2
She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, balancing on her toes in those boots. Master G loved her in the ballet-style pointed boots. She didn’t care. They looked hot on her feet and the feel of the leather surrounding her legs past her knees added to her pleasure. She closed her eyes and listened for the next person to enter the room. Her new master.
The door creaked, causing her to open her eyes. The moment she caught sight of the man, her anger toward Master G evaporated. Long legs encased in tight-fitting leather. Muscle-corded arms with just a hint of hair sprinkling on the surface. He wore the standard leather-and-studs harness, which accentuated his broad chest. His boots padded on the thick carpeted floor as he stalked towards her. A shiver ran up her spine. She liked men who looked like they could take charge. She’d asked for a man just like him when she signed up for sessions at The Q—someone to make her forget the stress at work and to take the control from her hands.
He fit her bill. Like to a T.
Nadia forced her gaze to the floor. He deserved respect, no matter who the hell he was.
“So you’re mine?” He curled his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “My name is Master S. I’m told your name is Pet. Correct?” He removed the gag. “I do want you to answer me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. She noticed the dusting of scruff on his cheeks. What would that feel like on her inner thighs? Heaven, most likely. Master S pulled at the bow between her breasts. Slowly and with the right amount of drag to remind her she’d been bound, the ribbon came away from her chest.
“Such a pretty present. You will address me as Sir.” He rubbed his thumb across her chin. “I’ve been given a list of your nos, per the club agreement, and I’ve been watching you with Master G. So willing and responsive to him, but he isn’t what you need. I’ll push you while making sure you’re pleasured the way you crave. Tell me your safe word.”
“Pickles.”
“Good, Pet.” He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged. Electric sizzles surged from her scalp to her pussy. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “All mine.”
“Thank you, Sir. Punish me, Sir. Please?” She barely recognized the need in her voice.
He let go of her hair, then slipped the cuffs off the hook above her head. “The rest of the world ceases to exist once we start. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He strode away from her long enough to open the drawer on the bondage table. “So many choices and only a short period of time.” He withdrew a length of rope, something in plastic she couldn’t see, a leash and another collar. Something else crinkled, but she couldn’t make out what he’d picked up.
“You need a proper collar.” He crossed the short distance back to where she stood and left the other items on the metal table at her side. Master S unlocked the collar and held it around her throat. “As long as you wear this, you’re mine. Do you accept this collar?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Even Master G never used a collar on her, and she’d been his primary play toy. The collar, leather and thick studs, rested heavy around her throat. When she swallowed, the weight of the collar reminded her she belonged to someone.
“Turn around,” he said and snicked the lock in place. When she did as told, he unlocked the cuffs around her wrists long enough to pull her arms behind her back. “That’s better. On your knees. I want to see what you can do.”
3
Nadia settled at his feet. The cushioning on the floor padded her where she’d landed on her knees. She reached forward, grabbing his zipper with her teeth. Although she shouldn’t, she glanced up at her new master. His hands on his hips, Master S tilted his head to the side.
“Do you want my cock?” He arched his hips, giving her more access. “Work for it.”
She gripped the metal tab in her teeth and
She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, balancing on her toes in those boots. Master G loved her in the ballet-style pointed boots. She didn’t care. They looked hot on her feet and the feel of the leather surrounding her legs past her knees added to her pleasure. She closed her eyes and listened for the next person to enter the room. Her new master.
The door creaked, causing her to open her eyes. The moment she caught sight of the man, her anger toward Master G evaporated. Long legs encased in tight-fitting leather. Muscle-corded arms with just a hint of hair sprinkling on the surface. He wore the standard leather-and-studs harness, which accentuated his broad chest. His boots padded on the thick carpeted floor as he stalked towards her. A shiver ran up her spine. She liked men who looked like they could take charge. She’d asked for a man just like him when she signed up for sessions at The Q—someone to make her forget the stress at work and to take the control from her hands.
He fit her bill. Like to a T.
Nadia forced her gaze to the floor. He deserved respect, no matter who the hell he was.
“So you’re mine?” He curled his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “My name is Master S. I’m told your name is Pet. Correct?” He removed the gag. “I do want you to answer me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. She noticed the dusting of scruff on his cheeks. What would that feel like on her inner thighs? Heaven, most likely. Master S pulled at the bow between her breasts. Slowly and with the right amount of drag to remind her she’d been bound, the ribbon came away from her chest.
“Such a pretty present. You will address me as Sir.” He rubbed his thumb across her chin. “I’ve been given a list of your nos, per the club agreement, and I’ve been watching you with Master G. So willing and responsive to him, but he isn’t what you need. I’ll push you while making sure you’re pleasured the way you crave. Tell me your safe word.”
“Pickles.”
“Good, Pet.” He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged. Electric sizzles surged from her scalp to her pussy. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “All mine.”
“Thank you, Sir. Punish me, Sir. Please?” She barely recognized the need in her voice.
He let go of her hair, then slipped the cuffs off the hook above her head. “The rest of the world ceases to exist once we start. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He strode away from her long enough to open the drawer on the bondage table. “So many choices and only a short period of time.” He withdrew a length of rope, something in plastic she couldn’t see, a leash and another collar. Something else crinkled, but she couldn’t make out what he’d picked up.
“You need a proper collar.” He crossed the short distance back to where she stood and left the other items on the metal table at her side. Master S unlocked the collar and held it around her throat. “As long as you wear this, you’re mine. Do you accept this collar?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Even Master G never used a collar on her, and she’d been his primary play toy. The collar, leather and thick studs, rested heavy around her throat. When she swallowed, the weight of the collar reminded her she belonged to someone.
“Turn around,” he said and snicked the lock in place. When she did as told, he unlocked the cuffs around her wrists long enough to pull her arms behind her back. “That’s better. On your knees. I want to see what you can do.”
3
Nadia settled at his feet. The cushioning on the floor padded her where she’d landed on her knees. She reached forward, grabbing his zipper with her teeth. Although she shouldn’t, she glanced up at her new master. His hands on his hips, Master S tilted his head to the side.
“Do you want my cock?” He arched his hips, giving her more access. “Work for it.”
She gripped the metal tab in her teeth and
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