Erotic Weekend

by Cheyenne McCray

  Andi knew Derrick was intentionally driving her crazy. God, it felt so good having him wash her body with such great care. She wished her hands were free so that she could touch him, and wash his powerful body the same way he was washing hers. She loved the way his muscles rippled across his back as he moved, the flex of his biceps, the concentration on his masculine features. Part of her still couldn’t believe she was actually here at the Club, Derrick’s slave for the weekend.

  Boy, this ought to make for some interesting board meetings once they went back to reality.

  When he finished soaping her body, Derrick set aside the rag and once again took the showerhead in hand. He rinsed away the soap, rubbing his palms over her skin as he went. He stopped to palm her breasts, and Andi squirmed from his sensual touch. But when he reached her still-sensitized clit, he stroked it even harder than before, and she nearly lost it.

  “Spread your legs.” He pushed at the insides of her thighs as he spoke.

  “Yes, Master.” Andi did the best she could, considering she was hanging from a hook and her toes barely touched the shower floor.

  Derrick pulled apart the lips of her pussy with one hand and brought the showerhead between her thighs. Andi cried out at the feel of the pulsating jets of water against her pussy. She could feel another orgasm building, and she was willing to bet that it would be a powerful one.

  As she started to tremble, Derrick moved the showerhead away from her pussy, and her body sagged at the sudden loss of stimulation.

  “Andi…” His voice was full of reproach as he stood and forced her to turn so that her back was to him. Fortunately, the way he had knotted the scarf and placed it on the hook managed to keep her wrists from hurting. But her body was another story. She ached from hanging for so long and she was beginning to feel lightheaded.

  “I love your hair,” Derrick said after he turned her so that her back was to him. He sifted his fingers through her hair and Andi sighed at the luxurious feel of it. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you naked, astride me, with your hair sliding across my skin?”

  Wow. She’d had no idea. “Really? I mean no, Master.”

  “I have, baby.” He continued running his fingers through her hair in a way that made her want to moan. “But that’s not all I’ve imagined.”

  He left her for one moment and in the next she heard the shower spray and warm water rushed through her hair. When it was wet, he began shampooing her hair, massaging her scalp as he did so.

  “I’ve imagined you tied up in my bed while I fucked you out of your mind.” His massage intensified at the same time Andi’s pussy gushed with moisture from his words. “I’ve imagined you here, walking naked beside me through the resort while other men admired your body, knowing no one else would ever touch you but me…or anyone I choose to touch you.”

  Andi stilled. “You wouldn’t make me do that, would you?”

  “You have earned yourself another punishment, baby.” He began rinsing the soap from her hair. “You spoke out of turn and you didn’t address me properly.”

  Andi sagged against her bonds. “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “I can’t let you get away with it. You do understand, don’t you?”

  She sighed. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.” He turned her back around and reached up to untie the scarf holding her to the hook.

  When he released her, he massaged her aching arms down to her wrists and smiled at her. “It’s your turn to wash me.”

  With pleasure. “Yes, Master.”

  She used the showerhead on him, enjoying how the water beaded and rolled off his tanned skin. When she finished, she soaped him thoroughly, exploring every inch of his sexy body. She wanted to fuck him so badly, to rake her nails down his back, and to sink her teeth into his shoulder. She wanted it hard and fast and wild.

  When she reached his very erect cock, she was on her knees and she wanted to slide her mouth over him again, to taste him. But when she looked up at him, he shook his head no.

  Andi let out a little sigh and continued washing his legs, then moved behind him to scrub his athletic thighs. After she rinsed him off, she washed his hair. It wasn’t easy considering how much taller he was, but she managed.

  When they finished showering, Derrick toweled them both off, then led her naked to a vanity in the bathroom where he proceeded to comb out her hair. Her cheeks burned with desire as she studied his nude reflection and the concentration on his darkly handsome features. It was such an intimate moment, with him combing her hair, and she felt a flutter in her heart.

  Once her hair hung down her back, every tangle combed from it, Derrick raked his fingers through his own hair, giving it a sexy mussed look. When they were finished, he escorted her back into the bedroom.

  “Tomorrow you will be punished for climaxing without my permission.” He led her to the bed. For one moment Andi felt excitement at being able to cuddle up next to Derrick while they slept, but then he knelt down and pulled a trundle bed out from under the much larger bed.

  Her heart fell and her gaze shot to Derrick’s.

  “I’m sorry, baby, but you’ve disobeyed me. You’ll sleep here tonight, and tomorrow if you’ve earned it, you can sleep in bed with me.”

  Andi just stared at him. The bastard! But when his eyes darkened, she swallowed her anger and said, “Yes, Master.”

  She eased herself down onto the bed and beneath the covers. He knelt beside her and brushed a kiss over her forehead. “Don’t try to climax tonight.” He lightly stroked her shoulder through the blanket. “I’ll know and you’ll earn another punishment.”

  Andi nearly groaned as he moved away. There went that idea.

  Chapter Six

  Derrick woke to sunshine sliding through the wooden slats of the bedroom’s mahogany blinds. Propping himself on one elbow, he peered over the side of the bed to where Andi was sleeping, and studied her.

  What a beautiful woman. Her black hair was wild around her head, strands of it lying across her face and along the curve of her neck. Her eyes were closed, her lashes dark against her fair skin. The comforter draped over her hips, and his cock hardened at the sight of one breast and its puckered nipple. A slight sigh escaped her full lips and she stirred in her sleep, rubbing her thighs together as if to assuage the need there.

  He smiled at the thought of what he had planned for her today. She might balk, but he was sure she was up for the challenge. She was spirited and fiery, and not one to back down easily. The fact that she was submitting to him was amazing in itself.

  Derrick didn’t know how long he had watched her, drinking in the sight of her, when her eyelids fluttered open. She looked slightly dazed and confused when she first looked up at him, but then the prettiest blush stole over her cheeks.

  “Good morning, baby,” he said softly.

  She covered her mouth as she gave a little yawn. “Morning, Derr—um, Master.”

  “Good girl.” He slid out of bed, letting the blanket and sheet slide down his nude body. Andi’s eyes widened, her gaze fixed on his mammoth erection. This was going to be hell, making her wait, making himself wait. But it was going to be so damn good when he finally did take her.

  Derrick went to the wardrobe as Andi pushed herself up in the small bed.

  “I have something I’d like you to wear today.”

  Andi raked her fingers through her hair, her eyes still heavy-lidded from sleep. “Yes, Master,” she mumbled as she eased to her feet and moved to him. She walked as though she ached and he swore he heard a small groan of desire. He barely kept from smiling. She was going to be so on edge today, that by the time he fucked her, it was going to be one hell of an orgasm for both of them.

  When she reached him, Derrick asked, “Did you enjoy the harness yesterday?”

  Andi tilted her head as she looked up at him. “Do you want me to answer honestly, Master?”

  He nodded. “Of course.”

  “It drove me out of my mind, Master.�
�� She ran her hands down her waist to her thighs. “I need to come so bad I could just scream.”

  Derrick almost laughed. “That’s the idea. Part of your punishment.”

  Andi sighed. “Yes, Master.”

  “My concern now,” he said as he partially turned to the wardrobe, “is today’s punishment for climaxing without permission last night.”

  A worried expression crossed Andi’s beautiful features, but to her credit she didn’t say anything.

  He withdrew a lingerie box from the cabinet that contained something special he had purchased just for Andi when she’d arranged the weekend. When Shelia Tarantino had let it slip that Andi would be here, Derrick had made sure she would be his for the weekend.

  He handed the elegant box to Andi. “I would like to see you in this.”

  Raising an eyebrow, she took the box then moved to the bed where she set it down and opened the box. Wrapped in tissue paper was a leather push-up bra, a leather g-string, and a diamond-studded leather collar—along with a leash.

  Andi’s heart sank as she pulled the leash from the box. Oh. My. God. He was actually going to leash her.

  She cut her gaze to him and he gave her that devastatingly sexy smile of his. “Put on the clothing, baby.”

  “This is not what I call clothing,” Andi muttered.

  Derrick raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

  “Nothing, Master.” Andi dropped her gaze to the clothing. “I’ll just slip into these…things.” She gestured to the bathroom. “I need to use the facilities. Can I just change in there?”

  He gave a deep nod. “Don’t forget the heels. They’re still in the bathroom, near the shower. Feel free to use any of the supplies. They’re here just for you.”

  Andi swore he was trying to hide a smile. The bastard was getting a kick out of this. She’d kick him…

  Andi gathered up the box of leather nothings and scooted into the bathroom before he changed his mind. She closed the large mahogany doors behind her, then leaned up against it.

  Oh, shit. She was in for it today, she just knew it.

  After she finished with the facilities and freshening up, she used the brush Derrick had used on her hair last night to fluff it out. It hung in dark shining waves over her bare shoulders, and slid across her naked back like a caress. She found a new package of lip gloss and blusher sitting on the vanity, which was all she ever used anyway, and assumed that’s what Derrick had meant when he told her to make herself at home.

  When she finished touching up, she slipped on the miniscule leather g-string and cringed. Crap. He wasn’t going to make her go out in public like this, was he?

  Next came the push-up bra that made her breasts rise up so high and close that they looked like they were airborne. She found her heels exactly where they’d left them last night, and by the time she had them on she was sure she looked like a stripper, or worse yet, a hooker.

  Lastly, she pulled the collar and the leash out of the box. They were made from the same supple black leather as the g-string and the bra, and felt soft against her hand. Taking a deep breath, she clenched both in her fist. Maybe if she gave him big puppy-dog eyes, he’d forgo the torture?

  Yeah, right.

  While Andi was preparing herself, Derrick dressed. Breakfast arrived and was set up in the suite. He smiled to himself as he remembered Andi’s embarrassment the night before, when dinner was served and she was wearing virtually nothing.

  Smells of sausage, scrambled eggs, and pancakes filled the room, along with Andi’s lingering scent.

  When she finally pushed open the bathroom door and slipped into the bedroom, Derrick just about came in his leather pants. Her chin was high, her black hair flowing about her shoulders, and she had a light tint of blush to her cheeks and gloss to her lips. But hell, it was her body that about made him drop to his knees. The g-string and heels made her legs look longer than ever, and that bra—God, he just wanted to rip it off and eat her up.

  He gritted his teeth, trying to tame his erection and not having a whole hell of a lot of luck with it. He’d dressed in snug black leather pants and a leather lace-up shirt, both in the same soft leather as Andi’s sexy outfit.

  His voice came out gravelly when he spoke, and he mentally kicked himself. “The collar?”

  Andi’s expression fell as she raised her hand. “Here, Master.”

  He motioned to her to come to him and his cock ached at the sway of her hips and the bounce of her breasts in their tiny leather slingshots.

  He slipped the collar from her hand. “Turn around, baby.”

  “Yes, Master,” Andi said quietly as she obeyed.

  He pushed her hair over one shoulder and wrapped the soft diamond and leather collar around her neck. When he turned her back around, the platinum D-ring glowed in the sunshine spilling through the blinds. He took the leash from her hand, and saw the glint of fire in her eyes as he raised the clasp to her neck. One cheek was sucked in, and he was certain she was biting the inside of it to keep from telling him exactly where he could put that leash.

  “Do you know why you’re being punished, Andi?” he asked, as he snapped the leash to the D-ring.

  She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them to meet his gaze. “For disobeying you, Master. For climaxing without your permission.”

  He held the end of the leash in one hand and brushed his knuckles across her cheek with his other. She trembled beneath his touch. “You know I have to punish you. Remember that today.”

  Andi visibly swallowed. “Yes, Master.”

  He arranged her hair around her shoulders so that her breasts were clearly visible. “We’re going to enjoy the amenities of the Club. I’ll hold your leash and you’ll walk so that it is neither too taut nor too loose. When in my presence in front of other guests, you must keep your eyes downcast. You must not look at anyone directly, unless I introduce you to them.” He kept his tone intentionally stern and matter-of-fact. “When in the presence of another Dom, you must keep your eyes down and give the Dom a slight bow from your shoulders.”

  For a second he saw a glimmer of what looked like anger or frustration, but she bowed her head. “Yes, Master.”

  He hooked one finger under her chin and raised her face to look at him again. The glimmer was gone and her expression was resigned. “That’s my baby.” He brushed his lips over hers and she gave a sigh against his mouth. “Be a good girl and I won’t have to punish you even more.”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  He gave her a wicked smile. “Good. Now let’s eat breakfast.”

  Andi wasn’t so sure what he had in mind, but she followed him to the table, the leash lightly pulling at her collar. Her ankles wobbled a bit in her stilettos, and she felt exposed and vulnerable in the skimpy clothing.

  He seated himself at the lone chair before the table, which was situated so that it was somewhat sideways, facing her. He laid the leash across his lap, and gestured for her to kneel between his thighs. Andi held back a sigh as she knelt. Here we go again.

  Only this time he immediately unfastened his leather pants and withdrew his erection. Andi’s eyes widened.

  He slipped his hand in her hair, forcing her forward so that her face was close to his cock. “I want you to suck me while I have my breakfast.”

  Andi’s jaw dropped, and he took the opportunity to slide his length between her lips.

  “That’s it, baby.” He kept one hand in her hair while he forced her head down as deep as she could take him.

  At first she was too stunned to do anything, but when he said, “Andi…” in that warning tone, she started licking and sucking him in earnest. She used one hand to fondle his balls, while her other hand worked his cock. She found herself enjoying the feel of him in her mouth, the way his hardness slipped through her fingers, the taste of him on her tongue.

  Derrick smiled as he took a sausage link in his free hand and bit into it. Damn, it felt good having Andi go down on him first thing in the m
orning. He kept his orgasm at bay while he ate. She made small mewling sounds and hummed along his length, which brought him closer and faster to climax than he’d intended. He clenched his hand around his orange juice glass and watched his cock move in and out of Andi’s mouth. It was too much.

  His climax burst through him as his come spewed down her throat. He ground his teeth and the juice glass rattled on the table as he gripped it, fighting to keep from shouting out.

  When the last of his semen spilled into her mouth, he took her leash and pulled on it, forcing her to stop. Andi looked up at him, licking the come from her lips. He released his grip on the juice glass and brushed Andi’s hair from her eyes.

  “Did you enjoy your breakfast, baby?” he asked.

  Andi gave him a teasing smile. “Sausage is always good in the morning.”

  Chapter Seven

  After feeding Andi scrambled eggs, sausage, and pancakes as she knelt before him, Derrick ordered her to stand. He tugged at her leash. “Now we’ll go for a walk, baby.”

  Humiliation burned Andi’s cheeks as Derrick led her from the room, into the hallway. God, she’d never been so embarrassed in all her life as she was at that moment. As he led her by the leash, she wanted to fall through the floor every time they passed other Doms and subs. None of the subs were on leashes like she was. She kept her gaze downcast as per Derrick’s instructions, avoiding looking anyone in the eyes. That was one rule she was glad for. She’d surely die of embarrassment if she saw anyone at the resort who recognized her.

  Of course that would lead to the question of why they were here.

  Cool air swept over her nearly naked body. With the g-string, her ass was completely exposed, the front barely covering the triangle of hair between her thighs. The bra felt sensuous as it rubbed against her nipples, and her breasts seemed on the verge of exploding from their confines. Despite her nervousness, something about walking with practically nothing on past strangers was somehow exciting. Her nipples stayed hard as jelly beans, and her juices soaked the leather strip of her g-string.