town’ portion of the island, which was only a mile wide and four miles long. The old town was the prettiest bit, being full of beautiful old Victorian wooden houses, including one where Ernest Hemingway once lived. When they eventually found a parking spot, Luna suggested they split up briefly.