Sins of the Master

by Catherine Taylor

Lena swallowed nervously. “Jahn, it’s been so long and…”

  “Fine.”

  It was the top of her thighs that paid for her hesitation. Jahn spanked each of them three times in the same spot, introducing a dreadful burning sting that had Lena yelling.

  “Jahn, no, it hurts, it hurts. I’ll do it. I’ll obey you.”

  He stopped and rubbed them. “If you want this spanking confined to your bottom, you’ll obey me the first time I tell you do something.”

  It was a bittersweet moment having to push her bottom up and spread her legs, knowing he now had a clear view of her vagina.

  “Move and you’ll get your thighs punished again.”

  His arm came away from her waist and Lena gasped as she felt both of his hands grip her buttocks, gently pulling and holding them apart. It was all the more humiliating knowing her anus was involuntary winking throughout his inspection. One cheek was released as his fingers came in contact with her labia.

  “Oh, god.” Lena panted, fighting the urge to snap her legs shut.

  “I distinctly remember you having hair when I saw you in the hotel.” He caressed the smooth nakedness of her sex.

  “I shaved yesterday, before I came to see you.”

  “You did that once before for me,” he said, still fondling her. “You wanted to please me, and I was touched by it. I still am.”

  His praise made her smile, as his fingers delved deeper into her folds, gliding on the natural lubrication seeping from her. They dipped in and out, threatening to penetrate her and then wandered near to her clit without touching it, leaving her breathless and desperate. It didn’t help that she could feel the stiff bulge of his cock through his trousers.

  “Soft, warm and wet, and such a naughty little girl. You’ve slapped me, defied me and been determined to have your own way. Admittedly, it’s been a difficult time for both of us, and I’m prepared to excuse most of what will earn you a hiding in the future.”

  Lena bit her lip again, sensing a huge ‘but’ on the horizon. Her excitement increased as his arm went back around her.

  “Give me your hand, Lena.”

  She reached back and felt his fingers interlock with hers, taking a firm grip of her hand and holding it down at her side. His other hand began an ominous caress of her bottom.

  “What I won’t excuse, under any circumstance, is finding you drunk in a bath.” His voice took on a sterner tone and Lena detected some real anger. “If I ever catch you endangering your life so foolishly again, I will thrash your bottom every night for a week. Is that understood?”

  Lena trembled. “Yes, Jahn, but maybe this time, because my bottom is not used to…”

  “You let me worry about this time,” he said firmly. “You’re in need of some strict discipline, and that’s exactly what I intend to impart, as soon as you’ve requested it.”

  “Jahn, no, don’t.”

  “I’m waiting, but the more time we spend here, the less time you’ll have for anything else that you might be needing.”

  Tears erupted and rolled down her face. There was no denying what she had wanted, no matter how uncertain she was of it now. It was the shame of having to ask for it. It was admitting that she needed this childish resolution to her problems.

  “Jahn, I’m such a mess,” she sobbed. “I feel so silly lying here like this, wanting you to spank me when I should be acting my age and sorting myself out like a grown woman. It was easy when I was nineteen, but now…”

  “Stop fighting it, Lena,” he stated. “You’re not with Danil now. You’re with me. You don’t have to feel ashamed of anything you want when you’re with me. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Jahn.” Lena wiped her tears and smiled. “Well, what are you waiting for? I don’t remember any invitation the first time you spanked my bottom. Now it’s all threats and lots of talking. I don’t know what I was ever worried about.”

  “Probably this,” Dylan replied.

  His grip on her tightened and his palm came down hard right across the centre of her bottom. Lena yelped when his hand struck again, first upon one cheek and then the other.

  She tried to wriggle from his grip. “Jahn, I was only teasing…”

  “I know,” he replied, still spanking the crest of her cheeks. “But you were right. The moment I saw you in that bath I should have given you the hiding you deserved. Better late than never.”

  “It hurts, Jahn, it hurts.”

  “And it’s going to hurt a lot more before I’m finished.”

  “Ow, ow, ow, Jahn, stop.”

  Lena tried to find her footing to push off from him, only to have her legs caught tightly between his, thrusting her bottom higher. Now there was no escaping him, and the punishment only got worse as the base of her cheeks were next to receive his attention.

  With a whole new realm of pain, Lena burst into howling cries. “I’m sorry, Jahn. I should never have done that. It was stupidity.”

  He paused. “Yes, it was. If you had knocked your head and gone under the water, you would have drowned.”

  “I’ll never do it again.”

  “That goes for any foolish behaviour under the influence. Next time it won’t be my hand, Lena. It will be the thickest strap I can find going across your arse and you’ll be lucky if you can sit for a week. Are you hearing me?”

  “Yes, Jahn, I hear you.”

  “Because this is what I’m promising you, Lena. This is what it’s going to be like being with me.” He gently rubbed her sore cheeks. “I’m a hard man and my love comes with strict discipline and I will punish you if you disobey me.”

  Lena laughed softly through her tears. “Then I’d better learn how to behave myself.”

  “You’d better. I’m going to finish this now and put your plug in, while you have a good cry.”

  The spanking resumed with a renewed ferocity, going over the entirety of her punished bottom. Lena struggled again, but soon gave up and lay there sobbing as Dylan administered the sound spanking he had promised. Even when it ended, she lay there unmoving, still tearful as her bottom radiated with heat and pain.

  Upon hearing the crackle of plastic wrapper, Lena stiffened again.

  Dylan delicately patted her cheeks. “Don’t tense up. I’ll use my finger first, knowing how much you enjoy a little anal discipline.”

  “I don’t,” she whined. “It’s embarrassing.”

  “Lena, I’ve had my tongue in your arse,” he chuckled, spreading her cheeks.

  “Don’t remind me.” She gasped as his finger massaged her anus and softly pressed against it. She attempted to shift her bottom away from him and got a smack for her troubles.

  “Obey me, Lena. Relax and accept it or I’m going to have to spank you again.”

  Lena stopped moving. “You’re right. You are a hard man.”

  Over the next few minutes she went from grimacing with embarrassment to gasping with arousal as his finger penetrated her and gave her a soft, slow fucking.

  “Good girl. You like that don’t you?”

  “No, I don’t.”

  Smack!

  “Yes, yes. I like it.”

  Her clit was pulsing with each thrust and she groaned when his finger pulled out. It was quickly replaced by the lubricated tip of the plug.

  “Keep relaxing. This is a little bigger.”

  Lena cried out as she felt her anus stretched. “Jahn, it’s too big.”

  “No, it isn’t.”

  The plug slowly worked into her until it settled into place.

  “All done,” Dylan announced, patting her bottom “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  Lena instinctively tightened her muscles around the plug. “I can feel it. It feels strange.”

  “You’ll get used to it. Now let’s get you up.”

  He stood as he helped her to her feet, but she spied him wincing as he embraced her against his body.

  “Are you alright?” he asked, caressing her back.

  “I’m fine. You�
�re the one who is hurting.”

  “Not as much as you,” he chuckled. “You’ll be feeling that one for a while.”

  “I feel as if I’ve sat on a hotplate. My bottom is burning.”

  “You want to see?”

  “No, I do not,” she pouted, but slowly grinned. “Maybe a little look.”

  Taking her to the dresser, he stood her facing it as he held up her top. Lena thrilled to see the two of them together, with him towering over her. Carefully he pulled her top off, leaving her in a bra. His fingers unclipped it and he took it away, leaving a stark contrast of her pale naked body against his black clothes.

  Lena stared into the mirror. “I never did see what we looked like together.”

  Wrapping his arms around her, Jahn smiled at their reflection. “I like it, and this is something I’ve never forgotten.”

  Taking her by her upper arms, he slowly turned her and Lena’s mouth fell open as she looked back to the mirror. Her entire bottom was beet red.

  Jahn was grinning proudly at her reflection. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see that again.”

  “It’s so red.” Lena reached back to rub her buttocks. “And hot.”

  “Put your hands on the dresser and bend over with your legs wide apart. Keep looking into the mirror.”

  “Oh, god.” She was shaking as she turned back and obeyed him.

  Jahn gently grasped her hips and drew her back so that she was bent over further with her breasts hanging down. His foot tapped her feet further apart and his hot palm came up to cradle her vagina. Lena moaned and panted.

  His fingers easily slid inside her and gently dipped in and out. Sweeping her hair aside, Jahn kissed her shoulder and neck. His breath was warm as he whispered into her ear while watching her in the mirror.

  “Go and lie on the bed and have your legs wide open so I can see your cunt.”

  She giggled as she followed instructions, until her bottom hit the bed. She pouted at him. “Ouch.”

  “That’s what happens to naughty girls,” he grinned, pulling his t-shirt off.

  His lack of sympathy made her frown at him as she gently eased herself back against the pillows. When she was comfortable, she opened her legs and defiantly dropped her hands between them, spreading her labia and rubbing her clit.

  His eyes never moved from her as he carefully stripped his jeans off. “Did I give you permission to do that?”

  “No,” she replied haughtily. “It’s my clit and I’ll play with it anytime I want.”

  “Will you now?”

  He bent slowly to push his underwear down. When he straightened, his cock was revealed, thick, stiff and erect. He peered at her with a grin as he stroked himself.

  “Play with that, and you won’t get to play with this.”

  Lena giggled, admiring his cock with awe as he tore a condom packet open with his teeth. She narrowed her eyes at him mischievously and began to pant as she continued to masturbate.

  “I don’t care,” she shrugged. “I’m very good at this now. I don’t need that big stiff thing pumping in and out of my hot… wet… pussy. So, go ahead, enjoy your hand.”

  “You little brat,” he growled, crawling onto the bed like a predator. “I’ll save my hand for your arse later. Move down the bed and lie flat on your back. You’re going to look at me while I’m fucking you.”

  He hovered over her as she shifted under him, giggling as he grabbed her hand away and pinned both wrists to the bed. His knees widened to push her legs further apart to allow his cock to rub against her pubic mound.

  Lena stared up at him, finished with the games and wanting him inside of her.

  Releasing her wrists, he reached back to grab her ankles, only to suddenly wince in pain. He breathed and clenched his jaw, frowning with tightly shut eyes.

  “Jahn, don’t, you’re hurt. We can wait.”

  “No.” He took a few deep breaths, opened his eyes and smiled at her. “It just caught me off guard. Let’s just take things a little slower.”

  Lena shook her head. “You should be resting, especially if we are leaving…”

  Her words trailed away to a moan as Jahn came back over and penetrated her. With the plug still inside of her, his cock felt enormous, leaving her stunned and gasping.

  “Oh, my god, you’ve got bigger.”

  Jahn gazed upon her face. “And you are more beautiful than ever.”

  He pressed down upon her, kissing the base of her neck, nipping at her chin and then claiming her mouth in his. Lena wrapped her arms around him and returned the passion, sucking and wrestling her tongue against his.

  His hand reached back grasping her thigh and pulling it back as he fucked her harder, fluidly rocking his hips against her as she pushed back against him. His hand got leverage on the bed and the other went back to capture her other leg.

  Slowly he departed from their kiss, lifting his body to look down on her. Her knees were hooked on his powerful arms. Lena grasped the bulging muscles of his arms, moaning each time his cock drove into her. With a climax building, she longed to give in to the unbridled pleasure of being fucked so perfectly.

  It was only her concern for Dylan holding her back, but as she searched for any pain in his face, her worries faded. He was looking back at her, grinning lustfully and then closing his eyes in pure ecstasy.

  CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

  Dylan was barefoot and shirtless when he opened the front door and grinned at Vanessa. “You got here a lot faster than I expected.”

  “So it would seem.” She frowned at the dark bruising over his body. “I was looking forward to punching you in the face, but you’d probably barely notice it.”

  “Yeah, and I’d deserve it, but if I could get a rain-check on that, I would be very grateful.”

  “Fair enough” Vanessa followed him in and winced as he saw the red raw flesh on Dylan’s back. “That’s got to hurt.”

  “Not as bad as my ribs. The second blast would have done the damage if my men hadn’t got me out.” He turned back to grin at her. “I can’t say I like your choice in women.”

  “Just don’t,” she scowled. “I want to kill the fucking bitch myself. Tell me I’m here to do that.”

  “This is my problem, Vanessa, not yours.”

  “The hell it is. I let that bitch deceive me for months while she fucking plotted to kill people I care about.”

  “I wasn’t any the wiser. Asya took great delight in telling me how clever she’d been while she had me strung up. The education given to KGB operatives is second to none.”

  “There is no more KGB.”

  Dylan grinned. “They may use another name, but if it looks, smells and acts like a pig, then it’s still a pig.”

  “She spoke Dutch perfectly. She even acted Dutch.”

  “I speak several languages perfectly. Trust me, Vanessa. I know what I’m talking about.”

  “She fucking used me and it nearly cost you all your lives.”

  “Vanessa, I made more mistakes than anyone. The blame is mine and I’m sorry for what it cost you. Just give me a chance to make it right, and thanks to Mairead, I may just have that chance.”

  “How so?”

  “Mairead has somehow put a tracking dot on someone. It’s active and been at two locations that I’m familiar with which has helped me work out who I’m dealing with.”

  “Who?”

  “The man I told you about, Eddie Ivanchenko, an old bastard but extremely dangerous. I thought I’d settled a score with him years ago, but obviously not. Now I’m going to have to kill the cunt and any remnant of his family with him.”

  “So it’s possible Sophie is with him?”

  “She could be, but you’re not coming with me, Vanessa, and that’s final.”

  Vanessa glared at him. “Dylan, you can save your macho bullshit for your submissives. I did two tours of Afghanistan, which wasn’t half as bad as dealing with chauvinistic pricks in the British Army, so spare me the condescension b
efore I add to your injuries.”

  “It’s your call, but if you’re with me, you’ll still be taking orders from me, whether you fucking like it or not.”

  “I can take orders,” she smiled.

  “Then let me get dressed and get some gear.” He pointed to a door towards the end of the hallway. “Take a seat in the lounge and I’ll be out soon and fill you in.”

  When he was gone, Vanessa gazed about at the hallway and grinned at the statues. “What an ego.”

  Before entering the lounge room, she was stopped by the sight of Lena coming from the adjoining hallway. She beamed to see Vanessa and hurried forward to shake her hand.

  “You are Vanessa. I met you at your club. You were very kind to me and put my poster up. Do you remember? I am Lena.”

  Vanessa nodded slowly in her surprise. “Lena, of course. What on earth are you doing here?”

  “It’s a long story,” Lena laughed. “But I have my Greta back. She is safe and well.”

  “That’s wonderful,” Vanessa smiled. “So how are you related to Dylan?”

  “We’re not related,” Lena blushed and bowed her head. “We are lovers.”

  Vanessa stared at her dumbfounded. “You and Dylan are…?”

  Lena laughed. “I am not used to this name Dylan. He is Jahn to me, and always will be, but he is the man I love and today he tells me I am the woman he loves as well.”

  “That’s… wonderful. I’m very happy for you.”

  “So why are you here?” Lena studied her curiously. “Are you friend of Jahn’s?”

  “I’m acquainted with him, through friends of mine, James Vaughn and his wife, Mairead.”

  “Mairead.” Lena’s face lit up. “It is she who comes to me and tells me she has seen Greta and sends Greta to safety. Is she alright?”

  “James has told me that she’s doing very well.”

  “That’s good. I was worried for her.”

  At that moment, Dylan came out from one of the many doors, dressed entirely in black and carrying a large canvas bag. His attention was on the phone in his hand until he looked up at Vanessa.

  “Still no change in the status of this location, but we should get moving.”

  Lena frowned at him. “It’s alright, Jahn, I have introduced myself to your friend.”