Returning to Her Master

by BJ Wane

  “I hear you’re the one I have to thank for making sure Cassie attended beginner’s night. You have my gratitude. Have you found someone to show you the ropes?”

  They both laughed at the gleam in his eyes and the double meaning behind his words. “Master Wade wants us to have a different dom each night. He said it would broaden our experience.”

  “Well, he is right about that, but you’ll have to tell him not to bother with finding someone for Cassie.” Taking her hand, he helped her off the stool. “She’ll be spending tonight and tomorrow night with me. Have a nice evening, Andrea.”

  Cassie waved to her friend as he led her away. There were a lot of new faces tonight, but she had eyes only for Master Marc. His tight grip of her hand bolstered her courage as he ushered her to an empty sofa, sat down, and pulled her onto his lap.

  “What took you so long?” he growled before claiming her lips in another wet, heated kiss.

  She liked the impatience in his tone and let his mouth distract her from worrying too much about where she knew this could never go. “Sorry I’m late,” she answered him when he released her mouth, her voice sounding as breathless as she felt. “I couldn’t get away from work early like I had planned. What are we going to do tonight?” She hoped her question sounded more like a casual inquiry instead of revealing how eager she was to feel his hard cock inside her again. From the gleam in his eyes and the small one-sided smile lifting his mouth, she was sure he knew the truth.

  “Looking forward to another lesson?”

  “Yes,” she admitted, having learned not to evade the truth with this man. “What are you doing?” Pressing her hand to her falling top, she kept it from exposing her breasts as she cast an anxious look around to see if anyone watched. She hadn’t realized he loosened it when he slid his hand behind her neck, her attention riveted on her body’s instant reaction to his.

  Displeasure crossed Marc’s dark face. “You agreed to submit to me tonight, did you not?”

  Cringing at the disapproval in his voice, she discovered she would do almost anything to replace it with a note of approval. “I’m sorry. You took me by surprise.” She lowered her hand, allowing the top to fall and expose her breasts, averting her face as a heated blush stole up her neck.

  “Much better.”

  How could the approval in his voice and eyes have such a profound effect on her? Maybe what was responsible for the warmth spreading through her was his touch as he caressed her bared breasts with one hand and pulled her arms behind her with the other. His tight clasp around her wrists added to the thrill of feeling his hands on her again and it took only seconds for her to forget about the people milling about. In truth, the onlookers seemed to enhance her pleasure, a startling discovery she didn’t want to think about right now.

  “I love your breasts, darlin’, and how they respond to my touch.”

  Cassie gasped when he dipped his dark head and drew one taut peak into his mouth. The strong suction of his lips followed by the rasp of his tongue had her pushing closer to him in a silent plea for more. When he bit the tender bud then soothed it with a slow stroke of his tongue, her sheath gushed in response, her soft cry drawing looks she refused to meet.

  Marc released her nipple with a pop and gave her a heated look. “Some women can come with just nipple stimulation. Are you one of those women, Cassie?”

  “I… I don’t know.” Right now she thought the raw lust reflected on his face alone could make her come.

  “Let’s find out.”

  He dipped his head again, latching onto her other nipple, worked it with his lips, teeth, and tongue while alternating between pinching and soothing the other one with those clever fingers. Cassie’s breath caught on a low moan, the dual assault on her nipples almost more than she could bear. She tried to cradle his head against her, but the quick reminder of her captured hands had her perspiring in need, her whimpers turning to incoherent pleas.

  “Please, please, sir,” she begged, rubbing her damp, swollen pussy against the erection poking her. She knew tomorrow she’ll be mortified at her public display, but the pleasure he heaped upon her nipples, the way they swelled and throbbed, made her oblivious to everything but his ruthless mouth. “Oh, God,” she sobbed, pulsations spiraling straight to her pussy.

  The orgasm burst upon her so fast, with such unexpectedness, she could do nothing but go with it. Grinding down on his hard cock, she cried out in stunned ecstasy as her body bowed with the onslaught ripping through her.

  By the time she came back to her senses, she lay slumped against Marc’s bracing arm, gasping for breath and shuddering with small tremors, his mouth now relieving her aching nipples with soft suckles and soothing strokes of his tongue.

  “I’d say you’re definitely one of those women, wouldn’t you?”

  “I’ve never done that before—I mean that’s never happened before. Not that anyone’s tried, but…” When he threw his head back and laughed, Cassie responded with a giggle. “Sir?”

  “Yes, Cassie?”

  “Can we go upstairs now?”

  Marc lifted her off his lap then stood next to her. “You’ve just proven you don’t mind public play. I want to take you further, which means playing down here tonight.”

  He wanted to fuck her in public? Her first instinct was to refuse, but the lust shining in his eyes kept her rooted in place, his patience while she considered it going a long way in helping her come to a decision. Not trusting her voice, she nodded, hoping she didn’t embarrass either of them if she freaked out.

  “Pick a safeword and whenever you say it, we’ll stop. But I’m warning you. When I say we’ll stop, it means we’re through.”

  “For tonight?” She didn’t want to be through with him. Right now she wanted him with such desperation, she’d agree to anything, which she proved.

  “No, I mean that’ll be it for us this weekend. Do you still want to use cherry as your safeword?”

  “Yes, that’s fine,” she agreed, hoping she could accept whatever he had planned.

  She tightened her hand around his, knowing if she let go she might run. Conscious of her bare breasts, she attempted to hold her top up to shield them, but Marc’s growled “Cassie” made her drop it. Her nipples were still sensitive, and she knew by some of the smiles cast her way several people had witnessed her orgasm earlier. When he stopped at the same well-lit scene area with the high, padded bench where they had viewed a scene last night, uncertainty assailed her despite the need still simmering in her veins. Did he mean to bend her over, strap her down, and take her here? The thought sent her emotions into a quandary. It was one thing to watch such a scene but she couldn’t fathom participating in one.

  “Second thoughts, darlin’?”

  Just like last night, he mesmerized her with that voice, drew her in with the heated look in his green eyes. She wanted him, wanted to feel his hard cock filling her again so bad she would do this. Her orgasm minutes ago only fueled her desire, had her craving him even more.

  He lifted her chin until she saw nothing but his eyes, eyes filled with lust for her. “Trust me?”

  As unbelievable as it sounded, she did. It was only their second time together, but he had given her nothing but pleasure-filled fantasies and she couldn’t deny her need for more. “Yes.”

  “Then strip.”

  His smile of approval went clear to her heart, but his curt order still had her hesitating. She turned to see how many people were outside the scene area waiting to watch.

  “Don’t look at them, they don’t matter. I’m the only one who matters tonight.”

  When he put it that way, it was so much easier. Turning her back to the room, she shimmied out of her dress, slid her thong off, then slipped off her flat sandals. When Marc moved behind her, shielding her, she relaxed and leaned back against him.

  “Good girl. You’re so beautiful, darlin’. Have I told you how glad I am that you’re mine?”

  “No, but I’m glad too, sir.”
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  “Master. Call me Master Marc. I want to hear my title from you.”

  With his hands caressing her breasts and his thick erection nestled against her butt, she found it easier to obey. “Master Marc, I’m glad I’m yours tonight.”

  His title fell with ease from her lips, as smooth as the way he leaned her over the padded bench and shackled her arms on each side in cuffs lined with soft padding. The height of the bench left her legs straight, but he didn’t allow her even that small amount of privacy. With his booted foot, he shoved her feet apart before attaching cuffs to her ankles, leaving her immobile and exposed.

  “Master?” she asked with a nervous quiver after tugging on the restraints and realizing how secure they were.

  “I’m right here, Cassie. I won’t leave your side. You look stunning, darlin’.”

  His light caress over her buttocks sent a shiver of longing up her spine before he stepped back. She couldn’t see what he was doing, which seemed to add to her arousal, but heard him unzipping the black bag he had been carrying with him. When he moved behind her again, she held her breath, anxious over what he had planned. Not knowing heightened her awareness of him, his movements, and her vulnerable position.

  Bending over, he drew her face up and asked, “You enjoyed my hand on your ass last night, didn’t you?”

  “Yes.” It would be ridiculous to deny she got off on spanking after she came apart over his lap, and she liked the approval on his face when she answered him without evasion.

  “I think you’ll enjoy this paddle as well.”

  He drew back and a sharp smack landed on her right buttock so fast she didn’t have time to assimilate his words, the hot pain drawing a cry of surprise from her. The paddle left a burn covering her entire cheek and just as with his hand, the pain soon turned to pleasure and had her longing for the next swat. It landed with a smart snap on her other cheek, this time the pleasurable pain spreading to her aching sheath.

  “What do you think of the paddle?”

  Desire for more took her mind off the people milling about, her focus centered on her butt and listening to Master Marc’s deep voice. “Yes, I like it,” she admitted, glad he couldn’t see the bright red blush of mortification spreading over her averted face.

  “Good girl. Now ask me for more.”

  Oh, God, could she do that? His patient silence accompanied the caressing stroke of his palm over her abused buttock, his light touch pushing her need for more. “Please, sir.”

  The paddle landed again, and then again, her breath releasing on a gasp of relief and pleasure. He smacked her with slow, precise swats, raising a fiery burn on her buttocks that had her pussy weeping in response. Cassie bit her lip to keep from crying, her cheeks turning hot, swelling along with her need to feel his cock buried inside her. Soon she lay sobbing, begging for more, not knowing if she wanted more of the paddle or more stimulation for her deprived sheath. When he set the paddle down and ran his hand over her burning buttocks, she almost came right then.

  Chuckling, Marc said, “You are a delight, darlin’.”

  Basking in his praise, she lifted her hips when she felt his fingers run over the damp folds of her labia then slide between them to caress long neglected, sensitive tissues and nerves. Her inability to move heightened her arousal and her need for relief. “Master, please.”

  When she heard him unzip his jeans, she breathed a sigh of relief. Hard hands gripped her sore buttocks right before he demanded in a guttural tone, “Now, Cassie. Come again for me.”

  Entering her in one strong thrust, he filled her to the hilt, his girth spreading her tight channel wide. The tight pinch of her clit had her screaming, her vaginal walls clamping around his thickness as she splintered apart. Sobbing, she gloried in the feel of his cock pounding into her, taking her hard and fast, leaving her to wonder how she would ever return to vanilla sex after this.

  Those three too-short nights had haunted her ever since she ran out on him the third night. She tried going back to vanilla with Rick and, when that failed, she sought another dom. Her responses to Master Greg told her she got off on the light pain and domination, but her climaxes were still tepid compared to the ones Master Marc had wrought from her. She knew after the first night with Master Greg it was Marc she responded to, but she went back, her plan to get as much experience as she could while she weighed the odds of circumstances working out for her to travel to Colorado.

  She found the ad for the bakery by chance after looking through the online Denver paper had become habit every Sunday, and took it as a positive sign. Even though Marc hadn’t embraced her with open arms, the way he took her, as if he couldn’t control himself, was a heady experience and the only reason she refused to return to Omaha with her tail tucked between her legs. It took months of planning and the mistake of trusting the wrong dom to get here, but she knew for certain what and who she wanted. Not only was she submissive, but it was only with Master Marc she could let go altogether, only with him could she reach those unbelievable heights of ecstasy. He was who she wanted.

  Chapter Four

  “Thank you, Mr. Collins.” Cassie took her mail from the mailman and handed him a blueberry muffin. “Fresh out of the oven and still warm.”

  Ed Collins smiled in gratitude. “You spoil me, young lady, but mind you, I’m not complaining.”

  “It’s a small thing compared to you bringing in my mail every day. I honestly don’t mind picking it up from my box at the post office.” A widower in his sixties, Ed worked part time delivering mail to the residents and business owners in and around Bear Creek. Cassie’s own grandfather on her mother’s side still lived in Omaha and she missed him. Befriending her mailman helped fill that void.

  “I know, dear, but then I wouldn’t get to see your pretty smile. And I so enjoy your baking. Thank you. See you tomorrow.”

  “Chocolate cake tomorrow. See you then.” The bell over the door tinkled as he let himself out.

  Gazing out her wide front windows affording her a view of Main Street, she watched him smile as he ambled next door to the gift shop. Standing behind the glass-enclosed display case holding the day’s concoctions, she thought about how much she enjoyed the side benefit of conversing with the residents of Bear Creek throughout her day. It had been a week since she’d opened for business and Cassie loved her little bakery. She’d kept the original name, Ye Olde Bakery. Although she’d liked teaching, the constant politics and dealing with parents who either didn’t show enough interest in their child’s education or who were too consistently opinionated and demanding had detracted from the experience. Working her way through college in the bakery department of a large grocery store, she had discovered how much fun she could have with it. She liked sinking her hands into a mound of soft dough, working it with her fingers then shaping it into whatever she wanted, like pie crust, cookies, or tarts. Coming up with new recipes and playing with spices and fillings kept her engaged and stimulated, and hearing daily compliments and seeing the look of pleasure on her customers’ faces as they bit into a purchase was all very rewarding.

  She didn’t know there were any small, individually owned bakeries left, thought they had all disappeared along with quaint towns like Bear Creek. When her constant research of the Denver area and the small mountain towns surrounding the metropolis led her to the sale ad of Martha’s place, she couldn’t believe the opportunity being handed to her. Escaping the problems plaguing her in Omaha had become crucial for her peace of mind, seeking the one man she couldn’t forget essential for any future relationships. Disillusionment with her job coupled with signs she had attracted a stalker pushed aside the last small thread of hesitancy keeping her from looking up Marc again after the way she ran from him.

  The bright swath of sunlight brightening her shop failed to keep her mood uplifted after Ed’s departure. It had been two weeks since she’d seen Marc and she was trying hard not to let his silence get her down. She realized showing up on his doorstep unannounced after
months of no communication had to have been a shock to him. For a short time that night he seemed open to having her here, and he proved he still desired her to the point of leaving her aching for more. She had hoped he’d stop in sometime this past week after she opened, if for no other reason than to sample her treats, but it looked like she would have to come up with plan B to get another chance with him.

  With a sigh of regret, she shoved aside the urge to call him and picked up her mail. After thumbing through the ads and setting aside the water bill, she came across a plain white envelope. Her palms dampened with nervousness as she slit open the envelope and withdrew a single sheet of paper. As she feared, the message from cutup newspaper was similar to ones she had received in Omaha.

  You Are Mine Come Back To Me And I’ll Forgive You For Your Betrayal

  Those words jumped out at her, had her stomach churning with nausea as she wondered how he found her so soon. For the first time, she felt true fear of her unknown stalker, not realizing how much she had hoped she would leave him behind when she moved. She wasn’t one of those women who could run a successful business while taking down a bad guy single-handed without even breaking a fingernail and admitted she needed advice. The closest, most qualified person was the sheriff who had stopped in a few times to check up on her.

  Grabbing the note, Cassie locked the bakery and walked the short distance down Main Street to Scott’s office. With the number of full-time residents calling Bear Creek their home less than eighty-five hundred, the town remained a small, quaint, close-knit community of people who looked out for each other. The constant bustling activity of tourists, both summer vacationers and winter skiers, drove the population up exponentially during peak months, and provided the income for most of the residents, but she had been told during even those busier times, she could expect the same friendly ambiance as when the townspeople had their town to themselves.