Beck and Call (13 page)
Authors: Abby Gordon
Mulling over the reason for her absence the night before, he realized he knew the man named Paul she had mentioned. Paul and David were members of the club. Preferring threesomes, rumor had it that they were looking for a permanent female 95
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in their lives. Apparently they had fixed their sights on Claire and shocked her with their proposal. Or had there been one? From what Serena had said, it sounded as if she had caught them fucking. He frowned. He’d never heard of the pair being homosexual. They’d always focused their attention on a woman, never a man. Perhaps Claire had misunderstood.
That would be something to discuss later. He didn’t want Serena thinking about anything until he sent her home. All he wanted her focusing on was sexual pleasure.
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Serena brushed at the fly tickling her nose. A second later, it was back and she swatted harder.
And felt the cuff shift on her wrist. Reality hit her and she froze, unable to believe she’d really let someone do all those things to her. She’d loved every second, every single thing he’d done. She’d known that sexual pleasure was his goal. Her instincts had said that he would take care of her. Even now, his arms held her close against a broad muscular chest.
A heavy, hairy thigh was over her legs, pinning her.
Her head was on a thick bicep. She felt completely safe, as if nothing in the world could hurt her.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” her Master chuckled..
“Master?” she whispered hesitantly. “The blindfold came off.”
“That’s all right,” he told her. “I have on a mask.”
“You’re not worried I’ll recognize you? Or see something that will tell me who you are?”
“There’s always that possibility,” he admitted, one hand stroking her body. When she sighed, shifting against him, he smiled. “But I don’t think that will happen.”
“Do you think I’m stupid?” she frowned, twisting to see his face. And grimaced. A black hood covered his head, except for his mouth. She couldn’t even tell what color his eyes were. She felt his cock press between her ass cheeks and nearly lost her train of thought. “I’m not.”
“I know that,” he smiled, pushing up over her. “I want you again, Serena.”
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His mouth covered hers as he rolled her to her back. Even with her hands free, she didn’t reach for the hood. That puzzled her at first. In seconds, she could know who he was. There would be no more masquerade or secrets. She would know who had commanded her body to do things she had never imagined.
As his hands played with her breasts, she fisted hers in the sheet. Despite the temptation, she resisted. The mystery was part of the fantasy. It was also a huge demonstration of trust—that she wouldn’t try to unmask him.
Relaxing her hands, she slowly moved them to his waist.
“Master,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Yes, sweet?”
“May I touch you? Will you teach me what you like?”
“Not yet,” he told her. “I’m still learning your body.”
That puzzled her.
“After what you did before?”
He chuckled, dropped a quick, hard kiss on her mouth and nodded.
“Sweetheart, that was barely a beginning.” Taking her hands, he secured them to the center tether. Twisting her head slightly, she could see that they were on a mammoth bed with iron rails at the head and foot. All the better to tie down women? She wondered how many others there had been.
He was watching her face and saw the sadness.
“What are you thinking?”
Embarrassed, she shook her head.
“Nothing important,” she replied.
“Hardly that,” he countered. “Serena, the truth.” She had no idea what his reaction would be.
“I just wondered how many women you’ve brought here,” she replied in a small voice.
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“Why would you think there had been many?”
“The toys you have. The other room with the special lock on it. You must do this a lot,” she said, hurt jealousy spurring her words. “Send a lonely, single woman erotic books, a single perfect rose in a gorgeous vase, and bewitch her into climbing into a car to be brought to you. Did they tumble as quickly as I did? Or did I set some sort of speed record?”
“Yes, there have been other women in the playroom,” he replied, amazed at how the tears that sprang to her eyes affected him. “But,” he stressed,
“I’ve never done anything like this before, and, before that wild imagination of yours runs riot, I don’t plan on doing it again. Do you have any idea of the risk I took just to get the books in your desk? To arrange a driver for today?” He shook his head.
“Think, Serena. I know you’re smart, use your brain and stop insulting both of us.”
Her chin wobbled slightly as she listened. He was right. The risks he’d taken were considerable and at every chance she had questioned his motives.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. Her mouth twisted.
“I let that last argument with Todd get to me again.
I know better than to judge other men because one treated me the way he did, but it’s not easy,” she whispered, remembering that it wasn’t just Todd.
“What happened?”
“An argument about vacation and it…” she frowned and shook her head. “More of an accumulation of all the little things about each other that had been bothering us. And then we got really personal with our insults. I told him that I’d only orgasmed twice with him, and he told me he had to fantasize about his latest SI swimsuit issue to get hard for me. He said I didn’t have a sexy bone in my body.”
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blind. On the other hand,” his lips curved below the edge of the hood, “his stupidity did work to my benefit, so I guess I can’t complain too much.”
“Except when I ask stupid questions?” Serena sighed.
“Not stupid, just insecure,” he corrected. “I need to remember you’ve been hurt by men, but also that this is all new to you.”
“I’ll try not to ask too many questions.”
“Serena, I want your surrender, your trust, and your submission, not abject capitulation without any thought on your part. Some questions are understandable, but you have this insatiable curiosity that I would like to channel into other areas,” he told her, his voice dropping considerably.
“I guess I just earned another punishment, didn’t I?”
Serena didn’t know where the question came from, or why her pussy suddenly grew hot and wet at the prospect.
Keith stared at the mischievous gleam in her eyes. Minx! Trying to push him into something. She was right, she had earned another punishment. Just not what she expected.
Moving off her, he caught Serena’s waist with both hands and flipped her onto her stomach.
Grabbing a small packet off the nightstand, he impatiently ripped it open and rolled the condom over his cock. Lifting her hips, he thrust into her pussy. Her back arched as she clutched at the pillows.
“Master!”
“What’s your word right now?”
Serena groaned. .
“Why do you keep doing this to me? Like any woman could think in this position!”
“Answer the question,” he chuckled.
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Master!”
“Seems Miss Calm, Cool, and Collected has an insatiable need for sex,” he observed, stroking in and out of her. “Suits me just fine because I’ve found a need to dominate you in every way possible.” Maneuvering a pillow under her shoulders, she panted as he took her. No soft words. No caresses.
No worrying about what she needed, yet. First, he was going to fuck her and then …
He pulled out of her and replaced his cock with two fingers. Puzzled, she twisted her head to look at him. Eyes wide, she watched as he pulled his dripping fingers from her pussy and put the tips just inside her anus.
“Take a deep breath and relax,” he told her.
“I’ve never—”
“I know,” he nodded. “But I will fuck this tight hole, Serena. I want it to be pleasurable for you, so it’s worth it to me to take the time to prepare you.
Deep breath, and relax these muscles.”
“I’m trying,” she managed, looking at him with conflicting emotions. “It feels sort of like pooping in reverse.”
Keith didn’t know whether to laugh or to get angry. Before he could do either, he remembered the insecurity in her voice when she’d talked about Todd. He’d done quite a number on her self-confidence.
“Let’s see if this helps you relax and think a little differently,” he murmured. With his other hand, he reached under her and teased her clit. Her eyes widened as she inhaled sharply. As he’d expected, the tight sphincter muscles relaxed and he worked his fingers further inside. “Oh, God,” he groaned. “Taking you here is going to feel so damn good!”
“Master,” she groaned.
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them all the way in. Pulling them out, he made shallow strokes.
“Master,” she whimpered. “What are you doing to me?”
“Getting you ready to take my cock here,” he replied. “As much as I want to fuck you here now, I will wait until I’m sure you’re fully ready.” He began thrusting his fingers harder and deeper into her.
From the expression on her face, he could tell that his blunt words both shocked and aroused her.
Her eyes practically rolled back in her head. When he’d taken her before—when she’d been bound and gagged—that had blown his mind. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to fuck these unyielding muscles. Waiting would be sweet agony, but to have her prepared was worth it.
He lifted her hips and positioned his cock to reclaim her pussy. With a small moan, she lowered her head to the pillow, submitting to his cock.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “I’ll push you beyond what you think you can handle, Serena, but I won’t hurt you.”
“I know, Master,” she whispered, accepting another thrust. “I know.”
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Reaching for it, she sighed again. He’d typed it.
Serena,
Take a shower in the adjoining bathroom. The
other door leads into the playroom. The code that
opens the playroom door will remain a secret for now.
Yes, essentially, you are my prisoner until Sunday
night. The very thought makes my cock harden
enough to fuck you right now. But you need your
sleep. So I will let you sleep.
Take your shower, drying your hair if you
choose. There are no clothes for you. I want to see
every inch of you. When you are ready, come into the
playroom where I will be waiting for you. Stay silent
as you enter. Come sit on the stool next to my chair.
I will then give you your next lesson in being my
submissive.
Master
Serena hugged the note to her chest. It might not go down in history as one of the top letters of love or lust, but it told her so many things about him. That he wanted her, but was more concerned about her. That he wanted to see her nude. A dark, delicious thrill shot up and down her spine—he considered her his prisoner, even if just until Sunday night. His prisoner.
“Serena Marie, you better hope your mother never finds out about this,” she told herself, climbing out of bed. “She’d probably have a heart attack or refuse to acknowledge you as her daughter.” Going to the open door where she could see a tile floor, she could just picture her mother’s face. She didn’t know whether to laugh or wince. She loved her mother dearly, but they had grown up in very different generations and lived in very different, if co-existing, worlds.
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never go home. At work, she would be forced to resign. What little social life she had, mostly volunteering at the hospice, would also be over.
Serena accepted all of it. For him. Because of him.
Her body wasn’t hers anymore. As he’d said in the elevator, she was his. Completely. Whatever he wanted to do with her, she would allow. She would trust him to protect her outside the sexual domination he had over her. She had to.
“Oh, my Lord,” she breathed, catching sight of her reflection.
Her usually creamy skin was rosy from rough caresses. Her lips were puffy from his kisses and her pale green eyes glowed with sexual satisfaction.
