Dangerous Master

by Tawny Taylor

  This was nice.

  Up, Rachel and Lindsay worked, massaging, washing her wrists, her arms. Meanwhile, Jennifer kneaded the tension out of Mandy’s neck and shoulders. Oh, yes, this was very nice. She closed her eyes. It was easy to forget those were women’s hands lightly caressing her arms, rubbing away the day’s aches from her upper back.

  Until Rachel and Lindsay reached the top of her arms and their fingertips drew small circles along her collarbones. Then her eyelids fluttered open and she became painfully aware of the fact that those soft touches were coming from women. Sexy women. Sexy women standing extremely close to her.

  A little shiver of unease buzzed through her body.

  “We are here to give you pleasure,” Jennifer said, her voice rich and smooth, satiny. “And to prepare you for our king.”

  A fingertip skimmed down the cleft between Mandy’s breasts. She shuddered and squeezed her eyelids closed. Easier to relax if she didn’t think about who was ... Ohmygod, one of them was lifting a breast.

  Mandy jerked, and her boob slipped out of the woman’s hand. Her ass brushed against Jennifer, standing behind her. That sent another current of electricity humming through her body. The sensation was part good, part bad. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

  Once again, a soft hand cupped under her breast. Mandy’s body tightened as it lifted her breast, weighing it. Fingers pinched her nipple, tugging it slightly, sending little stabbing blades of pleasure-pain along her sizzling nerves.

  “Relax,” Jennifer said, her hands gliding down Mandy’s back. “Remember, this was at the request of your king.” Those hands, which up to this point hadn’t strayed from safe territory, moved south, over the globes of her ass. They tightened. Fingertips pulled them apart. Mandy’s spine straightened. “We must clean you.”

  She’d done a fine job of that for years, thank you very much.

  A hand slid between her ass cheeks, dragging sudsy bubbles up and down the crevice. A fingertip circled her anus. Of course, she clenched it. More hands worked down her front, over her stomach, lower, to her mound.

  Oh, God, they were touching her pussy.

  Slick fingers slid between her labia. Someone pulled her back, easing her down onto a seat. Mandy let her head fall back, closing her eyes, eagerly letting a world of swirling colors take her away from the embarrassment, the discomfort. Someone lifted her hips until her body floated on top of the water, legs dangling at the knees in the warm water.

  More touches on her pussy, parting her labia. More touches to her breasts, kneading them, pinching her nipples, rolling them until they were aching points.

  Slowly, gradually, all those touches started to feel good. Then they started to feel really good. Her blood warmed. Her nerves tingled. Her pussy pulsed. Her body became hot and tight and trembly. Those touches explored deeper, invading her most intimate places, her clenching pussy, her anus. They slid in and out, in and out, until she was on the verge of orgasm. Breathless. Dizzy. Caught up in decadent pleasure.

  A pair of soft lips brushed over hers. A tongue traced the seam of Mandy’s mouth, and without a second thought, she parted her lips. The kiss deepened. Tongues stroked, shyly at first, growing bolder with every thumping heartbeat.

  It seemed like she was being touched everywhere, that there wasn’t a part of her body that wasn’t being stroked or kissed or fondled. And, ohmygod, she was going to come so hard.

  Her spine arched. A waft of cool air gusted over her nipples. She sucked in a gasp, rocked her hips against the hand cupped over her mound, and surrendered.

  Her pussy spasmed. Her anus contracted. It was one of the strongest orgasms of her life.

  Shocking.

  The hands left her.

  She sank back onto the seat and fought to catch her breath. When she opened her eyes, she discovered Jennifer, Rachel, and Lindsay were standing next to the tub. A huge swath of fluffy cotton terry cloth stretched between two of them.

  She stood and they wrapped her up.

  “This way.” Jennifer indicated the hallway. Mandy followed. Rachel and Lindsay trailed behind her.

  They entered a gorgeous bedroom. The bed was huge. A canopy of luxurious silk hung from an ornately carved frame overhead. The bed itself was dressed in shimmering, rich fabrics. This place was unbelievable, like out of some kind of fairy tale. Mandy had never imagined such a place existed so close to where she lived.

  Immediately, the ladies went to work. They smoothed fragrant oils onto Mandy’s skin until she was tingly and warm. Then they helped her into a long, frothy gown of gold. Then, while she sat on a padded stool, Jennifer curled her hair while Rachel and Lindsay painted intricate, swirling designs on her hands and feet with henna.

  By the time the henna paste had dried, Mandy had been pampered from head to toe. She felt so smooth and soft and. Jennifer escorted her to a full-length mirror... . Was that really her?

  “Oh, w-wow,” Mandy stammered as her gaze swept up and down her reflection.

  It was amazing what a little bit of pampering, by some talented people, could do for a girl’s looks. She was sexier, more beautiful, than she’d ever looked.

  She couldn’t stop staring.

  The gown fit her perfectly, emphasizing all the bits she liked while gracefully flowing over the ones she wasn’t so proud of. Her hair was a tumble of silky curls. It was sexy and gorgeous. “Can you ladies dress me every day?” Mandy joked.

  “Sure,” Jennifer said, smiling. She combed her fingers through Mandy’s hair, pulling the curls forward so they cascaded down the front of her chest. “You like what we’ve done?”

  “It hardly looks like me. And it isn’t like I don’t normally do my hair and makeup.”

  Mandy turned to the side, noticing how her mysteriously bronzed skin shimmered. The darker shade looked fabulous with the gold gown. “Look at me, I’m suntanned. I take it you used some kind of self-tanner?”

  “We thought it would complement the gown.”

  “It does. Perfectly.” She turned to her miracle workers. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” Jennifer extended a hand. “It’s time now.”

  Mandy took her hand and let herself be led out of the room. Down the hall they went, down a sweeping flight of stairs. Below, she could hear the distant echo of music.

  The four of them stopped outside a pair of double doors.

  “He waits,” Jennifer said.

  Mandy’s sex clenched.

  Already, this had been the most unsettling and erotic experience of her life. And it was about to get even more erotic. Probably unsettling, too.

  Zane was finally going to fuck her. He’d promised. She’d waited so long for this moment. Just that alone made her breathing and heart rate speed up.

  Not only was he finally going to fuck her, but also he was going to fuck her in public.

  She curled her fingers into fists, then unfurled them, shaking them out to release the tension. In her mind’s eye, she saw Zane sitting at the head of the room, on an ornate throne. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting pants, no shirt. His hair was hanging around his face in sexy waves. The image did nothing to relieve her overwound nerves.

  “Are you ready?” Jennifer asked.

  After one final deep breath, Mandy nodded. “Yes. I’m ready now.”

  Rachel pushed open the door, stepping inside to make room for Mandy to pass through the doorway. Mandy froze. The room went silent. The candlelit space was packed full of people. Strangers. Probably a hundred of them. Men and women. All the women were wearing embroidered and jewel-encrusted sa-rees. Everyone was looking at her expectantly. Mandy’s gaze lurched from one face to another. Male assessing eyes. Female assessing eyes. She felt naked, exposed. Alone.

  Something moved up ahead. At the far end of the room.

  Mandy’s gaze jumped.

  Zane.

  He was standing on a raised platform. A wooden trellis stood behind him. It was swathed in translucent fabric, and flowers
and vines had been wound around the vertical supports.

  He stepped forward and extended a hand.

  The crowd between them parted.

  Mandy walked to him, the polished wooden floor cold beneath her bare feet. Zane’s expression darkened slightly as she stepped up to him. It wasn’t an expression of displeasure but of hard male hunger. “I have been waiting for this moment.”

  “So have I.”

  He helped her up the steps to the raised platform, which was completely cushioned, like one huge pillow-top mattress. It was covered in silky cotton and piled with silk-covered pillows. “Are you ready for me?” he murmured. Still holding her hand as they stood side by side on the dais, he brushed his free hand down her body, letting his palm skim over her breasts, her stomach. It cupped her mound. “Mmmm. Warm.” Not bothering to move the thin material aside, he fingered her slick labia. “Wet.”

  She could hardly believe she was standing here, in front of all these people, letting Zane finger her. But she was. And, ohmygod, she was melting.

  Feeling like her face might blister, she stared straight ahead, avoiding making eye contact with anyone. She was afraid to meet a stranger’s eyes while Zane explored her body like this. It would be too intimate.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Amanda,” he whispered in her ear. “In front of all these people.”

  Her heart literally skipped a beat. “Now?”

  “Soon.” He was one cruel son of a bitch. “This is your fantasy. I wouldn’t want to cheat you out of one single minute of it.” He pointed out, indicating the crowd of people who were standing silent, watching every move they made. “Those are your people. You are about to become my queen. See how they wait? They want to see you surrender to me.” He grazed the side of her neck with his teeth. She shivered. Her entire body became covered with goose bumps. He pushed a finger inside her pussy. The whisper-thin material of her gown rasped against her burning tissues as it was pushed deep inside her body.

  “You’ve ... gone to a great deal of trouble. The house. It looks so castlelike. The people. With their costumes. I didn’t expect so much. It feels so ... real.”

  “Good.” He cupped one of her breasts, lifting it. He teased a nipple through the fabric.

  Her gaze swept across the room. Everyone was transfixed, focused on her. A man in the second row licked his lips. His expression was pure, unrestrained carnal hunger. Mandy shuddered against Zane.

  Zane released her. He took a step back. “Remove your dress.”

  Her sex clenched again. Her face burned. She started to turn around, but Zane stopped her with a firm, “No.”

  She swallowed. Her throat was desert dry. With clumsy fingers, she unfastened the row of tiny buttons on the front of her gown. The material shimmied down her body and landed in a gold puddle at her feet. Knowing Zane would not appreciate her covering herself, she forced her arms to remain at her sides. A gush of juices pulsed from her pussy.

  “The gift,” Zane said aloud.

  Jennifer broke through the crowd. She was wearing a deep burgundy saree now. An ornate jeweled headdress dripped beads over her center-parted hair. In her hands she held a small gift-wrapped box. She climbed the stairs, knelt before Mandy, and, before Mandy had a chance to reach for the box, lifted the lid.

  Jewelry. But what was it? A necklace?

  When Jennifer lifted the piece, which glittered blue and silver, she knew the answer to that question. She stood, looked askance, and when Mandy nodded, affixed one looped end around one nipple, then moved to do the same with the other. As she pulled the loops tight around the hard tips, a sharp little biting sting zapped through Mandy’s body. She sucked in a gasp of surprise but didn’t move. Jennifer returned to her knees.

  She glanced down at the beautiful chain of blue stones hanging between her breasts. It was gorgeous.

  The onlookers all started applauding.

  Mandy’s face burned hotter.

  “You may now show your gratitude for my gift,” Zane said behind her.

  She turned to discover he was standing with his legs in a wide stance. The drop-flap opening of his pants had been opened, and his thick cock was now standing hard and proud, awaiting her attention.

  Grateful to be doing something besides standing on display, Mandy hurried to him, lowering to her knees. She gripped his cock in her hand, letting her thumb run over the silver ball on the underside of his glans. Her index finger curled around his thickness, just behind the matching ball on top, positioned farther back, just before the flared ridge. She’d never had sex with a man who had a piercing before. It was sexy to look at.

  She opened her mouth, taking him inside. Her tongue flicked over the ball before flattening to allow him to slide deeper. Her upper lip skimmed over the top ball, then clasped closed. She used her hand like an extension of her mouth, stroking back and forth.

  She rested her other hand on his thigh. His muscles tightened under the satiny-smooth skin as he slowly thrust his hips forward and back, forward and back. Someone came up the stairs. She heard soft footsteps, but she was too busy to care. Zane’s breathing deepened.

  “Mmm, so good,” he said.

  Spurred on by his encouragement, Mandy lapped at him as if he were a lollipop. With the piercing, there was no way she could take him in her throat, so she had to get creative. She flicked her tongue over him, concentrating on the glans. Meanwhile, she stroked him, head to base with her hand.

  Fingernails dragged down her back and her spine straightened. A fresh coat of goose bumps puckered over her skin. A flare of heat pulsed out from her center.

  “Spread your legs,” Zane said.

  Mandy obeyed, sliding her legs apart.

  Something wet slipped between her ass cheeks. Instinct had her freezing in place. It was her turn to start breathing heavily as the thing found her anus and started prodding at the tight ring of muscles.

  “Bend over, Amanda.”

  She lowered her upper body, supporting herself on outstretched hands. She started to glance over her shoulder, but Zane stopped her with another sharp, “No.” Understanding he was doing what he believed would give her pleasure, she let her head fall forward instead and relaxed her ass. A toy slid inside, filling her.

  “Now, on your back.”

  It felt strange moving with that toy wedged deep in her ass, but she maneuvered into the position Zane indicated. Rachel and Lindsay had joined them on the dais. They knelt on either side of her, hands resting on their laps, heads lowered.

  Zane rolled on a rubber then, while Rachel applied some lube to Mandy’s burning tissues. He knelt at her feet. “Her legs.”

  Rachel and Lindsay each took one of Mandy’s legs in their hands and lifted, forcing them back toward her chest and out. Her pussy was open wide now, and on full display. She was breathless, on the verge of orgasm, and anxious to finally feel Zane’s cock filling her.

  He curled his hand around his thick rod. Angled over her, he kissed her until she was delirious. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him down. How she longed to feel his weight upon her. How she longed to feel his thick cock plunging inside. Desperate now, her body aflame, she tried to wrap her legs around his hips and grind away the ache pulsing in her core. She couldn’t.

  She whimpered into his mouth.

  He broke the kiss and looked down upon her with lust-filled eyes. Enthralled, she cupped his gorgeous face and gently brushed her mouth over his.

  “Take me, please,” she whispered.

  “I am your king.” The tip of his cock nudged at her slick opening, and a wave of erotic need rippled through her body.

  “Yes, Zane. Always.” She held her breath, waiting.

  His hips swung up, and Mandy thought for the briefest moment that he wouldn’t fuck her. A groan bubbled up from her chest, but before it made it all the way up her throat, his hips surged down, his cock slammed deep inside, and all the air left her lungs in a long hiss.

  “Ohhhhh,” she said. She gripped his
arms, using them for leverage as she pushed her hips forward to meet his thrusts.

  He fucked her hard, his body possessing hers, staking its claim, leaving its mark and she was so, so grateful. This was what she’d waited for, longed for, dreamed of.

  Someone grabbed her wrists, pulling them up, binding them over her head. Now she was even more powerless. Completely at his mercy.

  His thrusts were long and sure and smooth. Each one caused a chain reaction inside her body. Small sparks exploded here and there, those sparks igniting mini-blazes that grew into wild, out-of-control infernos. Before she knew it, she was shaking all over and begging him to let her come.

  Changing his angle of penetration, he sat back on his knees and rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit.

  “Come now,” he demanded.

  Her body obeyed.

  A whole-body spasm overtook her, and great big waves of carnal heat crashed over her. She quaked while her pussy milked his cock, and her ass squeezed the toy still buried deep inside. So lost was she in the intense orgasm that she barely heard him cry out as he found his release.

  Moments later, his body settled over hers. His arm slid under her head, cushioning it. His semiflaccid cock slipped out of her body.

  When she was finally able to breathe, she opened her eyes.

  He was staring at her. His expression was unreadable.

  She wanted to tell him she was falling in love with him, but she was afraid to. It was frustrating, feeling what she did for Zane and not being able to simply tell him.

  He kissed her hair and she closed her eyes. She could feel a smile of contentment spread across her face. Maybe they didn’t need words. Maybe it was enough to have him holding her like this, having him take her in such a public way, when he was known not to fuck his submissives. Surely this whole thing meant more than merely a fantasy come to life.

  Remember, he said there’d never be a commitment between us. You told him this was enough. You can’t renege already.

  20

  Mandy’s heart was pounding so loudly, she could hear it.

  It had been a week since that glorious, amazing, unbelievable experience with Zane. She’d dreamed about him every night. She thought about him practically every minute of the day. And she’d looked forward to tonight with the exuberance of a kid anticipating Christmas morning.