by Zara Chase
“Sorry about the smell, but at least we won’t be interrupted in here.” His expression turned stern, masterful. “Take your boots and coat off.”
Was he going to fuck her, here in a supply cupboard in the middle of the day? She hadn’t expected that, but her excitement level was already off the scale and no way would she turn him down. He threw his own jacket on the floor and then turned to look at her, that slow, lazy smile of his lighting up his features and making her pulse leap. The weight of anticipation caused her heart to kick up another notch, too.
“You have one hell of a punishment coming, lady.”
“Am I allowed to ask what I did to deserve it, Sir?”
“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to ski with a raging hard-on?” She giggled but kept her eyes downcast. “Every time I looked at you and thought about your sweet pussy leaking away inside those salopettes I got so fucking hard it was painful.” He shook his head. “You’ve gotta pay for that.”
“Yes, Master.”
“So, do you have something to ask me?”
What does he want me to say? “Please punish me, Master. I’ve been real bad.”
The words sprang into her head and as quickly spilled from her lips. Somehow she knew she had gotten it exactly right.
“Lower your salopettes,” he said curtly.
Excitement made her fingers clumsy, but she did as he asked as quickly as she could and then looked to him for further direction. He focused his gaze on her naked pussy and the tip of his tongue slid out to moisten his lower lip.
“Kneel on my jacket and rest your torso over this stool.”
He moved the stool where he wanted it to be while she wiggled into position, barely conscious of the cool air peppering her backside.
“This is a fly swat,” he said, pushing a plastic implement that looked like a spatula beneath her nose and then cracking it against his palm. The sound it made caused her to jump, and her first thought was that it would be way too painful for her to endure. “It gets hot in these mountains in the summer and we get a lot of flies.”
Quick as a flash he was behind her. His hand ran across her buttocks in a possessive gesture, rather as though he was staking a claim, or choosing his target.
“Remember your breathing,” he said, placing the fly swat against her rump.
“Yes, Master.”
“Ready to take your punishment for being such a cocktease?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The swat came down harder than she expected and she cried out, more with shock than pain.
“No noise,” he said curtly.
Next thing she knew, he’d removed the bandana from around his neck and tied it across her mouth. Then he spanked her a second time, simultaneously touching her swollen clit with one delicate finger. She gurgled behind her gag, unable to remain passive in the face of such sensuous provocation. He swatted her several times more, a little harder each time. She could hear his heavy breathing, sense the state of his arousal and the strength of the sexual magnetism that flowed between them.
The spanking abruptly stopped and the gag was removed.
“Do you have something to say to me, Tanya?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you for disciplining me. I’ve been really bad and deserved it.” She suppressed a grin, rapidly getting into the spirit of the game. “I don’t think you got all the evil out of me. Perhaps you might need to punish me a bit more later on.”
“Very likely.”
The stool was whipped away from beneath her torso, and she looked up to find him standing in front of her kneeling position, the lower half of his body completely naked. His cock was rock hard and jutted at an angle from the juncture of tapering hips and muscular thighs, blond pubic hair cushioning his balls. She could see the thick blue vein that ran the length of his prick standing proud and a drop of pre-cum seeping from its head. She knew what he wanted her to do and moved forward on her knees, angling her head so she could get herself into exactly the right position.
“May I taste you, Master?” she asked politely.
He responded with a sound that was a cross between a grunt and a groan. “Yes, slave, you may have that privilege.”
“May I touch your testicles, too?”
He cleared his throat several times. “You may.”
Tanya reached out and ran the fingers of one hand reverently over his loaded balls, tugging gently on the hairs that covered them. Then she closed her lips over the tip of his cock, finally getting to sample the devastatingly erotic taste of him. The pungent scent of his arousal filled her senses as her tongue probed his slit and she sipped him clean of salty pre-cum. Slowly she licked his cock from tip to balls and then back again, sensing that the power in their relationship had temporarily switched to her. She abandoned his cock because she could sense he was enjoying himself a little too much and lathed one of his balls instead, tugging with her teeth at the hairs on it, using her fingers to force as much of it as possible into her mouth. He groaned and his tortured moans fired her lust.
“You’re so fucking good at that, little slave. We’ll get one hell of an audience if you do this to me in the dungeon.”
She paused, terror briefly flooding her mind. She wasn’t ready to make a public show of herself and probably never would be. Tanya pushed her fears about disappointing him to the back of her mind and continued to work at him. She recalled their safety word and knew he wouldn’t make her do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
Opening her throat, she took as much of his large cock into it as she could, pumping with her hand and agitating his balls as she did so. His breathing became increasingly fractured. She glanced up and saw that he had his head thrown back and his eyes closed. In other words, he was at her complete mercy.
She so wanted to make this work for him and reapplied her lips with more pressure, struggling to recall everything she’d learned about the art of sucking a guy off. Presumably any number of women had given him head. She didn’t want him to ever forget the way she’d gone about it in a chilly storeroom that felt like the most luxurious suite in a boutique hotel, simply because he was in it with her. She nibbled gently on the head of his cock as it slid between her lips, thinking this had to be the best, the most palatable diet, on the planet.
His prick twitched violently in her mouth and he abruptly pulled it free.
“Did I not please you, Master?” she asked contritely.
“A little too much. Lie down on my jacket. I have to finish off inside you.”
“Yes, Master. Whatever you wish.”
“You’re goddamned right about that,” he replied, swatting the side of her thigh with considerable force.
He pulled the salopettes off her legs and cast them aside. Then his hands drifted beneath her ski top and set about doing what they did best, which was basically probing and caressing all her most sensitive places until he drove her wild with desire.
“I have to see those gorgeous tits.”
He pulled her top up and hoisted her breasts above the cups of her bra. Then he sucked a solid nipple into his mouth and bit it hard, pulling it as far away from her body as the skin would stretch. She cried out, but more quietly this time, her body thrumming with a combination of anticipation and wild abandon.
“You like that, sugar?”
“I like everything you do to me, Master.”
That admission earned her a searing kiss that seemed to go on forever as he continued to play with her nipples and rubbed his solid cock against her thigh. How he managed to maintain control when his blood pressure had to be at boiling point, she had absolutely no idea. She’d have to ask him if there was some sort of mind-discipline she could learn that would prolong the expectancy. He was bound to know all the tricks.
Ward chuckled. “All the things I’ve done so far is, I think, what you intended to say.”
“Yes, Sir, exactly right.”
“Shit, Tanya, I wish we had longer.”
“Yes, me, too.”
“Are you on the pill? Can I fuck you without a condom?”
“Yes to both questions.” It was her turn to sound short of breath and needy. “I want to feel you as nature intended.”
Excitement roiled through her in dizzying waves as she wondered what position he’d want her in on this occasion. Something told her that her sexy Master didn’t like to do the same thing the same way twice in succession. It turned out she was right about that. He lowered himself over her, pushing her legs wide with his knee.
“Legs over my shoulders, darlin’. I need to go in deep and fast.”
That sounded like heaven to Tanya, and she was quick to get herself into position. He parted her slick, creamy folds with his fingers and drove himself all the way home with one powerful thrust that almost knocked her backward. Once again, he filled her to capacity with his thick, throbbing heat. The walls of her cunt were so sensitive that it was almost unbearable.
Almost.
Then he started to move, just as hard and fast as he’d warned her to expect. He was clearly on fire, but then so was she. She closed her silken fist around his cock, greedily keeping him as deep inside her as he could get. Not that she figured he was likely to remove himself, but Tanya wasn’t taking any chances. Liquid heat flooded her brain and spread to every inch of her body. Ward’s breath came in shorter and shorter gasps as he worked her with smooth yet aggressive downward slides. He was close, she could sense it in the way his cock filled and his control seemed less…well, controlled.
Tanya tangled her fingers in his hair and then ran her hands down his back, wishing he’d taken his shirt off. She reached for his buttocks instead and ground her nails into them, probably marking him—wanting to mark him. Her body trembled and ached as her orgasm blossomed deep in her core and wrapped her in its libidinous heat.
“Master, I—”
“I know.”
He rammed himself so hard, so deep, that she cried out and shattered. She was still coming when he tensed, grunted, and she felt his sperm shoot deep inside of her.
Totally spent, they rolled to one side and cuddled. Ward kissed her brow, then her nose, and finally her lips.
“Wow,” he said.
Tanya was too spent to find her voice and lay where she was for several moments, comfortable in the circle of Ward’s strong arms, once again willing time to stand still. Only when she started to feel cold did she stir.
“Come on, sweetheart. I’ll help you to dress.”
First of all he went to the sink in the corner and returned with a dampened towel that he gently applied to her pussy, wiping away the residue of his sperm. Then he helped her into her salopettes, returned her breasts to the cups of her bra, and straightened her top. He dressed himself in mere seconds.
“Sex always makes me ravenous,” he said. “We’ve just got enough time to grab a bite. The line should have gone down by now.”
His matter-of-fact tone—business as usual—saddened her. A few loving words would have hit the spot. Tanya mentally chastised herself. This was a bonus she hadn’t expected, but he had a job to do and would probably lose it if he was caught fucking a client in a storeroom in the middle of a working day. Of course he would be tense.
They made their way to the cafeteria in silence. Ward bought food and drinks for them both, and she ate it mechanically, having no idea what it was.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, not at all.” She dredged up a smile. “It’s just the thought of going back out there. Not sure I have the energy.”
“It’s only an hour, then you can go back to your hotel and catch up on some sleep. You’ll need it because I’m taking you out to dinner tonight.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
He sent her a smoldering smile. “Yeah, I do. I want to spend every second I can with you this week.”
Her heart soared. “I thought—” She lowered her eyes, not ready to tell him what she’d thought.
“Yes.” He tipped up her chin, compelling her to look at him. “What did you think?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head. “It’s not important.”
“You thought last night was a one-off. That I’d have second thoughts today.”
“Well, yes…I guess.”
He shook a warning finger beneath her nose. “You’ll earn yourself another punishment if you don’t start believing in the power of your femininity.”
She met his gaze and held it. “Perhaps I enjoy your punishments, Master,” she said softly enough not to be overheard.
“Is that so?” He flashed what she hoped was a mock scowl. “Then I’ll have to think of a few that you won’t enjoy.”
“Good luck with that.” She laughed. “I did warn you that I enjoy sex, and as my Master it’s your responsibility to ensure that I remain fully satisfied.”
“Definitely another punishment for talking out of turn,” he replied, laughter in his eyes.
“Hey, guys.”
Tanya looked up, annoyed by the interruption. A tall guy—make that imposing hunk—with brown hair and extreme good looks stood by their table. He looked like a modern-day cowboy in tight jeans and fancy boots when everyone else was decked out in colorful ski gear.
“Hey, Ross,” Ward replied easily. “What’s happening?”
The guy called Ross shared an amused look between them. “Nothing as exciting as what you guys have been up to by the looks of you.”
“That obvious, huh?” Ward leaned back in his chair, seemingly totally unconcerned that they’d been busted, whereas Tanya felt her face flame with embarrassment. “Oh, Ross Lang, meet Tanya Novac.”
The two shook hands.
“You’re yet another American.” Tanya’s nervousness made her comment sound more like an accusation.
“Hey, that doesn’t make me a bad guy.”
She laughed. “I’m sure it doesn’t.”
“Ross swans around up here, pretending to run the ski school, while the rest of us do all the real work,” Ward explained.
“Any fool can go downhill fast on planks of wood.” Ross winked at Tanya. “It takes skills and brains to hold the operation together.”
Ward shot him the finger.
“I’m one of this jerk’s housemates,” Ross said. “It’s nice to meet you again, Tanya. Make sure he takes good care of you.”
“Again? Sorry, have we met before?”
“You saw Ross yesterday in the dungeon,” Ward told her.
“Oh, that was you?”
“On the trapeze. Yep.” He flashed a wicked smile. “I like heights, darlin’.”
“Modest he ain’t,” Ward said, rolling his eyes.
“Hey, can I help it if I’m packing the goods?”
Ward shook his head. “You ever noticed that those with the least to boast about make the most noise?” he asked Tanya.
Ross delivered another devastating smile. “You know where to come when this guy fails to deliver, darlin’.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Ward replied.
Tanya’s blush deepened as the guys continued to trade insults and she recalled the scene in the dungeon. Ross had been hard to miss, even though there had been so much going on and she hadn’t known where to look first. He’d been sporting the most enormous erection, noticed her fascination with it, and proceeded to fuck the woman on the seat beside him while the swing moved at a dangerous speed. She’d been impressed by their balance, coordination, and trust in one another. It could so easily have all ended in tears.
“Right, I know when I’m not wanted.” Ross waved and started to move off. “See you later, Tanya.”
“Yes,” she replied weakly. “I hope so.”
“He’s full of it,” Ward said with a good-natured grin.
“How can he be so laid back when I saw him…well, you know what I saw?”
Ward leaned toward her and drilled her with a look. “When will you start believing that you’ll be the same within a coup
le of days?”
“I’d like to be, but I don’t think I’ll ever get over my self-consciousness enough to put on a public display. I’m British.” She expelled a brittle laugh. “We don’t do exhibitionism.”
“Oh yeah? Tell that to Prince Harry.”
“Yes, well…there are exceptions.”
He sent her a look that implied she was one of them, collected up the remnants of their half-eaten meal, and threw it in the trash. “Come on, honey, we need to get back. But tonight, can you get to my room by six?”
“Sure, but I thought—”
“Use the side entrance so you don’t have to walk through the bar.”
Okay, so he didn’t want his buddies to see them together. “Yes, but why don’t you meet me at my hotel?”
“Because I want you to come to my room,” he said in his stern Master’s voice that immediately quelled the objections she didn’t know why she was raising. If he had a little private appetizer planned, who was she to complain about the service?
“Ah, right. Yes, Sir, I’ll be there.”
Chapter Nine
“Where is everyone?” Ward asked when only half his students were waiting at the designated spot after lunch.
“Er, Melanie took a fall on the way back down,” one of the guys replied. “The ski patrol brought her back down.”
Tanya looked stricken. “Where have they taken her?” she asked.
“She’ll be over at the first-aid station,” Ward said. “I haven’t seen any ambulances so I guess she’s not that bad. Is Carl with her?
“Yeah,” one of the other students replied. “He stayed with her all the way.”
And probably got her into this, Ward thought angrily. The idiot would have been knocking back the Lumumbas, and it wouldn’t have taken much to get Melanie to go along with him. She seemed to enjoy the sauce. Then he’d bet his bank balance that they’d tried to tackle the moguls, even though Ward had warned them against it. It was a macho thing, brought on by cheap brandy and the male competitive spirit that he’d long ago quit trying to figure out.
“I ought to go and see how she is.” Tanya’s face creased with concern. “This is my fault. I should have stayed with her.”
