Master Me (20 page)

Her napkin hit the floor and she dropped down after it, pushing her way under the heavy white linen tablecloth and coming to rest between Neil’s spread thighs. James was beginning his speech now, she could tell, but his voice seemed to be coming from a long way away, muffled by the cloth surrounding her and the excited thumping of her heart.

She reached for Neil’s zip with trembling fingers. The rasping sound as it came down seemed so loud she was sure someone would hear it, but James’ friends were laughing at some comment he’d made. Neil was right. No one had noticed she was beneath the table.

His cock, when she grasped it, was hot and smooth. It twitched as she took hold of it more firmly. She wished she could see Neil’s reaction as her lips encircled the head. Would his expression remain impassive, or would there be some indication, however small, that she was pleasuring him in secret?

She took him a little deeper, knowing she didn’t have much time before James brought his speech to an end and made the traditional toast to the bridesmaids. Though Neil hadn’t told her to make him come. Perhaps he simply wanted to be kept on the edge. If this was a test of her obedience, she was keen to pass it, whatever it took. Eyes half-closed, fingers wrapped round his thick shaft to hold it steady, she swirled her tongue over his cockhead like it was her favourite flavour of ice cream.

At that moment, she felt him pulling away, attempting to rise from his seat. James must have announced the toast. No longer sure what Neil expected of her, Liz emerged from under the tablecloth and grabbed her glass. As she did, she spotted the young waiter who’d been serving them looking directly at her. Was the knowing smirk on his face just a product of her imagination, or had he realised what she’d been doing? She blushed to the roots of her hair, but her pussy felt hotter and wetter than ever.

“I didn’t tell you to do that,” Neil said, as they sat down again.

“I’m sorry,” she replied. “I just thought someone was bound to spot that I wasn’t joining in the toast.” She gestured in the direction of the waiter, who was busily clearing away the dessert bowls. “I’m sure he knows what’s going on.”

“Well, I’ll let it go this time, but if it happens again I’ll have to punish you.”

Neil’s tone was perfectly reasonable, but Liz had no doubt he meant what he said. Her mind flashed back to her attempts to spank herself, and how much it had thrilled her to imagine Neil doing the same.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured.

Neil stroked the side of her neck gently. “Now, I could make you sit here and listen to the best man’s speech,” he said, “but I won’t. Instead, I want you to go up to our room. You’ll find some things lying on the bed. You’re to put them on, then cuff your left wrist to the bed. Everything’s set up ready for you.”

“And what happens when I’ve done that?” Liz asked, her mind reeling at the thought of having to restrain herself.

“Then you wait.” Neil’s smile was enigmatic. “Don’t worry, you won’t be on your own for very long. Now—off you go.”

Liz grabbed her clutch bag, hoping to make a discreet exit.

“You leaving us already?” The voice belonged to one of James’ friends. “We’re not that boring, are we?”

Liz shook her head. “I’m getting a headache,” she lied. “Must be all the champagne.”

Neil gave her hand a little squeeze, as though he was concerned about her. “You go and have a lie down. I’ll be up shortly.”

The double meaning in his words was obvious. Liz planted a little kiss on his cheek, then made a hasty exit. As she walked to the door, she passed the young waiter. His smile seemed innocent enough, but she was convinced his eyes were on her gently swaying arse cheeks all the way out of the room.

She took the stairs to the room she was sharing with Neil. The corridor was silent as she let herself inside. She suspected all the neighbouring guests were downstairs at the reception, listening to Lee give his best man’s speech.

Liz dumped her bag on a chair, then looked to the bed to see what Neil had left for her to wear. He must have popped up to the room to arrange this when he’d left her in the lobby, alone. Whatever she’d been expecting, it wasn’t the garment that was lying there, waiting for her. It was a corset, but one unlike any Liz had seen before. It was made from supple black leather, and it was designed so her breasts would rest on the cups but her nipples wouldn’t be covered. There were no panties, but she’d expected that. Instead, suspender straps hung from the bottom of the corset. A pair of fishnet stockings was ready to be attached to them.

It was the item accompanying the corset and stockings that had her heart feeling as though it had fluttered up into her throat. A thick, black blindfold with an elastic strap to hold it firmly in place. Neil intended her to wait for him, cuffed and blindfolded, vulnerable and exposed. The idea didn’t alarm her as much as it might have. Instead, it had her stripping rapidly out of her dress and boots.

The corset was designed to fasten in front, with laces at the back that could be tightened if the wearer—or the man who’d decided she should wear it—chose. It was more comfortable than Liz had expected, and she gazed at herself in the mirror for a moment, noticing the way the garment raised and presented her breasts, almost inviting onlookers to touch them. She rolled the fishnets up her legs, clipping them to the suspender straps, then sat on the bed.

Two fur-lined leather cuffs dangled on a length of chain from the slats in the headboard. Liz fastened one around her left wrist, as Neil had demanded. She was reassured that if she got cold feet before Neil joined her, she could easily free herself.

Even so, she hesitated for a moment before slipping on the blindfold. Neil had been gradually pushing her out of her comfort zone since the moment they’d met. The question was, did she trust him enough to let him take her even further? Deciding that yes, she did, she pulled the blindfold over her head with her free hand, then lay back to wait for her master to arrive.

Liz had no idea how much time had passed before she heard the door open. With the blindfold blocking out all of the light, she seemed to float in a world of heightened anticipation, ears straining for any sound. She wondered what was happening downstairs. Were the newly married couple posing for photographs as they cut the cake, or had they already moved on to their first dance together? She was missing all of it, but it didn’t seem to matter. Not now that Neil was here.

Footsteps approached the bed, then paused. Was he taking the opportunity to enjoy the sight of her barely clad body? She imagined Neil smiling with satisfaction as he saw just how perfectly she had followed his instructions, the cock she had been so briefly acquainted with stirring in his trousers at the sight.

He came to sit by her, the bed shifting under his weight. Then he took hold of her right wrist, cuffing it to the headboard. It meant she was now completely at his mercy, unable to move until he decided. He didn’t say a word, but his silence only thrilled her more. He wasn’t going to tell her what he intended to do to her. He was going to let everything come as a surprise.

She heard rustling, as though he was removing some of his clothing, though she listened in vain for the sound of his zip being undone. He smoothed her hair, then gently stroked the contour of her cheek. He pressed on her lower lip ‘til she opened her mouth and took his finger inside, sucking it just as ardently as she’d sucked his cock under the table.

When his finger slipped from between her lips, it traced a wet path down her throat and between her breasts. She shivered, wondering where he would touch her next, as her thighs lolled apart almost of their own volition. She was more than ready to be fucked, but she sensed that wasn’t going to happen for a while yet. Not when there were so many other delicious things her master could do to her.

His hands gripped her breasts, the roughness of his touch strangely exciting. She shuddered as he licked her skin, then blew on it, the combination of hot followed immediately by cold causing her nipples to contract into hard peaks. When his mouth closed round one of the little buds, sucking hard, Liz whimpered and writhed in her bonds, expecting Neil not to tell her to be so impatient. Instead, she felt him cupping her mound, pushing a finger up between her wet petals to toy with her clit. For the briefest of moments, she thought his finger felt different to when he’d been touching her under the table—broader somehow, with a shorter nail—then dismissed the idea. Being tied and teased was obviously scrambling her brain in the most delightful way.

When he replaced that finger with the point of his tongue, she couldn’t stop herself exclaiming, “Oh, Neil, that feels so good!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he replied, his voice close to her ear.

Liz froze. How was that possible? Unless there was someone else between her legs, licking her clit…

She tried to pull away from the strange mouth.

“Sh, steady there, Liz,” Neil murmured.

“Take the blindfold off, please,” she begged, trying not to panic.

To her relief, Neil did as she asked immediately. She looked down to see the young waiter who had served them at the wedding breakfast crouching between her legs. He was shirtless, and she could see her juices shining on his lips.

“Would you like me to leave?” he asked, glancing from Liz to Neil.

“No.” Liz wasn’t even sure whether it was her decision to make, but suddenly she was no longer afraid of the situation.

Neil might have allowed another man to play with her, but he hadn’t chosen someone she didn’t approve of. The waiter was cute—and, she hoped, discreet enough not to gossip about this little scene with his friends afterwards. And, she had to admit, though he might have been younger than her, he certainly knew what to do with his tongue.

“Please, I’d like you to stay. I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Tom,” the waiter replied. “But this is all right with both of you, isn’t it?” he asked, seemingly anxious not to overstep the mark.

“Of course,” Neil replied, pulling a chair close and straddling it so he was leaning on the chair back, facing the bed. “Now strip, and let Elizabeth see what you’ve got.”

The waiter did as he was told, happy to let the other man take control of the situation now Tom knew his presence was definitely welcome. His trousers and underwear were dispensed of without ceremony, revealing a cock that was almost completely hard. Liz ached to reach out and touch it, but with her wrists still cuffed to the headboard that was impossible.

Neil realised this, too, because he quickly unfastened the cuffs, releasing her from her bondage. Liz stretched, grateful for the opportunity to move her cramped limbs, and rolled over languidly.

“I want to watch the two of you together,” Neil told her. “I want you to suck his cock and make him come.”

“Yes, sir.” Liz found herself almost rushing to obey her master’s latest demand.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined when she’d accepted the invitation to James’ wedding that she would find herself enjoying sex with two men on the same night, yet here she was. Being watched was a very new experience for her, but as Tom kissed her gently on the lips, letting her taste herself, it was one that didn’t faze her in the least. She was acutely aware of Neil’s gaze on her as she crouched between Tom’s legs, and she was determined to give him a show he wouldn’t soon forget.

She couldn’t help but notice Neil was still fully dressed, while she wore only the corset and stockings and Tom was naked. It seemed to reinforce the fact that he was in control here, in much the same way that he wanted her to go without panties for him. As every moment passed, she was learning more about the subtle ways in which a loving master could reinforce his domination, and the things she would have to do to make herself worthy of his love and devotion. And if one of those involved taking the long, slightly curved cock she was now holding and sucking it ‘til Tom came, that was fine by her.

The young waiter’s breath caught in his throat as Liz swallowed him. His hands twined in her hair, holding her head in place. Her mouth was full of his salty flesh, her nostrils breathing in his earthy male aroma.

“Liz, that feels amazing,” Tom moaned. “Oh, I love it when you lick me just there…”

Her tongue was on the sensitive place just beneath his helmet, and his words trailed off as the sensation appeared to grow too much for him. Unlike Neil, he didn’t appear to have the ability to pace himself, to pull back when the excitement became too great. This was going to be over very soon, she knew that. Already his hips were jerking, and when she reached down between his legs she found his balls were tight, ready to spill. Even the gentlest touch of her fingers there was more than Tom could cope with in his highly turned-on state. As if to prove her right, his spunk gushed into her mouth. She seemed to feel his pleasure coursing through her own body—or was it the sudden satisfaction that came from the feeling she had obeyed her master’s instructions perfectly?

When she finally let Tom’s cock slip from her lips, the first thing she did was glance over quickly to where Neil sat, anxious to gauge his reaction. He said nothing, but he gave a little nod of his head, as if acknowledging her performance.

Tom gave Liz another kiss, longer and more intimate this time, then reached for his scattered clothes. “I’d love to stay and continue the party,” he said, “but they’re going to be wondering where I’ve got to, and I can’t afford to lose this job.”

He was gone before Liz could thank him properly, slipping quietly into the corridor outside. Liz wondered what might have happened if he’d stayed. Would he and Neil have fucked her at the same time, or would her master have just continued to observe? She couldn’t believe he had the self-control to resist joining in, even though he hadn’t as much as touched his cock while he was watching her with Tom.

“Come here, my good girl.” Neil rose from the chair. When she did, he wrapped his arms round her. “That was very well done. You’ve shown me you can follow my instructions, but more importantly, I know now that you won’t shy away from doing things that might be close to your limits.”