The Master
Page 24
“We’re in the kitchen,” Daniel called out, and Sasha’s laughter stopped.
Seconds later, Julie entered the kitchen followed by a now subdued Sasha. Julie made her way to Daniel, who pulled her close and gave her a welcome home kiss. All the while, Sasha stood in the kitchen doorframe, hands behind her back, and her eyes anywhere except on the kissing couple.
“Sasha,” Cole said.
She moved her gaze to him. “Sir.”
Her voice was breathy and her cheeks slightly flushed. He wondered if she was wearing panties.
“Did you and Julie have a nice afternoon?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He locked gazes with her, wanting to ensure she understood his next comment. “How fortunate then you had nothing to take priority over your outing.”
She didn’t look convinced, her lips pressed together and she stood straighter. “I suppose.”
She shifted her weight, which told him she was doing one of two things. Either she was wearing panties and being around him made her feel uncomfortable due to her disobedience or she wasn’t wearing panties and she felt the weight of his Dominance just being in his presence.
“Daniel, you and Julie will have to excuse us for a moment. I need a private moment with Sasha.”
Julie wrinkled her eyebrows, but Daniel only nodded. “The house is yours.”
“Thanks.” He turned his attention back to Sasha. “Come with me, little one.”
There was a large guest room down the hall from the kitchen. He led her there and into the roomy bathroom attached. Once there, he opened the door and bid her enter first. He closed the door behind them.
“Kneel,” he commanded and she went to her knees. “Have you been a good submissive, Sasha?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Thank you, I believe you, but since I told you I’d check, I’m going to check. I want you to stand up and take the shorts off.” He let that sink in for a minute. If she had followed his directions, this would be the first time he saw her naked. “If I like what I see, you’ll be rewarded.”
Ever so slowly, she stood to her feet and unbuttoned her shorts. He held his breath as she inched them down, revealing only bare skin. She was shaved, but the shorts had been on the snug side and left red marks on her skin.
“Good girl.” He moved to stand behind her. In that position, he could see them both in the mirror. “Tell me what it was like, being panty-free.”
“It made me aroused, Sir. And every time I thought about how turned on I was, you always came to my mind.”
“Exactly what I wanted. Are you aroused now? Standing in Daniel’s loo, half naked, with your pussy exposed to me?”
She sucked in a breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“For being such a good girl, I’d normally bring you to orgasm. But I don’t think you’re ready for me to touch you like that, so you’ll have to be my hands.”
“Sir?”
“You’re going to pleasure yourself for me.”
She moaned and he met her eyes in the mirror, gave her a smile.
“Spread your legs more,” he ordered. When she’d widened her stance, he added, “Start at your waist, brush your skin lightly, tease it, think about where your fingers are going.”
She closed her eyes and her fingers drifted to her waist. Her lower lip was sucked into her mouth in concentration.
“Let your fingers brush lower, but don’t touch your clit.” The color in her cheeks deepened at his words. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
It seemed she found it easier to talk with her eyes closed. “I’m thinking of your fingers, Sir. About how they’d feel.”
“How would they feel? Tell me whilst you play with your cunt.”
She licked her lips. “Good, they’d feel good, Sir. You’d start by seeing how wet I was.”
“How wet are you?”
“So fucking wet, Sir.”
Her coarse voice turned him on, but he forced himself to ignore his cock. “Your little pussy’s so wet and it’s aching for me to push my finger along your slit and take care of that ache, isn’t it? Desperate for me to fill it. Two fingers, you think, or three?”
“Sir?” she croaked.
“How many fingers do I fuck you with, Sasha? Two or three?”
Her body shook with need. “Oh, God, three, Sir.”
He leaned as close as he could without touching her. “Then do it.” Her fingers worked themselves between her legs. “Harder. I’d fuck you so damn hard.”
He clenched his teeth as she pumped her fingers deep inside. It took almost all of his self-control not to push her hands aside and stroke her to release. He could almost feel her wet heat around his fingers. Her breath grew choppy and her body started to sway.
“I’m going to hold your shoulders to give you support,” he whispered. “You keep fucking yourself. If I don’t think you’re doing a good job, I’m going to make you stop and you won’t come for two weeks.”
Once his hands were on her shoulders, she leaned into him. The small movement pleased him. Possibly without her even realizing it, her body trusted him to hold her steady while she drove herself to climax.
“How do my fingers feel now?” he asked.
She shook her head and lifted her hips toward her fingers. “Deep . . . so close. . . . I need . . . please . . .”
He thought she grew more and more beautiful as her orgasm approached. “Rub your clit for me, little one. Show me how you like it.”
Under his gaze, her fingers worked themselves in and out of her body while her thumb teased her clit. She started to whimper.
“That’s it. Good girl. Now let me see you come.”
A few more passes of her thumb, and her body stilled as her release swept over her. He kept his hands on her shoulders, keeping her steady and upright, all the while whispering how beautiful her pleasure was, until she stopped shaking.
She slumped against him, breathing heavily. “Thank you, Sir.”
Once she had recovered and made herself presentable, Cole took her back into the kitchen and settled her into a chair. Though her checklist indicated playing in public was a turn-on, he had wanted to do her first panty check in private.
Her cheeks still had a hint of darker than normal color to them, and her eyes were filled with contentment. A soft smile tickled the corner of her mouth and every so often, she’d catch his gaze only to quickly glance away.
Seconds later, Julie entered the kitchen followed by a now subdued Sasha. Julie made her way to Daniel, who pulled her close and gave her a welcome home kiss. All the while, Sasha stood in the kitchen doorframe, hands behind her back, and her eyes anywhere except on the kissing couple.
“Sasha,” Cole said.
She moved her gaze to him. “Sir.”
Her voice was breathy and her cheeks slightly flushed. He wondered if she was wearing panties.
“Did you and Julie have a nice afternoon?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He locked gazes with her, wanting to ensure she understood his next comment. “How fortunate then you had nothing to take priority over your outing.”
She didn’t look convinced, her lips pressed together and she stood straighter. “I suppose.”
She shifted her weight, which told him she was doing one of two things. Either she was wearing panties and being around him made her feel uncomfortable due to her disobedience or she wasn’t wearing panties and she felt the weight of his Dominance just being in his presence.
“Daniel, you and Julie will have to excuse us for a moment. I need a private moment with Sasha.”
Julie wrinkled her eyebrows, but Daniel only nodded. “The house is yours.”
“Thanks.” He turned his attention back to Sasha. “Come with me, little one.”
There was a large guest room down the hall from the kitchen. He led her there and into the roomy bathroom attached. Once there, he opened the door and bid her enter first. He closed the door behind them.
“Kneel,” he commanded and she went to her knees. “Have you been a good submissive, Sasha?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Thank you, I believe you, but since I told you I’d check, I’m going to check. I want you to stand up and take the shorts off.” He let that sink in for a minute. If she had followed his directions, this would be the first time he saw her naked. “If I like what I see, you’ll be rewarded.”
Ever so slowly, she stood to her feet and unbuttoned her shorts. He held his breath as she inched them down, revealing only bare skin. She was shaved, but the shorts had been on the snug side and left red marks on her skin.
“Good girl.” He moved to stand behind her. In that position, he could see them both in the mirror. “Tell me what it was like, being panty-free.”
“It made me aroused, Sir. And every time I thought about how turned on I was, you always came to my mind.”
“Exactly what I wanted. Are you aroused now? Standing in Daniel’s loo, half naked, with your pussy exposed to me?”
She sucked in a breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“For being such a good girl, I’d normally bring you to orgasm. But I don’t think you’re ready for me to touch you like that, so you’ll have to be my hands.”
“Sir?”
“You’re going to pleasure yourself for me.”
She moaned and he met her eyes in the mirror, gave her a smile.
“Spread your legs more,” he ordered. When she’d widened her stance, he added, “Start at your waist, brush your skin lightly, tease it, think about where your fingers are going.”
She closed her eyes and her fingers drifted to her waist. Her lower lip was sucked into her mouth in concentration.
“Let your fingers brush lower, but don’t touch your clit.” The color in her cheeks deepened at his words. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
It seemed she found it easier to talk with her eyes closed. “I’m thinking of your fingers, Sir. About how they’d feel.”
“How would they feel? Tell me whilst you play with your cunt.”
She licked her lips. “Good, they’d feel good, Sir. You’d start by seeing how wet I was.”
“How wet are you?”
“So fucking wet, Sir.”
Her coarse voice turned him on, but he forced himself to ignore his cock. “Your little pussy’s so wet and it’s aching for me to push my finger along your slit and take care of that ache, isn’t it? Desperate for me to fill it. Two fingers, you think, or three?”
“Sir?” she croaked.
“How many fingers do I fuck you with, Sasha? Two or three?”
Her body shook with need. “Oh, God, three, Sir.”
He leaned as close as he could without touching her. “Then do it.” Her fingers worked themselves between her legs. “Harder. I’d fuck you so damn hard.”
He clenched his teeth as she pumped her fingers deep inside. It took almost all of his self-control not to push her hands aside and stroke her to release. He could almost feel her wet heat around his fingers. Her breath grew choppy and her body started to sway.
“I’m going to hold your shoulders to give you support,” he whispered. “You keep fucking yourself. If I don’t think you’re doing a good job, I’m going to make you stop and you won’t come for two weeks.”
Once his hands were on her shoulders, she leaned into him. The small movement pleased him. Possibly without her even realizing it, her body trusted him to hold her steady while she drove herself to climax.
“How do my fingers feel now?” he asked.
She shook her head and lifted her hips toward her fingers. “Deep . . . so close. . . . I need . . . please . . .”
He thought she grew more and more beautiful as her orgasm approached. “Rub your clit for me, little one. Show me how you like it.”
Under his gaze, her fingers worked themselves in and out of her body while her thumb teased her clit. She started to whimper.
“That’s it. Good girl. Now let me see you come.”
A few more passes of her thumb, and her body stilled as her release swept over her. He kept his hands on her shoulders, keeping her steady and upright, all the while whispering how beautiful her pleasure was, until she stopped shaking.
She slumped against him, breathing heavily. “Thank you, Sir.”
Once she had recovered and made herself presentable, Cole took her back into the kitchen and settled her into a chair. Though her checklist indicated playing in public was a turn-on, he had wanted to do her first panty check in private.
Her cheeks still had a hint of darker than normal color to them, and her eyes were filled with contentment. A soft smile tickled the corner of her mouth and every so often, she’d catch his gaze only to quickly glance away.
