Erotic Weekend

by Cheyenne McCray

  Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy. God, the thought of turning over control seemed almost uplifting. She could do this. Right.

  Andi slipped behind the heavy velvet curtain and into the dressing room. When she finished undressing, she shoved her clothing and heels into one of the fine cloth bags then wrapped a thick blue towel around her body.

  When she reentered the room, Jamie stood before the shelves, her back to Andi. “Go ahead and lie down, sweetie.”

  Andi held the towel tight around her as she climbed up onto one of the leather tables, face down.

  “Jasmine.” Jamie returned, carrying a bottle filled with golden oil. “Master Derrick insisted.”

  Andi frowned as Jamie poured some of the liquid into her hand and set the bottle down. Andi hadn’t heard him say any such thing, although he had whispered to Jamie. It was a scent she loved, that she always wore, so she wasn’t going to argue.

  The air filled with jasmine perfume as Jamie rubbed the oil between her hands, then began massaging Andi’s back with an experienced touch.

  Andi couldn’t help it. She groaned at the sensation of the woman working the oil into her body and relaxing the tension from her muscles. As Jamie worked, she pushed the towel down as she went, until Andi was naked. “Hey—” Andi started.

  But Jamie said in a no-nonsense voice, “Best get used to baring yourself, sweetie.”

  Andi gulped. “Okayyyy…”

  While she massaged Andi’s backside, Jamie explained the rules. “When you are in the same room as your Master, you must keep your hands behind your back, your stance wide, and your gaze lowered.”

  Andi buried her face in her arms as Jamie rattled off more “rules.” Oh, Andi had done her research on the internet before coming to the Club, but the thought of actually going through with all this—with Derrick, no less—was scaring the hell out of her. This was no investment deal, nothing she was in control of.

  As far as this weekend was concerned, she truly was going to be Derrick’s slave.

  Andi focused on the massage, trying not to tense up when Jamie kneaded her buttocks, then her upper thighs, nearing her folds. To her surprise, the intimate contact made Andi’s pussy ache. When Jamie had her turn over, it was even worse. Jamie’s hands were skilled, professional, but as she worked over Andi’s breasts, belly, and upper thighs Andi thought she’d scream if she didn’t have an orgasm.

  She was relieved when Jamie finally finished the sensual massage. She would have been mortified if she had climaxed.

  Boneless, Andi slid off the table with Jamie’s help. She was entirely naked, but right now she didn’t care. She felt too good, too relaxed.

  “I have just the thing for you to wear for Master Derrick.” Jamie bustled to the closet and rummaged through it. When she returned, she was carrying a little black leather outfit that didn’t look like it would cover much of anything.

  It didn’t. When Andi finally squeezed into the tight outfit, she stared at herself in the mirror, wide-eyed. The black leather corset tied below her breasts, thrusting the small globes up and together so that she actually had cleavage. It made her breasts look like they were on a serving platter. The top of the corset barely covered her nipples, a hint of her pink areolas peeking above the black leather.

  The skirt wasn’t much better, barely hiding the curls of her mound and her ass cheeks. There was no underwear.

  “This can’t be all of it,” she said through the curtained changing booth.

  “Let’s see,” came Jamie’s pleasant voice from outside the booth. “But don’t forget the heels.”

  “Heels. Right,” Andi muttered as she rifled through the clothing bag and pulled out the four-inch black stilettos. She took another look in the full-length mirror. Her nipples rose up so hard and taut they could be seen pressing against the soft leather. The areolas puckered around the diamond-hard nubs that were barely concealed. Her cheeks were no longer pale, but flushed with either excitement or embarrassment—probably both—and her eyes were big, the irises a deep chocolate brown. Her hair hung in dark waves over her shoulders, and she arranged it so that it spilled over her breasts, covering up what had been peeking out.

  Damn, she looked hot. Talk about a sex kitten. Everything about how she was dressed and how she looked screamed, fuck me, I’m yours!

  Her cheeks burned at the thought of Derrick seeing her like this. Maybe he’d take her right then and there and relieve the ache between her thighs.

  “Come on out, sweetie.” Jamie sounded a trifle impatient. “Your Master is waiting.”

  Andi shivered. Master.

  When she pushed aside the stall’s curtain and stepped out into the room, her entire body burned. “There has got to be a wrap or something for this thing. I can’t walk out there like this.”

  “It’s perfect. Only one more thing.” Jamie turned and rummaged in a cabinet, and then brought out a long strip of silver-studded black leather. “This should do.”

  Andi gulped when she saw that it was a collar, much like the one Jamie was wearing. It even had the loop to snap a leash to. “You are not going to put that thing on me.”

  Jamie sighed, her green eyes flashing with impatience. “Perhaps Master Derrick would prefer to do it himself. Some of the Doms do, you know.”

  Andi didn’t know any such thing, but she’d wait and argue the point with Derrick.

  Jamie escorted Andi from the room, down to another hallway, to a common room filled with couples dressed much like her. Andi tried not to look as Jamie led her up a sweeping staircase to the second floor. The entire way Andi trembled, and every time they passed anyone, she flushed with heat. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that both men and women gave her appreciative glances as they passed. But Andi kept her head up and tried not to meet anyone’s eyes.

  They passed numerous doors as Jamie led her forward. Everything was done beautifully in mahogany and forest green, and the carpet was paisley, done in the same deep green as well as burgundy.

  They came to the end of another corridor, this one taking up an entire corner with a set of double doors, obviously a suite. Jamie knocked on the immense mahogany doors, and Andi held her breath.

  Chapter Three

  The moment Derrick heard the knock at the door his gut tightened. He had bided his time, waiting for his opportunity with Andi. At the investment corporation she was always so cool and aloof—untouchable. But now he was going to do more than touch. His cock strained against his leather pants, and he wondered how long he was going to last before he had to take her.

  No, he was going to make her wait as long as possible.

  With slow, even strides, he walked toward the door of the spacious suite, knowing that every moment of anticipation would heighten Andi’s nervousness and desire. It was going to take all his strength not to fuck her the moment he saw her.

  He didn’t realize how true that thought was until he swung the door open and saw Andi standing in the hallway, her chin raised and her eyes flashing with the spunk and fire he had always admired in her.

  Yes, this weekend was going to be interesting, to say the least.

  “Master Derrick, her collar.” Jamie handed it to him then bowed her head. “If you have nothing further…”

  He waved her off, unable to take his gaze from Andi. “Thank you, Jamie.”

  The slave strolled away, leaving Andi and Derrick alone. Clenching the collar in his fist, he took a moment to drink in the sight of her, letting her nervousness build as he appreciated every damn inch of her. Jamie had picked out the perfect outfit, the tight leather skirt, so short it revealed Andi’s mile-long legs, and the corset pushed up her luscious breasts in a way that made his fingers itch to touch them.

  Derrick took Andi’s hand and drew her into the room. Her fingers trembled in his grasp despite the composed and haughty expression on her face.

  Oh yes, he was going to enjoy teaching her to submit.

  When they were alone in the room, Derrick said, “I’m certain J
amie taught you the rules. You’ve simply chosen to ignore the first.”

  Andi bit her lip and he could see the war within her. A take-charge woman giving over control to a dominant man—she was obviously going to need to be taught a lesson. Likely several.

  Inwardly he smiled at the thought.

  When Andi didn’t answer immediately, he said, “Is a second punishment in order?”

  After a brief flare of defiance in her brown eyes, Andi lowered her gaze and bowed her head. “No…Master.” She widened her stance and put her hands behind her back.

  He slowly walked around Andi, trailing the leather collar over her shoulders and her back, admiring every beautiful inch of his woman. She smelled of jasmine oil and the rich scent of her desire.

  He stopped behind her and skimmed the collar along the inside of one thigh, up and under the skirt toward her mound. Andi made a small gasp, but to her credit did not move. His hand slowly traveled up to her folds where he cupped her pussy, pressing the leather against her softness. He slid one finger into her silky heat and she shuddered.

  “You are ready for me.” He stroked her clit and Andi let out a small groan as more of her moisture coated his hand. “Would you like me to make you come now?”

  Andi’s voice was low and breathless when she responded, “Yes.”

  “Yes…what?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He paused for a moment, letting the anticipation build. “No, I don’t think you’ve earned that.” He slipped his fingers from her folds and brought his hand to his nose to drink in her heady scent. His cock twitched. Damn, at this rate, he wasn’t going to last long.

  When he finished circling Andi, and stood in front of her again, he said, “Raise your head.”

  Andi obeyed and thrust her breasts out so that they were displayed in a most tantalizing way. But still, her long dark hair obscured his view.

  Desire seared Andi’s veins as Derrick pushed her hair behind her shoulders. Her pussy still tingled from where he had stroked it, and she was just dying for an orgasm.

  He looked so damn good in a black sleeveless T-shirt and tight leather pants that molded his athletic thighs. He smelled good, too. Of spicy aftershave and male musk.

  After he pushed back her hair, Derrick used the black collar to trace the top of the corset, over each breast, stroking the dark pink of her areola that peeked above the material. He hooked one finger at the middle of the corset and Andi gasped as he tugged and her breasts popped free.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, rubbing the collar from one taut nipple to the other. He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over each pebble-hard nub. Andi couldn’t help the soft moan that spilled through her lips at the contact.

  A knock came at the door and Derrick raised his head. His gaze locked with hers for one long moment. “Don’t move,” he commanded and turned on his heel.

  Andi brought her hands in front of her and started to tug the corset up and over her breasts before he opened the door. Derrick glanced at her when his hand rested on the door handle.

  “I told you to not move.” He gave her a firm look as he stuffed the collar into a pocket of his leather pants. “You have earned your second punishment.”

  “But—”

  “Do you wish to earn a third?” His gaze narrowed. “Don’t speak until spoken to, and put your hands behind your back and keep your stance wide. Leave the corset under your breasts so that I can view them whenever I’d like to.”

  Andi thought about arguing, but wasn’t too sure what he had in mind for her punishments. She decided to obey and put her hands behind her back and tilted her chin even higher.

  When Derrick opened the door, he let in three men carrying domed platters. Andi thought she was going to die of embarrassment, standing there with her naked breasts on display. A swirl of air came in from the hall, brushing over her nipples, making them ache even more.

  To her relief, the waiters didn’t even look at her. They busied themselves with setting down the trays, lifting domes, and arranging food upon the large mahogany table at one end of the room.

  Andi’s stomach growled even louder this time as she caught the rich smells of lobster, shrimp, grilled salmon, clam chowder, and fresh baked bread.

  To get her mind off food, and off her naked breasts, she gazed at her surroundings. It was an absolutely amazing suite with its richly polished mahogany furnishings and the cushions done in cranberry velvet. Vases of fresh flowers graced the tables, in what must be the sitting room. Andi caught the perfume of roses, orchids, and lilies mixed with the scent of lemon oil.

  To the far end of the room was another set of double doors, and Andi imagined it led to the bedroom. Just the thought of going into the bedroom with Derrick sent more thrills through her pussy. God, was she really going to fuck her fellow VP?

  When the men finally left with their empty platters and trays, the door slammed shut behind them. Derrick moved to Andi, his movements as lithe and graceful as a panther. She had never seen him in anything but his expensively tailored business suits, and she couldn’t believe he looked even hotter in just a sleeveless T-shirt and those leather pants and black boots.

  He paused at a wardrobe with two drawers beneath it, and a pair of doors that swung open when he grabbed the handles. Several shelves lined the right side of the wardrobe, an assortment of items littering each shelf. On the left side, a few outfits hung—very sexy-looking outfits from what she could tell.

  When Derrick closed the wardrobe, he had a tube in one hand and something that looked like a black leather belt with a dildo and a butt plug on it…

  Oh, shit.

  Andi swallowed, hard. Her eyes widened the closer he came. “Uh, you’re not—”

  “Andi…” He frowned. “You know you are not allowed to speak without permission.”

  She swallowed again. “Yes, Master.”

  He stood before her and stroked hair from her face. “And no, you don’t have permission.” He knelt before her and pressed the inside of one of her knees. “Spread your legs wider.”

  Andi obeyed, half-afraid and half-excited about what she knew he was about to do.

  “This is your first punishment.” He used the gel from the tube and lubed the butt plug so that it glistened in the room’s soft lighting. He pushed up her skirt, grabbed one of her ass cheeks with one hand. “You’ll wear this belt until I allow you to remove it.”

  Andi held her breath as he placed the head of the plug at the puckered flesh of her anus. Slowly he entered her, gently pushing the plug up her ass, filling her deep. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning with pleasure.

  He leaned forward and sniffed the soft curls of her mound. His tongue darted out, snaking along her slit, and more moisture flooded her pussy as a thrill curled through her belly.

  “You’re so hot and wet for me.” His voice held a note of satisfaction.

  Yeah, definitely no need to lube the dildo.

  Derrick thrust the rubber cock into her channel and Andi gasped at the sudden intrusion. She almost moved her hands from behind her back to brace herself against his shoulders, but managed to catch herself in time.

  He fastened the leather harness around her waist that kept the dildo and the plug tight in her holes. She’d never felt anything like it in her life, and she thought she’d come if she took a single step.

  As if reading her mind, his blue eyes met hers as he straightened and said, “You may not come without my permission. Do you understand?”

  Well, damn. She hesitated, but he narrowed his gaze and she hurried to say, “Yes, Master.”

  Derrick turned and strode to the table laden with delicious-smelling food, and seated himself. She waited for him to tell her to sit down at the table, but instead he began filling his plate, ignoring her. She started to say something but snapped her mouth shut. Her stomach did the talking for her, growling so loudly she’d just about bet it could have been heard through the heavy doors and out into the hallway.

/>   When his plate was full, he finally looked at her. “Stand here.” He pointed to the carpet directly in front of him.

  Andi kept her hands behind her back and followed his instructions. With the plug up her ass, and the dildo up her pussy, she felt like she was waddling. It was hard to walk in stilettos and look graceful when her orifices were stuffed with rubber.

  When she reached him, he said, “Kneel.”

  She only hesitated a moment then knelt before him, feeling the shift and pull of the plugs within her.

  He withdrew the studded black collar from his pocket and held it in front of her. “You’re my slave for the weekend, Andi, and you’ll wear my collar.” The tone of his voice brooked no argument.

  She gritted her teeth. “Yes, Master.”

  He simply took it for granted and adjusted her long hair so that he could fasten the collar around her neck. When he finished he caught her chin in his hand. “You belong to me this weekend.”

  Shivers of excitement at his tone and the look in his eyes shuddered through her. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  “However, you do need a safe word.” His expression became serious as he spoke. “If anything I ask of you frightens you or is beyond what you are physically or mentally capable of handling, you’ll say your safe word and the weekend is over.”

  Andi swallowed. Safe word…safe word…

  “Portfolio,” she blurted out.

  For one second Derrick looked taken aback and then he chuckled. “That will work. After all, you’re investing in yourself this weekend.”

  Andi hadn’t quite thought of it like that.

  Derrick turned back to his dinner. A champagne glass was set before his plate with chilled shrimp around the rim. He dipped one into the red sauce in the middle of the glass and brought the morsel to her mouth. “Eat.”

  She parted her lips and took a bite of the giant shrimp he offered her. The tang of lemon and the sinus-clearing taste of horseradish filled her mouth along with the succulent shrimp. Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he brought the shrimp to his mouth and took a bite from it before dipping it into sauce and feeding it to her again.