Authors: Cheyenne McCray
Derrick woke to sunshine sliding through
the wooden slats of the bedroom’s mahogany blinds. Propping himself on one
elbow, he peered over the side of the bed to where Andi was sleeping, and
studied her.
What a beautiful woman. Her black hair was
wild around her head, strands of it lying across her face and along the curve
of her neck. Her eyes were closed, her lashes dark against her fair skin. The
comforter draped over her hips, and his cock hardened at the sight of one
breast and its puckered nipple. A slight sigh escaped her full lips and she
stirred in her sleep, rubbing her thighs together as if to assuage the need
there.
He smiled at the thought of what he had
planned for her today. She might balk, but he was sure she was up for the
challenge. She was spirited and fiery, and not one to back down easily. The
fact that she was submitting to him was amazing in itself.
Derrick didn’t know how long he had watched
her, drinking in the sight of her, when her eyelids fluttered open. She looked
slightly dazed and confused when she first looked up at him, but then the
prettiest blush stole over her cheeks.
“Good morning, baby,” he said softly.
She covered her mouth as she gave a little
yawn. “Morning, Derr—um, Master.”
“Good girl.” He slid out of bed, letting
the blanket and sheet slide down his nude body. Andi’s eyes widened, her gaze
fixed on his mammoth erection. This was going to be hell, making her wait,
making himself wait. But it was going to be so damn good when he finally did
take her.
Derrick went to the wardrobe as Andi pushed
herself up in the small bed.
“I have something I’d like you to wear
today.”
Andi raked her fingers through her hair,
her eyes still heavy-lidded from sleep. “Yes, Master,” she mumbled as she eased
to her feet and moved to him. She walked as though she ached and he swore he
heard a small groan of desire. He barely kept from smiling. She was going to be
so on edge today, that by the time he fucked her, it was going to be one hell
of an orgasm for both of them.
When she reached him, Derrick asked, “Did
you enjoy the harness yesterday?”
Andi tilted her head as she looked up at
him. “Do you want me to answer honestly, Master?”
He nodded. “Of course.”
“It drove me out of my mind, Master.” She
ran her hands down her waist to her thighs. “I need to come so bad I could just
scream.”
Derrick almost laughed. “That’s the idea.
Part of your punishment.”
Andi sighed. “Yes, Master.”
“My concern now,” he said as he partially
turned to the wardrobe, “is today’s punishment for climaxing without permission
last night.”
A worried expression crossed Andi’s
beautiful features, but to her credit she didn’t say anything.
He withdrew a lingerie box from the cabinet
that contained something special he had purchased just for Andi when she’d
arranged the weekend. When Shelia Tarantino had let it slip that Andi would be
here, Derrick had made sure she would be his for the weekend.
He handed the elegant box to Andi. “I would
like to see you in this.”
Raising an eyebrow, she took the box then
moved to the bed where she set it down and opened the box. Wrapped in tissue
paper was a leather push-up bra, a leather g-string, and a diamond-studded
leather collar—along with a leash.
Andi’s heart sank as she pulled the leash
from the box.
Oh. My. God.
He was actually going to leash her.
She cut her gaze to him and he gave her
that devastatingly sexy smile of his. “Put on the clothing, baby.”
“This is not what I call clothing,” Andi
muttered.
Derrick raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Nothing, Master.” Andi dropped her gaze to
the clothing. “I’ll just slip into these…things.” She gestured to the bathroom.
“I need to use the facilities. Can I just change in there?”
He gave a deep nod. “Don’t forget the heels.
They’re still in the bathroom, near the shower. Feel free to use any of the
supplies. They’re here just for you.”
Andi swore he was trying to hide a smile.
The bastard was getting a kick out of this. She’d kick him…
Andi gathered up the box of leather
nothings and scooted into the bathroom before he changed his mind. She closed
the large mahogany doors behind her, then leaned up against it.
Oh, shit. She was in for it today, she just
knew it.
After she finished with the facilities and
freshening up, she used the brush Derrick had used on her hair last night to
fluff it out. It hung in dark shining waves over her bare shoulders, and slid
across her naked back like a caress. She found a new package of lip gloss and
blusher sitting on the vanity, which was all she ever used anyway, and assumed
that’s what Derrick had meant when he told her to make herself at home.
When she finished touching up, she slipped
on the miniscule leather g-string and cringed. Crap. He wasn’t going to make
her go out in public like this, was he?
Next came the push-up bra that made her
breasts rise up so high and close that they looked like they were airborne. She
found her heels exactly where they’d left them last night, and by the time she
had them on she was sure she looked like a stripper, or worse yet, a hooker.
Lastly, she pulled the collar and the leash
out of the box. They were made from the same supple black leather as the
g-string and the bra, and felt soft against her hand. Taking a deep breath, she
clenched both in her fist. Maybe if she gave him big puppy-dog eyes, he’d forgo
the torture?
Yeah, right.
While Andi was preparing herself, Derrick
dressed. Breakfast arrived and was set up in the suite. He smiled to himself as
he remembered Andi’s embarrassment the night before, when dinner was served and
she was wearing virtually nothing.
Smells of sausage, scrambled eggs, and
pancakes filled the room, along with Andi’s lingering scent.
When she finally pushed open the bathroom
door and slipped into the bedroom, Derrick just about came in his leather
pants. Her chin was high, her black hair flowing about her shoulders, and she
had a light tint of blush to her cheeks and gloss to her lips. But hell, it was
her body that about made him drop to his knees. The g-string and heels made her
legs look longer than ever, and that bra—God, he just wanted to rip it off and
eat her up.
He gritted his teeth, trying to tame his
erection and not having a whole hell of a lot of luck with it. He’d dressed in
snug black leather pants and a leather lace-up shirt, both in the same soft
leather as Andi’s sexy outfit.
His voice came out gravelly when he spoke,
and he mentally kicked himself. “The collar?”
Andi’s expression fell as she raised her
hand. “Here, Master.”
He motioned to her to come to him and his
cock ached at the sway of her hips and the bounce of her breasts in their tiny
leather slingshots.
He slipped the collar from her hand. “Turn
around, baby.”
“Yes, Master,” Andi said quietly as she
obeyed.
He pushed her hair over one shoulder and
wrapped the soft diamond and leather collar around her neck. When he turned her
back around, the platinum D-ring glowed in the sunshine spilling through the
blinds. He took the leash from her hand, and saw the glint of fire in her eyes
as he raised the clasp to her neck. One cheek was sucked in, and he was certain
she was biting the inside of it to keep from telling him exactly where he could
put that leash.
“Do you know why you’re being punished,
Andi?” he asked, as he snapped the leash to the D-ring.
She closed her eyes for a moment then
opened them to meet his gaze. “For disobeying you, Master. For climaxing
without your permission.”
He held the end of the leash in one hand
and brushed his knuckles across her cheek with his other. She trembled beneath
his touch. “You know I have to punish you. Remember that today.”
Andi visibly swallowed. “Yes, Master.”
He arranged her hair around her shoulders
so that her breasts were clearly visible. “We’re going to enjoy the amenities
of the Club. I’ll hold your leash and you’ll walk so that it is neither too
taut nor too loose. When in my presence in front of other guests, you must keep
your eyes downcast. You must not look at anyone directly, unless I introduce
you to them.” He kept his tone intentionally stern and matter-of-fact. “When in
the presence of another Dom, you must keep your eyes down and give the Dom a
slight bow from your shoulders.”
For a second he saw a glimmer of what
looked like anger or frustration, but she bowed her head. “Yes, Master.”
He hooked one finger under her chin and
raised her face to look at him again. The glimmer was gone and her expression
was resigned. “That’s my baby.” He brushed his lips over hers and she gave a
sigh against his mouth. “Be a good girl and I won’t have to punish you even more.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
He gave her a wicked smile. “Good. Now
let’s eat breakfast.”
Andi wasn’t so sure what he had in mind,
but she followed him to the table, the leash lightly pulling at her collar. Her
ankles wobbled a bit in her stilettos, and she felt exposed and vulnerable in
the skimpy clothing.
He seated himself at the lone chair before
the table, which was situated so that it was somewhat sideways, facing her. He
laid the leash across his lap, and gestured for her to kneel between his thighs.
Andi held back a sigh as she knelt.
Here we go again.
Only this time he immediately unfastened
his leather pants and withdrew his erection. Andi’s eyes widened.
He slipped his hand in her hair, forcing
her forward so that her face was close to his cock. “I want you to suck me
while I have my breakfast.”
Andi’s jaw dropped, and he took the
opportunity to slide his length between her lips.
“That’s it, baby.” He kept one hand in her
hair while he forced her head down as deep as she could take him.
At first she was too stunned to do
anything, but when he said, “Andi…” in that warning tone, she started licking
and sucking him in earnest. She used one hand to fondle his balls, while her
other hand worked his cock. She found herself enjoying the feel of him in her
mouth, the way his hardness slipped through her fingers, the taste of him on
her tongue.
Derrick smiled as he took a sausage link in
his free hand and bit into it. Damn, it felt good having Andi go down on him
first thing in the morning. He kept his orgasm at bay while he ate. She made
small mewling sounds and hummed along his length, which brought him closer and
faster to climax than he’d intended. He clenched his hand around his orange
juice glass and watched his cock move in and out of Andi’s mouth. It was too
much.
His climax burst through him as his come
spewed down her throat. He ground his teeth and the juice glass rattled on the
table as he gripped it, fighting to keep from shouting out.
When the last of his semen spilled into her
mouth, he took her leash and pulled on it, forcing her to stop. Andi looked up
at him, licking the come from her lips. He released his grip on the juice glass
and brushed Andi’s hair from her eyes.
“Did you enjoy your breakfast, baby?” he
asked.
Andi gave him a teasing smile. “Sausage is
always good in the morning.”
After feeding Andi scrambled eggs, sausage,
and pancakes as she knelt before him, Derrick ordered her to stand. He tugged
at her leash. “Now we’ll go for a walk, baby.”
Humiliation burned Andi’s cheeks as Derrick
led her from the room, into the hallway. God, she’d never been so embarrassed
in all her life as she was at that moment. As he led her by the leash, she
wanted to fall through the floor every time they passed other Doms and subs. None
of the subs were on leashes like she was. She kept her gaze downcast as per
Derrick’s instructions, avoiding looking anyone in the eyes. That was one rule
she was glad for. She’d surely die of embarrassment if she saw anyone at the
resort who recognized her.
Of course that would lead to the question
of why
they
were here.
Cool air swept over her nearly naked body.
With the g-string, her ass was completely exposed, the front barely covering
the triangle of hair between her thighs. The bra felt sensuous as it rubbed
against her nipples, and her breasts seemed on the verge of exploding from
their confines. Despite her nervousness, something about walking with
practically nothing on past strangers was somehow exciting. Her nipples stayed
hard as jelly beans, and her juices soaked the leather strip of her g-string.
Derrick led her down the sweeping staircase
to the large and elegant common room. His boots rang against the marble floors,
and Andi’s stilettos clicked with every step. From the corner of her eye, she
saw appreciative glances from Doms and a few subs. One Dom outright leered at
her and his stare made her skin crawl.
She straightened, managing to keep her head
high, but avoiding eye contact. Damned if she’d let anyone get to her.
They walked across the room, through the
maze of lounge chairs, and people chatting. Subs in various states of dress and
undress stayed close to their Masters. Andi didn’t feel quite so bad about her
own near nakedness, considering what some of the women and men were wearing—or
not wearing.
She followed Derrick through glass and
mahogany doors, and out into a beautiful paradise. Andi couldn’t help but gaze
in wonder. It was like what she would imagine a secret garden to be, with
bowers of vines around and above them, intertwined with purple and pink
flowers. A large fountain spewed jets of water into the air that pattered like
rain upon the pool surrounding it. Sunlight dappled the flagstones, and
cushioned chairs crouched around tables throughout the arbor. Men and women
lounged throughout the area, touching, kissing, and more. Much more.
As they worked their way through the arbor,
Andi saw there were private little corners where couples—or larger
parties—could escape, and enjoy some of the resort’s amenities.
It was one such hideaway that Derrick led
her into, with three leather-padded benches in a U shape. He slid onto one of
the benches and patted his knee, indicating he wanted her to sit on his lap.
Andi’s face still felt hot from their trek
from the room to the arbor, and she was grateful to finally be someplace
private with Derrick. Nothing in the boardroom, the office, or her life, had
prepared her for walking practically naked through crowds of people—on a
frickin’ leash, no less.
Derrick extended his arms. “Come here, baby.”
“Yes, Master.” Andi slid onto his lap. At
first she was tense, but at his bidding, she relaxed against him. His
butter-soft leather shirt and pants felt erotic against all her bare skin.
“Did you see how the other men and women
looked at you?” He traced her lower lip with his index finger. “They wanted
you, but you’re all mine, and I’ll do whatever I choose to do with you.”
Her voice came out low and husky as she
replied, “Yes, Master.”
“You look so damn hot.” Derrick trailed his
finger down to the hollow of her throat and then over one cup of the leather
bra. “I want to taste what others can only dream of.”
Derrick tugged on the cup and her breast
sprang free, the nipple tightening in the cool air. He lowered his head and
slipped his warm mouth over her taut nub and she moaned at the exquisite
feeling. While he suckled, he released her other breast, completely baring her.
A part of her recognized that anyone could walk in on them, but right at that
moment all that was important was his mouth and hands on her.
And when he slid one hand down her belly,
she held her breath until he cupped her pussy through the soft leather. He
hooked one finger under the strip covering her pussy and slipped the finger
into her wet folds. Andi cried out as he thrust inside her, his finger entering
her channel the way she wanted his cock to plunge into her.
“Damn,” he murmured as he raised his head.
He brushed his lips over hers. “I love how wet you get. I can just imagine how
good it’s going to be when I fuck you. Once you’ve earned it.”
God, she wanted him
now
.
“What—” She moaned again as he thrust three
fingers into her this time. “What do I have to do, Master?”
“Earn it, baby.” His lips moved to her ear.
“You have to obey my commands, follow protocol, do all I ask of you, and submit
to me completely. And then you can have my cock inside you. I’ll fuck you until
you scream.”
Andi shuddered from the combination of the
erotic words, her breasts free in the cool air, and his fingers thrusting into
her pussy. Her climax was building, coming on like a storm.
“May I come, Master?” she asked while
barely being able to breathe.
“No.” He didn’t let up on his strokes one
bit. “Part of your training is to learn to withhold your own pleasure for
mine.” His lips brushed her earlobe, and his voice was barely a murmur. “Your
responsibility is to see that I’m thoroughly pleased. And right now it pleases
me to touch you like this.”
God, she was simply going to explode if he
kept teasing her. She fought to hold back her release, her muscles tense and
perspiration coating her skin. When he finally eased his fingers from her
pussy, she sagged in relief against him.
He brought his hand up to his mouth and
sniffed. “Damn, you smell good, woman.” He slipped his fingers into his mouth
and tasted her juices. “And you taste,” he said after he withdrew his fingers,
“so good.”
Andi shivered. She could smell her scent
mixed with his masculine musk and the sweet fragrance of the flowers above and
around them. They were in a paradise and it was only the two of them.
She stilled as she heard voices and the
sound of footsteps. A gorgeous man and two women rounded the corner and entered
the little hideaway. Andi tried to turn away and to yank up her bra, but
Derrick stilled her.
“Andi…” he said in that warning tone of
his. “Do I need to punish you more?”
“No, Master,” she muttered, keeping her
eyes downcast and avoiding looking at the man and the women who reached them.
From the corner of her eye she saw the two
women were on leashes, their eyes downcast, but without unhappy expressions on
their pretty faces. Instead they looked appreciatively at Andi’s breasts. The
slaves wore matching metal-studded leather bustiers baring their tummies,
skimpy panties, and thigh-high boots.
The man smiled, his eyes raking her form as
Derrick slid her from his lap and forced her to stand in front of the trio,
before moving to stand at her side.
“Derrick.” The man reached out his hand and
Derrick took it with a smile.
“Josh,” he replied. “Just in time.”
Andi’s gaze shot up to look at Derrick. She
quickly lowered her gaze again, her cheeks burning like wildfire.
Derrick turned his gaze on her. “Greet
Master Josh, Andi.”
She gave a bow from her shoulders. “My
pleasure to meet you, Master Josh.”
“Your slave is quite lovely.” He reached out
and tweaked one of Andi’s nipples, twisting it between his thumb and
forefinger.
Andi gasped and stepped back, her gaze
shooting up to meet his. “Stop!”
Immediately she realized her error as
Derrick and the other Dom gave her looks that told her she had just made a very
big mistake.
The Dom twisted her nipple harder, then
freed her as he looked to Derrick.
Andi lowered her gaze and he sighed.
“Apologize to Master Josh.”
She wanted nothing more than to slap the
crap out of both of them and knock the domineering looks right off their faces.
Instead she kept her eyes downcast and
muttered, “My apologies, Master Josh.”
“Of course, punishment is in order.”
Derrick focused his gaze on Master Josh.
Josh turned to his two slaves. “Flogger.”
One of the women handed him a braided flogger with strips of leather that
looked much more menacing than what Derrick had used on her.
“Turn around,” Master Josh said. “Place
your hands on the back of the bench and present your ass to me for punishment.”
Andi trembled with indignation at the mere
thought of the Dom whipping her. One look from Derrick and she knew she didn’t
have a choice.
Unless she wanted to shout out her safe
word. Did she, though? Wasn’t this part of her fantasy? Would this be the worst
of it?
She slowly turned to face the bench and
grabbed onto the back of it, and dug her nails into the padded backrest.
Muscles throughout her body tensed as she waited for that first blow. Her naked
breasts hung down, and the g-string presented her naked ass to the Dom.
She jerked when she felt a calloused hand
rub her buttocks and she knew right away it was Master Josh. She couldn’t
believe Derrick was letting another man touch her.
“A beautiful slave, Derrick,” the man
murmured, and she heard the desire in his voice. “How about a trade? Lauren and
Sara could both be yours for one night.”
Andi’s back went ramrod straight. He
wouldn’t dare!
“Perhaps,” Derrick said, and Andi almost
screamed at him.
How dare he even consider trading her for a
night with the subs? Giving her away?
But in the next moment the lash of the
flogger tore all rational thought from her mind. Andi cried out at the harsh
sting, and tears formed at the back of her eyes.
“Not a sound,” Derrick said in a warning
tone.
There was a rustling sound and then Derrick
moved a bright yellow ball before her gaze. “Bite this.”
Andi hesitated only a second before sinking
her teeth into the soft ball. A lash fell on her other ass cheek and she would
have screamed again if it hadn’t been for the gag ball in her mouth. The incredible
sting of each lash fell with precision over her buttocks and thighs. To her
surprise, the pain began to turn into a kind of pleasure. Amazingly, her pussy
grew wet and her nipples tingled like her ass cheeks. And she was ready to come
again!
The lashes stopped and she sagged in
relief. She felt a hand caressing her buttocks, and this time she knew it was
Derrick’s touch.
He leaned close to her ear and murmured,
“Very good, baby. Now behave and do what I ask you if you want to be in my bed
and not Master Josh’s.”
He removed the ball from her mouth and took
her by the arm, bringing her to a stand.
“Yes, Master.” She was on the verge of
either outright crying or climaxing, but she didn’t want to give the safe word.
She wanted to go through with this, but if he tried to give her away…
What’s wrong with me? I thought I’d be
here with a stranger, after all. It might be easier with someone I don’t know.
Hell. Master Josh might even fuck me and give me some relief!
But the thought really, really bothered
her. She felt a new coolness toward Derrick. This was just a game to him. A
conquest. She’d need to keep that in mind.
She did her best to keep the quiver out of
her voice when she added, “I won’t disappoint you, Master.”
“That’s my girl.” Derrick turned her to
face the Dom and his subs, and she kept her eyes lowered. “Now sit between
Lauren and Sara.”
The subs stepped forward and took Andi by
her arms, positioning her between them on the middle bench. The subs were
pretty, both with dark brown hair—they were twins, Andi realized. Every man’s
dream.
Derrick and Master Josh sat on the benches
to either side of the women, across from one another.
“Look at me, Andi,” Derrick said. She
raised her eyes and met his. “It will please me greatly to see Lauren and Sara
touch you.”