you.”
“Yes, Master.”
Minx. “By the way, I should warn you. By agreeing to my terms tonight, you’re giving me permission to fuck that beautiful rosebud ass of yours again.”
She stuck one hand on her hip and struck a pose, her head tilted to one side. “Do you know what I think? I think you’re deliberately trying to scare me. But I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“Yeah,” he said softly, the predatory animal hidden deep inside leaping to the surface. Miss Rosalinda Maria Ramos’s reaction couldn’t have pleased him, or challenged him, more. “Yeah, you are. Now go into the kitchen, Princesa, and fetch me a beer.”
To his surprise, she readily agreed. “Yes, Master.”
She returned less than thirty seconds later, Heineken opened and poured into a glass. He sat down on the couch. “Whenever we’re in a room together, you will always stay lower than me.” Considering her height compared to his, that wouldn’t be difficult.
She surprised him again when, instead of sitting on the couch beside him, she knelt at his feet in a supplicant position as if she’d practiced for days. Maybe she had. A niggling feeling started in his chest, wormed through his intestines. Where had she seen someone in this position if she’d stayed in the office? Unless Thalia brought someone into the office to demonstrate. Just what other demonstrations had Thalia provided?
“Take off the bustier.”
“Yes, Master.” He was rather disappointed that she didn’t fight him, didn’t yell about how he was from the dark ages. Push her, see what she might tell you. Because she’s obviously trying to push you…somewhere. But where?
With a smile suggestive of more, she undid the laces of the bustier and let it drop on the floor. Her hair draped over her shoulders, the curls pointing toward the dark brown buds of her nipples. Beautiful. Luscious. His.
How far should he test her limits? Start with something simple.
“Go stand in front of the window, facing out.”
Her glance darted toward the picture window and the first sign of hesitation appeared. “But the people in the condo on the other side of the street might be able to see that I’m bare-assed naked.”
“That’s the point.”
He wouldn’t tell her that he knew exactly who would be watching, or how they reciprocated for him.
He waited until she was in position before saying, “And questioning me has earned you your first punishment.”
“Cr-” She started to protest then stopped. She straightened and gave him a regal nod. “Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”
Like hell she was sorry. She looked like the proverbial cat with canary feathers stickin’ out of her mouth. But what was her game?
“I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, Master,” Rosie said. “And I’m sorry I forgot to call you Master, Master.”
“Apology accepted but I will still have to discipline you. Later.” Once he figured out what she was after. “Pull that chair over and put one foot up on it.” Once she’d obeyed him, he said, “Now play with yourself. Pinch your nipples and get them good and hard, and make your sweet little pussy real wet. And don’t leave your position or stop pleasuring yourself until I return.”
“Yes, Master.”
He flicked off the light beside him, and turned on a halogen above her, spotlighting her. Turning his back on her, he snagged the contract and list she’d left on his desk, then walked into the bedroom. He ditched his suit, exchanging it for a black silk shirt and set of leather pants with a laced fly that would let him completely free both his cock and his balls. “You playin’ with yourself like I told you?”
“Yes, Master. I’m SO hot.”
He snorted quietly at her exaggerated tone. A check of the list revealed little he hadn’t already guessed about her preferences. Hmm, that was interesting. Where he’d have bet big money she’d check “definitely not” under mйnage, she’d checked “might consider”. And she’d checked “definitely” in the flogging and spanking column. A scan of the rest of the items showed, with few exceptions, Miss Rosalinda Ramos was game for just about anything he would want to do with her.
“Does the idea that someone might be watching me masturbate make you jealous, Master? Or does it make you horny?”
Oh, yeah, she was deliberately racking up the points. Getting her to submit, to obey him, was going to be such a challenge.
“Just keep touching yourself, Princesa. And you’re up to punishment number three.” He opened his safe room, and ran a finger along the shelf containing his collection of dildos and butt plugs, choosing a remote control vibrator that would pay particular attention to her G-spot. He tucked the remote in his pocket so she wouldn’t realize it would vibrate. Yet.
If she’d done what he’d told her, he probably wouldn’t need any lube, but he grabbed a tube just in case, then added a harness.
She was where he’d left her, following his instructions to the letter. A light sheen of sweat dewed her skin. Lord, what a picture she made, her skin and fingers glistening under the halogen, her nipples dark, hard berries waiting to be suckled. And…oh, yeah, those little hitches in her breath she made when she was close to orgasm were starting.
He palmed his groin, resettling his burgeoning cock. “That’s another rule. You are not allowed to come unless I give you permission.”
He allowed her a huff of exasperation. It was his fault he hadn’t reminded her of that rule beforehand.
Standing behind her, he cupped her mons, letting his fingers trail through the slick cream coating her labia. “Very nice.” He withdrew his fingers and drew them across her lips. “Lick your lips, baby. Taste how sweet you are.”
Her tongue slowly slid over her top lip then she turned her head and looked up at him. “Don’t you want a taste, Master?”
“Baby, you’re going to have to remember you’re not supposed to speak. That makes punishment number four.” Before she could protest, he captured her mouth with his. While she was distracted, he slid the dildo into her, rotating it so its curve would press against her most sensitive spot every time she moved. She’d tell him later that was mean, and maybe it was, but she had to learn to control her orgasm to his command.
He draped the leather harness over her shoulder and stepped away. “Put that on.”
“Yes, Master.”
He grabbed the chair she’d braced herself on and turned it around to face the window, then tossed a throw pillow on the floor. No need in her hurting her knees. He sat down, splaying his legs wide and pointed to the floor between them. “Kneel.”
After unlacing his fly and freeing his cock, he stroked himself. “You know what I want, Princesa.”
“Yes, Master.
She bent over him, her hair brushing his thighs in a silken caress. When she put her lips around his cock, he buried his fingers in her hair. “Remember, I can come, but you can’t.”
His cock filling her mouth, she muttered something indecipherable. The vibrations drove him insane so he decided to share the experience by using the remote to her vibrator. When she realized what he’d done, he held her head in place and pumped his cock deep into her mouth. From the way she squirmed, he could tell the vibrator was doing its job, driving her as insane as she was driving him.
Her tongue flattened against his length, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep. The little moans she made drove him over the edge, his climax rocketing through him.
As she licked the lingering drops of come from his head, she smiled up at him. Damn she looked so perfect there. She’d look even better lying beneath him on the couch, her eyes unfocussed as he drove into her. But tonight, she was playing a game, thinking she knew about the lifestyle. So he’d show her exactly what happened when you played with fire.
“Go make me dinner, Princesa. Your master’s hungry.”
