Rainlashed (7 page)

With a start she realized the master had started to speak to her. Belatedly, she began to listen to him.

“—inside the walls of this chamber, you are free to roam around as naked as you were born. As soon as you step outside, however,” and he fixed her with a steely glare, “you must cover your body. That is your first rule and you must obey it always.”

His words hit at her heart and she recoiled from him in horror, her hands behind her back so he could not reach out for them. “Not the coat. You promised me I would never have to wear that evil garment ever again. You promised.”

He made an exasperated noise with his tongue. “I said nothing about the coat.”

She looked at him blankly. “What am I to wear then?”

He opened a large wooden door in a corner of the room, exposing a large selection of garments hanging within. “These were my sister’s dresses. You may take your pick of them.”

Maya put out one tentative hand to touch them, and was relieved to find that few of them felt like dead things. Most of them were far more pleasant to the touch, with the cool smoothness of sea anemones, or seaweed. She would not mind having such garments on her back if it would please the master. “Your sister will not mind?”

The master gave a short laugh. “Have no fears on that score. My sister no longer wants or needs anything in this wardrobe. Take whatever you fancy.”

A horrible suspicion flashed across her mind. “Your sister is dead?” Though the clothes in themselves were not offensive, she would never wear the clothes of a dead girl. No selkie would dare such an ill-omened act that showed no respect for the dead. The girl’s spirit would be outraged at such a violation and would come back to haunt her and bring her to her doom.

“No, she is not dead. She is married to a young English pup.” He shook his head with a grimace of distaste. “Scottish clothes from Aberdeen are no longer good enough for her. She will touch nothing but the latest London fashions now.”

She shrugged with relief, her selkie fears appeased. “And the ones I do not like? What of them?”

“Throw them into the corner and I will have them burned.”

She lost no time in doing exactly as he suggested. All the heavy garments that made her shudder with revulsion when she touched them were soon discarded in a heap, leaving only the ones that felt good under her hands.

There was a goodly pile of clothes on the floor when she had finished. The master looked at them with amusement that seemed to Maya mixed with something sour. “How like Fiona you are,” he muttered. “To throw away the good Scottish wool and keep the flimsy Indian cottons and Chinese silks.”

Maya lifted her nose into the air, taking offence at his surly tone. “I care nothing for Fiona and her habits. I kept the clothes that did not feel dead.”

He shrugged off her proud words, and took a garment from the wardrobe, a gown the deep blue color of the sea on a calm, sunny day. “Here, put this one on. It should fit you well enough.”

It looked as if it should be easy enough to put on, but the appearance of simplicity was illusory. In a bare moment, she was entangled in its folds, not knowing which way to turn.

The master took hold of her arms and guided them through the sleeves of the dress. A moment later, her head popped free. With a sigh of relief she wriggled her body a fraction, allowing the folds of the skirt to fall unimpeded down to her ankles.

“Turn around.”

She did as she was instructed, and the master tied her gown tightly from behind before stepping around to admire his handiwork.

“You look very fine.”

She moved her arms gingerly, encased as they were in the odd garment. “I do?” The gown felt infinitely better than the hideous coat, at any rate. If she could wear water, this is what it would feel like. Smooth as ice and cool to the touch, and fluid about her legs.

He took her by the shoulder and guided her over to the open wardrobe door. “See for yourself.”

A gasp of surprise escaped her at the reflection in the silvery mirror, and touched her hand to her hair self-consciously. A pool of water among the rocks had been her only mirror before now, her reflection blurred by the touch of sea-breeze on the surface. Now she could see herself as clearly as others saw her.

She ran her fingers through her hair, tugging with some irritation at the knots and tangles. Her seal skin needed little attention to keep it sleek and fine, but human hair was quite the opposite. It tangled at the least provocation. How she wished she had a comb with her to work out the worst of the knots.

The master laughed at her vanity “Here. Take this brush.”

She stroked it tentatively over her hair, tugging gently at the snarls. It had not been so badly tangled since she was a pup.

“Let me help you.” He took it out of her hand again and ran the bristled end over her head, stroking it from the crown of her head down to the ends of her long hair. As if by magic, the knots in her hair began to unravel.

She leaned her head back, luxuriating in the feeling of her hair falling down her back as smoothly and cleanly as a waterfall. The master’s hands were warm on her neck and back as he combed through her hair.

She was sorry when he put the brush down again and pronounced that her hair was done. Lazily, she opened her eyes and looked in the mirror again. To her delight, her long human hair was now as sleek and smooth as her seal skin.

Now that her hair looked better, she turned her attention to the rest of herself. The feeling of the dress on her body was delicious, and she loved the color, but it hid her from herself. She wanted to see herself as others saw her. She wanted to see herself naked and unadorned.

She looked back over her shoulder at the master. “Unfasten my gown, if you please.”

Chapter Five

A fleeting glance of disappointment passed over his face. “You do not like the gown?”

“I
do
like it.”

He shrugged, unconvinced. “I thought you looked particularly fine.”

“The gown is pretty. It reminds me of the sea. But I have never seen myself so clearly. I want to see myself in the mirror. All of me,” she clarified, at the puzzlement on his face. “Without the gown on.”

His puzzled look was replaced with the beginnings of a smile. “If you wish it.” He undid the buttons on the gown with deft fingers.

She wriggled out of the arms, slipped them over her shoulders, and let the gown pool at her feet, staring at her new nakedness in the silvery mirror with unabashed curiosity. A human face stared back at her—the dark eyes and dark hair that she had seen before in the rock pools.

Reaching up to her hair she stroked it lazily with the brush, watching herself as she did so. It was so new to her, this ability to see herself so clearly. She delighted in it. She could stand in front of this mirror all day just enjoying the novelty of looking at herself.

The master was watching her too, as avidly as a hunting gannet circling above the sea. She met his eyes in the mirror and smiled a naughty invitation at him.

Sure that she had caught his attention, she brought her hands down to her shoulders, and then to her breasts, cupping them with her hands, watching her own reflection as she did so. Watching herself touch her own body in the mirror more than doubled her pleasure. Watching herself, and seeing the master watch her, was infinitely more exciting and tantalizing than touching herself in front of the gardeners had been.

In the mirror she saw his attention sharpen and head him suck in a quick hiss of breath.

She moved her hands in small circles over her breasts, caressing them, feeling the soft roundness of her nipples turn hard, seeing them in the mirror as they grew small and hard and tight.

“Look at me.” She breathed the words to herself, but of course they fell on other ears as well.

“Look at my body, the smooth skin so white. And only a small tuft of fur here.” Her hands brushed at the soft hair that hid her center of pleasure “Look at how the curves flow, look at how this body moves.” Still facing the mirror she placed her feet slightly apart and slowly bent her head to the floor. Her body retained the flexibility of her other form, and with her body folded completely in half, she gave him an upside-down grin.

He looked at her, her head placed apparently comfortably between her calves. His eyes traveled up from her grin to her pink cunt, so plainly displayed in her contortionist’s position. He marveled at the roundness of her ass, the play of the muscles as she unfolded back to a standing position.

Enchanted with the movement of her body, she continued to explore herself, watching her reflection in the marvelous mirror. She turned side-on and lifted one leg from the floor. She felt the master’s eyes staring in lust at her nakedness as, in perfect balance, she lifted her leg straight into the air and held it there treating to a view of her cunt, which was now beginning to drip with her juices.

She gazed at her balanced body in the mirror, and at the master’s reflection with his cock plainly straining for release in his trousers. With her free hand she touched her wetness, sliding two fingers into her pussy, then licking them as her eyes moved from his bulging trousers back to her own reflection.

“Would you like a taste?” Without waiting for an answer she returned her extended leg to the floor and gracefully sat down on the rug. In one fluid movement she lay on her back, placed her hands in the small of her back, and lifted her whole body vertically into the air so her toes pointed to the ornate ceiling above, with only her upper shoulders and head on the floor. She looked in the mirror beside her as she bent her back to bring her feet to the ground, and held the position, head and shoulders on the floor, legs straight over her head. “Well?” To reinforce the invitation she bent her legs and brought her knees either side of her head, completely exposing her cunt and ass to him.

With a quick fumble he unbuttoned his breeches, letting his cock spring out, hard and ready. It swayed tantalizingly above her eyes as he dropped to his knees to cover her with his body, his mouth lapping at her cunt, open in invitation. As he licked her, she gazed at his cock in admiration, already imaging the glorious feel of it deep in her pussy.

He licked her cunt lips, teasing her around her clit, but not touching it. She gasped out aloud as he teased her there, squirming under his touch, tormenting her until there was nothing left in her mind but desire for him. Then he moved lower, stroking his tongue over that sensitive spot between her ass and cunt.

The sight of his huge, hard cock swaying in front of her face transfixed her. She nuzzled at him gently, as he licked at her in his turn. Then her hands moved to his buttocks and pulled him towards her. She licked his sac, then took one of his balls into her mouth and gently sucked.

He moved his attentions back to her cunt, dipping his tongue slightly into her wet hole, then swirling around the outside, occasionally teasing her hard clit. “You taste so good.”

Maya moaned in delight as she reached up and stroked his hard cock while her tongue gently flicked at his sensitive, musky hole. “So do you. Ahh, so do you.”

Iain removed his head from her soaking wet cunt and looked down at her, so open and inviting. He loved the taste of her, and the soft mewling sounds she made as he teased her with his tongue.

Then he looked at their reflections in the mirror and he nearly came at the sight. If he didn’t fuck her soon, he would come all over her naked body before he even got to thrust inside her.

“I need you now.” He stood up and moved around to face her, his cock swaying and erect as he walked. Before him Maya was on the floor, ass in the air. He watched as the greedy little puss plunged two fingers into her cunt while the other rubbed her clit. She couldn’t keep her fingers out of her cunt, not willing even to wait until he could fuck her.

He fell to his knees in front of her. “Take your fingers out of your pussy so I can fuck you.”

She did as he ordered, with a soft pout of anticipation.

He grabbed her buttocks and pulled them apart, making her cunt gape even more. With one hand he pushed down on his cock, then in one motion buried it to the hilt in her hot pussy. He was in heaven. Truly, his life could not get any better than this moment.

Maya looked across at the mirror and watched as the master stood over her in a semi-crouch, his cock driving in and out in full strokes. The sight was too much to bear. She started to whimper and clench her pussy muscles as an orgasm unlike anything she had known before started to build up from deep inside her.

He felt her approaching climax, felt her pussy tighten around his cock and knew he could not hold off any longer. His face contorted and his come jetted hotly from his cock deep into her pussy as he pushed as far into her as he could.

In the mirror Maya saw his body strain as the orgasm overcame him. The sight of him thrusting into her and the feel of his come spurting inside her in a hot torrent of warmth made her own climax suddenly pinnacle in a cry of ecstasy, while outside the wind howled around the chimneys and the rain lashed against the windowpanes.

Spent, Maya unfolded to rest on her side, as he collapsed on the rug beside her. He was breathing heavily, and Maya moved to half cover him. He held her close as his breathing slowed and they kissed languidly as the fires of their passion burned down to a slow simmer.