Yes, Master (9 page)

The word comes out, and it feels so natural as it rolls off my tongue.

“Master.”

“I’m going to kiss you,” she starts but before I can say anything her soft plump lips mold to my mouth, fitting perfectly with my own.
 

Slowly she pulls my bottom lip into her mouth and she nips at it as her tongue caresses and plays.

Fuck me.

I go to put my arms around her and pull her to me, but she moves them and places them on the counter.

“Don’t move, just feel.”

She darts her tongue out and immediately I accept her kiss. She applies gentle pressure as she strokes my tongue with her own. Ravishing another lick onto my lips, I’m beginning to lose control. She wants slow and ardent and I want fast and hot.

“Stella.” We both hear Mason’s voice.

Shit, again I’m caught with Stella rubbing her body all over me.

I go to pull away from her, but Stella doesn’t stop. She cradles my head in her hands and presses a firm kiss to me. When she pulls away, she looks me straight in the eyes with a look I’ve not seen before.

She smiles a half smile and slowly turns her head over her shoulder to look at Mason.

“Pet,” she breathes out in a husky voice.

Mason falls to his knees, lowers his forehead to the floor and puts his hands palm side up beside his head.

What?

Chapter 10

“Now, where were we?” Stella says as she leans up against me again and hovers her lips over mine.

“What? No, we can’t do this. Mason get up,” I say as I push away from Stella and go stand next to him.

“He won’t do it,” Stella delivers in a very certain tone.

“Mase, stand up,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to prove her wrong.

“He’ll only listen to me. He’ll do what I say, it’s like you’re not even in the room,” Stella declares as she folds her arms in front of her breasts. “Pet, table,” she instructs Mason with that dark husky tone.

Mason goes up on his knees and straightens his back out with his arms stretched in front of him palms side down on the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I say to Mason as I squat down next to him.

He’s focused on Stella though, not on me. He’s completely ignoring me and it’s stressing the hell out of me.

What the fuck is happening?

He’s listening to everything she says, and I’m questioning it.

But I’m also getting seriously aroused by her dominance and his submission to her, just the way he’s zoned out and only listening to her voice waiting for Stella’s command.

I can feel heat coursing through my body as lust starts filling my mind.

I stand up and look between Stella and Mason, their exchange and connection is so personal and so erotic that I can’t help but keep looking.

She looks at him with pride and he gazes at her with admiration.

“Pet?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Waiting position.”

Mason goes into the same first pose, on his knees with his forehead to the floor.

“Ryan?” Stella says.

“Yes.”

She taps her nails on the kitchen bench but her look is thunderous and can tear me apart.

“The last time I warn you, Ryan. Address me properly.”

Shit. Again, I’ve fucking pissed her off.

“Sorry, Master,” I say as I bow my head not wanting to look into her abrasive eyes. I don’t want her to see the hurt, the pain and the embarrassment I hold under lock and key, deep inside.

“Take a seat, we need to talk.”

What do I do here?
 

Where do I sit? On the ground?

“Ryan, look at me and not at the ground,” Stella snaps.

I slowly look up and my eyes find hers, she’s holding her hand out indicating one of the chairs in the kitchen. I look at Mason who’s not moved a damn inch.
 

I walk over to the chair that Stella’s telling me to sit on and pull it out and sit down.

She lifts her chin and narrows her eyes to me.

“Good, you’re naturally submissive. So this’ll come very easily to you.”

I’m what? Naturally submissive? What the hell does that mean?

“I don’t understand.” And truly I’m confused by this entire situation. What am I doing?

“You follow commands with no effort at all. Now, I’m willing to teach you to please me, and in turn you’ll find that you’ll want to. The gratification you’ll experience will make you want to submit to me.”
 

“I don’t know anything about BDSM.”

“You may not know anything about it, but once you start on this journey, you’ll never feel enslaved by your past again.”

Enslaved, what a perfect description. She’s captured my entire life in just one single verb.

I look away from her hardened eyes and consider her words.

My life’s been fucked. I’ve been in a cyclonic catastrophic state since the day
he
touched me. The only things I know for sure are the love I have for Lucy, and my work ethics. Everything else, even my feelings for Mason is disarranged and imprisoned under a dark cloud of uncertainty.
 

Stella’s the first person I’ve met that makes sense of my anxiety.

I get up from my chair and walk into my bedroom, where I sit on the bed and look at Lucy. Bringing my lips down, I gently kiss her forehead and notice she’s not as hot as she was a little while ago.

She opens her eyes as she stirs in the bed and looks at me with a small smile playing on her lips.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispers as she turns over and falls back asleep.

My mind clears and I know I need to be the perfect father for her.

I can’t continue to live a life where I don’t know where I belong.

I need to start my recovery and I need to find who
I
am.

Leaving Lucy to sleep, I go into the kitchen and see Stella’s not moved and Mason is still in waiting position.

I lower to the floor next to Mason and imitate the posture that he’s in.

Breathing in through my nose and exhaling through my mouth I get an overwhelming sensation of pride.

My Master will be happy with me, and hopefully she’ll take care of me.

“Mmm, my two very sexy toys. I’m going to enjoy you both,” she says as I listen to her hypnotic yet assertive voice.

“Mason and Ryan,” Stella says with an imperative tone.

“We’re free now, Ry,” Mason says as he taps me on the shoulder.

I look up to see Stella’s staring at me.

That’s it? I don’t get it. I took such a large leap of faith to decide to conform to her, and she lets us up without even a command?
 

“Sit down,” she says to both Mason and I. We both sit in the chairs and Stella stands in front of us.

“First, safe words. Mason and I use standard ones, and you’ll be using the same. Red means we stop everything immediately and you come out of submissive head space and I’ll drop Domme persona. Yellow means I’m pushing you or you’re uncomfortable but I can proceed but with utmost caution. Green means you’re fine for me to continue with whatever I’m doing.”

“Okay,” I say as I nod my head.

“Do
not
forget them, and if at any stage you need to safe word then you must do so. I won’t be angry and I won’t punish you.” I nod again as Stella speaks.

“Secondly, I’ll think of a name for you and when I do I’ll let you know. When I say that name, you must drop to the waiting position. When you do that, with your palms up and your head down, you’re showing me that you’re ready for me to take on the role of your Domme, and for you to relinquish all your control over to me. If you’re having a day where I need to step in and help you, you can go into position or call me Master and I’ll know what you need.”

“Alright.” So Stella can call on me to be her submissive and I can call on her to be my Domme, it works both ways.

“And I’ll release you of your submission when I say your name.”

I nod my head.

“Third, when you’re in the submissive state, you listen to no one but me. Your instructions only come from your Domme. Not any other person, regardless of where we are or what we’re doing.”

“Yes, Master,” I agree.

“I’m not your Domme now, Ryan. I’m Stella. You only address me as Master when both of us are in that role or when you require it from me. Fourth, you’re not to masturbate at all. I’ll instruct you on when you can. Your pleasure belongs to me now. But coming at my command is much more difficult than it appears, so that’ll happen as we progress with our relationship.”
 

I look over to Mason who’s listening to Stella and nodding his head.

“When you can control it though, Ryan, it’s fucking awesome,” he says with one of the largest smiles I’ve seen on him.

Coming at will and at Stella’s command, the thought just makes my cock twitch with excitement.

“We won’t pursue limits at this stage, because it’s my job as your Domme to read your body. I promise you one thing, Ryan. And that is absolute and total truth. You’ll never hear a lie come from me, because without trust, we won’t work. And I want us to work. So in turn, I need to hear from you right now, that you’ll never hold the truth back from me either.”

Fuck.

What if she wants me to tell her what happened with
him
? Shit, what a damn predicament I’m in. I don’t know what to do. I’m stuck, because I don’t want to lie, but I’m not sure I can tell her the truth either.

I think Stella can sense my internal struggles because her eyes narrow and she starts tapping her fingernails on the table. That tapping sound’s annoying, yet it drags me out of the confusion I’m in.

“Your pleasure will come from your truth. Once you free your mind, then your life will follow.”

“I’m not sure I can do that.”

“Tell me the truth or be free?”

“It’s just such a difficult situation.”

“Of course it’s difficult.” She stops talking and taps her fingernails again. My eyes go to where she’s tapping, and then follow up to her face but I try to avoid her abrasive orbs. “You’re overpowered by agony and torment, and it’s slowly claiming you day by day.”

I finally concede and look into her eyes. Because every word she’s said, and every sentence that she’s breathed out has been so accurate about me.

“Freedom,” she says as I intake a huge gulp of air at that word. “I can promise you freedom, if you can promise you’ll never lie to me.”

Fuck.

I want it. I think I may even deserve my very own happily ever after. Are they real? According to movies and books they’re attainable. But this isn’t a movie, or even a fucking book.

This is my life.

And I’m going to try to get it.

“No lies, ever,” I whisper.

Chapter 11

“Good, that pleases me to know that we have trust. Now, give me a piece of paper and a pen so I can write you my address. Tuesday night at 7.00pm you’ll come to my home. Your training begins that night, so pack a bag because you’ll be staying with me.” The way she addresses me is very direct. There’s no denying her authority or her power that she yields over me,
already.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She comes to my side and places her hand on my shoulder. My body relaxes further under her touch.

“Paper please, Ryan.”

I get up and go to the drawer and take out a paper and pen and turn to give it to her. But she’s gone. I look at Mason and he points toward my bedroom. When I walk down there, she’s sitting on the bed with her hand on Lucy’s forehead. Lucy’s in a deep sleep and not stirring.

“She looks like you,” Stella starts but doesn’t look at me.

“Everyone tells me that, but she has Joanna’s eyes and nose.”

“She’s lucky to have you as her father.”

“I’m the fortunate one to have her.”

I see Stella’s mouth turn up in a smile as she bends and kisses Lucy on the forehead.

She stands up from the bed and saunters over to me.

Stella leans in and brushes my lips with hers.

“We’ll be back tomorrow to check on Lucy. For now, you need to rest. Have a shower once Mason and I leave, and you’re permitted to pleasure yourself as you wash. Today’s been overwhelming for you, and you’ve more than pleased me.”

Stella’s hands rake down over my hips toward my ass as she grabs my cheeks firmly and pulls me toward her.

“I’m looking forward to training you,” she whispers and then takes my ear lobe into her mouth and gently applies pressure.

Fuck, my eyes roll back into my head and I push myself into her.

She lets go of me and walks out of the room. The encounter seems so salacious and forbidden, but I also know that Mason’s probably used to this from her.

I’ve got a million questions, and I figure on Tuesday I’ll get my answers.

When I walk back into the kitchen, Mason and Stella are standing up ready to leave. Stella points to the paper on the bench, to indicate her address. I simply nod once acknowledging it.

“Lucy’s prescription is here, and I got her kids Tylenol, too,” Mason says as he lifts a white paper bag with the medicine.

I take it from him and Stella’s already made her way to the front door.

Mason takes her medical bag and follows.

“Thank you again, Stella. You saved me heartache and stress.”

“Those words are truer and more accurate than you realize,” Stella says as she leans in and kisses my mouth. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Mason steps in front of me and we both look at each other quite awkwardly. Um, fuck.

Mason looks over his shoulder to Stella, and she smiles at us both.

“You can kiss him, Mason.”

My cock hardens just by her command.

Mason brings his hands up to cradle my face, and leans in ever so slightly and molds his mouth to mine. With the smallest amount of pressure and with the tip of his tongue, he licks my lips and silently asks to enter my mouth.

I accept him and allow myself to really kiss him. I skilfully stroke his supple lips and shape my body to his. I groan as he laps at my mouth and brings my top lip between his teeth and sucks on it.

I feel a rumble leave Mason’s chest, and suddenly I feel an extra hand on the back of my head, tenderly keeping us in place.