Perfectly Too Far (13 page)

No,
not really.
Resisting
the urge to pout, she bowed her head. “Yes, Master.”

“
Look
at me,” he said, and she lifted her head. Blinking, she
realized his hand was rubbing along the front of his pants, the shape
of his bulge obvious. Her heart skipped a beat, remembering how his
cock had looked when he had been fucking the blonde woman. “Take
care of this for me,” he whispered.

Licking
her lips, Judith reached up with hands that suddenly felt very small.
Gingerly, she rolled them across the front of his trousers, feeling
the firm curve of his manhood pushing against the material eagerly.
The sound of the zipper cut through the air, and though she had seen
it before, she still gasped when his length bobbed into view.

The
head of his cock was wide, plump. She could see it was glistening
with precum already. Glancing up at him, as if for permission, she
wrapped her hand around the base and felt how warm he was. Aiming the
tip at her mouth, she gave an experimental lick.

Onyx
groaned deeply, which made her ripple with pleasure. Feeling a unique
desire to please this man, she slid her tongue down his entire
length, feeling the shape of the veins as they pulsed. He didn't want
to be teased, though, his hands coiled on top of her head.

“
Take
me in your mouth,” he demanded.

Judith
trembled, anxious as she tried to fit him past her wet lips. He was
thick, forcing her to adjust fast as he quickly shoved himself down
her throat with a grunt. She hadn't given many blow jobs in her life,
she recalled how she had always been uptight with her few boyfriends.

With
all the time spent on trying to make it into college, she hadn't
exactly gotten to pursue many relationships as of late, either. If
she had been given an option in any another setting, she would have
avoided going down on a date.

Yet,
here, with Onyx so insistent, she felt herself thrilling over the
idea of pleasing him. He tasted tangy and sweet, her lips electric at
the sensation of him sliding in and out.

If
he wanted to see her skill, he wasn't letting her show it on her own.
His hand gripped hard on her scalp, holding her elegantly tied up
hair, using it for leverage.

Pumping
into her face, he fucked her mouth with little care for how she
handled it. The wildness, the rough way he moved her, it was making
Judith boil with desire. His shaft swelled in her throat, and she
knew he was going to finish.

Will
he let me pull away? Is he going to...

She
understood quickly that he planned to cum in her mouth, the fact
bringing with it both dread, and ecstasy. He held her still, growling
low, raw, as his length began to throb. The seed flowed, thick as
honey down into her belly.

Onyx
pulled free, and she gasped for air, having forgotten she needed
something as common as oxygen.

Wiping
her mouth, trying to gather her thoughts, she felt Onyx petting her
head softly. “Good girl, that was lovely.”

Staring
up at him, her cheeks felt like flames as she struggled to decide if
she should feel pleased by his comment or not. She was spared from
deciding when he reached into his pocket, pulling forth something
small.

She
thought it was a watch.

His
frown was brittle, just the sight of him looking unhappy made her
stomach twist.

“
Hmn.
It seems we're out of time tonight. We'll have to continue this
tomorrow.” Turning back to her, observing her nude form where
she knelt, his lips twisted up on one side. “You
will
come back tomorrow, little Sparrow.”

It
wasn't a question.

“
Yes,
Master.”

The pair returned to the main room together, Judith redressed and
looking no worse on the surface. Inside, she was a turmoil of
confused feelings.

There were many people gathered around, casually talking, while some
even wandered out through the purple curtain. It was obvious the
night was over, the attendants were saying farewells and commenting
on the general event as a whole.

One of the men from earlier, she thought his named had been Helm,
waved Onyx over. He started to move, then turned back to smile at
Judith. “No doubt he wants to talk about how his own training
session went. I'm usually one of the last to leave, don't wait
around. I'll see you next time.” It was curt, but that suited
her just fine.

I need to get out of here, without being spotted by Benedict or
Corbin upstairs.

“
Yes,
Master,” she whispered, waving slightly, moving towards the
curtain. Trying not to appear suspicious, she peered out into the
small room, seeing nothing but the table and clipboard.
I
wonder if Corbin leaves after everyone signs in.

On fast feet, she scurried up the stairs, cracking the red door just
enough to view the mansion's entrance room. It seemed quiet, so she
took the opportunity to slip out, close the portal, and rush up to
her guest room.

Inside,
she almost slammed her door, her breath exploding out.
I
did it, I managed to sneak away again.
Her
smile was proud, but it faltered.
Oh
god, I did it again. What happened down there tonight, what was that?
Why did I go along with it?

Pulling off the mask, she moved to the closet and buried it back in
the chest. That Corbin might find it anywhere else in the room if he
came to clean things was too much of a risk, she'd decided. Peeling
the dress away, she hung that up as well, not sure how to explain why
she had been wearing it.

And what if he recognizes it?

The closet was big enough, and full enough, of so many different
outfits, she figured no one would even notice it had been worn in the
mix. Walking into the private bathroom in only her lingerie, she
caught a glimpse of herself in the full mirror. Her ass still wore
the clear hand prints of a certain Dom.

Wincing, she twisted for a better
look.
I hope that doesn't bruise.

Still, even though she grimaced as she touched the sore area
gingerly, something deep inside of her pulsed with heat. Remembering
the spanking, as well as her lack of release through the entire
debacle, Judith touched her firm stomach and sighed.

That whole event... it was
frustrating, but exciting, too. Will it be like that next time?
She
covered her mouth, thinking of how his seed had tasted.
Oh
god, next time. Am I actually going to go back? What will he do
tomorrow?

The mystery intrigued her, she was curious about what else her
'training' would entail. Closing her eyes, she imagined how his
gloves had felt, how the rope on her wrists had bound her. He'd shown
her how good he could make her feel, and even the punishment had been
arousing.

Is something wrong with me? What
am I thinking? I'm supposed to be here to paint that wall for
Benedict, not to be involving myself in some secret seedy dungeon.
That
thought made her burn with guilt, but it also caused her to ponder a
moment. Why
did
Benedict allow this to go on below his mansion?

What kind of person lets this kind of sexual deviance go on?

None of it made sense to her. Was it possible for Benedict to be even
more involved than just providing the space? Imagining him taking
part, snapping at her... It made her shiver, and she turned towards
the shower to start the water flowing.

No, he isn't the type. He's a
controlling kind of guy, but I can't imagine him being that involved.
But still... what a weird situation.

It
baffled her, and drove her crazy with the fact she couldn't even ask
him about it. The knowledge he'd probably kick her out right away,
denying her the letter she needed, made her feel sick.

Standing in the hot steam, Judith let her wet lashes tickle her
cheeks. The watery vibrations felt good, like a massage on her tense
skin. When it drummed on her sensitive rear cheeks, she flinched but
endured.

No,
she
decided, imagining Benedict's angry blue eyes.
He
can never know that I went down there. He can't know.

She felt her throat, recalling how Onyx had touched her.

Benedict can't ever know that I went... or that I'm going to go
back.

****

Judith woke the next day to the sound of her phone going off.

Groaning, her dreams involving firm gloved hands and whispered words
interrupted, she fumbled around in the dark until she found the cell.
Gripping it, she buried her head under the blankets, mumbling.
“Hello?”

“
Hey,
Judith?”

The voice was familiar, so she sat up with a yawn, her brain slowly
forming a mental picture. “Lorraine, is that you?”

“
In
fact, it is! Haha, hey, I hadn't heard from you in awhile. Thought
I'd just, you know, check in.”

Judith was delighted by the surprise, yet she sensed something in the
woman's voice that seemed frazzled. “It's good to hear from
you. Uh, is everything alright?”

“
Of
course!” Her friend laughed, a hollow sound. “Sorry, uh.
So. I hadn't heard from you, and I just had this weird feeling
something was up. I don't know, maybe I'm crazy, but I wanted to
check in on you to see...”

To see if I ever got in touch
with Benedict.
The
clarity hit her, making her feel a spike of unease. “Right.
You're curious if I ever took Mr. You-Know-Who up on his offer,
aren't you?”

The voice on the line sounded startled, rising in pitch. “What!
No, no, why would you ever—okay, you got me.” Sighing,
Lorraine gave a weak giggle. “I mean, what happened at the
gallery was just strange. Can you blame me for wanting to catch up?”

“
Not
at all,” she smiled, feeling a bit flattered to be on the
girl's mind. “Look, I'm a little busy, but do you want to get
some brunch and catch up?”

“
That
sounds pretty perfect, want me to come to you?”

Judith hesitated, thinking about the clearly stated instructions
about not inviting anyone over without permission.

Do I want to go ahead and just
break every rule?

“
No,
let's meet up elsewhere.”

****

Dressed in one of the nicer, casual outfits from her temporary
closet, a pair of designer jeans and a silk top, Judith stepped out
of the car with Corbin's assistance. Instantly, as she turned around
to look over the small cafe, she saw Lorraine gaping at her through
the window.

Biting back her grin, the red-head waved at her driver as he pulled
away. Her heels, which she was sure cost more than her monthly rent,
clicked across the sidewalk, then the tiled floor of the eatery.

She hadn't even sat down across from Lorraine before the taller woman
blurted out her words. “Did you just have someone drive you
here? Was that your driver?
Do you have a personal driver!?
”

Laughing with chagrin, Judith settled onto the booth and waved her
hands. “No, no, relax. He's only taking me places while I'm
working for Benedict.”

Lorraine lowered her eyebrows, her mouth coiling into an amused
smirk. “Oho! So, you did take the job, then.”

“
I
did, yeah, it was a really good opportunity and...”

Lifting her arms, Lorraine waved her spread fingers to calm her
friend. “No need to explain. It had to be pretty good if it
came with your own chauffeur. What is he having you paint, a whole
collection, just for him?”

“
More
like a wall in his mansion.”

“
His
what?
”

Judith blushed, sipping the water the waiter brought, explaining the
situation. By the time she had told Lorraine about the guest room and
clothes, the girl was openly gawking.

“
Judith,
this guy... he must
really
like you, huh?”

“
Excuse
me?” She choked on her drink, spilling some. “What the
hell do you mean?”

Lorraine rolled her eyes, stirring her ice around idly. “Don't
tell me you didn't realize. Why else would he offer you all of this?”