Off Duty

by Ellie Masters

  “Dance for me,” I commanded. “Dance, Fiona.” Her eyes widened, then glazed over.

  “God, you remember,” she moaned. “Name the tune, Sir.”

  “Tubthumping from Chumbawumba,” I said. “Good beat and you can dance to it, right?”

  “A song about surviving,” she said. She went to her sound system, brought the song up, and came to me in sultry and enticing motions. She gracefully mounted the arms of the chair as the hard beat of the song poured through the speakers, then moved in hard and fast motions through the first thirty seconds, wiggling and twerking until her ass plug popped out and hit me right in the nose, and fell onto my crotch. Fortunately, my hard cock acted as a shield for my balls as she dismounted and looked at me with horror in her eyes. Without a word, she went to the stage, knelt at the pole, and grasped it overhead, her makeshift whipping post.

  “Slave’s sentence, Sir?” she asked. “I’m so sorry!”

  Until that point, I’d given little attention to the flogger, but it was an evil one, not a warm-up flogger of doe hide or elk. This one had eight thin braided falls, like eight two-foot bullwhips all sharing a handle. It was meant to punish. She seemed to want no forgiveness before paying the price.

  “I guess that plug was like a turkey timer,” I said. “When you’re ready, it pops right out.”

  “I … I deserve a lashing, Master,” she managed to say, but I could hear a darkly amused chagrin in her tone.

  “Face down and ass up,” I told her, sliding my clothes off as she obeyed. I’d slipped the lube into a back pocket of my shorts, pulled it out, then lubed my cock. “I’ll flog you while I fuck your ass, and then you’ll go back on the pole for a more … epic … flogging.”

  “Oh, I deserve no mercy from Master’s cock or his flogger,” she moaned, opening her knees wide, then reaching behind and harshly opening her ass-cheeks, exposing herself to be plundered, completely submissive and offered.

  “None,” I said, but the truth was, I was amused, trying very hard not to fall over with the biggest belly-laugh of my life. I mean, how many men have this story? My slave was giving me a lapdance until the glass ass plug came flying out to bop my honker and then bounce off my schlong. It was epic, and in the mirrors, I saw my face bright red from stifling the laugh.

  She turned and looked at me with concern. “Is Master okay?”

  It was too much, and I howled laughter, literally lying on the stage, cackling in a fetal position until I fell into a coughing fit.

  “Sorry,” I said. “I … how many men can tell this story, getting bopped in the nose by a runaway butt-plug? I … it tickled me,” I breathed.

  “It’s entertaining seeing a hot naked man, with such an impressively hard cock, lost in a giggle-fit,” she grinned, her own sass rising to the top. “God, that was so embarrassing. I’m still mortified that I did that.” She gave her own blush, then couldn’t help herself, bursting into her own giggles.

  I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me, then kissed her longingly, and spent time just caressing her as she caressed me, until a finger found the divot on my upper thigh. “What’s the scar?” she asked.

  “My Purple Heart,” I told her. “Remember me telling you I got shot in the Middle East and had to pluck out the bullet?”

  “You seem to have done a good job,” she said.

  “I’m sure it was a ricochet or I’d have been flown out at great risk to one hell of a lot of good men,” I said. “Anyway, now that your turkey timer popped out, I guess it’s time to take that last virginity.” Even if I wasn’t horny, I didn’t like talking about those days in combat.

  “As Master commands,” Laura grinned, taking her position, and again spreading her ass for me to offer her hole. I fetched the flogger and draped it over her as I slid the head of my cock into her ass. “Hard, please, Master,” she pleaded. “You deserve to take me … I am only to please Master and not myself.”

  “Indeed,” I agreed, thrusting hard into her, finding her very pleasingly loosened, as I slashed the flogger hard into her back. She grunted and pushed back, taking my entire cock, squeezing at it while I groaned, lashed again, then slid back, lashing once more as I rammed into her again, my hips slapping against her deliciously paddle-heated ass. I fell into a nice coordinated pattern of lash-thrust-lash-withdraw, taking my time as she moaned, squeezed, and quivered. But I was very needful of her, of giving her my seed, and finding her ass was tighter than her pussy. It was a delight.

  Before long, I erupted into her, my cock throbbing for all it was worth as I lashed in a harsh flurry with the braided flogger. Suddenly, a deep shudder ran through Laura as she bucked and thrashed with her own cum, I suppose overwrought by all of this. She screamed her passions, echoing impressively from all the mirrors siding the walls. Her legs gave out and she collapsed on her belly, curling up.

  “Jesus, intense,” I gasped out, my heart pounding so hard that it deafened my ears.

  “Oh … wow,” she moaned, lost in an orgasmic haze. I was distantly aware I was hungry, and guessed she was half-starved if she gave her belly even scant attention. But first, a shower. We were both coated in sweat and fuck.

  I helped her to her feet, then threw her over my shoulder like a caveman, and climbed the stairs to find a woman in the kitchen, cleaning. I’d tread quietly and walked swiftly through to the living room. But glass shattered on the floor as she loudly exclaimed, “madre de Dios!”

  “Ella esta cansada. La llevaré a su cama,” I said. “She’s tired. I’m taking her to bed.” While I wasn’t what you’d call fluent in Spanish, I knew enough to get by. So many of my clientele spoke Spanish only that I suppose it was a by-product of my job.

  “Ella parece herida. ¿Que pasó?” she asked. She looks hurt. What happened?

  “I’m fine, Marisol,” Laura said with a weak groan.. “Keith, I think we’d get up the stairs faster if you put me down.”

  “Probably,” I agreed as the housekeeper crossed herself. I set Laura down and we trotted up the stairs, where she hurriedly donned a robe, then went back down the stairs. It got louder as an argument escalated. I heard a downstairs door slamming, and then Laura trudged up the stairs to the bedroom.

  “What was that all about?” I asked.

  “I forgot it was her day to come clean the house, Master,” Laura said. “Every other week. To say we shocked her old-world sensibilities would be the understatement of the decade. Oops. Either she quit or I fired her. My Spanish isn’t as good as it ought to be, and she lost all her English in her tirade before she stormed out. She left her key on the counter. From what I could glean, I’m a puta and la diabla. I think that means a whore and a she-devil.”

  “I had no idea she was here,” I said. “Then I saw her washing dishes, and I thought I’d get past her with her back turned, but no such luck. I guess she got the full show. Jesus.” I chuckled.

  “Yeah, laugh, Buster,” she said, but couldn’t help chuckling. “But now I gotta find a new housekeeper.”

  “Fuck her,” I grinned. “First order of business is a shower. Plan-B is I’m so hungry I could eat the south side of a northbound hog, and I can’t imagine you’re any less hungry.”

  “I am now, Master,” Laura said. “Skipped breakfast and had a decent workout downstairs. Ass-artillery with that kind of accuracy is tiring and requires added caloric intake, don’t you know?”

  “Jesus, such a wiseass,” I chuckled. “Shower. Food.”

  CHAPTER 33

  Well, the best sex of my life cost me the best housekeeper of my life. When I looked at the pros and cons, I think I came out ahead. I led the way to my bedroom and headed to the bath. I wasn’t clear if I should be crawling, but he didn’t say anything. I took that to mean it was okay. I don’t think he meant me to live my life on all fours, as hot as that was, life would intervene. However, for the times that fire sparked in his eyes, I would crawl, ass up and tits dragging on the floor, and love every second of it.

  I think we were bot
h exhausted, physically and mentally. Maybe it was time for a little break? I know I needed a moment to breathe. He’d worked my body hard and I ached all over. My ass burned too. I’d toyed with ass play in private. People said it could be great, but I’d kind of given up on it, because I generally got nothing out of it. I kept the plugs, using them for the sorry-assed punishments I dispensed on myself, and had resigned myself to being an ass virgin for life.

  I bit my lower lip, not in the least surprised by the throbbing in my clit. Keith did that to me. Every thought made me horny as hell. Thinking about my first time with him would forever be imprinted on my mind. Pain mixed with pleasure seemed to be my drug.

  It took no time for the water to heat up. While Keith climbed in, I pulled out two fluffy towels, joining him a few minutes later.

  “You know what, Master,” I said.

  “Hm?”

  I placed my palms against his chest and leaned in for a hug. His strong arms wrapped around me as steam billowed and fogged the mirrors.

  “My body aches in the best possible way.” I peeked up at him. “My ass too.”

  “It seemed like you enjoyed that.”

  “Very much, Master. I didn’t think I would, but with you, my body hasn’t stopped feeling new things.”

  He laughed and spun me around. “Yeah, seems like you took some punishment.” He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his hands. “Hands on the wall, slave, and spread those legs. I go first, then we’ll switch.”

  Go first for what? Ah! The gentle glide of his hands ran up and down my back. He lathered me up as I held my position. Another day, I would have sunk into the pleasurable massage, but the marks on my back were exquisitely tender to the touch.

  “You’ve got some deep bruising on your ass,” he said, cupping my cheeks and giving them a hard squeeze. “I think sitting is going to be problematic for a few days.”

  I hissed against the pain. “I suppose I shall just have to kneel.”

  “Do you enjoy that, Laura, do you like kneeling for me?” His finger slid down my crack and pressed against my puckered rim.

  “I enjoy pleasing you,” I said. “I’m loving becoming your slave.”

  He slipped his finger inside my ass, pressing against the sensitive tissues. “I have to say, this might have been my favorite part so far. I’m an ass and tits and mouth and pussy kind of man.”

  “You mean you’ll take whatever you please, Master?”

  “I’m saying there’s nothing about you I don’t crave.” He slipped his finger out and picked up the soap, creating more lather. His hands found my hips and he gripped them hard. “If I wasn’t so worn out, I’d take you in here.”

  I glanced over my shoulder and wiggled my ass against his groin.

  His hand came down hard on my ass, making me yelp.

  “You do like to tease.”

  “I’m just a greedy slut.”

  “We’ll deal with that later. Now, spin around so I can wash your front.”

  I turned around and stood before him while he explored my body and cleaned me with the soap. He paid particular attention to those few areas which had bled, bending down and inspecting them.

  “These will heal without a scar,” he said, “but remind me to put some ointment on them.”

  “As you wish,” I said.

  He dipped his fingers between my legs. The palm of his hand pressed against my clit, while his fingers found my slit. With incredible slowness, he teased me there, lifting me up on my toes as I panted for breath.

  “Do you know what happens to greedy sluts,” he said, scissoring two fingers inside of me. He curled his fingers hitting my g-spot making me claw at his shoulders.

  “Oh, please,” I begged. “Please, don’t torture me. Let me cum.”

  He slipped out his fingers, like I knew he would, and gave my clit a hard flick. “I think that is a privilege which must be earned.”

  I held back my scream, because he’d taken me right to the edge. I pressed my head back against the tiles and stared at the ceiling, desperate and defeated. He had my number. This man drove me insane with need.

  He handed me the soap and spun around. “Your turn, and slave?”

  “Yes, Master,” I said, still shaking from my unspent need.

  “Don’t even think about putting your tiny fingers in my ass.”

  I couldn’t help it. I laughed out loud. “Not that kind of ass man I take it.”

  “Never. I’m a giver, not a receiver.”

  That was true, and I loved how he gave me just what I deserved.

  With the soap in my hands and him standing before me, I had my first opportunity to really look at the man who owned my world. Beginning at his neck, I lathered him up, massaging my way across the expanse of his shoulders. Keith was a paramedic, and well fit to his job. Expansive shoulders, wide chest, and a strong back, he was every girl’s wet dream. And I’d had his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, and now in my ass. I wondered what those silly girls at work would think of that?

  As I bent to my knees, a chuckle escaped me. He turned around, and I gasped as his semi-hard cock hit me in the face.

  “I thought you were spent, Master,” I said.

  “You seem to have a magic touch.”

  Water sluiced down his shoulders and rippled across the dips and ridges of his abs. I glanced up at him and arched a brow.

  “Well, since I’m here...” I said.

  He fisted his cock and my pussy clenched. I loved watching him grip himself. Someday I would ask him about fulfilling that fantasy of mine. Maybe. The thought of me touching myself in front of him most definitely wasn’t my kink, but I salivated thinking about watching him. For now, I would keep that thought to myself.

  With his cock in his grip, he tapped the side of my cheek with the wide, and rapidly enlarging, head. “Open up,” he said. “Let’s see what that mouth can do for your poor tired Master’s cock.”

  Eagerly, I took him in my mouth. I could tell he was tired, but like me, it seemed he couldn’t get enough. He didn’t try to force his way, letting me take complete control. I didn’t hurry along, but made myself comfortable at his feet, expecting to be there for awhile.

  To be honest, I enjoyed this rare moment, because so far, Keith hadn’t let me direct any of our interactions. He was more of a taker than a giver, not that he denied me in the least. I’d lost track of the number of times I’d cum. The man liked to fuck hard and raw.

  I used my time wisely, learning what he liked, how to place my tongue, where to lick him, and how to suck him. I let his moans guide me, paying close attention to the tension winding ever tighter in his body.

  When he came, his seed exploded in my mouth. I was thankful for the shower, because I failed to take it all in, but I sucked and licked, and sat back when the last wave of his orgasm rolled through him.

  He reached down and gripped my hair, pulling my face up to meet his smoldering gaze. “Now that was deserving of a reward.”

  “Thank you, Master,” I said, then grinned as thoughts of all those girls floated in my mind.

  “What’s got you smirking, slave?”

  “I was just thinking about work?”

  “While sucking my cock?”

  “Not while… but after.”

  “And why did that make you think of work?”

  “Only wondering what everyone would think. If all those flirty girls knew what you’ve done to me.” He’d made me a slave, a fully debased, and wildly happy, slave.

  “I’m not interested in what any of them think, and as for work, we need to discuss that.”

  I grew still, wondering what he meant. I’d given myself to him. In every way, I’d placed myself at his feet, existing for one purpose alone.

  But work?

  My insides vibrated with a silent scream. What did we possibly need to discuss about work? Neither of us had discussed limits. I didn’t want any, and I think he’d been testing me when he’d taken away my safeword during my punishmen
t. If it had been an issue, I would have said something, but I hadn’t. In truth, I wanted to live free of safewords and protection from Keith. I meant to surrender my soul to him.

  But work?

  That might be a deal-breaker.

  CHAPTER 34

  “I’m excited about this, about us, Laura,” he said. “But rumors fly all over hospitals, all over EMS, cops, firefighters, and probably also the physician’s lounge. This is new with us and I think we’re wiser keeping it between us for now. It’s our thing, not a spectator sport, and I don’t think either of us wants to be fodder in the gossip mill. I might slip and call you Laura, but there, for now, it’s better that you’re Dr. Peters and I’m just Keith, not Sir and decidedly not Master. You can and should give me medical orders, but if you turn Queen Bee on me, you’ll be Princess Purple Ass when I get you alone, my love. In fact, you’re going to treat everyone, even stupid fucking interns, with respect. You’re to always act in ways that will make me pleased to own you, even when I’m not around. No more iron bitch, but aluminum bitch is negotiable. Speaking of not being around, I’m probably going to visit my grandfather next week. A day up, a day there, a day back.”

  “Master makes sense,” she said after digesting this, then chuckled. “Aluminum bitch? Oh, God. I didn’t know you had living grandparents.”

  “My only grandparent, older than Methuselah and the picture of health,” I said. “God knows your Marisol might be posting this shit all over Facebook as we speak about la puta y diabla y la amante de Lucifer, A whore and she-devil, and Satan’s or Lucifer’s lover, if you require translation, my pet. Sooner or later, someone’s going to snoop or just see us somewhere, and if we haven’t come out as a couple by then, the cat’s out of the bag.”