Master Red (2 page)

I adored him. Far too much for my own good in such a short space of time.

He eased away but remained close enough that mere inches separated our faces. “Dinner last night was good, wasn’t it.”

“Yes, Sir. But dessert was better.”

* * * *

He moves me up against the brick wall outside the back of the restaurant, a large wheelie bin keeping our liaison private. Hands clamp on my shoulders and he pushes me down, down, down, until I’m on my haunches, the bulge of his cock inside his trousers level with my face.

I want to see it without material covering it. To lick it from root to tip then plunge it into my mouth and listen to him groan. I want so many things with him I’ve lost count of what they all are. Everything—I want to try everything.

“Take my cock out, pet,” he says, sifting his fingers through my hair. “Take it out and suck it.”

I obey, at first circling my finger and thumb around his base, then sliding my mouth over him. He fills me nicely, his cock wide. The taste of him is musky. His flavor spreads onto my taste buds, and I curl my tongue to create a tight suction.

“That’s it,” he says. “You suck me just like that.”

* * * *

He smiled then chuckled. “Yes, dessert was wonderful.”

“I could indulge in the same right now, Sir.”

“I’m sure you could, but I think I’ll be the one eating this evening.”

He traced one of my cheekbones with the pad of his thumb, looking at me intently again, searching for something—what, I didn’t know. He’d recently had his hair cut into a style that suited him, shorter back and sides with a longer fringe that he waxed to one side. It gave him a debonair look, someone from days gone by, him Rhett Butler to my Scarlett O’Hara. He’d once said he adored my 1940’s look—how that, as well as my golden shoes, had snagged his heart. I’d melted, of course I had, and he, in turn, had snagged me.

“What had your full attention before I came in?” he asked.

“The men at the cross, Sir.”

“Because?”

“It’s clear there’s more to them. The way they look at each other.”

“I see. And you like emotions worn on sleeves, don’t you?”

“Perhaps.”

“Oh, you do, which is why I like to wear mine there. For you to see. For anyone to see.” He took his thumb from my face and stroked lightly over my coiffed curls. “Will you ever realize quite how lovely you are?”

“I’m trying to, Sir. Trying to.”

It had been hard to adjust to Master Red, as he was known, who lavished praise and endearments on me as easily as scattering confetti. They sailed down, covering me, filling me with awe, and at first I’d wondered whether that was just his way. But lately, that look he gave—the same as the blond had given his Master—made me think his feelings were genuine. That he meant every word he said. Had he been the same with other women? That was none of my concern, but it would be nice if I was special, The One, the woman he’d chosen to go that little bit further with.

“Then try harder, pet.”

He kissed me again, another sensual meeting of lips and tongues, and pressed his body into mine, pinning me to the wall. He held my shoulders with both hands—last night all over again—holding me in place, the suspicion of an erection against my lower belly. I wanted my dress taken off, discarded wherever it was thrown, my body bared for him, every inch of me exposed. I grew hotter, need building inside me so quickly I had to turn my head to the side to catch my breath. His mouth grazed my temple.

“You feel it, don’t you, Charlotte,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.” I inhaled, deep, then let the air out slowly.

“It’s strong, this thing we have, isn’t it?” He kissed my cheek then nuzzled my ear.

My knees weakened, as they always did when he acted like this, a far cry from the Dom he was. Now he was just a man who exuded power that made me want to obey in a different way. To follow him to the ends of the earth. To want to know him—all the small things that made up the whole—and be his, the only one for him.

“Yes, Sir. So strong it scares me a bit.”

* * * *

“I think I’ve found what I’ve been looking for with you, Charlotte. Does that bother you?”

I stare at him across the dinner table, fiddling with a white napkin to disguise my shaking hands. “No, Sir.” But it does. I didn’t go to Marshall Cottage to find love. I went to have my needs met. Perhaps I have other needs I was unaware of.

“Good, because although we haven’t known each other long, I can’t imagine not seeing you now.”

I understand how that is. He’s got under my skin quickly, and I find myself thinking of him more often than not. Even entertaining thoughts of permanency. That he seems to feel the same…

“There’s something there, pet. Something more.”

“Yes.” I abandon the napkin and go for the wine, taking a big mouthful, swallowing, then enjoying the warmth that spreads through me, the alcohol doing its job and steadying my nerves.

“Would you like to build on it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

* * * *

“Don’t be scared, Charlotte. I’m with you. Never be scared with me around.”

“I’ll try not to be, Sir. But…”

“But what?”

“I’ve never felt this way about a Master. Never had a relationship with a Dom outside of a scene. They’ve always just been…extras.”

He laughed, the sound of it so close to my ear that it sent a shiver of delight down my back. That shiver moved swiftly, zeroing in on my cunt. How did he do that? How did he reduce me to feeling such a wanton tart?

“I’m no extra,” he said. “You can have a loving, permanent relationship with a Master, you know.”

“I’m sure you can, Sir, but—”

“There are no buts. Not with us. You can have both—and you will.”

Chapter Two

He stepped back then tugged me forward so he could insert himself into the space I’d occupied. He pulled me so I stood flush against him, his body heat warming my back. With his arms about my waist, his breathing in my ear, I looked ahead, gaze fixed on the couple at the cross.

“You see the way he’s wanking him there?” Master Red asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

There was nothing hurried about it, but, as before, it wasn’t their act that grabbed my attention. It was their connection. It fascinated me. They were having a silent conversation still, gazes locked, the pair of them a mesmerizing tableau that had me staring so hard I didn’t know if I could ever turn away.

“That’s us,” he said. “How we appear to others, except as well as staring, we speak.”

“Is it?” I asked, wishing that were the case, then knowing it was but… I wasn’t willing to fully admit it yet.

Such an immense thing, a connection like that, one that scared the life out of me because it meant that this was it with me and Master Red. No one else, just the two of us, soul mates, him being the one who had been destined for me all along. I’d just had to have my arse whipped by the proverbial frogs before my knight in shining dominance had come along. Fate had a hand in all things, I firmly believed that, and people, places, were put on our paths to make sure we ended up where we ought to be.

“Yes, it is,” he said. “Now look at the others.”

I reluctantly wrenched my focus from the two men. It was obvious, more so now than ever, who was in love and who wasn’t. A couple—sub male, Mistress female—stood to the side of the cross, him on his knees wearing nothing but a collar and chain, her holding the chain, standing over him, no indication from their body language that they cared for one another. He licked the rim of her thigh-high black boot, while she stood with her hands crossed over her midsection, tapping her other foot, her facial expression showing signs of boredom.

What was their story? From what I assumed, she serviced his needs, was possibly a paid Dominatrix, someone he’d hired to accompany him tonight. As she looked down at him, disgust written clearly on her face, I had another thought. What if they chose to act this way, giving out the impression they weren’t together, that she disliked him and he just wanted to lick her boot? And who was I to judge?

“What do you see?” he asked, raising his hands slowly until he cupped my breasts.

My heart pounded hard, and I pushed my arse into him, rewarded with his thick erection grinding into the bottom of my back. He kneaded my tits, the pressure gentle yet firm. I wished I didn’t have my dress on and that our skin touched, but then this kind of petting was a buzz in itself with the promise of more to come.

“That Mistress. She looks bored, Sir.”

“But she isn’t. It’s what she wants, a man who is prepared to do whatever she asks. Mistress Queer, her name is, one she chose herself because she is indeed a strange woman. Nice when you get to know her, but from the outside she looks like she’d prefer to be anywhere else but here. Her husband, that man doing the licking—”

“Husband?” I blushed. “Sorry for interrupting, Sir.”

“Apology accepted. Her husband is a high-flying lawyer, yet to look at him you’d think he was the type who enjoyed puttering around in his garden. But he’s the stronger one in that relationship. Without him, she’d feel worthless. She told me as much.”

“Appearances are so deceptive, Sir. I would never have thought.”

“Not everyone is prepared to show all and sundry how they feel, pet. Many come here to indulge their fantasies and leave their softer sides at home. But those two, those on the cross? They’re too in love to act any other way.”

I shifted my gaze back to them. “I think they look lovely, Sir.”

“They do. As do we. See how people are watching us, wondering if we’re actually going to do anything for them?”

I glanced around casually so as not to appear obvious, strangely startled to find many people looking our way. Although I shouldn’t have been, not in a voyeur room. After all, that’s what we were here for, to see and be seen.

“I see them, Sir. And will we put on a show?”

“Possibly, though not one I would think they’d expect. I shan’t be spanking or whipping you. They’ll be sorely disappointed if that’s what they want.”

“What
will
you do, Sir?”

“That’s something they,
and
you, will have to wait to find out.”

So he wasn’t going to be telling me the order of play as he usually did. A flutter of desire mixed with excitement went through me at his change of tactics. I’d foolish thought I had him pegged, knew how he worked, but it was highly apparent I didn’t. I eagerly looked forward to what he had in store, to learning all about him, the good, the bad and the ugly.

“Very well, Sir,” I said.

* * * *

“There’s a system here at Marshall’s Cottage, Charlotte. Are you aware of what it is? Did you read the rules fully?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“So when I tell you something is going to happen, you know that it will. There’s too much emphasis elsewhere, I’ve found, having to check time and again whether my sub wants to do this or that. This way, here, anything goes so long as safe words are respected. So many places get it wrong, in my opinion. This is the only place that suits all my needs and where rules are clear and simple.”

“Yes, I agree. For me to just be able to say
roses
as soon as someone does something or says they will be doing it…it’s comforting.”

“So when I tell you, while holding a vibrator, that I’m going to put it inside your arse and whip you so that every time I do the whip connects with the end of the vibrator, you could remain silent or say
roses
.”

“I
could
say
roses
to that, Sir, but I wouldn’t.”

“Then get down on your knees, arse bared for me. Now.”

* * * *

The memory had my face heating and my cunt growing wetter. To play out such a scene in front of these people was something I would love to do, but not yet. I wanted more alone time in scenes with Master Red before going onto the stronger stuff. More time to know how he worked and how I responded. Perhaps in a few months we’d be in the right place, mentally and emotionally, but for now, I thought I could just about manage some light scenes with an audience.

“Your dress is the right length for what I have in mind,” he said, applying more pressure to my breasts. “Exactly the right material for it to be kept out of the way.”

I didn’t feel the need to respond. I stared at the man on the cross, whose breathing had become heavier. He groaned quietly, the muscles in his jaw spasming, and his Master gave a slight nod. Cum spurted in a speeding line, landing on the floor just to the side of the boot-licking man. His Mistress patted him briskly on the head then stepped back, and he shuffled to follow on his knees, just in time. Another spear of cum jetted out, the Master keeping that same languid speed, the sub on the cross fighting to keep his eyes open. My cunt twinged at the sight of him doing something usually so private in public, and I admired the way he had been able to just let himself be controlled by whatever his Master hadn’t said.

“So beautiful,” I whispered.

“Aren’t they just.”

Master Red moved his hands down to the hem of my dress and pulled it up so the material folded rather than bunched. It was so tight it stayed where he’d put it, exposing my knickerless cunt, naked of hairs. I sighed and waited for what he would do next, but he returned his hands to my breasts. Those watching us had seemed more avid as he’d bared me, their muscles tensing as they’d stood or sat up straighter, pleased that finally our show had begun. But now they relaxed again, realizing that if they wanted a quick fix they weren’t going to get it.

And neither was I.

“See them waiting?” he asked.

“I imagine you’ll time it right so they don’t get bored.”