Sins of the Master

by Catherine Taylor

  Yvette came back on screen, and immediately frowned. “You are not well, Master?”

  Dylan straightened up. “I’m fine. You’ve done good work, Yvette. Now, I want you to go get a few hours’ sleep.”

  “I do not need…”

  “Just do as I tell you, Yvette. No fucking arguments.”

  “Of course, Master.”

  The screen went blank. Dylan leaned heavily on the desk, breathing deeply. Trying to make sense of it only infuriated him, and was unnecessary. He had the breakthrough he’d been looking for and sentiment had no part in it.

  * * * * *

  Mairead pulled her bike from the boot of the Toyota and retrieved the wheel she’d had to remove to make it fit. When it was back together, she grabbed a pair of binoculars and wheeled her bike to the low concrete wall of the car park.

  She focussed them on the apartment building across the road and a few hundred metres to her left. The view was clear and she easily located the correct balcony and glass sliding door. The curtain was partially open and hanging central, but she studied it until she was certain that it was committed to memory. Looking directly down, she stepped aside, pulling a marker pen from her pocket and marking the spot where she had been standing. Tomorrow, she hoped to see the curtain in the same position.

  The distance worried her. It was a good two minute run with an unwilling load to bear, but hopefully the pills would do their job. There was little more she could do now. Her escape route had been tried and tested. Everything had been set out for speed and accuracy. The plan had been gone over a hundred times. All she needed now was the courage to get through one more night and put the plan into action.

  She was trembling, thinking about it, as she mounted the bike and made her way out of the car park. There was still one more task pending, but she needed food and rest to be able to concentrate. As she got back on the road, it was no surprise at how weary she felt and unenthused about the long ride ahead of her. Under the circumstances, it had been difficult to maintain any proper eating regime. Tonight would be the time to recuperate and build up some strength.

  The cost of an overnight car park had drained most of her remaining finances, but there was still enough left to stop at a supermarket, on her way back to Melanie’s house. Hopefully, the promise of a superbly cooked dinner would sway Melanie to allow her to stay the night. This was not a time she wanted to be alone.

  Riding along, she envisioned walking into the house and seeing Dylan waiting for her.

  “Why aren’t you here?” she whispered. “Did I get it wrong? Is it every man for themselves?”

  When her thoughts threatened to grow darker, she pedalled faster and thought again of her plan.

  “It has to work, but I still need you, Dylan. Please, don’t let me down.”

  * * * * *

  It was the most beautiful room Lena had ever seen. She had no idea that hotel rooms could be so spacious and grand. Heavy red curtains were drawn apart, revealing a breath-taking view of the harbour and mountains. In one corner, on a pedestal, there was a large vase of red roses with sprays of tiny white lilies of the valley.

  Lena nervously stared at the enormous bed dominating the room. Red satin pillows were propped up by white linen pillows with heart shaped chocolates on them. Gazing about, she spied two glasses and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.

  Eddie emerged from the bathroom. “Your bath is running, and I put some of that bubble stuff into the water.”

  “It’s our bath,” she corrected him. “It’s big enough for ten people. We should have invited the porter as well.”

  “I’m not much of a bath kind of person.”

  “Well, today,” Lena smiled, moving into him and embracing his waist. “You will have a bath with me, in case I drown and need rescuing.”

  Eddie chuckled. “I suspect you like to get your own way a little.”

  “My way is usually the sensible way. You do not pay such money as you did and not take advantage of all the room has to offer. You had no right to bring me to such a place.”

  “It was convenient,” he shrugged. “And it gives me more time to be with you.”

  “You’ll ruin me with all this luxury,” she grinned. “Tomorrow I leave you in the early hours of the morning to work in the bakery, as if I had not just spent a night in paradise. It’s not going to be easy.”

  “This will not be the last time, I promise you. I just have some business to conclude and then I will return at the first opportunity.”

  Lena frowned and bowed her head. “Have you ever done this before?”

  Eddie put his finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. “I have never done this in my life. This is just for you.”

  She smiled. “Thank you, and now you can pour me champagne, get me drunk and have your evil way with me.”

  His gaze was predatory. “Can I? Then allow me to remove your clothes.”

  Lena gasped as a shiver went through her. “This is where I wish I had worn different underwear.”

  “Why?” Eddie grinned evilly. “It’s not your underwear I want to see.”

  The room seemed to grow warmer. Lena didn’t move as Eddie calmly and carefully undid each button of her blouse. His gaze alternated from her clothing to her blushing face. She felt anxious that he would somehow become aware that her clit was pulsating. The last button was released and very slowly he drew each side apart, exposing a white satin camisole.

  “Arms up,” he demanded quietly.

  She obeyed and he gently drew her clothing up her arms and off. His eyes fell upon the deep cleavage between two full, plump breasts, barely contained by a plain, black bra.

  “Fuck.” The word escaped as a whisper, but he immediately apologised. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to curse.”

  Lena grinned. “I don’t mind.”

  He crouched down before her and pinched the sides of her pants, pleased to see they were elasticized. Slowly, he drew them down, gazing at the full black briefs covering her rounded tummy.

  “Lift your feet.”

  As she did, Eddie slipped her shoes off and removed the pants completely. He remained crouched, staring at her underwear.

  “Widen your legs.”

  Her breathing quickened as she complied, watching as he brought his face close to her body. She heard him breathe in deeply through his nose.

  “Eddie, you need to let me bathe before…”

  “No.” His hands went around her, clutching her buttocks and pulling her into him, his face burying into her tummy and slowly descending to her pubic mound.

  “My god, you smell like heaven.”

  He was suddenly upright and scooping her up into his arms. Lena was stunned by his strength as he carried her to the bed and lay her down on it.

  “Eddie, please we should…”

  “I want you to open your legs.” Eddie moved back and studied her. “Let your knees fall apart. I want you to do this for me now.”

  The authority in his voice took all resistance from her. Lena lay back, drawing up her knees and letting them fall apart. Eddie knelt between them and she closed her eyes as his hands grasped her thighs and held them open. His face was buried into the crotch of her panties, nuzzling and rubbing against her.

  She tried to keep quiet and pant through the intense sensations. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her so intimately and she felt as nervous as any virgin. It was when he started probing and lapping at her with his tongue that her breaths turned into whimpers. The thin material was little protection against his tongue which seemed determined to penetrate her. It didn’t help that moisture was seeping from her, soaking her panties and encouraging his attack. His fingers gently worked their way under the crotch and pulled it aside. Before she could say anything, his tongue was inside of her.

  Lena yelled long and loud as she tilted her hips up to allow him deeper access. His tongue felt thick, lapping at her inner flesh, until he stood up, licking his lips. Bending over he
r, he gripped her panties and stripped them from her body. Lena got a glimpse of the ravenous lust in his gaze, before his mouth was claiming her again.

  He used his forearms to push her thighs further apart while his fingers spread the lips of her sex, exposing her clit.

  “No, please…” Her plea melded into a loud, lingering yell as the fleshy bud was sucked and lashed with his tongue.

  It was almost too much, but soon Lena was succumbing to the exquisite torture as waves of pleasure went through her. She gasped and shuddered as her body responded. With perfect timing, his tongue penetrated her deeply as his thumb pushed down on her clit.

  Her climax rushed through her like the tide, her inner walls clenching in powerful contractions. The release had her thighs quivering and her pelvis bucking against him, until she groaned and fell back to the bed, weak and trembling.

  Eddie softly backed away and stood up, wiping her come from his facial hair and sucking it from his fingers.

  He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Is that what you were after?”

  Lena breathlessly stared at him, stunned but amused by his arrogance. She laughed weakly. “It wasn’t bad.”

  “What?” Eddie narrowed his eyes at her as she giggled. “You are such a naughty girl.”

  “I know,” she replied, sitting up and reaching back to undo her bra.

  Eddie stared as she slipped her bra aside and allowed her large breasts to relax against her body. Lena felt a momentary shyness, knowing they weren’t as pert and firm as she would have liked, but one look at Eddie gave her all the assurance she needed.

  His expression was pure admiration. “You’re beautiful.”

  Lena quickly shifted to sit on the end of the bed and grasped his belt. She looked up at him and grinned. “Now it’s my turn.”

  Before Eddie could respond, she had his belt unbuckled and was attacking the button on his trousers.

  “Lena, you don’t need to…”

  “Yes, I really do.” She grinned, looking at the sizable bulge of his erection.

  Eddie reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. “Then I put this on first.”

  “Killjoy,” she grinned, snatching the packet from him and ripping it open.

  When he went to help her, she smacked his hand sharply. “I do this.”

  Sliding his trousers and underwear down to his thighs, she delighted at the sight of a large, thick penis, standing stiffly at attention.

  “You are certainly not a little boy, are you, Eddie?”

  He frowned. “Right now, I’m feeling like one. I am not used to a woman taking charge.”

  Lena laughed as she rolled the condom onto him. “Then get used to it.”

  Her hand gently grasped the base of his penis as she brought it into her mouth. The taste of latex was off-putting, but she was determined to reciprocate all the pleasure he had given her. In seconds, she could hear his heavy breathing as she slowly licked and sucked him. Her nails dug into his buttock, until she brought her hand round to cup his scrotum and softly fondle him as her mouth worked faster.

  Eddie absently scrunched her hair, massaging her scalp until he was fisting her hair and gasping. “Lena…”

  Her name was lost in a low, drawn out groan as his climax erupted. He was left panting and bewildered as Lena slid her mouth from him. He frowned down at her incredulously, only to see her grinning at him.

  “I hope the next one will not be as quick.”

  He shook his head in awe. “What are you doing to me, woman?”

  Lena suddenly gasped. “The bath.”

  She was up and running to the bathroom. Eddie sat heavily onto the bed and chuckled to see her full, rounded bottom wobbling and jiggling as she ran. He discarded the condom and pulled his trousers back into place, before grabbing the champagne and glasses. Upon entering the bathroom, he burst into laughter.

  With the low hum of spray jets, a frothy cloud of bubbles was banked up high above the spa bath and spilling over onto the floor. Lena was giggling, standing in the middle of it, covered in bubbles and tossing them about.

  “You put too much bubbles in the water.”

  Eddie sat down on the tiled surrounds and set the champagne and glasses next to him. He kicked off his shoes and socks and began rolling up his trouser legs up to his knees.

  “Get your clothes off,” Lena demanded.

  “Not yet,” he smiled. “Champagne first.”

  With a muffled pop, Eddie eased the cork from the bottle and poured champagne into their glasses. He held one out to Lena. She was blushing as she shuffled closer to him. Taking her glass, she downed the contents in one long swallow and held her glass out to him again.

  “That’s better.”

  “Do I make you nervous?” Eddie asked, pouring her another.

  “No.” Lena swallowed it all again and wiped her mouth delicately. “Nervous is not what I would call it.”

  Taking the glass from her, he set them aside and slipped his hands into her frothy covering. “I want to see you… all of you.”

  Lena gave him a coy smile as he gently drew her between his legs. His eyes wandered lower and he gently cupped each breast in turn, delicately sweeping the froth from her nipples. He examined them closely, before taking her nipple into his mouth. He devoted time to it, sucking and licking it to a stiff peak, before attacking the other. It was already swollen as it was brought to his lips.

  Lena panted as she watched him, resting her hand lightly on his shoulder. When he was finished, he gazed up at her with a smile.

  “Turn around,” he demanded. “I want a closer look at the beautiful big bottom.”

  She shuffled about carefully, feeling the tingle of the champagne going through her body. Her breathing grew heavier as the froth was brushed away. She knew he was studying her, gliding his calloused hands over her cheeks and gently squeezing handfuls of plump flesh.

  Lena felt her clit throb back to life.

  “Such a naughty girl.” Eddie applied three gentle pats to each cheek.

  Gasping, she pulled away and grabbed the bottle, sloshing through the water to get to the other side of the bath. She drank straight from the bottle.

  “We can’t waste this champagne.”

  “Lena,” he spoke her name firmly. “Get back here so I can wash you.”

  “I am a big girl. I can wash myself. Besides, you still have your clothes on. I want you in the bath with me.”

  “I am not ready to undress yet. Now come to me.”

  She remained standing at the other end, giving him a mischievous grin. “I could get you wet, and then you would have to take your clothes off.”

  Eddie frowned. “No, you could not.”

  Giggling, she bent down and splashed water at him, until he was shifting back further on the tiles.

  “Lena, enough. You’re making my trousers wet.” When she did it again, he growled low at her. “Lena, if you do that again, you are in very serious trouble, young lady.”

  She straightened up and looked at him defiantly. “And what trouble will I be in?”

  He returned a stern smile. “I might have to spank that naughty bare bottom of yours.”

  A rush of heat went through her and Lena nearly stumbled. For a moment, she was filled with a memory of being firmly held across strong, muscled thighs, having her bottom soundly spanked.

  “Lena, put the bottle down and come here… now.”

  Eddie’s voice snapped her back to reality and she stared at him, panting and overwhelmed with lust.

  “Are you alright, Lena?” Eddie was frowning with concern. “I was only teasing. I would never hurt you.”

  “I’m fine.” Lena laughed and studied him curiously. “Would you like me to show you how afraid I am of a smacked bottom?”

  Keeping her eyes on his face, she bent over and scooped water into her cupped hands.

  Eddie shook his head. “Lena, I’m warning you…”

  With a giggle, she tossed it onto his thighs. Eddie ga
sped as the water soaked through his trousers and his face took on a stern frown.

  “Now you’re in trouble.”

  He stood up in the bath and was able to lean forward and snatch her hand into his. With a triumphant grin, he drew her closer, towering over her until he resumed his seat. With a firm grip of her hand, he turned her side on and began to sweep away the remaining froth from her buttocks. Lena trembled with each caress.

  There,” he stated, giving her a pat. “A lovely bare bottom ready for a spanking.” He widened his legs and patted his damp left thigh. “No fussing. Just be a good girl and take your punishment.”

  Her heart and clit were competing with each other as she moved between his legs and slowly bent at the waist, crushing her breasts to the tiles. Her feet remained on the bath floor as she cushioned her head in her arms. As his powerful arm took a firm hold of her, Lena was giddy with excitement and anticipation.

  Eddie took his time, thoroughly caressing her buttocks. His palm came away and returned with a soft smack to each cheek. He settled into a rhythm of light slaps and gentle rubs, barely raising a sting. Lena waited eagerly for him to up the tempo, and was astounded when he stopped.

  “There,” he said, releasing her. “Let that be a lesson to you.”

  She stood up and frowned. “If that is how your parents punished you, I think you must have been a naughty boy.”

  Eddie laughed. “I was never that fortunate. My father had a razor strop and didn’t consider the job was done until my arse was welted black and blue.”

  “That’s horrible.”

  “My father was a cruel man, but I don’t want to talk about him.” He patted his thigh. “I want you to sit down.”

  “Oh, I couldn’t do that,” Lena scoffed. “Not after that hiding you just gave me.”

  “Don’t be cheeky,” he laughed, pulling her down on his leg and embracing her. “I would never hurt you.”

  “No,” she smiled. “I don’t think you would. You’re a very nice man, Eduard Utkin.”