Beck And Call (11 page)

Serena inhaled swiftly as the image of her like he’d

described appeared in her mind. And a tall, broad-

shouldered figure appeared in her doorway. Who?

Master? Keith? More aware of her body than ever, she

felt her pussy clench. Without even thinking, she

reached for the vibrator and hit the switch.

“Serena!”

“Please,” she begged.

“You just earned more spankings when you come to

me.” His voice was hard. “Now, separate the cord from

the vibrator and go wash it. Regular soap will work.

Take a shower. Do not put on any perfume or make-up.

I want your hair loose and down. Put on your highest

heels and your trench coat. The driver will be outside

your building at eleven. Get in the car and give the

driver your key. When the car stops, you’ll get out and

get in the waiting elevator.”

“Master, I have an extra key.”

“Excellent. Bring it.”

Absorbing the series of directions, she noticed

something.

“Master? What clothes do you want me to wear?”

“Your heels and trench coat.”

She sat up, sure she’d heard wrong.

“What about underneath?”

“Nothing. Do not question me again, Serena. I

would prefer to do more than punish you our first time

together.”

“Punish? I don’t understand.”

“Do what you’re told and I will explain in person.”

There was a finality to the words. A
question-me-

again-and-this-relationship-is-over-before-it’s-started

tone.

Serena said the only thing she could think of.

“Yes, master.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

Serena held the phone. She had to decide. Did she

stay in her safe little life, daydreaming that one day

Keith would suddenly fall passionately in love with her?

Or did she take a chance with a man who promised to

take care of her needs? Closing the cell phone, she drew

in several ragged breaths. Master had been able to

guide her to incredible orgasms just over the phone.

Regardless of how this turned out, did she want to miss

out on what he could do in person?

Hell, no
! One minute she was still, the next she was

scrambling off the bed to follow his orders. She had

thirty-five minutes.

In thirty minutes, she was leaving her apartment

and praying she wouldn’t run into anyone she knew.

Standing at the window next to the main entrance, she

waited. One minute early, a black Lexus pulled up.

Taking a deep breath, she went outside and got in the

car. As the car moved forward, the locks clicked. As a

well of panic rushed up her throat, Serena looked

toward the driver. There was a dark glass barrier.

Fastening her seatbelt, she leaned back. Closing

her eyes, she prayed she wasn’t making the worst

mistake of her life.

Fifteen minutes later, the car dipped as it entered a

basement garage. The car stopped and the locks clicked.

Swallowing down the fear, she opened the door. In the

shadows before her, she saw the elevator doors sliding

open. Shutting the car door behind her, she walked

slowly to the elevator.

Serena paused outside the doors, hesitant. Almost

immediately, she was grabbed from behind. A hand

covered her mouth as she was wrestled inside and

pressed against the wall. She felt the vibration of the

doors closing and the car began to rise.

A low husky voice rasped in her ear.

“I don’t know whether to turn you over my knee for

being so naïve or to fuck you right now.”

A sob of relief left her lips as she sagged in his arms.

“Master,” she whispered.

His hard body pinned her as a blindfold was

secured. Soft cuffs were snapped shut on her wrists then

linked together behind her. As her helplessness became

increasingly obvious, she felt her pussy flood and

clench. She was spun around and now, her back to the

wall, she felt his hands on the belt of her coat.

“Did you follow my directions?” he wondered as he

slipped the button free.

“Yes, master,” she answered.

The edges of the trench-coat were pulled apart. She

heard his sharp inhale as her body was exposed. He

moved so fast she gasped. One arm wrapped around her

waist and lifted her away from the wall. His other hand

went between her thighs. As two fingers stabbed into

her pussy, his mouth closed on a breast and sucked

hard.

“Oh!” she cried out.

Hungrily, he feasted on her nipples. His fingers

thrust in and out while the heel of his palm ground

against her clit. Her head fell back as her body was held

firmly against his. Serena wanted desperately to thread

her fingers through his hair and hold his head to her

breast. With her hands locked behind her, though, all

she could do was receive his attention.

Heat gathered in her belly and her hips twisted,

seeking more.

“Master,” she breathed. “Please, Master.”

He raised his head.

“What do you want?”

“I want to come. Please….”

“No,” he told her, setting her feet on the floor. “You

don’t come unless I give you permission.” His hands

were at her waist, holding her against the wall. “Your

body is now mine, Serena. Completely.” He stepped

closer so their bodies brushed—chest to chest, thigh to

thigh. “When I call, you will do exactly what I tell you.

If I summon you, you will come to me.” His hands

smoothed over her hair. “I will reward you when you

obey me and discipline you when you don’t.”

“Master, I’m still learning what to do,” she

protested.

The elevator jolted to a halt.

“Serena, do not argue with me or question me.” His

breath was warm against her cheek. “I’m starting to

think you’re looking forward to being punished.”

“No,” she shook her head.

He ignored that and caught her elbow. She

stumbled slightly as they left the elevator. They paused

and she heard a lock click. She was guided forward and

then brought to a halt.

Trembling, she stood still as she heard him move

around, locking the door and walking around her. He

paused behind her and unhooked the cuffs. She felt his

hands on her shoulders a heartbeat before her coat was

pulled off in a swift yank. As her flesh felt the chill, he

moved away briefly before returning to rehook her

cuffs.

He pulled her back against him and his hands

covered her breasts. Roughly, his fingers kneaded her

softness and plucked at her nipples. Serena moaned

and turned her head on his shoulder.

“You like it a little rough,” he murmured. “You want

someone to take control of you. You need someone to

give you pleasure.” He pinched her nipples until she

gasped. “And maybe a touch of pain.” One hand covered

her pussy and a finger dipped inside. He chuckled. “Oh,

yes, sweetheart. You are so ready for me.”

“Please,” she murmured. “Master, please.”

“Mmm, not so fast, sweetheart.” His hands caught

her elbows. “Your punishment must come before further

pleasure.”

He marched her before him down a long hallway.

When they paused, she heard the faint clicks as a code

was entered. The door lock slid aside and she was

guided into the room. The door closed behind them.

Hands roamed her body as he circled to her front.

“Why am I going to discipline you?”

“I…I didn’t ask permission to come yesterday,” she

whispered.

“And?”

“I keep arguing and asking questions,” she sighed.

“I’m sorry, Master. I don’t—”

“And you can’t keep quiet when I tell you

something,” came the dry rasp.

“Yes, Master,” she winced.

“And?”

She frowned, trying to think, but shook her head.

“What else?”

He backed her up to the wall.

“You didn’t ask for any safety precautions,” he

growled. “Not one, Serena. No one knows where you are

or to raise an alarm if you’re not back by a certain

time.” He ground the hard length of his cock against

her stomach. “I could keep you here as my sex slave

and no one would know. It’s a very tempting idea.”

She gasped as his mouth came down over hers. His

tongue thrust into her mouth and ravaged her. His

large, hard body seemed to surround her. Experienced

hands and talented fingers moved over her lithe frame,

moving her closer to a fever pitch. Her brain screamed

to fight, but her body couldn’t respond. It was as if she

was under an erotic spell and all she could do was…

surrender. Behind the blindfold, she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, he pulled back and jerked her to walk

beside him. Abruptly he stopped, turning her toward

him. Stunned, she tilted her head as if she could search

his eyes to determine his intent. And wondered at her

own lack of protest. What was happening to her? She

was a strong, independent woman. Why had she kept

the first book, and especially the second? Why hadn’t

she contacted security at work? Or checked with the

super of her apartment building to see who had

delivered the phone and vibrator? Why had she gotten

in the car? Why? Why? Why?

Because this man had sent her something that had

aroused a part of her she had been certain didn’t work

like it did in other women. Todd had done a number on

her confidence with his scathing criticism of her sexual

performance, and she had been certain no man would

see her as anything but a sweet, super-efficient woman.

This man’s words and actions, as well as his ability to

get her to obey him, took her to new sexual territory.

With a groan she dropped her chin to her chest.

“I was reckless,” she whispered. “I wanted more of

how you made me feel last night. I wanted it so much I

didn’t think about anything else. I know I should have

done things differently to protect myself. I trusted you.

Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I did. If you want to keep

me here, I still trust you to take care of me. I trust you

not to kill me or hurt me permanently.”

Calmly, she waited for his response.

Keith stared at her. This was unexpected. She was

offering herself to him completely. Trusting when she

should be fighting with everything she had. Instead,

she stood meekly in front of him.

Oh, God, the thought of keeping her entirely to

himself. To hide her away. To protect her from the rest

of the world. Erotic images flooded his mind. Serena—

bound and waiting here—waiting for him to return and

take her. Serena—meeting him at the door as

instructed. Serena—on her knees as she took his cock in

her mouth. Serena—his, to do what he wanted.

Serena was his. She was giving herself completely

to him. Those images were his to make real.

Gently, almost afraid to touch her, he framed her

face with his hands. He could just imagine the rest of

his life. And immediately realized a number of

problems. He would want to go out with her. He would

want to show her off in the latest fashions. He wanted to

see what gems looked best on her. He would want to

make sure every man knew what a prize he had.

“You offer me an incredible gift,” he said softly.

“And I can’t tell you how very tempting it is to keep you

here.” The pad of his thumb brushed down over her

bottom lip. “Keep you all to myself,” he whispered in her

ear. “Keep you at the height of pleasure all day until

your body couldn’t handle any more. When I had to

leave, I would gag and tie you to my bed, perhaps with

a toy inside you. And yes, we would fuck like animals

until we couldn’t think straight.” A shiver swept

through her and he saw that her lips were parted

slightly and her nipples were hard pebbles. He kissed

her lightly on the forehead and then caught her lower

lip with his teeth. Her soft whimper had him fighting

back the instinct to take her where they were. Unable to

resist, he put a hand at her pussy and felt the moist

heat of her. He put a finger inside her and stroked until

she moaned. “But if I cut you away from the rest of the

world, that would slowly kill you on the inside. I want

the whole Serena, not an empty shell, which is what you

would become if I kept you locked up.” He nibbled on

her ear. She melted against him, her body dependent

on his to stay upright. “However,” an edge came into his