by Lynda Lane
And so she stood still, her eyes downcast as was befitting of a submissive, and she did not move until her master spoke again.
“Come,” he said finally. “Feed me.”
Taylor went to him immediately. As he lifted his arms she laid the tray on his lap and then she took the knife and fork and cut the omelet into small pieces. She stabbed a piece with the fork and raised it to his lips. He took it in his mouth and chewed then he raised his eyebrows. “Very good,” he said. “You surprise me.”
That brought a smile to her face and she bowed her head demurely. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered as her heart soared. Her master was pleased and, for that, she was grateful. A feeling of awakening flowed through her. Her true reward was her master’s pleasure.
When Dominic swallowed, Taylor put another piece of omelet to his lips and then held up the toast so he could take a bite. Soon, though, she found that her job was not quite as easy as it had looked when she’d started. Her back was beginning to ache, bending over like that. Eventually she found that it made more sense to kneel at Dominic’s feet as she fed him his breakfast. And so she did, feeding him from that position on her knees until all the food was gone.
“Go fix yourself something to eat,” he said, “then come back to me.”
At his dismissal she quickly got up and lifted the tray from his lap. “Yes, sir.” Lowering her eyes, she turned quickly and hurried out of the room. In the kitchen, Taylor made toast and poured herself some orange juice. She would have loved an omelet, too, but she dared not spend so much time on her own pleasure. What if she was needed?
She did not wait for Dominic to call her. As soon as she’d gobbled the toast and washed it down with juice, she brushed the crumbs from her uniform and hurried back to receive further instructions. And she would have lots more to do for her master, she was sure. She was there to serve and she planned to do an excellent job of it.
When she got back to the bedroom Dominic was lying on his stomach in the middle of the bed, his head tilted so that his cheek rested on his arm. She was about to walk over to him when she remembered…she hadn’t asked permission to enter. Oh, Lord. She’d already closed the door behind her. Was it too late?
“Would it please you if your slave entered the room?” she asked, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
Dominic chuckled. “It would please me very much. Come and give me a massage.”
With a soft sigh of relief she went to him. She reached over and began to knead his shoulders and then his neck, then her hand slid down to the small of his back where she rolled the heels of her palms in a circular motion to loosen all the kinks.
Her technique seemed to be working because Dominic gave a contented groan and relaxed deeper into the bed.
But, just like the last service she'd performed for him, as much as it gave her pleasure, her body soon began to pay the price. It was hard, stretching across a king-sized bed to reach the body of the man who lay in the middle.
And so, although he hadn’t invited her, she decided to take a risk. Kicking off the high-heeled pumps that completed her costume, she climbed up and onto the bed and threw a leg over Dominic’s back so that she straddled his hips. And then she lowered herself until she was sitting square on the flesh of his behind.
That didn’t seem to bother him one bit because he gave a soft grunt that did not sound angry at all. In fact, he tightened his butt for a second then released it, almost as if inviting her to rub her bare pussy over the smooth skin.
And, dedicated to putting her master’s needs before hers, she did. Her hands resting on the middle of his back, she slid forward and back, stroking and caressing his bottom with that most intimate part of her. And it felt so good.
Too good. Soon she began to grow warm down there, then moist, and as her juices began to flow they smeared a shiny wet trail on her master’s lower back.
A wave of embarrassment washing over her, she held her body still then lowered her hands to his back again and began to knead and mold until she heard his low growl of satisfaction. She drew in a deep breath of relief and kept on working. She’d been enjoying her earlier episode much too much. Thank God he hadn’t noticed.
But then, to her consternation, Dominic rolled over, almost throwing her off the bed in the process. She landed in a heap on the other side of the bed but he didn’t even spare her a glance. Reaching into the nightstand he pulled out something long and slim and black with a buckle on the end.
Taylor sucked in her breath and shrank back against the bed. He hadn’t told her a beating would be part of this game. The safe word. Oh Lord, what was it?
“It’s time to make things official,” Dominic said and held up the object in his hand.
Taylor sagged when she realized her mistake. It wasn’t a belt, after all, but a heavy black collar.
Dominic turned to her. “You’ve proven that you have what it takes to do this. I can see you truly have the desire to serve. Now come.” As she knelt in front of him and tilted her head forward he brushed aside her swathe of hair and snapped the collar round her neck. “Now you are truly mine.”
When she heard the words she dared to raise her face to his and she saw that he was smiling.
“Now,” he said, “you need to lose all inhibitions when you are with me. You are my possession and, as such, I will enjoy you whenever and wherever I choose. My will is your command. You must deny me nothing.”
At his words a feeling of foreboding rose inside Taylor. So far she had carried out his every instruction. What more could he want?
As if in answer to her unspoken question he got off the bed and went to sit in the armchair which gave him a perfect view of his sub as she still knelt on the bed.
“I know you’re hot and dripping right now,” Dominic said with a slight smile. “I’ve got your juices all over my back to prove it. I want you to release your tension right now, by yourself. Spread your legs and play with your pussy.”
“N…now?” Taylor could not believe what she was hearing. How could she touch herself…and make herself come…with Dominic watching?
“Now.” His voice brooked no argument.
Taylor bit her lip then slowly, hesitantly, she moved to do what she was told. Stretching her legs straight out in front of her she slid her right hand beneath her short black skirt and touched her mound with fingers that trembled.
“Lift the skirt,” Dominic ordered.
So she lifted the skirt, exposing herself to his gaze, and all the while her heart pounded in her chest. What the heck had she gotten herself into?
As Dominic watched, Taylor slid her fingers back and forth over the soft folds between her legs and then she homed in on the stiff bud there. And as she stroked the tension inside her began to dissolve and the embers between her legs began to glow. And soon it didn’t matter that a man with intense dark eyes was watching. She’d been given permission to pleasure herself and that was what she would do.
Taylor closed her eyes and stroked and caressed until a moan escaped her lips. She lay back against the head of the bed, eyes closed as she stroked, but soon she wanted more. Oh, what she would give for a good, stiff cock inside her right then.
Breathing hard, she did the next best thing. Caught up in a whirlpool of lust, Taylor slid the index and middle fingers of her left hand deep inside her hungry hole as the fingers of her right hand, now slick and slippery from her juice, tickled and teased her clit.
“Ungh,” she moaned as she pistoned her fingers in and out, driving herself closer and closer to her peak. Faster and faster she stroked as her nub throbbed beneath her dancing fingers and the fire inside grew brighter and hotter.
“Very good.” Dominic’s voice pierced through the mist that swirled round in her mind. “You may stop now.”
What? Did he say stop? Impossible. Not when she was so close. She kept on thrusting and she kept on stroking. Soon, she would be there. So soon.
Her mind focused on only one thing - her hands moving like
lightning, her body tense as she neared her climax - Taylor gasped in shock when a hand clamped over hers, bringing her pleasure to a sudden end.
Her eyes flew open and she stared into the angry face of Dominic D'Angelo.
“You dare defy me?”
Taylor blinked. What had she done? She’d promised to yield to her master’s will, had just received her collar, and now she’d gone and disobeyed him.
“M…master, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”
“Down on your knees.”
“S…sir?”
Instead of answering Dominic got up and crossed the room. He threw open the closet door and when he turned back to her he held a thin, flat paddle in his hand.
“Sir,” she tried again, her heart pounding, “I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I just couldn’t help-"
“Silence.” There was no anger in his voice but it was a command.
Taylor swallowed the rest of her words and awaited her fate.
Dominic walked over to the armchair and sat down. “Come here.”
Taylor made to get up off her knees but his next words made her do otherwise. “On your knees. To me.”
As ordered, she dropped down on all fours and made her way over to her master where her punishment awaited. She knew what was coming and so, without his having to tell her, she climbed up and lay down across his lap, her short skirt rising up almost to her hips, providing absolutely no protection for her naked bottom.
The paddle came down so suddenly that Taylor shrieked. She hadn’t even had time to steel herself for the blow. Again, it came down and this time she gave a yelp. By the third time, she’d learned to bite her lip and hang on to Dominic’s knees. By the fourth, she was able to hold everything in except for a soft moan. He wasn’t hitting her excessively hard, but hard enough for the paddle to sting with each blow.
By the fifth blow her bottom felt hot all over and she was sure it was a bright shade of paddled-bottom red. By the sixth, Dominic dropped the paddle to the floor and began running his hands over her throbbing butt cheeks, torturing her with the sweet pain of his big hand on her sensitive skin.
And then he did something that made her moan in pleasure, not pain. He slid a long, hard finger deep inside her starving lower mouth.
Taylor could only moan and cling to Dominic’s knees as he rammed his fingers deep inside her. And then he added a second finger and then a third, filling her with their hardness, thrusting in and out until the embers she’d been stoking burst into flames and she climaxed all over his fingers, her pussy walls clenching and as he buried his digits deep inside.
Taylor slumped across Dominic’s knees, unable to move even if he ordered her to.
Thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he lifted her and gathered her to him on his lap and stroked her cheek as she caught her breath.
It was many long moments before either of them spoke. Of course, Dominic was the one to break the silence. “Do you think I like to punish you?” he asked.
Head down, Taylor did not answer. What was she supposed to say? She had a feeling he enjoyed it, even if just a little bit, but she was too scared to say it. He might take offense and then where would that leave her? Back in the doghouse with the man she’d committed to please at all cost.
And so she stayed silent.
“I don’t,” he said, but his tone was firm. “But it had to be done. A sub must never be allowed to defy her master. I did it for your own good. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, “I understand. It was for my own good.” And as she realized how kind and wise he was, her heart swelled with affection for him. “Thank you, master.”
“You are most welcome,” he said and kissed her on the forehead.
Taylor could only gaze up at him in wonder. Was this the man who had bought her, the man who had told her that her brother’s fate depended on how well she served him? He seemed so different, this man on whose lap she sat. She wanted to serve him, not because of the debt, but simply because she wanted to please him.
But then he looked down at her and his lips twisted in a crooked smile and Taylor knew that Dominic D'Angelo could not be taken for granted. There were many sides to this man who was her master and he must not be taken lightly.
Because if, in future, she dared to disobey she had no doubt that next time he would not be so easy on her.
Chapter 6
The test of Taylor’s submission came sooner than she’d expected. After a late lunch she gave Dominic a leisurely bath and then took one herself. To her surprise, when she returned to the bedroom he had laid out an outfit for her – black leather jacket with fishnet inner top and a leather skirt so short she wouldn’t dare bend over. Black boots with four-inch heels completed the outfit.
“We’re going out,” he told her. That was it. No explanation. He turned away and began to pull his clothes out of the closet.
Taylor hesitated but then she decided to plunge in. There was no way she was going out in public dressed like that. And this game they were playing, master and submissive, it was supposed to be behind closed doors. Wasn’t it?
Taylor swallowed. “May I speak...sir?”
He did not turn to look at her but kept on rifling through the clothes in the closet.
“Uhm…we…you…I don’t have to be submissive in public, right?”
Dominic stopped rifling…and looked at her…and then he turned his attention back to his clothes.
And that was when she knew that this game she’d signed up for was a lot more serious than she’d thought. Because Dominic was taking things to a whole new level, and he expected her to be right there with him.
And still, she had no idea what it felt like to have his cock inside her. And she wanted it…so bad. And that was why she decided to keep going. She would do whatever he asked…no, whatever he demanded…as long as he would reward her with that one part of him that she had yet to taste.
As she thought about his long, hard cock and how boldly he'd displayed it to her gaze, her mouth went dry and a daring idea sneaked into her mind. There was more than one way to taste a cock.
Smiling to herself, Taylor dressed carefully, forgoing the panties as she’d been taught, then she went over to the mirror and carefully applied the make-up she’d been supplied with. Then she piled her blonde hair high on her head and secured it with a sequin band creating a sleekly elegant ponytail that accentuated the slim length of her neck.
Satisfied, she turned to look at Dominic and he was so handsome that her heart stopped. For just a second. But it did skip that one beat because she could not believe her good fortune. She was owned by one of the sexiest, most powerful men in all of Miami.
And she would do anything in her power to make him proud of her. And, as scary as it was, that included being right by his side as they went out on the town, a master and his sub.
But now, even before she took that big step, there was one thing she just had to do. She wanted it. No, she needed it, before she could go forward.
“May I speak, sir?” Swallowing her nervousness, she decided to take the plunge.
“You may.” He rested both hands on his hips and gave a curt nod.
“Before we go,” she said respectfully, her eyes downcast, “may I please you?”
“Go ahead.”
It wasn’t exactly a warm invitation but it was enough. Taylor walked over to Dominic then remembering her position, she dropped her eyes and fell to her knees. Still on her knees, she moved the two steps that took her right in front of him. Without hesitation she reached up and unzipped the fly of his trousers then, before she could change her mind, she reached into his boxer shorts and wrapped her fingers around the thick, warm coil nestled there. Gently, she pulled it out.
As it fell out of his pants, Taylor leaned forward and opened her mouth to receive him. The spongy length fell onto her tongue and she sucked him into her mouth, hungry for the taste of him.
With a moan, she slurped then licked and
while the fingers of her right hand circled his shaft, she raised her left hand to fondle the heavy sack that now hung out of his pants. He’d kept her hungry for too long, starving her for the taste of his cock, the feel of it inside her. But she would wait no longer. Right now she would take whatever she could get.
And if that meant only the taste of him and the feel of him in her mouth, then she would enjoy that feast.
And so she licked and nibbled, and sucked and stroked, until his balls tightened in her hands and he put out his big hands to grasp the back of her head. And then he was sliding his rod in and out, slowly, rhythmically then gradually picking speed until he’d taken full control and was driving his cock to the back of her throat. And then he came, shooting his nectar deep into her throat.
And she did not pull back. She was there to please. She wanted so badly to satisfy him. And so she let him release his passion and as he did she stroked and caressed him until his body stilled and he sagged over her.
With a sigh, he pulled out and then he let her place his member back in its bed and zip him up.
“Go clean up,” he said as he patted her cheek.
As she turned toward the bathroom he said, “Good job in anticipating your master’s need.”
Taylor was smiling as she walked into the bathroom. She knew she’d surprised Dominic by taking the initiative.
And now it was time to take the show on the road. She was still nervous but she was a fast learner and she hoped to show Dominic that she could be the perfect sub, both at home and away.
She was ready to hit the road because, in her role as submissive to Dominic D'Angelo, she knew she could face the world.
And she was looking forward to it…
The End
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