MasterofVelvet (10 page)

Lunch was over quickly and then it was back to the apartment.
Ever thoughtful, Adam hailed a cab, offering Beth his hand as she climbed
inside. Unaware of his earlier disquiet she missed the way his eyes scanned
their surroundings before he followed her into the vehicle.

Back at the apartment she wondered when he would take her to
the bedroom, assuming he meant what he’d said. She shrugged off her jacket and
hovered, waiting for some clue from Adam. He was heading across the room, but
stopped suddenly, looking back at her.

“Not yet,” he told her with the tenderness she was starting
to recognize would always make her feel special. “Take your boots off and come
and sit with me.”

Footwear hurriedly kicked off, she took the offered hand and
followed Adam to one of the sofas. He sat down, pulling her down beside him. The
next thing she knew she was lying on the sofa, half on top of the full-length
sprawl of him, cradled between his body and the back of the sofa.

“Beth, my sweetheart, later on we are going to go to the
bedroom to discuss your discipline for keeping secrets—remember, I told you I
want to know about everything that makes you happy—but for now I want to get to
know you better.”

With that he began to kiss her on the mouth, his lips
playing havoc with her already reeling senses.

“Sir…”

“Shh.” He placed a gentle finger on her mouth to silence
her. “Not here, not now. It’s still Adam, remember? Until I change that this is
just Adam and Beth getting to know each other.”

He resumed the kiss, cradling her close to his lean
strength. Or he would have done had Beth not placed her hand on his chest to
slow things down.

“If this is just Adam and Beth getting to know each other,”
she said, “does that mean I can go and put some underwear on?”

His grin was devilish, telling her without words what the
answer would be. “You’re forgetting—firstly, you don’t have my permission to
wear underwear and secondly there’d be no point—it’d be coming off soon
anyway.”

“It would?”

“It would,” he confirmed absently, cupping her cheek in his
hand and tracing the outline of her lower lip with his thumb. “I like having
you naked in my arms.”

Just as well she had no objection to being naked in his arms—no
objection at all. At that precise moment she found herself actually craving it.
She could feel her mind moving into that space where she felt owned by this man
whom she suddenly wanted beyond all reason.

“I want to call you Sir,” she murmured, giving voice to one
of her deepest desires.

“And you will when I tell you to call me that and whenever
it’s appropriate to do so.” He was suddenly fascinated with curling her hair
round his fingers. “How do you feel about that?”

Beth felt like she couldn’t wait. “When?”

“When I’m ready.” His hand insinuated itself under her
sweater, exploring the silken flesh that covered her rib cage. “Aren’t you hot
and uncomfortable with this thing on?”

The trousers and socks made her hot and uncomfortable. Moments
later her clothing was in a heap on the floor and she was naked in Adam’s arms.
He was still wearing his jeans and rugby shirt and looking like sex on legs. The
difference in their attire made a huge feeling of submissiveness unfurl inside
her. She felt she belonged like this—belonged to him. When her gaze began to
shift from his face to his chest, his finger under her chin reversed the
movement.

“You didn’t even realize you were doing that, did you? I’m
just going to have to kiss you to stop you doing it again.”

This time he didn’t stop at just kissing her. His hand
stroked down her side, curved over her hip and pulled her against him. His knee
pushed ruthlessly between her legs and the next thing she knew she was
straddling him, her mouth still on his while his hands roamed possessively over
her back and bottom.

Instinct drove her to push herself up so that she could look
at him. Her hands on his chest supported her and between her legs she felt the
force of his erection under the fly of his jeans. She couldn’t help herself—she
had to ride him.

“Good girl,” he encouraged her. “God, you look beautiful
like that.” His eyes were smoldering.

She didn’t expect to feel his mouth on her breast or the
strong suckling at her nipple. Her body responded instantly and she knew that
she was going to leave a wet patch on his jeans, right over the hard cock that
was separated from her pussy only by the rough fabric. His hands on her hips
held her firmly in place.

“Adam.”

“Tell me what you want, Beth.”

“You.”

* * * * *

For a few moments Adam stood at the bedroom door, a
thoughtful look on his face, just looking at Beth while trying to work out the
best way to convince her that she belonged under his roof.

He wanted to witness every moment of Beth’s development as a
sub—his sub. Thoughts of showing her the ropes turned his mind briefly to
learning more about Kinbaku—she would look truly stunning adorned in an
intricate, artistic arrangement of bindings and knots. A human work of art.

Before they started to play in earnest there were other
things he needed to attend to—not least of which was a call to Dan to find out
if there’d been any developments in the investigation in the last twenty-four
hours. And he had no intention of making that call in front of Beth.

Most people would dismiss the uneasiness he’d felt as
paranoia but not Adam. He’d experienced it too often in theater to dismiss it
out of hand now—not when it had kept him and the men in his troop alive against
all the odds.

The phone call was brief and as he’d expected Dan couldn’t
add anything to what he’d told Adam the previous day. When he emerged from the
bedroom, Beth was over in the kitchen area and from the aroma wafting over, she
was making coffee. It felt good, Adam realized, to have a gorgeous naked woman
in his kitchen.

He slid down on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table. He
hadn’t forgotten about the spanking she’d earned over lunch and he had every
intention of administering it. He wondered, though, what had brought that smile
to her lips—it had to have been something special and he wanted to know. He
needed
to know.

As he watched Beth in the kitchen he found himself
considering the matter of a collar. He was torn between wanting to collar her
as soon as possible but at the same time not going too fast for her. She’d
looked perfect in the diamond collar the previous evening and while that had
its place for special occasions it was too elaborate for his plans for the rest
of the day. And he wanted her collared for the spanking he was going to give
her shortly, a symbol of his ownership of her in the bedroom.

Of course—the ribbon. So appropriate. It was the blue velvet
ribbon that the jeweler had tied round the box that contained the diamond
collar, when he’d had it made…soon after Beth had come to work for him. He’d
tossed it into a drawer and never given it another thought until now. He
laughed to himself—had his subconscious known even then that there would be a
need for it, that there would be a day such as this?

Beth brought the coffee over then sat beside him on the
sofa, her legs curled under her. As he sipped the coffee—made just how he liked
it—Adam slipped his arm around Beth, drawing her closer to him.

“Well,” he said eventually, “now that you have your
safewords, I seem to recall that I promised you a good spanking at lunch.”

Adam led his sub into the bedroom.

It was a powerful moment for him, taking a sub who would
wear his collar and warm his bed. Taking Beth. He hadn’t imagined that it would
affect him so deeply. Soon, when she was ready, he would take her to see
Giorgio, a fellow Dom who specialized in crafting slave collars. Not just
collars suitable for play but collars that could be worn as if they were
jewelry, innocent-looking pieces in the vanilla world—but full of meaning in
the community.

“On your knees.”

She obeyed immediately, assuming her designated first
position. For a few moments, Adam looked down at her then from a drawer he
removed the length of blue velvet ribbon.

“Beth, it’s important to me that my sub knows her place when
in a scene. I don’t have a suitable collar for you but I want you to be aware
of where you belong. As a symbol of my ownership, and to help you get used to
the idea, this will be your collar for the time being.”

Beth gathered her hair together, lifting it out of the way
so that he could tie the ribbon around her neck. With great care, he laid the
band against her skin, ensuring that it wasn’t twisted, tying it with a perfect
double bow at the nape of her neck.

“Now you’re mine.”

It was only a length of ribbon, for fuck’s sake, but it lit
a wild fire in the primitive depths of his being. Christ, she was turning him
into a bloody caveman! He pulled off his shirt, offered her his hand to help
her up, wrapping his arms around her as she rose and pulled her into his body
before kissing her as if he would devour her body and soul.

At the end of the kiss, he looked into Beth’s eyes—they were
soft and full of wonder. And the collar—maybe he’d have to revise his plans
because the ribbon looked as sexy as hell. “Come and sit with me.”

Once seated on the bed he pulled her down onto his lap so
that she was sitting sideways, deliberately keeping her off balance by not
letting her put her feet on the floor. “Now spread your legs.”

At the first touch, her eyes closed and a delightful little
whimper passed her lips. The arm around his shoulders tightened too. She was
already wet and growing more so with each firm stroke of his fingers. “Open
your eyes, love.”

Her gaze meshed with his. He felt like he was looking into
her soul—she was hiding nothing from him. Her arousal was a growing fire,
consuming her from within. Adam altered the rhythm of his stroking, dipping a
finger inside her. She cried out this time, bracing herself with a hand on his
chest as her thighs started to close, ready to fuck his hand.

“Beth, keep your legs open,” he said sternly.

“I …can’t,” she gasped. “I have to—”

“You don’t. Lean on me, Beth. Put your arms around me and
lean on me.”

He grunted. Her breasts against his chest made his cock
surge under his jeans, hinted at what she would feel like when she was under
him. Her curves were in all the right places, soft and feminine and voluptuous,
the way a woman was supposed to be.

Her clit was swelling beneath his touch, and he could feel
her starting to fuck his hand. “Keep still, Beth,” he ordered. “Have you ever
tasted yourself?”

When she answered by shaking her head, he took his hand away
from her and used the same hand under her chin to force her to look at him.
“Open your mouth. Now suck my finger as if it were my cock. You didn’t answer
me properly so this is your discipline.”

Christ, he was going to have to take her soon. If she were
sucking his cock rather than his finger it would be a supreme test of his
self-control not to come too soon. Her tongue was swirling round his finger,
sucking it deeply into her mouth.

“Tell me how you taste.”

Color rose to her cheeks, and again she shook her head—embarrassment,
he guessed. He quickly swiped his fingers through the folds of her pussy,
sweeping up her moisture and then licked his own fingers.

“Shall I tell you? Slightly salty, warm, delicious and all
woman. Do you know how wet you are?” This time he scooped more of her juices
and wiped his fingers over her cheek. “Does this tell you how sexy you are? How
much you want to be fucked? I’m going to fuck you, Beth, but not before I put
you over my knee and spank that luscious bottom. Stand up and lay yourself
facedown over my lap. Now.”

Once she was in position with one of his hands on her back
to keep her safely in place, his other hand explored the soft curves of her
bottom, weighing up the best places to paddle her backside. Half a dozen to
begin with—that should get the message across nicely and give her a nice, warm
feeling where it counted.

At the first slap she writhed on his lap and cried out,
startled by the sharp sting on her flesh. As soon as he stroked the same area,
she quieted down, wriggling slightly. “Keep still, Beth. Do not move and do not
come.”

“Yes, Adam.” Her voice was little more than a whisper,
poised between pleasure and pain. “Thank you.”

Another smack landed. This time she flinched, her buttocks
clenching beautifully before relaxing as he stroked her flesh again. “How many
is that, Beth?”

“Two, Adam.”

“Good. You will now count out the remainder.”

He repeated the process four more times, the slap followed
by the caress. She counted each stroke as he had ordered her to do and at the
end her bottom was glowing nicely.

“You’ve done well, Beth,” he approved, his voice a little
more gentle as he lifted her to her feet. “Did you enjoy that? If you did,
don’t be afraid to admit it—tell me properly.”

Her eyes were fixed on the floor. “Yes, Adam, I enjoyed it,”
came her quiet admission.

An eyebrow rose to accompany the wry grin. “Which just
proves that I can’t use spanking to discipline you, young lady. You’ve been a
good girl.” He examined her face. There was something in her eyes that suggested
something remained unsaid. “What is it, Beth? Tell me.”

“Adam.” She knelt before him, hands clasped and resting on
her thighs, eyes still lowered. “Please. I need—I don’t know how to ask.”

She looked up at him. In her eyes he saw the need of which
she spoke. But need for what?

“Just ask, Beth. It’s only words and words can’t hurt you.
Tell me what you need. If you don’t tell me I can’t give it to you.”

She took his hands and pressed a kiss to each palm. “Please
may I ask if you would consider…“ she took a deep breath, “if you would
consider correcting your sub further?”

“In what way?”

Adam knew he was pushing her but she had to learn to finish
what she started and to communicate her needs.

Her voice was barely above a whisper when she responded with
a single word. “Harder.”

“Good. Now put the two ideas together and find your
confidence.”

He waited.

“Please would you consider extending your sub’s discipline
by using a paddle, Adam?”

“And how many strokes does my sub feel that she deserves for
her transgression?”

“Would ten be appropriate?”

Adam considered her request but not for long. “No, ten would
not be appropriate, Beth—not with a paddle. In conjunction with the spanking
you’ve already received, I consider that four would be sufficient for you as a
novice. If you feel you should have ten strokes, then it’s ten strokes with the
flogger. So what’s it to be? Tell me what your transgression deserves.“

Her stunned expression told him that she wasn’t expecting
that response.

“The flogger, Adam,” came her quiet reply.

“On your belly, on the bed.”

While she obeyed his instructions Adam found what he sought
in the toy chest. He stood beside the bed, swinging the implement in a figure eight
to get the feel of it again while he weighed where he would place the ten
strokes.

With a gentle touch he traced a path down her spine. The color
in her backside was fading—no matter, it would soon be refreshed. He had no
intention of making this painful for her—it would be just enough to stimulate
her nerve endings and bring an enticing glow to her skin.

Her body jerked in response to the first stroke, a common
enough reaction but before he had the opportunity to deliver the next, Adam
heard a soft moan of what could only be described as blissful contentment.

He followed the stroke with a tender caress to take the
sting away. This time he didn’t have her count out the strokes—he was more
concerned with watching out for signs of distress.

There were none. She took the flogger well and when it was
done he stretched out beside her and kissed her cheek. “Well done, sweetheart,”
he whispered, stroking her hair away from her damp face.

“Thank you, Adam.”

He let her rest for a few minutes, then told her to turn
over. Her obedience was immediate.

From his box of toys, Adam produced brand-new ankle and
wrist cuffs on chains, which he proceeded to attach to discreet eye bolts set
into the wooden bed frame, before fastening the well-padded cuffs to Beth’s
limbs, paying great attention to her injured ankle. “Does this one feel all
right, love? If it starts to feel uncomfortable, tell me—use your safewords if
necessary.”

“It feels all right at the moment.”

Adam looked at her closely. There was something different in
her voice and it was there in her eyes too. Trust—she was starting to trust him
properly just a little, enough for the level of play he intended for her first
day.

He sat on the edge of the bed. While he had every intention
of burying his cock in her pussy before long, he wanted to start familiarizing
her with his touch—there was no part of her body that did not belong to him.

“Your body is mine now, Beth,” he began, his voice low and
sensuous. “Each of your toes, your feet,” he laid his palm on her instep. “You
have beautiful feet and I especially like your ankles, since one of them
brought us to this wonderful place. Your legs— Now what can I say about your
legs? From now on you will only wear stockings in the office—for a long time
I’ve thought your legs were made for them.”

His hand played with her pussy again, drawing the sweetest
of moans from her luscious lips. “You’ll get used to my touching you here,
Beth, because I intend to touch you a lot. I’ll teach you to control your
orgasm so that it serves my pleasure.

“And so there are no surprises in the future, I also intend
to teach your anus to take my cock. Don’t be afraid, Beth. That too will give
both of us great pleasure.”

His hand massaged her belly, savoring its softness and
curves. To his mind, any man who preferred skinny women with no breasts had to
be out of his ever-loving mind—not when there were women like Beth around.

“Do you know how sensual and erotic it is to have a woman
with a figure like yours? You have beautiful breasts.” He flicked his finger
across her nipple, felt his body quicken at the way hers jerked in response—then
pinched the bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the little nub of
flesh and watching the areola pucker in response. Jeweled clamps, he thought.
She would look exquisite.

He spread his hand, cupping her breast and squeezing it so
that she arched off the bed. With her head thrown back, the temporary collar
was extremely visible.

His mark of ownership.

Primitive needs boiled in his blood. In one smooth movement
he stood up, shed his jeans and released his erection. From the nightstand
drawer he withdrew a foil packet, tossing it onto the bed where it would be
within easy reach. He freed her wrists from the cuffs and replacing them with
his own hands, pinning her hands to the pillows over her head.

He looked into Beth’s eyes, searching their emerald beauty
for the secrets in her soul. He saw only honesty, a little apprehension and
gentleness before she averted her gaze before her Dom.

He loved her. Dear God above, he loved her. Adam closed his
eyes, letting the emotion wrap itself around him, flood every last part of his
being. The fire of it consumed him. He’d wanted her forever but loving her?
When had that happened? When had she stopped simply being his assistant and
become the woman he loved? It felt like it had always been that way.

Adam went very still—it felt like it had always been that
way simply because it had always been that way. He’d started to love her the
day she started working for him. For an intelligent man, he’d been
spectacularly dim-witted.

He released his hold on her wrists.

“Keep your hands where they are, Beth.” His voice was
steadier than he could have hoped for given the circumstances. “I’m going to
touch you, every part of you. While I touch you you are to lie perfectly still.
You will make no sound unless you need to use a safeword. Nod if you
understand.”

She nodded.

“Now close your eyes.”

He began with the touch of two fingers, laying the back of
the index and middle fingers of his left hand on her chest over her breastbone.
She quivered for a heartbeat then quieted again.

His fingers resumed their journey, moving through the
scented valley between her breasts, rising and falling with each measured
breath she took. He paused there, close to her heart, taking in her calmness
and serenity—attributes that reached out to soothe the darkest, most tormented
parts of his soul.

He adored her breasts, another part of her perfect
imperfection. They were as nature intended and suddenly he was hungry to taste
them.

She gasped when he captured her nipple in his mouth, holding
it lightly between his teeth while his tongue teased the sensitive flesh. That
gasp went straight to his dick, set it twitching to bury itself in her pussy.
Not yet. He wanted to savor her body as he would a fine wine before he took her
slowly and deliberately.

His hands curved possessively around her breasts, gently
squeezing their softness. In spite of his command for her to lie still, she
arched against his touch.