The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel

by Aishling Morgan

  ‘Hmm?’ she asked, looking up. ‘Sorry, I wasn’t listening.’

  ‘Look at the picture on the screen,’ Adam told her. ‘Why do you think he’s concentrating on you?’

  ‘How would I know?’ she answered. ‘Maybe that’s just where he happened to be after he’d crept up on us?’

  ‘Maybe that’s it,’ Della said. ‘After all, he might have got more shots if Mark hadn’t reacted so quickly.’

  ‘I suppose that’s true,’ Adam agreed, although he sounded doubtful, ‘but what really matters is, who was he, and how did he find out about the duel? I reckon it must have been the barman from the fetish market.’

  ‘Dave?’ Steelhand queried. ‘Nah, he’s not the type.’

  ‘Who else, then?’ Adam asked. ‘None of us would have done it, because we’ve got nothing to gain and everything to lose. Who else knew? Arabella? Cornfed?’

  ‘Hardly Arabella,’ Elaine answered him, ‘and Cornfed’s been around for years and he’s never done anything like that before.’

  ‘If it is Dave, the reporter might know we’ll be at Dark Angels tonight,’ Caroline put in.

  ‘He’s not a reporter,’ Adam answered. ‘He’s the lowest sort of paparazzo, making his money out of other people’s misery. I suppose we’d better stay away from the club then.’

  ‘I’m not having some little shit like that dictate where I can go,’ Steelhand stated.

  ‘You don’t have to worry,’ Adam pointed out, ‘but if he is at the club, would you recognise him?’

  ‘We all would. He’s tall, maybe 40, with a face like vulture and a bald patch on top of his head.’

  ‘Well then, we’ll keep an eye out for him, and if he’s there, good, because I would dearly like a word with him.’

  Steelhand nodded.

  ‘What about you, Elaine? Are you OK with that?’ Adam asked.

  ‘I’d better not come,’ she said, ‘just in case.’

  ‘You’ll be in full rubber!’ Caroline insisted.

  Elaine shook her head.

  ‘I daren’t. I know he’s not after me, but still. Sorry.’

  ‘Leave it to me,’ Steelhand assured her. ‘I’ll go first and check around. I’ll talk to the doormen as well. If it’s safe, I’ll phone you, and you call me when you get near. That way nobody gets left out.’

  ‘That makes sense,’ Adam agreed.

  ‘OK,’ Elaine said, ‘but now we have to go.’

  ‘So do we,’ Steelhand added. ‘See you all at Dark Angels.’

  All five quickly left and, as the door closed, Adam was already turning to Jasmine.

  ‘Out with it – now!’ he ordered her.

  ‘What?’ she asked, her pale eyes wide and innocent.

  ‘You know perfectly well what,’ he answered. ‘You’re not that hard to read, Jasmine, not for me. That photographer wanted your face nice and clear in that picture, despite your having two idiots trying to kill each other immediately behind you. Why?’

  ‘I don’t …’

  ‘Why, Jasmine? Come on, out with it, and there’s no use making puppy-dog eyes at me. I want the truth.’

  She looked down, shuffling her bare toes on the carpet as Adam waited for her to speak. When she did, her voice was barely audible.

  ‘Er … I suppose it might have been something to do with Paul.’

  ‘Paul?’ Adam queried. ‘Why Paul?’

  ‘He … he was in that talent show, Where Stars are Born, like the red-haired girl in the picture,’ Jasmine admitted. ‘He came second.’

  ‘Hang on,’ Adam queried. ‘I remember Caroline watching the bloody thing when we were at Elaine’s. The winner was a girl band, and there was a big, fat Greek guy with a voice like a foghorn and a ridiculous, macho name.’

  ‘Andros Manos. That’s his stage name. He’s really called Paul Papadakis.’

  ‘He is? Yes, I remember now, he was going on about how he put so much emotion into his performance because he’d lost his girlfriend. That was you!’

  Jasmine nodded, her mouth twisting into an apologetic smile.

  ‘Why didn’t you tell me!? For Christ’s sake, Jasmine!’

  ‘I … I thought you might not want me, if there was going to be trouble.’

  Adam sat down again and lowered his face into his hands.

  ‘I just wanted to get away,’ Jasmine went on, ‘and it was so much fun with you, and Caroline, and Elaine … are you going to tell her?’

  ‘No,’ Adam answered, looking up after a pause for thought. ‘Not yet anyway, maybe never. You know what these things are like. They’ll have forgotten all about him by this time next year, probably, unless he makes it big … Oh, for goodness sake, Jasmine, you really are the limit. I mean, it’s bad enough with Dr Burling’s book being spread over the entire country, but a celebrity angle is the last thing we need. You should have told us, and then we could have kept a low profile, but oh no – you manage to get me mixed up in a fucking duel!’

  ‘Sorry.’

  She hung her head, and went to sit down on the sofa, fidgeting badly and seemingly unable to meet his eyes. Adam drew in a breath, trying hard to keep his anger under control, but he knew there was only one reasonable way to cope with his emotions. He got up once more and took two quick strides towards the sofa she was sitting on. Jasmine squeaked as he took her by the ear, hauling her upright as he sat down.

  ‘What are you going to do?’ she asked.

  ‘Take my feelings out on your bottom, that’s what. You may be an impossible little brat, but at least I can always spank you. Right, over the knee first.’

  He got her into position, pulling hard on her ear to force her down across his lap with her bottom well lifted. She was in jeans, and he had to let go of her ear to get them down, but she stayed where she was, her breathing already heavy and urgent as he wrestled her buttons open. Her hips came up as he started to tug on the denim, allowing him to strip her behind, her panties coming down with the general tangle of material.

  ‘Jeans down, knickers down, the lot,’ he grated as she came bare. ‘This is going to be hard, Jasmine, a proper brat spanking.’

  ‘I know. I deserve it hard.’

  Her voice was a sigh, but even as Adam raised his right arm, a warning pain shot through his shoulder.

  ‘Damn, I can’t even spank you properly, not yet. Maybe a hairbrush, or the cane.’

  She gave a soft whimper at the prospect of a caning, but said nothing. Adam began to spank her anyway, left- handed, enjoying the feel of her bottom and the way her cheeks bounced to give teasing glimpses of her cunt lips and anus, but it did very little to assuage his feelings.

  ‘Up,’ he said, stopping after a while. ‘You’re going on the fucking machine while I work out what’s to be done with you. Strip.’

  Jasmine quickly climbed from his lap and began to struggle out of her clothes. Adam watched, enjoying the slight of her slender, delicate body as she came bare, and her very evident fear and chagrin for the prospect of what was to come, but also reflecting that it was difficult to really punish her. By definition, she would enjoy anything he could justify doing to her, for all the real pain and humiliation she would feel too.

  ‘Maybe I should give you to somebody else,’ he mused, ‘to spank you, fuck you, maybe even put it up your bum? No, it just doesn’t work, and you know perfectly well I’d never do anything to really hurt you. I can humiliate you, though, even if you do get off on it. Maybe I should shave your head at the club tonight, in front of everybody, then put you out for as many men as fancy it to spunk on your bald head. How’s that?’

  Jasmine turned to look at him, her beautiful eyes wide in horror as she shook her head. She was nude, her hair a cascade of fine, ash blonde strands that half-covered one pert breast at the front and hung almost to her bottom behind. He shook his head.

  ‘No, I couldn’t do it. It would be vandalism.’

  ‘It would grow back,’ she said. ‘You can if you want to, really.’

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�You’re impossible,’ he said. ‘I couldn’t bring myself to do it, but you’d let me, and you would get off on it, wouldn’t you?’

  Jasmine made a face. They entered the spare room and he gave her bottom a firm slap.

  ‘On the machine. It’s a shame Cornfed isn’t here. I’d dismount the dildo and fuck you while you sucked him off, with his fat belly squashing in your face, only you’d like that too, you little slut.’

  She climbed onto the machine, and Adam made quick work of strapping her in place, with her bottom stuck out towards the massive dildo on its brass piston. Her cheeks were deliciously vulnerable and he gave her a few more spanks before making the adjustments necessary to bring the head of the dildo in line with her cunt. She was wet, and it slid in easily as he twisted the wheel that brought it forward, but he added a little lubricant for good measure – and for the pleasure of watching it trickle down between the cheeks of her bottom. A flick of a switch and the dildo began to pump slowly in and out, making Jasmine sigh and Adam chuckle for the rude squelching noise it made as it moved inside her.

  Picking up one of the floggers he’d bought the first time he’d taken her to the fetish market, he began to beat her in a thoughtful, methodical fashion, talking to her all the while.

  ‘I’m not going to do this hard after all, however much you deserve it. I want you fresh for this evening, when you’re going to get your real punishment, in front of everybody – maybe at the club, maybe later. We’re going to have to watch out for that bloody paparazzo, though, as you’re the one he’s after. That’s a point, actually. Maybe I should just leave you here? After all, what’s the good of punishing you when you just soak it all up? It doesn’t work. Yes, what I ought to do is leave you here, with a well-smacked bottom and your hands tied behind your back so you can’t get at your greedy little cunt.’

  ‘But then you wouldn’t have me to play with,’ Jasmine objected.

  ‘No,’ he answered her, ‘but Caroline will be there, and I seem to be flavour of the month with Steelhand, presumably because I let the idiot shoot me. I bet he’d lend me Lucy for the evening. Think about that, Jasmine, lying here tied and helpless while I’m playing with Lucy. Perhaps I could even find out if she buggers as nicely as you do? I expect she does, and she certainly has a lovely little bum. And while I’d be fucking that lovely little bum, Jasmine, you’d be lying here all on your own, trussed up like an oven-ready chicken. Hmm … I suppose I’d have to put you in the bath in case you wet yourself, but that would add to the punishment.’

  He began to beat her harder, smacking the broad leather thongs down across her bottom cheeks as he imagined her tied and helpless in the bath, her face full of consternation as she struggling to hold in her pee, then shame as she finally let go. She seemed oblivious to his words, just moaning and gasping in response to the smacks and the rhythm of the dildo in her cunt, but after a couple more cuts to her bottom, she spoke softly. ‘Please, yes, and piss all over me before you leave.’

  ‘I despair!’ Adam exclaimed, and cracked the whip down across her now welted cheeks before finally dropping it to the floor.

  Pulling his cock free of his trousers, he stuck it in her mouth, watching her suck as he searched his mind for a way to punish her. His anger was gone, dissipated for the pleasure of taking the whip to her as she lay strapped helpless over the fucking machine with the dildo squelching in her hole, but he knew full well that from her perspective what they’d done was simply one more sex game. Nevertheless, he needed relief for his cock more than anything else, and had soon begun to masturbate into her mouth, eager to give her a bellyful of spunk as quickly as possible so that he could turn his mind back to making her understand the consequences of her behaviour.

  She sucked well, doing her best to please him with her lips and tongue despite the movement of the dildo, and she was soon trying to take him deep enough to make herself gag on his helmet. At that, Adam tugged harder on what little of his shaft was still sticking out, to bring himself to a long, hard orgasm, with Jasmine struggling to swallow every drop down her throat.

  ‘Now me,’ she sighed as he flopped back onto the bed.

  Adam shook his head.

  ‘Uh-uh, Jasmine, you’re in chastity for the rest of today – well, sort of in chastity. You might well get fucked but you’re not allowed to come. That’s the problem with you. Most girls would respond to a combination of stick and carrot, but for you the stick is just another carrot.’

  Jasmine hung her head, her long blonde hair forming a curtain to completely hide her face, her body now limp save for the occasional twitch as the dildo continued to pump into her. Adam put his cock away and went to make a slight adjustment to the machine, turning the vibrator to low and increasing the speed until she once more began to moan and clutch at the frame. Her bottom was aglow from the whipping, her cunt slippery with juices and lubricant, her anus squeezing slowly to the contractions of her muscles.

  Taking up the flogger again, he gave her a few more strokes across her cheeks, then turned it in his hand and pressed the tip of the handle to the slippery little hole between them. She moaned as her pucker spread to a round, pink ring, and her breathing grew heavier still as he pushed it in deep, leaving just a couple of inches protruding from her buggered hole with the thongs hanging down like a ridiculous tail.

  ‘Very pretty,’ he remarked. ‘So, shall I tie you up and leave you in the bath, or shall I take you with me and do something horrible to you at the club? I ought to leave you here, really, but that wouldn’t be half the fun, and you’d still get off on it, even lying in a pool of your own piss. Whatever is to be done with you, Jasmine? You’re so lovely, but such a brat.’

  She began to squirm herself onto the dildo, her control slipping as she was overwhelmed by sheer physical sensation. Adam watched in both amusement and curiosity, wondering if she would manage to bring herself to orgasm by rubbing her cunt on the padded top of the fucking machine, which seemed to be what she was trying to do. It looked quite possible that she’d succeed, but either way she was going to make a serious mess, with her cunt so wet that her juices were splashing her inner thighs and puddling beneath her sex to trickle down over the body of the machine.

  ‘You are sopping, you filthy little trollop,’ he teased her. ‘You ought to be in …’ He broke off, grinning, and stood up.

  ‘Where are you going?’ Jasmine gasped as he left the room.

  ‘Out shopping,’ he explained.

  ‘What, and leaving me like this?’

  ‘I’ll be back,’ he assured her as he got to the front door. ‘Eventually.’

  ‘Adam!’ she squeaked, but her voice was cut off by the click of the catch as he closed the door behind him.

  Chapter Eleven

  Adam drew the car to a halt a mile short of the East London warehouse in which Dark Angels was being held. A brief call confirmed that there was no sign of the photographer at the club but instead of continuing the journey, Adam turned to Jasmine.

  ‘This is the first time we’ve been out together since the duel. I think we ought to get a couple of things straight.’

  ‘Such as?’ she asked.

  ‘This whole ownership business, for one thing. After the duel, Mark said I’d won you for myself, and you don’t seem to mind, but you told me it was really important to you not to feel anybody was trying to control you.’

  ‘Oh, that,’ Jasmine said airily. ‘That’s fine. I want to be yours.’

  Adam shut his eyes, his jaw clenched tight against sudden, burning exasperation. He was determined not to speak but quickly gave in.

  ‘Jesus Christ, but you need spanking!’

  ‘I know,’ Jasmine replied. ‘What were you going to say?’

  ‘I was going to say,’ Adam continued with great patience, ‘that I want you to be mine, but that you’re free to play with other people, as long as they understand the situation.’

  ‘OK,’ she said happily. ‘Can I call you Master?’

  Adam
drew in his breath, unsure if she was playing or really meant what she said, and thinking of how Paul Papadakis must have felt when she had failed to arrive at the wedding.

  ‘Yes, you can,’ he said after a while. ‘But what if I were to have you tattooed as my property, or branded?’

  ‘Maybe,’ she said, plainly doubtful. ‘A tattoo anyway. I don’t think I could bear the pain of a branding. Lucy says …’

  ‘I didn’t mean it seriously,’ he interrupted. ‘It’s what’s in your head that matters. You do know I’m in love with you? I did say.’

  ‘Yes, when you were just about to fuck me up my bottom!’

  ‘I meant it, Jasmine, but that’s my point. For me, love and sex are inextricably intertwined, even cruel, sadistic sex, the sort we both like. Love’s not sweet and innocent, love’s dirty, messy, rude … From a biological perspective, of course, it’s all about reproduction because if you don’t turn me on enough to make me spunk inside you, no babies. That’s natural selection.’

  ‘Not if you do it up my bottom,’ Jasmine pointed out.

  ‘That’s an interesting phenomenon, actually,’ Adam began. ‘From an ethological perspective as well as an evolutionary one, because … OK, never mind that, what matters is that I love you.’

  ‘I love you too,’ Jasmine answered. She leaned in close to kiss Adam’s cheek, then abruptly carried on, ‘Even though you spank me all the time and left me on that machine for ages! And you won’t tell me what you’re going to do to me at the club.’

  Adam laughed as he started the car once more, now happier than at any time he could remember. He’d stopped in a quiet street beside a park and found he could pull out immediately, grinning as he picked up speed but leaving Jasmine’s question unanswered. The park was soon behind them, giving way to an industrial area of small trading estates, one of which included the venue. As he stepped from the car, he found himself glancing nervously from side to side, but the only people about seemed to be other partygoers.

  Jasmine was in an ankle-length coat, with a plain white dress underneath it. Otherwise, she was naked but for high heels and a slender leather collar. Her pale hair was set off by a rose from one of his own bushes, perfect black. Any photograph of her would have suggested nothing more sinister than a young woman going out for the evening, probably to a formal event, an image reinforced by Adam’s own choice of full black tie.