The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel

by Aishling Morgan

  Elaine nodded and half-turned, her eyes wide as they fixed on what he was doing. Her coffee was ready and she picked up the cup, sipping at it as she lowered herself onto the corner of the bed. Adam began to masturbate, uncertain of exactly what she wanted but sure she wasn’t merely being considerate – not when she could so easily have left him to his own devices once they were no longer together.

  ‘Thank you,’ he repeated. ‘I don’t know why, but it’s so much nicer just with you watching.’

  His cock was already straining up from his open fly, so hard it would have been difficult to put away had she wanted him to, and he began to stroke at the shaft, knowing he could come whenever he liked but reluctant to hurry a precious moment. Elaine watched, neither encouraging him nor rebuking him, even as he began to consciously show off, making a ring of his fingers to stretch out his shaft and make the head glossy with pressure. Finally, she spoke.

  ‘You like being big, don’t you?’

  Adam nodded and she spoke again.

  ‘You do have a nice cock, as cocks go. Are you going to come, then, or do you need a little more? I don’t mind posing for you, if you like?’

  She sounded doubtful, even resentful, but the offer was too good to turn down.

  ‘Please, yes, that would be lovely. Thank you.’

  ‘I suppose you want my rear view?’

  Again there was a note of resentment in her voice, stronger now, but she rose from the bed, angling her bottom so that it made a ball beneath her smart skirt. Adam gave a moan of pleasure and began to pull at his cock as she watched over her shoulder.

  ‘I’m in stockings,’ she said, and inched the hem of the skirt up, just high enough to display the lacy tops of taut, seamed stockings.

  He swallowed hard, now hammering at his cock, with the words spilling unbidden from his mouth.

  ‘That’s lovely … you’re lovely. Thank you, Elaine, thank you … but a little more, please, I’m begging you.’

  ‘How about my panties?’ she answered, tugging her skirt a little higher to show off the tuck of her behind. Her cheeks peeped out from tight, black-lace knickers that hinted at her slit and hugged the outline of her cunt lips in exquisite detail.

  Adam groaned, his mouth wide in ecstasy, his eyes locked to her rear view as she pulled her skirt higher still, exposing the full, rounded glory of her panty-clad bottom.

  ‘Is that nice?’ she asked. ‘Or do you need me to pull them down?’

  ‘Would you?’ he sobbed.

  Elaine gave a shy smile and her thumbs went into the waistband of her knickers, but it was too much for him. Even as he got his first glimpse of the twin swell of her cheeks he came, and she was giggling as the spunk splashed over his shirt front and into his face.

  Chapter Five

  The following morning, Elaine was once again brisk and businesslike – so much so that Adam assumed she was embarrassed and would prefer not to talk about what had happened. He was also unsure of his own feelings, as she made him feel weak in a way he’d only experienced once before, when Jasmine had first taunted him into spanking her and taking her virginity. This time was different, however, as Elaine had stayed in control.

  He did his best to put the matter from his mind as they walked over to the industrial estate where the headquarters of Pointe Verte had been established. The previous day’s meeting had been little more than an introduction, but he had been surprised by the company’s attitude, which had been far more welcoming than he’d expected. Elaine had been suspicious, and now she voiced her qualms once more as they approached the buildings.

  ‘Whatever you do, stick to your guns. Your agreement with Haardt Biomass is cast iron, and so is your patent. I suspect that Pointe Verte intend to make you a private offer, perhaps directly or perhaps through me, which will rely on you accepting that the work you published was in part drawn from their research.’

  ‘But that’s not true.’

  ‘No, but they might make you a very generous offer indeed, were you to say it was. Don’t accept it, because you’ll end up getting sued, and we’ll lose.’

  ‘I wouldn’t do it anyway.’

  ‘That’s what I was hoping you’d say, but be careful.’

  They reached the building so Adam didn’t reply. Several people were gathered in the foyer, from both companies, and, as on the previous day, Adam quickly found himself out of his depth, unable to follow their rapid French. Elaine, however, kept up easily, translating for him whenever necessary. She seemed to be handling matters without difficulty and Adam found his attention wandering to the pretty secretary whose stockings he had noticed the day before. She was small, with an exceptionally neat figure that was now packed into a trouser suit, the seat of which clung lovingly to her rounded little bottom.

  As they ascended the stairs she was walking ahead of him, affording him an excellent view, and once they’d sat down in the conference room he found himself daydreaming, his mind constructing a fantasy in which she made some error and ended up being spanked across her boss’s knee while everybody else looked on. The boss in question was one of the senior executives from Pointe Verte, a tall, fleshy Belgian with a great bald dome of a head, a man it was very easy to imagine dishing out a spanking to a girl and utterly humiliating her in the process. Only when Elaine turned to Adam and spoke in English did he start to focus on the discussion once more .

  ‘Dr Tyler, can you please confirm that the data published in Tyler and Burling, 2010, Synthetic Genes in Rosa spp, was entirely original?’

  ‘Yes,’ Adam replied. ‘It’s all from my thesis.’

  ‘And was therefore collected in which years?’

  ‘2008 and 2009. It’s all on file.’

  ‘So you could not possibly have seen the data collected by the team at Pointe Verte in 2010?’

  ‘No, although I communicated with Dr Mertens by email.’

  Elaine began to speak in French again, leading to a brief but slightly heated exchange between the executives of the two companies. Despite his confidence in the facts, Adam found himself feeling uneasy and wishing he had a better understanding of what was going on, while Elaine, uncharacteristically, seemed to be getting flustered. At length, she turned to him again.

  ‘They’re claiming that Dr Mertens suggested the process of synthesis you used.’

  ‘That’s ridiculous.’

  ‘Can you prove that?’

  ‘Yes. The idea’s written up in my original notes, and in the funding application.’

  ‘Which we don’t have with us.’

  Elaine turned back to the others, speaking rapidly and forcefully. Again Adam was quickly lost, but she was clearly growing ever-more exasperated, finally throwing her hands up and turning back to him.

  ‘They won’t accept your word for it, or anything short of the original documents.’

  ‘I can get them, but it will take a while.’

  ‘Then we’ll just have to schedule another meeting.’

  Another few minutes and everything had been arranged, but Adam and Elaine were unable to speak openly until they’d left the building.

  ‘They’re playing for time,’ she stated, as she removed her glasses, ‘and that makes me think they’re going to approach you to test your honesty. Oh, and if that little moppet in the tight trousers comes anywhere near you, just ignore her.’

  ‘A honey trap? Oh, come on, they wouldn’t do that!’

  ‘No? I’ve seen it done, Adam, and you were absolutely drooling over her during the meeting.’

  ‘I was not … well, maybe a bit. Couldn’t I take her up on it and then send her back to her boss tied up with her panties stuffed in her mouth?’

  ‘Very funny. Look, the meeting’s in another week, and I’d rather not take any chances.’

  ‘Back to London, then?’

  ‘Yes – or we could stay in France, out of the way.’

  Adam paused to consider these options, thinking of how Elaine had looked as she’d begun to slide her pan
ties down the night before.

  ‘I’ve always wanted to visit Burgundy,’ he said.

  ‘I was thinking, maybe Paris?’ she suggested.

  ‘Paris and then Burgundy,’ Adam replied. ‘With any luck, Caroline and Jasmine can at least make the weekend.’

  ‘No Jasmine, then?’ Adam asked as Elaine touched the screen of her phone to end the call.

  ‘No, I’m afraid not,’ said Elaine. ‘She’s not at your flat, and Caroline hasn’t seen her since we left. She was hoping they’d meet up at Dark Angels tomorrow night.’

  ‘Not if Caroline’s coming here, they won’t,’ he pointed out.

  The plan had been to bring both girls over to Paris for the weekend, but Jasmine had proved impossible to contact, leaving Adam worried and irritable.

  ‘I’m sure she’s fine,’ Elaine said. ‘She’s probably just out enjoying the sun.’

  ‘Or she’s changed her mind about everything and gone back to this Paul character.’

  ‘I doubt it, but if she has … well, they were supposed to be getting married. Sorry, Adam, but she’s not the most reliable person in the world.’

  Adam didn’t answer, trying to fight down the sick feeling in his throat as he stared out of the window. They were on the upper floor of a Montmartre hotel, with a magnificent view across the angular white and grey roofs of Paris and the Eiffel Tower in the distance, but it held no more appeal than the web of flyovers and rail tracks outside their rooms in Lille. Without Jasmine coming, even the prospect of sharing a double room had lost some of its appeal, for all that it had started his heart racing when Elaine had first suggested it.

  ‘I’m sure it’s not that,’ she continued, after a while. ‘She wasn’t exactly complimentary about him, after all, and you know how excited she is by the scene, so she’s sure to be at Dark Angels. We can ring Mark or somebody on Sunday and maybe even get a message through to her. Now stop brooding.’

  ‘Sorry,’ Adam answered. ‘You’re right, Jasmine is Jasmine and it’s no good expecting her to behave rationally. What time does Caroline arrive? The Eurostar only takes a couple of hours.’

  ‘Yes, but she has to pack and get to St Pancras. Six o’clock, maybe?’

  ‘Which gives us time to find out if anything’s going on this evening and buy some gear, assuming you want to go out, that is?’

  ‘Yes, I do. We’re sure to be safe, after all, and it will stop you moping over Jasmine. Besides, shopping for kinky gear in Paris is one of the things I always promised myself I’d do before I reached 30, and I’ve only got a few months left to go.’

  Adam collapsed back onto the bed, reached down to unzip his fly and pulled out his cock and balls. Caroline gave a delighted giggle at the sight and came straight to him, to lift the froufrou skirt of her black and white maid’s outfit, exposing equally frilly panties stretched tight across her cheeks. She sat down, wriggling her bottom against his stiffening length, at which he began to push up and down in the groove where her panties had pulled in between her cheeks.

  ‘Can’t you two wait five minutes?’ Elaine laughed.

  ‘No,’ Caroline answered, her voice rich with arousal and also slurred with drink. ‘I want cock, and I want pussy. Fuck me, Adam, fuck me while I lick Elaine.’

  She lifted her bottom as she spoke and pushed down the fancy knickers, leaving her bare cheeks and ready cunt on show, framed in abundant white lace. Adam was already hard enough to get inside her, and immediately thrust his cock forward, allowing her to sit back down onto it with a long, happy sigh as it filled her cunt.

  ‘That’s nice,’ she said, wiggling her bottom. ‘Come on, Elaine. Make me do you from behind.’

  ‘That would hardly be a dignified position,’ Elaine began, then shrugged. ‘Oh, what the hell, it’s just the three of us.’

  She was in a minidress of shiny, canary-yellow rubber, with heels and a domino mask to match, an outfit which had left most of the men at the club in awe of her legs – attention she’d enjoyed despite not letting a single one of them do so much as kiss her shoes. That hadn’t stopped them paying court to her, while the more dominant men had been no less fascinated when she and Adam had fastened Caroline to a cross to be masturbated to orgasm while she was flogged.

  All three had been in high spirits as they’d left the club, Caroline too drunk and happy even to bother to conceal her extravagantly sexual maid’s uniform as they walked back to the hotel. Adam had been much the same, aroused by what he’d seen and what he’d done, eager for more and knowing it was on offer. Even Elaine had been less than reserved, the worshipful attention she’d received leaving her both dominant and confident.

  Crossing to where Caroline was now bouncing happily up and down on Adam’s erect cock, Elaine turned her back to them and began to ease up her dress. Adam watched with only slightly less excitement than when she’d posed for him in Lille, enjoying the rare intimacy of the show she was giving him as much as the display of her gentle but feminine curves. She was in rubber panties under the dress, the same striking yellow and skin tight – so tight, in fact, that as she presented her bottom for Caroline’s attention, every crease and swell of her cheeks and her cunt was visible, as if the material were a second skin.

  Caroline immediately pushed her tongue out to lick her, tracing the soft bulges of flesh that stuck out around the sides of the rubber knickers, then running a long, slow line up from her cunt to the top of her bottom-slit. Adam could only stare, fighting to hold back from a climax and praying Elaine would pull her knickers down, or let Caroline do it – but both women seemed lost in ecstasy already. At last, he could bear it no more, despite his automatic shame for the note of pleading in his voice as he spoke.

  ‘Do it bare. Please, I’m begging you, do it bare.’

  Elaine didn’t respond, but Caroline did, with a happy, uninhibited purr as she took a grip on the yellow rubber panties and began to pull them down over Elaine’s bottom. Realising she was about to be stripped bare behind in front of Adam, Elaine reached back, clutching at her knickers as she made to speak, only to stop and close her eyes, then push her bottom out into a yet ruder and more revealing pose. Caroline didn’t even seem to have noticed, her tongue flicking over the flesh of her girlfriend’s arse as it came slowly bare – on her cheeks, in the crease between, and, as the panties were finally eased all the way down, directly on Elaine’s anus.

  Adam came, unable to hold back a moment longer at the sight in front of him – Caroline with her pretty, soft face close up to Elaine’s bare bottom, her little red tongue poked out to lap at the pinkish star between the beautifully formed cheeks. One girl openly licking the bottom-hole of another. It lasted only a moment, but that was enough – Adam’s spunk pumped deep into Caroline from beneath as she jerked the yellow rubber panties lower still and set to work on her girlfriend’s cunt.

  Elaine’s eyes were still closed, her mouth now open in bliss as she was licked from behind, with Caroline’s face now pushed in firmly between her cheeks. Adam continued to thrust – his cock painfully sensitive as he emptied every last drop from his balls into Caroline’s cunt – and to watch, drinking in the sight of his friends’ supremely dirty, intimate behaviour. Elaine came to orgasm, closely followed by Caroline who’d been playing with herself off and on from the start.

  Both girls collapsed onto the bed as soon as they’d come down – not together, but on either side of Adam. Caroline immediately snuggled up to him, kissing his cheek before laying her head on his chest and letting out a contented little sigh. Elaine was beside him too, one hand laid lightly on his leg, and when he put out an arm to gather her in, there was no resistance. Like Caroline, she kissed him, then laid her head on his chest. Adam pulled a pillow down to prop himself up, then put his arms around the girls once more as they shared a kiss before Caroline spoke.

  ‘That was good – quick, but good. And a good night out too.’

  ‘Very good,’ Elaine agreed. ‘But I think Adam would probably like to ask you abo
ut Jasmine now we’ve all had our fun.’

  ‘Oh,’ Caroline answered. ‘Sorry, Adam, there’s not much to tell, really. I said goodbye after we’d seen you off, and that’s the last time I saw her. You don’t need to worry though, Adam, she’s crazy about you.’

  ‘Yes?’ Adam asked.

  ‘Completely,’ Caroline assured him. ‘She said you were the only person who’d ever given her what she needed without trying to control her.’

  ‘Where is she, though? She’s supposed to be staying at my flat.’

  ‘I’m not sure, but I know she didn’t like the idea of being on her own. Actually … no, I’m not supposed to tell you that.’

  ‘I’ve just come, Cakemix, but that’s not going to stop me giving you a spanking. What aren’t you supposed to tell me?’

  ‘No,’ Caroline countered. ‘It would spoil a really nice surprise, and you can spank me all night if you want, but I’m not telling you. Unlike your Jasmine, I’m not a cry- baby brat.’

  ‘Tell Elaine, then.’

  Caroline made a face and pulled herself closer to Elaine, to whisper into her ear. Elaine laughed, then rolled back to rest her head in the crook of Adam’s arm.

  ‘Don’t panic,’ she advised. ‘Jasmine’s safe and sound.’

  ‘This is the life,’ Adam sighed as he settled his back against a tree, then lifted his glass to the sunlight to admire the red gleams within the wine. ‘“I forget the name of the place; I forget the name of the girl; but the wine was Chambertin.” Now that is a Hilaire Belloc quote, though I can’t help but feel he got his priorities wrong – either that or the girl he was with at the time was notably substandard. In this case, however, the girl is definitely of a standard with the wine.’

  Elaine stretched lazily on the grass, then rolled onto her side so that she could see him as she replied.

  ‘You, Adam Tyler, are a male chauvinist pig.’

  ‘Do you really think so?’ Adam answered. ‘I’ve always wanted to be one of those.’

  ‘No, you haven’t. And you’re not one either, not really – just a dirty, greedy little boy.’