For my Master('s) (4 page)

One

"Tonight?" I ask, nervously turning my glass on the table.

He subtly shrugs. "If that is what you wish for."

I quickly take a sip of my drink. God it was good. Liquid sweets, chocolate with a strong supplement of mint and no taste of alcohol at all. He does not take his eyes of me the entire time. Waiting, observing.

"So," I say eventually. "What would that look like?"

"Well," he replies. "There's a hotel beneath us with plenty of rooms for us to play in."

"I don't want you to go through any trouble, and I don't have-"

"Please," he interrupts me. "It would be no trouble at all. I have a room prepared for us."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, I see."

He leans back and takes another sip of his own drink, calmly awaiting my decision. His green eyes don't leave me even for a second, leaving little room to hide. Yet, he doesn't seem impatient. He rather conveys the impression that he could sit there forever, in no hurry to go anywhere.

"Okay," I finally dare to say. "Let's go then."

He smirks and raises his half empty cocktail glass. "Would you allow me to finish my drink first, Ma'am?"

I blush. "Um, sure, of course."

My embarrassment makes him laugh. He raises his glass to me and I follow the gesture, taking an especially big sip in hopes to finish as much of it as possible. He does the same, but continues to watch me, visibly amused.

"Okay, baby girl," he says, putting his glass down. "Let's get out of her before you lose your mind in that glass."

He gets up, once again offering me his hand. And once again, I refuse it and get up on my own. He comments my behavior with a raised eyebrow, making sure I would notice.

We head straight for the elevator. I have a lot of questions in mind, but don't dare to ask any. Except for one, a mundane issue.

"What about the drinks? Have we paid?"

He pushes the button for the elevator to arrive and looks at me with an almost annoyed expression. "I think there are lots of other things you should be worrying about right now."

Alright then. The door opens and he lets me enter before him. It is a well known secret that elevators have an effect on people in these situations. Being entrapped in a small, windowless space with a person one is attracted to can lead to interesting events, to say the least.

His proximity is intimidating and he smells just as good as he had earlier in the office. I am standing close, casting him expectant side looks as he pushes the button for the 21st floor and the door closes in front of us. The elevator is put into motion, we are alone, hidden from all eyes for a few seconds - and he does nothing. He doesn't even look at me. He just stands there, with a straight face, looking and smelling irresistible, but not even acknowledging my existence.

"So," I whisper. "You have prepared a room."

He nods, still not looking at me. "Yes, I have."

"So you expected me to come around?"

"I didn't expect it," he says. "But I wanted to be prepared."

The elevator stops and the doors give way to the 21st floor.

"Besides," he says while leading me out. "You haven't come around yet, have you? This is just a test run after all."

"Right," I agree.

We are entering a carpeted hallway that is obviously part of the hotel already. He leads the way to the left and I follow shortly behind him, anxiously casting looks from one side to the other.

He eventually stops in front of a door at the end of the hallway and turns towards me.

"A few things before we enter," he says, looking at me with a stern expression. Incredibly sexy. I look up at him in anticipation.

"I'll go easy on you, because it's your first time. But I have a few rules," he begins.

I smile. "Alright, let's hear them."

"First," he says. "You will call me Sir once we're inside. You'll ask for permission for everything you do, addressing me as Sir. Other than that, I don't want to hear much else except for 'Yes, Sir' and 'Thank you, Sir'. There will be no objections, no 'No' and no doing something on your own without asking me for permission. Understand?"

I nod. "Yes."

He frowns. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir!" I hurry to correct. Damn - off to a good start.

"I'll be in charge," he continues. "I don't want you to make any decisions, not even to touch me without asking first. You are not going to make a single movement without my permission."

He pauses, awaiting my reply. I nod. "Yes, Sir."

"I don't think you will need it today, but I want you to know that you can use a safe word, if things are going too far," he says. "And that safe word is
red
. Not 'Stop', not 'No', not 'Don't' - those will only edge me on. Okay?"

Again I nod, now with a stern expression on my face as well. "I understand, Sir."

"What's the safe word?"

"Red, Sir."

"Good girl," he whispers and gives me a kiss on the left cheek.

He turns around and produces a chip card from his pocket to open the door. He pushes it open and beckons me to enter before him.

The room is beautiful and a lot bigger than any hotel room I have ever been to. In fact, it is probably twice the size than anything I know. The style is very modern, sticking to monochrome colors in mostly white and black with a few hints of light grey. There is not much furniture except for a desk and a chair, a bed and a little seating area beneath the ceiling high window. Clean, white sheets and a ridiculous amount of cushions cover the giant bed that dominates the room.

"Stay here," he says. I remain close to the door while he walks up to the window to close the curtains. I notice a black carryall on the floor next to the desk and wonder if it belongs to him. It probably does. So he really has made preparations of some sort. My heart jumps with anticipation.

"Do you want to use the bathroom and freshen up?" He asks.

I look up at him, pondering for a second. "Actually, yes, Sir. If you allow..."

He laughs. "Don't be so shy, baby girl. Did you expect me to turn into a complete monster once we enter the room?"

I smile at him and shake my head. "Of course not, Sir. Excuse me for a moment."

I turn to a door to my left behind which I assume the bathroom. Rightly so as it turns out. It is equally beautiful - and gigantic. It must be at least the same size of my bed room at home, if not bigger. I close the door behind me and dare to openly gawk for the first time. Damn, this was exquisite! The room is completely built in what I assume to be white marble, with a huge corner bathtub that can be turned into a whirlpool, a beautiful vanity area equipped with all kinds of beauty products and a sink with a golden faucet.

"Woah," I breathe, hoping that he cannot hear me.

I make use of several of the products that are laid out and freshen up until I feel confident enough to present myself to him - trying not to spend too much time in there, even though I feel as if I could spend hours in there. The tiles below my feet are so comfortably warm and the towels are unbelievably soft. And I kind of want to use that bathtub.

I take a deep breath before I open the door and step back into the room.

He is sitting in the seating area and has been typing something on his phone. When he hears me come back into the room, he instantly puts it away and gets up.

"Come here."

I approach him and notice that carryall bag is gone. My heart rate speeds up with every step I take. His calm demeanor only makes me shiver all the more.

He grabs me by the shoulders as soon as I am standing in front of him.

"I will freshen up myself," he whispers, fixating me with his green eyes. "And when I come back, I want you to be completely naked and to sit on the foot of the bed, with your hands on your knees and your head down. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." I breathe.

"And no looking up until I tell you to." He adds.

I nod. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

I can literally feel my heart jump in joy every time he calls me that. It is so sweet, so rewarding - and oddly exciting.

He lets go of me and walks away without any further ado. I don't move  until he closes the door behind himself. As soon as I hear the door closing, I hurry to get out of my clothes. It is a slight disappointment that he is not peeling me out of my dress himself. I would have loved to feel his hands on me sooner - and his admiring eyes.

I quickly get out of my dress and my thighs and realize that even this is turning me on. The anticipation, the excitement of not knowing what will happen as soon as he steps out of that door - it bundles up to a kind of arousal I have not felt before. I unhook my bra and cup my breasts as soon as they are free, as I always do. I am lucky enough to be blessed with beautiful, well shaped and big breasts that many would wish for - and I appreciate them. They are also one of the most erogenous parts of my body. Even though no one is watching me, I slightly blush when I notice that my thong is sticking to my center as I pull it down. I am a lot more aroused than I have been aware of up to that point.

I neatly place my clothes on one of the armchairs in the seating area and sit down on the foot of the bed as he has told me. Hands on my knees, head down.

And then I wait.

Two

He is taking longer than I expected. And I am pretty sure that this is already part of the plan. A test to see whether I would follow his instructions even if it meant for me to sit still for an extended period of time.

It is an easy test for me to pass. Naturally, having to sit still like this, with no form of entertainment, no music, no screen, no computer would become boring. But not in this situation. It only makes my anticipation grow. I have a lot of time to wonder about what might happen next, create ideas, assumptions. Some more exciting than others. Some very clear. I want him to spank me, to really spank me. And to enjoy it. But I have no idea how hard it would have to be for me to enjoy, at what point it would start to become too much for me to handle. Would I find out tonight? Probably not. But maybe.

My eyes rest on my lap. Thank god I shaved before I left the house. Squeaky clean and hairless - even though I have a hard time admitting it, I had made sure to be prepared for anything that could happen tonight. And as usual, my anticipatory preparations show to be worthwhile.   

I hear the bathroom door open and resist the urge to look up. He steps back into the room and slowly approaches me without saying anything. After what feels like an eternity, he finally comes to a halt in front of me. His feet are naked, but he is still wearing his suit pants.

"Look up to me." He orders.

"Yes, Sir." I whisper, obediently raising my head to catch his eyes. He is  looking down at me with harsh intensity and still fully clothed, except for his feet. A faint smile appears on his face. "Completely naked I said."

A slight shiver runs down my spine at the harsh tone of his voice. And I don't understand. I am not wearing any clothes, after all. Nothing. I start to understand, when he slowly raises his right arm to reach up to my ear.

"You forgot these," he whispers and pinches my earlobe right next to my earring. It doesn't hurt, but I still flinch at his touch.

"Take them off," he orders. "And the necklace, too. I don't want any jewelry on you."

"Yes, Sir." I whisper, disappointed at myself. I do as I am told and take off the earrings, followed by the necklace. He holds out his hand for me to place my jewelry in it.

I lower my head and cannot resist the urge to apologize as he turns around to place it on the desk behind him. "I am sorry."

He quickly turns around and grabs my hair, tilting my head back into my neck, so I am forced to look up at him.

"Don't apologize, baby girl," he hisses. "Don't you ever apologize. Just do it right the next time."

"Yes, Sir."

He lets go of my hair and gently strokes it instead, running his fingers down at the side of my neck and my shoulders. His touch is electric. Soft but enticing. I subtly lean into him and close my eyes.

"Remember what you told me?" He asks, while he continues to skim my shoulder with the tips of his fingers.              

I open my eyes and look up to him in question.

"About what you want me to do to you." He clarifies. "To make you scream and beg until your eyes are teary."

I blush and subtly nod, trying to keep a calm demeanor while my heart is tumbling.

"Are you sure that is what you want?" He asks.

I nod silently.

He frowns. "Say it."

"I want you to make me scream and beg until my eyes are teary." I whisper. "Sir."

He acknowledges my words with a subtle nod. "We'll see. Get on the bed on, on all fours - with your ass facing me."

"Yes, Sir."

I hurry to follow his orders and position myself as he wishes, hollowing my back a little, because I know it looks better that way. But it is not enough for him.

"Okay," he says. "Now, give me a better view. Face down on the sheets, and your ass up as high as possible."

"Yes, Sir." I obey and bend over, now resting my head on the white sheets, hiding my face within them. There is a sense of security in hiding this way, it makes the embarrassment of my exposed sex more bearable, enjoyable even. I feel vulnerable and safe at the same time.

"Good girl," he whispers, sending new shivers through my body. He walks around the bed until he is standing to my right side.

"Hands back," he orders. "Place them next to your ankles."

I do as I am bid, now resting more weight on my head than before. It puts some strain my neck, so I try to adjust as good as I can. No one has ever asked me into this position, but I can already tell that I like, strain or not.

"This will help you," he assures as he fetches some black rope and starts to tie my wrists to my ankles on each side. "It'll make it easier for you to really get a taste of what you need."

I don't know what to reply and just remain silent as he fastens the knots around my ankles and wrists. He gently pats my ass when he is done and distances himself from without saying a word. I am incapable of moving and couldn't get away even if I wanted to. I am completely in his mercy now - a realization that that makes me tremble with lust.

"Beautiful," he says. "You look absolutely perfect. That tight little body presented so nicely. Perfect."

He moves back to the foot of the bed, standing behind my bare ass and runs his fingers along my right ass cheek, slowly but decisively moving towards my center. I shiver and sigh when he starts to gently stroke my clit with two of his fingers.

He seems more than satisfied to see how wet all this has made me. "Good girl," he praises. "Very good girl. You are ready."

Before I can what exactly I might be ready for, he grants me with the first slap. A strong one, sending a fierce instance of pain through my body. I sigh and surprise. And this was only his hand.

"That was for forgetting to reply," he says. "You have already given me plenty of reasons to punish you, baby girl."

"I am sorry, Sir."

Another stroke hits my bare skin, causing me to wince and flinch.

"Do. Not. Apologize." He snaps, underlining each word with another hit on my behind. Each one of them hurts, but they are bearable. I am panting when he finishes. The slaps hurt, they came by surprise - but they have also awoken a craving for more.  Fuck, I needed more.

"No apologies," he repeats. "Just obedience. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I breathe. "I understand."

"Good." He snaps and moves away from the bed. I can hear him undress and instinctively turn my head as far as possible to be able to see him. I squint over to the other side of the room. He has taken his blazer and his shirt off and is just getting out of his pants as he catches me looking over to him. He pauses for a moment and looks at me with a stern expression.

"Have a I allowed you to look?" He asks. The tone of his voice makes me freeze.

"No, Sir," I mumble into the sheets.

"You must really like getting into trouble," he says, now wearing nothing but black boxer briefs - presenting a clearly visible bulge. I can tell that he must be of considerable size and cannot wait to have him in me.

His whole body is very toned, he must work out a lot, just as I expected. Especially the sight of his well sculptured upper body makes me blush. Slightly tanned skin, just very little dark hair and even a faint six pack. I cannot help but feel that he is way out of my league in so many regards.

My eyes widen as I watch him fetch something from the carryall bag that is next to his feet. It is a little leather flogger. He approaches me with an intimidating gaze resting upon my pale, imperfect body.

"Get up," he hisses and grabs my hair at the back of my head, pulling me up. I hurry to follow his wish before the strain on my scalp becomes too strong and raise my upper body as elegantly as possible, now sitting on my knees with my hands still tied to my ankles behind me. He throws the flogger on the sheets next to me and gets on the bed. Standing on his knees in front of me he frees his erection with one hand while the other is still clenching my hair.

I cannot suppress a longing sigh at the sight of his gorgeous cock, even though its significant girth scares me a little. He tilts my head back, away from the beautiful sight of his glistening cock.

"Have I told you to move? To follow me with your eyes?" He asks.

"No, Sir. I'm s-"

No. No, I'm not sorry. I won't make that mistake again.

He raises his eyebrows. "Then, why did you?"

"I wanted to see you."

"I told you not to do anything without asking for permission first. I haven't heard you ask before," he hisses.

"I won't do it again."

"No, you won't." He says, tightening the grip around my hair. "Open your mouth."

I obey and as soon as I do, he pushes me downwards, forcing himself inside my mouth without further ado. I gasp in surprise, but take him in with relish. His entire length. He does not ease his push until the tip of his cock pushes against the back of my throat, making it impossible for me to breath. We remain like this for a few minutes and I eventually start to gag and wiggle beneath him as I am running out of air. He finally releases me and lets me catch my breath, keeping my head in place, close to his cock.

"Good girl," he whispers appreciatively. And then he does it again. And again. He forces me down on his cock, keeps me in position for a few seconds, releases me to gasp for air and then repeats it. I am gasping and choking and tears are running down my face. But I love it. He tastes deliciously sweet, I wish he would let me properly suck on it. I would love to worship him, play with my tongue and feel him get even harder between my lips.

Then I remember. All I need to do is ask.

"Sir," I pant during one of my breaks. "Please, Sir."

He pauses. "Yes, baby girl?"

"Could I... maybe," I stutter. "Would you let my tongue enjoy your cock a little? Please, Sir."

"You are a good girl for asking so nicely," he replies. "How could I say no to you."

He pushes me down on his cock again, but slowly this time, with careful consideration. I take him between my lips and close my eyes, finally getting a real taste of him as my tongue starts to explore his hard member.