Authors: Evangeline Anderson
Without the shop to run or any outside distractions, my days have
fallen into a strange kind of routine. Every morning after breakfast Aiden
brings me back into the bedroom and puts the harness on me, sliding a slightly
larger phallus deep inside my pussy. Then he gives me a lingering kiss and
strict instructions not to touch myself before leaving for work. After that, I
spend the day completely naked—swimming, lounging by the pool, talking to Lexy
on the phone, doing homework, reading, or studying
Farrow’s.
I still
haven’t managed to repeat my trick with the candles but the spark of hope I
thought had died out in my heart has been rekindled. I can’t help wishing that
maybe Aiden is right—that I really do have power and it’s just blocked.
Aiden comes home around five each day and usually finds some
reason to punish me. Sometimes it’s some small task that he’s given me to do,
which he claims isn’t completed to his satisfaction. Sometimes it’s my attitude
if I’m feeling particularly defiant. Whatever the reason, we usually wind up in
the bedroom with me over his knee or bent over the bed while he spanks me or
uses the belt or the paddle or the riding crop on my ass.
I still resist these punishments but not as much as I did in the
past. That may have to do with the fact that Aiden always pleasures me
afterward. If my skin is stinging he rubs soothing ointment or oil into it and
that usually leads to a slow, delicious pussy massage. Sometimes he lets me
come but mostly he doesn’t—either way, I’ve become alarmingly addicted to
having those long white fingers stroking my hot flesh.
After my punishment, he takes me to the dining room, handcuffs me,
and feeds me dinner. Sometimes I wear a blindfold and sometimes not. After
dessert, I usually sit under the table and suck his cock, though he still
hasn’t let me take him all the way. In fact, as far as I know, Aiden hasn’t
come again since the fateful night in his study. He’s growing stingier about my
orgasms too, preferring to keep me at a fever pitch of lust at all times,
apparently, instead of allowing me any kind of release. It drives me crazy but
what can I do?
After dinner we usually spend time together in the study although
sometimes we skip that if Aiden has decided to continue my 'education' in the
bedroom. Often he dresses me in revealing outfits and makes me parade around in
ridiculously high heels, putting on a show for his enjoyment. At first this
made me uncomfortable but slowly, the realization that he really
does
like
my body has made me like it more too. So what if I’m not a super model? Real
women have curves and if my master wants me to show mine off, why not? Besides,
he loves to touch me and tease me when I’m dressed up for him and I love the
feel of his hands and mouth on my body.
But the nights we play 'dress up' are nothing to the nights he
ties me up. Sometimes he ties me to the bed with silk scarves and spends hours
teasing me with feathers and ice cubes and different kinds of nipple clamps.
Once he tied me to the bedpost, a silk rope wrapped around my body,
crisscrossing my breasts and pulled up tight between my pussy lips. He teased
for what seemed like forever, touching, sucking, biting until I begged for release
and called him 'Master' in a broken, longing voice. Only then did he finally
let me come.
But even after all this, he still hasn’t fucked me. He says he’s
preparing me, getting me ready to take him when the time comes. Sometimes I
want him inside me so badly I ache, but as far as I know, he still has no plans
to take me in the immediate future. I’m trying to be patient but it’s really
hard.
So when Lexy begs to come over and see me, I’m reluctant. I’m
living a whole different life now and besides, I would have to talk to her
while wearing the harness. I’ve been sorely tempted to take it off at times but
I’ve always resisted the temptation because Aiden is so adamant about me never,
ever removing it. I’m sure Lexy would sense something was going on if she came
over and I was walking funny and I’m just not ready to get into the nitty
gritty details of what Aiden does to me yet. I know my cousin and best friend
has had lots and lots of sex but I doubt she’s ever had the kind of
relationship I have with my new master.
Thinking of that makes me remember what happened last night…
“I’m home, darling,” he murmurs, stepping into the study and
laying a flat black, expensive looking briefcase on the desk.
“Oh, hello.” I look up guiltily from the laptop. “I was just…just
doing some homework.” My Herbology professor has been very accommodating about
letting me do assignments online. However, I’m still not sure what I’m going to
do about my final exam, which is coming up soon. I’ll really have to be there
in person for that and Aiden will just have to understand. Although
how
I’m
going to make him understand, I’m not sure. He’s so protective it’s ridiculous.
“Homework, hmm?” he murmurs, looking over my shoulder. I try to
minimize the image but it’s too late—he’s seen it. On the screen a woman lies
bound and gagged. Her legs are spread and she’s been double penetrated—her
pussy stuffed with her master’s cock and her anus filled with what looks like a
kind of tail. It’s a thick black wand with multiple thin, leather strands attached
to the end. The image both fascinates and frightens me. I’m getting quite used
to Aiden mastering my pussy but he hasn’t yet tried anything further.
“This intrigues you?” Aiden asks, looking at the screen and then
at me, one eyebrow raised.
I can feel my skin getting hot as a blush rises to my cheeks. I
cross my legs, feeling the phallus shifting inside me and nod shortly. “Maybe.”
“Interesting,” he murmurs. “I hadn’t intended to start anal play
until after I claimed your pussy but we can begin sooner if you wish.”
“I don’t…I’m n-not sure…that’s not the only thing that…that I
find, uh, interesting,” I say, stuttering in embarrassment.
“Is it the double penetration?” Aiden asks, matter-of-factly.
“Because I do have another harness, darling—one with room for two phalluses
instead of just one.”
“It’s not a dildo I want inside me,” I burst out, my irritation
finally overcoming my embarrassment. “It’s you!” I bite my lip and look down at
my hands. “It’s
you
, Master,” I say in a whisper.
“Oh?” Aiden lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. “Are you
frustrated, darling? Wondering when I’m finally going to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I admit. “It’s been almost a month since you claimed me as
your sacrifice and I’m still technically a virgin. I think I’m ready now,
Aiden…Master. I want…want you inside me.” I blush as I say it, my cheeks
getting even hotter but I can’t hold this in anymore. He hasn’t let me come for
the past two days and I’m going a little crazy.
“You’re not ready yet,” he says softly. “I know you think you are,
Emma, but the phallus you’re wearing still isn’t nearly as large as what you’re
going to have to accommodate the first time I take you.”
I look at the growing bulge in his expensive charcoal suit pants
and know he’s right. Still, I want him.
“I’ll stretch,” I say impatiently. “The female body is
made
to open—I’m sure I’ll be able to manage having you inside me. It might be a
little tight at first but—”
“It’s not only your body that needs to be ready but your mind,”
Aiden tells me. “You’re not ready to completely surrender yourself to me yet,
darling. And until you are, I won’t take your virginity. Won’t fill your pussy
with my cock and my cum.”
Just hearing those dirty words in his deep voice sets my heart
pounding. Goddess, I want him but he’s determined not to take me yet. “What can
I do?” I say, hearing the sexual frustration in my own voice but unable to do
anything about it. “How can I prove I’m ready?”
Aiden frowns thoughtfully. “If you’re that determined to prove
yourself, you can come to dinner with me tonight.”
“Dinner?” I feel exasperated all over again. “We eat dinner
together every night.” Well, I eat—he mostly feeds me and does obscenely
delicious things to my body. But still…
“Tonight it’s going to be different,” Aiden promises me, his gray
eyes gleaming. “Tonight we’re going out. But first we have to get you ready.”
He takes me into the bathroom, rolls up his sleeves, and gives me
a bath. Not a shower but a long, slow, leisurely bubble bath. He shampoos and
conditions my hair, rinsing it carefully so as not to get any suds in my eyes.
He washes every part of my body by hand, paying careful attention to my breasts
and pussy. I moan aloud as he caresses my tender nipples with soapy hands and
then dives lower, cupping my pussy and stroking my throbbing clit beneath the
heated water. I’m so close—I feel like I’ve been on the edge for days and I
wonder if he’ll let me come tonight or just tease me some more.
After soaping me all over, Aiden shaves beneath my arms and also
my legs. I felt strange the first time he did this—it’s such a personal act and
one I’ve always performed for myself. But I’m used to it now, just as I’m used
to him feeding me and brushing my hair and tucking me into bed at night.
Sometimes I feel less like his sex slave and more like a much loved, well cared
for child. Taking care of me seems to give my master almost as much pleasure as
touching and teasing me sexually. And gradually, I’m getting used to it.
Tonight, however, Aiden raises the bar. After taking me out of the
tub and drying me thoroughly, he leads me over to the bed and has me lay down
on my back with my legs hanging over the edge.
“Hold on a minute, darling,” he says and disappears back into the
master bathroom.
He removed the harness before putting me in the tub and I feel
bare and empty and intensely vulnerable just lying there open like this. Thank
goodness, I don’t have to wait for long. When he returns, he’s carrying some
steaming hot washcloths, a can of women’s gel shaving cream, and a pink razor.
“What are you doing?” I raise up on my elbows to watch him as he
settles between my thighs and arranges the things he’s brought with him.
“Shaving you,” he murmurs and puts one of the steaming hot
washcloths over my naked pussy mound.
I gasp and writhe—the intense heat from the steamy cloth is almost
too much to bear. But it’s clear from the stern look Aiden is giving me that he
intends me to bear it anyway.
“But you already shaved my legs and under my arms,” I protest,
still writhing. “Why…why do you want to shave me
there
?” And more to the
point, why does he find it necessary? I keep the area extremely neat and well-trimmed.
What’s the point of shaving it ?
“Tell me, darling,” he says, answering my question with a question
of his own as he so often does. “Have you ever shaved or waxed your pussy
completely bare?”
“Well…” I bite my lip. “No, not really.”
“It makes you incredibly sensitive to the least sensation,” Aiden
assures me, removing the first washcloth and stroking the cool, soothing
shaving gel over my mound with his long fingers. “And I need you to be
sensitive—
very
sensitive tonight.”
“I…I don’t understand,” I say. “Where are we going anyway—some
kind of strip club?”
He laughs. “Hardly. I’ve made us a reservation at Bern's.”
“Bern's?” I look at him blankly as he lifts the razor and begins,
very delicately and with utmost precision, to shave me.
“Yes, Bern's,” he says shortly.
Bern's is one of Tampa’s oldest, finest, and most expensive
restaurants. They primarily serve aged steak so tender you could cut it with a fork—or
so I’ve been told. I’ve never actually been there but Lexy has. According to
her, they have a bottle of wine on the menu that costs as much as a nice house.
Supposedly it belonged to Napoleon.
“Why are we going there?” I ask, trying to keep my mind off how
vulnerable it makes me feel to have Aiden perform such an intimate service for
me. I can feel his long fingers holding me carefully, stroking the razor over
my skin to make sure I’m utterly and completely bare for him. My clit tingles
every time he brushes it until I wonder if he’s doing it on purpose. “Do…” I
can barely get the words out. “Do you have a craving for steak?”
“Not exactly.” Aiden looks up for a moment, his gray eyes
half-lidded. “Nearly done now, darling. To answer your question, we are going
to Bern's because the staff there is very…accommodating. I’ve reserved us a
private room.”
Accommodating?
I don’t like the sound of that. I have a sudden thought that makes
me cold all over. “You’re not…you don’t expect me to go out in public
naked
,
do you?” I’ve gotten almost used to being bare all the time in his home. After
all, I mostly have the place all to myself except for Barnes who I almost never
see. And, more importantly, I’m sure he can’t see me because of his blindness.
Aiden gives me a stern look. “And what if I did expect such a
thing, Emma? Would you refuse me?”
I swallow hard, trying to think how to phrase my answer. “There
are
limits
, Master,” I say, my voice sounding choked. “Lines you can’t
cross in public. I mean, it’s one thing for us to…to do these things here in
private at your house. But—”
“But submitting to me in public, where other people can see is out
of the question?” His eyes are cool now, dangerous. “We shall see about that,
darling.”