Master Connor (Marshall Cottage Book 3) (3 page)

“I signed up for a one-nighter, Sir.”

“Oh, but it’s far more than that. Much, much more than that. Don’t you remember? I don’t
come
here often…”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “You said that, but I—”

“Didn’t believe me?” He pulled me into his arms, settling one hand on my arse, twining the other in my hair. “I know you didn’t, but I promise you, I do
not
come here often. To this kind of setting.”

“What?”

“I’m…I’m more of a—”

I opened my mouth to ask why he’d stopped mid-sentence, but he crooked a finger beneath my chin, tilted my head up then swooped down to cover my mouth with his. That kiss, it burned brightly with the promise of so much—everything I had wanted from a kiss. Soul-searing, special, soft and perfect—so perfect that my knees weakened and my heart rate picked up speed. I returned the kiss, loving the feel of his tongue brushing mine, the way his fingertips massaged my scalp. If I died tonight, I’d die a happy woman, just from this.

A whimper sounded, and it took a moment for me to realize it had come from me. I embraced him, smoothing my hands up and down his back, and I risked a daring move to cup both his arse cheeks. He stiffened against me, a groan rumbling in his chest, the reverberation transferring to mine. Oh, God, he was delicious, tasted of a good night to come and a whole lot of sexiness. I pushed myself into him, memorizing how it felt to be near someone so masculine, so beautiful.

He lifted me then, into his big strong arms—the warmest embrace I’d ever had, and broke the kiss to look down at me. He turned, taking me to the window, and I rested my head on his shoulder, holding on tight with my hands about his neck. For the first time in my life I didn’t feel embarrassed. It was as though I were precious. That was a new experience, one I would treasure forever.

“Look at the lights out there, Dahlia. Aren’t they beautiful?”

I stared out of the window, taking in the sight of the city in the distance, the multitude of sparkles in various colors were breathtaking. I felt so safe, so wanted here that I was hard pressed to remember a time that rivalled it. I went down Thought Road, where I recalled that for most of my life I’d been alone, had felt unwanted, in the way, someone who didn’t fit. I’d come to this area to start again, the glamour and glitz of the city an enticement I hadn’t been able to ignore. After all, I could lose myself there, was able to meet so many different people.

“The stars are bright, I must say, Sir.”

“You’ll always feel like a star with me if you decide I’m the right Master for you.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and dared to glance up at him. He held me easily in one arm and smoothed my hair back from my face, swiping until all strands of it were gone. I wondered, just for a moment, what it would be like to be with him for all time.

“You can find out everything you need to know about me by asking either me or Mr M, if you want,” he said. “Mr M does a thorough check on all applicants, as you can imagine. And I know you have many questions as to how I got into the lifestyle, but they can wait until tomorrow. Tonight? Well, I’m going to take you in my arms and love you. And you want to be loved, don’t you?”

I nodded, and he left the window, carrying me through the living room and into a bedroom that came right out of my dreams. He lowered me to the plush-carpeted floor then set about lighting candles that were on every surface—two sets of drawers, a sideboard and a small table.

In a rush to explain why I wasn’t doing what subs were meant to do, I said, “I don’t know anything much about this lifestyle except that it offers me something I seem to need.” I wanted to get it out there so he knew exactly what he was letting himself in for. “I’ve read the rules but don’t know or understand them all. I know there are certain ways to behave. That I even got accepted here…it feels like a dream.”

“It’s no dream.” He reached out and drew my basque down then off. Holding it against his stomach as he studied me, he said, “Now, take off that skirt.”

Chapter Three

His voice had held authority, and reams of sex-laden visions flickered through my mind. I closed my eyes for a second. My nerves rattled.

“What are you looking at behind those pretty eyelids of yours? What can you see?” he asked.

I blushed. “It’s… Private things.”

“If you can’t even tell me a simple thing like a sexy vision…”

“It’s not that. It’s just…”

“Who is in those visions? You? Me?”

I nodded, caught up watching myself and Master Connor in sexual poses I’d never thought possible.

“And do you see where we are?” he asked.

I nodded again. “On a bed, in what looks like a bedroom in a castle. Here.”

“That’s right. Here. Somewhere far away from the strains and stresses of life. And on that bed I’ll take you places, so you understand who I am, but ultimately, you’ll go home understanding a bit more about who
you
are.”

My breath caught, and I shook my head, opening my eyes and staring at him as I shimmied out of my skirt. I let it pool on the floor then stepped out of it, surprised at my lack of embarrassment at standing before him in just my black knickers, bra, and stockings.

“Now the rest. Take it all off. I want to see you naked.”

Now
the embarrassment came, in the form of a heated blush that grew from my chest, up my neck, and settled on my cheeks. I immediately worried that my face flamed an unsightly bright red.

“I’ve seen redder arses than your face, pet,” he said. “So don’t worry about what you look like. You need to relax, to learn that showing me your body is something to be proud of, to enjoy, not something that makes you embarrassed. I’m not here to study it in the way you might think. I’m not looking at the size of your thighs or judging how heavy you are.”

“Then what
are
you looking at, Sir?”

“I’m thinking of how those thighs will feel when I slap them. How your arse will ripple when I whip it—
if
that’s what you’re after. I see things very differently to other men.”

“I realize that now.” I let out a shaky breath. “Sir.”

He smiled then chuckled, a sexy rumble that wet my cunt and set my clit to throbbing.

“You look prettier when you blush. It makes me want to ensure your arse matches the shade of your cheeks. Please, take off the rest.”

After taking a deep breath, I slipped my bra straps off my shoulders then unhooked the band. I took a moment to gather myself, to accept that once I was undressed, I wouldn’t want to go back. I’d signed up for a bit of a slap to my arse, and the man who could give it to me was standing right in front of me.

“Will it hurt, Sir?”
What a stupid question.

“Of course it will, especially if you’ve never experienced it before. What you need to begin with is a very light spanking.” He paused, then, “Although to you it might not feel light at all.”

I swallowed then busied myself by peeling the lace bra from my body and dropping it on the bed. Still looking at him, I slid my thumbs into the waist of my knickers then drew them down my legs, before tossing them to settle with my bra. With a surge of courage that came from nowhere, I lifted one leg and rested my foot on the mattress edge, then rolled my stocking down. I repeated the action on my other leg, never so thankful that I’d shaved before coming out tonight.

“Very nice. So beautiful. Turn around. Let me see all of you.”

I took my foot from the bed and planted it firmly on the floor. The courage that had so recently soared through my veins had disappeared, leaving me part vulnerable, part brave. Despite that, I pirouetted, shoving the vulnerable away and welcoming the brave, hugging it to me so I could get through this without making a fool of myself.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Just be yourself. Pretend you’re not nervous. Pretend you’ve done this before, with me. Just go with whatever feels right for this evening. If you enjoy it and you want to see me again—”

“I do already, Sir.” I faced him, purposely not covering my breasts or cunt, sensing that he wished to inspect all of me, to teach me that being nude in front of him was something I should revel in, not shy away from. “I want to see you again. After tonight.”

He stared at me, perusing my body from head to toes. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel under scrutiny in the sense that I was uncomfortable—more that I felt adored, as though he looked upon me as someone of incredible beauty. His expression—something I hadn’t seen on any man before, all wide-eyed amazement and lazy grin—told me that by some miracle of fate, this man, this gorgeous, hunk of a man, found me desirable.

“You’re
very
beautiful, pet. Never doubt that.”

Of course I doubted it. Men didn’t say such things to me. In the past they’d fucked me then left me the next morning—sometimes even the same night. I could say Master Connor was an expert in making a woman feel at ease, in letting her think he meant every word he said—that he was a Master in more ways than one, being able to manipulate my feelings the way he had. But I got the sense it wasn’t that way at all. I couldn’t imagine him saying these things if he didn’t mean them—he was so secure in himself that if he didn’t like me he would never have brought me up here. Would never just use me for a spank and a fuck.

“Now get on the bed,” he said.

I shivered at his tone and obeyed, loving the spirals of desire that surged from my core to my clit. I was on my hands and knees, facing away from him, conscious that my arse was on show as well as my cunt. I imagined him looking, wondered what he thought and wished he’d tell me. Should I ask? I doubted it very much. I turned over then settled my head on the puffy pillows, arms by my sides, trying to show him that I didn’t need to cover myself, that I was comfortable. I waited for what he would do or say next. He stared at me, his gaze going from my face to my cunt, then scooting down my legs that were slightly open. If he’d just climb on the bed and get between them I’d come before I knew it.

He threw my basque on the bed beside me. “Put that back on.”

Oh, God. Oh, God, this is so hot. So damn hot…

I shifted my attention from his face down to his shirted chest then came to a stop at his pelvis. His erection bulged beneath the fabric of his trousers, and I sucked in a breath of wonder. I could only imagine how big it was, how it would look when freed, how it would feel in my hand. Heavy, long, thick. My mouth watered—I wanted to suck his cock—and I swallowed in order to stop myself asking him to slide it into my mouth and pump in and out until he came, hot and hard down my throat.

I groaned and was sure he hid a smile. Quickly, I put on my basque and made myself comfortable again, watching him as he shirked off his jacket then dropped it to the floor. I got a better idea of what his body might look like, broad chest and even broader shoulders, and couldn’t wait to see it in the flesh. He undid the buttons of his shirt without a hint of needing to rush. Oh, he was good, very good.

Rip it off, show me your wares.

But he was going to make me wait until he peeled each layer away. Once he’d undone every button, his shirt followed his jacket. I gasped at the planes of his body, the way his stomach muscles tapered and disappeared beneath his waistband. His large biceps screamed out for me to touch them, and my cunt grew wetter, my clit throbbed harder. I needed to cup myself to alleviate the building pressure there but resisted—Master Connor would do a better job than I ever could, and I didn’t think I was supposed to be doing anything unless he told me to now.

After kicking his shoes off, he removed his trousers and socks, revealing that he wore no underwear. He stood at the foot of the bed, his hard cock jutting out, a scribble of dark hairs surrounding its base. There was no trace of insecurity about him, yet I felt it wasn’t because he knew he looked good. No, there was something else…like he was proud to have me look at him, and I found myself wanting him so much—more than I’d ever wanted anyone else.

He knew—yes, he knew exactly what I thought—and I found it amazing that we had some kind of connection, that even after only having met an hour or two earlier, it felt like much longer.

He picked up his trousers. For a moment I thought he was going to put them back on, that he’d changed his mind, but he fished a condom out of the pocket. He rolled it down his cock—just as long and thick as I’d imagined it would be—then crawled up onto the bottom of the bed. My heart thudded hard—so hard—and it took a lot of self-control not to lurch forward and drag him on top of me. Like I thought a sub should, I remained where I was—the only things I dared to move were my fingers, brushing them over the duvet.

He leaned forward to lift me then settled me down on his lap facing him. He rested on his haunches. I curled my legs around him, wrapped my arms about his neck, and the basque creaked again. We groaned at the same time, and he slid his hands beneath the basque to clasp my waist. And his hands, God, they were so big and warm. The contact sent shivers over my skin. A spike of lust jabbed my cunt. Gently, he raised me, and his cock tip nestled in my entrance. I held my breath. I wanted to sink down, let him fill me to my limit.

“Not yet,” he said. “Not just yet.”

He shifted me back a little, and I lowered to his lap, craving the shunt of his cock inside me. Even though only the tip had sat there, I could well imagine how the rest would feel as he slid into me. I’d be stretched, and that first glorious slide would be something I’d treasure. I needed it now—now!—but he clearly had other ideas. He stroked my arse cheeks, a hand on each, up-and-down movements that warmed the skin, the friction soft yet firm.

“This will prepare you,” he said. “Get you ready for your first spanking.”

Excitement zipped through me, a streak of it so fast it left me momentarily lightheaded. I’d smacked myself once, just to see if I’d like it, but I doubted it would feel the same when someone else did it. Of course it wouldn’t—I’d been tentative, cautious about the pain so hadn’t struck very hard, and the angle hadn’t been right on my buttock. It hadn’t brought the results I’d thought it should either—no echo of movement in my cunt, no ripple effect.