The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel (6 page)

‘We’ll soon remedy that,’ he promised. ‘Sorry about your dress, by the way. You do look lovely, though – irresistible, in fact. How clever, to come to a fetish club in a wedding dress. It’s the perfect outfit.’

‘Outfit?’ Jasmine replied. ‘This isn’t an outfit. This is my wedding day – or at least, it was supposed to be.’

Chapter Three

Adam closed his eyes in bliss. He lay on his bed, naked, with his morning erection jammed as far down Jasmine’s throat as it would go. She had one hand on his balls and the other between her thighs, kneading him gently and masturbating in a leisurely fashion as she gave him his suck. A moment later he came, deep in her throat, his fifth climax since their hasty if deliciously perverse knee-trembler in the alley. She swallowed, rubbing harder at her clitoris as she took a bellyful of spunk, with Adam now grimacing for his sore and painfully sensitive cock. Only when she’d gone through her shivering, urgent orgasm did he ease her head off his aching erection, to share a grin and a kiss before she laid her head on his chest.

‘And now maybe you’ll tell me what you’ve been up to?’ Adam asked after a while. ‘Starting with why you left some poor bastard at the altar yesterday?’

‘Don’t be mean,’ she answered. ‘I had no choice.’

‘Tell me, then. I’m not judging you, I just want to know.’

‘OK, from the start. Do you know about the Church of Divine Unity?’

‘Never heard of it.’

‘They believe that everybody should unite in one belief, which means their belief. My parents are members, very strict and very ambitious. They believe in arranged marriages, and I was promised to the son of a senior deacon …’

‘Oh, I see. No wonder you weren’t able to go through with it.’

‘Uh-uh, that was ages ago – let me finish. The man I was supposed to marry was called Abel Walsh and he was a horrible, greasy boy, always picking his nose, and I don’t think he ever bathed at all. The Church also believes a woman’s place is in the home, and that she should be obedient to her husband in all things. They’re always saying that, and it’s in the One Gospel, their holy book. I couldn’t bear the thought of marrying him, but he was supposed to reject me if I wasn’t a virgin, so … let’s just say that you were a White Knight in more ways than you knew.’

She snuggled closer as she spoke and Adam felt a sudden flush of pride and a protective urge. Jasmine carried on.

‘I told them but it didn’t work. They didn’t even believe me, and … well, it was all very nasty.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Adam said, ‘but I’m glad you had the strength to rebel. One thing, though, if you were brought up so strictly, how come you’re so …’

‘Dirty?’ Jasmine interrupted.

‘I was going to say free,’ Adam replied, ‘but yes, the way you were when I first met you, at Foxdens.’

‘Books,’ said Jasmine. ‘At The Gatehouse, mainly. I used to spend hours in my grandfather’s old library, reading everything I could, and there were more than a few naughty books in there my parents didn’t know about. Anyway, it’s my nature to be dirty, and free, but despite your best efforts at despoiling me, I was still going to marry Abel Walsh.’

‘If only I’d known. If you’d come to me I’d have tried to help.’

‘I’m sure you would have, but how? It’s not like we were in touch. Anyway, there was one hell of a row, and I wasn’t even allowed down to Devon again, which I’ll never forgive them for. Then came Paul, the man I was supposed to marry yesterday. I met him on the net, because I’m a little bit less stupid than the Church thinks and I managed to crack their security. He’s a singer … well, he wants to be a singer. At present, he works in his parents’ restaurant. The family is Greek.

‘Anyway, by that time I was desperate, with just a few months to go before I had to marry Abel Walsh, even though I’d managed to delay things for much longer than the Church would normally allow. Paul promised to help and he did. I let myself out one night after I’d finished my chores and met him down the road. And I’ve never been back.’

‘But it didn’t work out?’

‘No. It was great at first. I even liked working in the restaurant. But as time went on, he became more and more controlling – in the end, he was as bad as my parents, maybe worse. I had no friends, only his friends, and he’s so jealous. A few days ago, he and his mother had a little talk with me about how, after our wedding, I was to be a dutiful wife and not talk to other men without his say-so. I already felt like a little plastic trophy, on a string around his neck. Yesterday, I chewed through the string.’

‘And ended up at Secret Sinners?’

‘I was in the car, on the way to the church, and there was this queue of people, all in the most amazing outfits, all laughing and joking and showing off. I asked the driver to stop and here I am.’

‘How did you manage to get in? I mean, you wouldn’t have had any money.’

‘There was this guy in a leather coat, called Mark. I got talking to him and he paid for me.’

‘A guy in a leather coat, called Mark? Tall, long leather coat, looks like he’s stepped out of a war games magazine or something?’

‘That’s sounds like him. He was with two girls. Do you know him?’

‘Yes,’ Adam sighed. ‘He is called Mark, but he generally goes by the name of Steelhand. He’s …’ He broke off, irritated, but not wanting to give his true opinion of Steelhand in case it made him seem petty or vindictive. Then he smiled at the thought of how much worse things might have been. ‘Why didn’t you stick with him?’

‘He seemed to know everybody,’ explained Jasmine, ‘and he started to make introductions, just like I was some new pet he’d bought. Why does everybody want to control me?’

The thought of Steelhand being with Jasmine and perhaps even taking her to bed put a hard knot in Adam’s stomach and a sick feeling in his throat –feelings far stronger than he’d have expected.

‘So I said I needed the ladies’ and didn’t come back to him,’ she went on. ‘After that, I just wanted to lose myself in the crowd – until I saw you.’

Adam gave her a squeeze, glad of her capricious nature. Given the timing of things, Steelhand had evidently expected Jasmine to come to their table when she’d finished in the loos, and had presumably been left waiting. This thought gave Adam an almost savage delight, and he laughed out loud as he imagined Steelhand’s growing impatience while all the while the girl he was waiting for was out in the alley being spanked and fucked.

‘What’s so funny?’ Jasmine asked.

Reluctant to express his thoughts, Adam didn’t reply but relaxed back against the pillows, reflecting on what had happened and on how different the reality of Jasmine’s life had been to what he’d imagined. He’d always visualised her as a carefree, almost elemental spirit, while all the time she’d been suffering in ways completely outside his experience.

After a moment she reached down to cup his balls, which she gave a sudden, sharp squeeze. ‘Come on, tell me – what’s so funny?’ she demanded.

‘Hey, that hurt!’ he scolded her. ‘I was thinking about Mark, how he’d have been waiting for you while we were out in the alley, that’s all.’

She squeezed again.

‘I said, that hurts!’

‘So spank me.’

‘I will, when I feel like it, not before.’

‘I bet I could make you.’

‘Maybe, or perhaps I could tie you up, gag you and leave you until I’m ready.’

‘I’d wet the bed.’

‘I’d put you in a nappy.’

‘Ooh, yes please! And you could change me, and spank me with my legs up and my wet nappy underneath me, and powder me, and cream me! But Adam, I thought you were so manly?’

‘Eh? What are you talking about?’

‘Well, if you’re going to put me in a nappy, then you obviously have some adults’ ones in the flat. And you live alone, so they could only be for you. Don’t worry, I don’t mind what you’re into, even …’

She broke off with a squeak as she was hauled across his body. With his hand twisted into her hair to keep her in place, he began to spank her, which set her kicking and writhing across his legs, but even as she gasped and squealed out her pain, she was laughing. Adam just spanked harder, although compared to Caroline’s ample bottom, Jasmine’s felt frail and small, and before long he left off.

‘You see?’ she gasped. ‘I told you I could get you to spank me.’

‘Yes,’ he admitted, ‘but I’ve learned one or two new tricks for dealing with cheeky little brats since we first met, and if you don’t watch your step, I might just introduce you to them.’

‘Yes, please,’ she replied. ‘Do as you like with me.’

He let go of her hair and she quickly moved back, to lay her head on his lap with her bottom pushed out to show off her flushed pink cheeks. She took his cock in her mouth, sucking gently and teasing his balls with her fingernails, a sensation too good to resist despite his tender skin. Reaching down, he began to stroke her hair, then spoke up once more.

‘Do you want to stay with me? You’re more than welcome.’

Jasmine continued to suck, for long enough to leave him wondering if she didn’t want to have to answer his question, then suddenly pulled back.

‘Yes, please,’ she said, her voice now serious. ‘But there’s one thing you have to know, Adam. Nobody owns me. Nobody controls me. I’d love to stay, and the truth is I don’t have anywhere else to go, but if you won’t let me have my freedom, I’m going to leave now.’

She took him back into her mouth and he continued to stroke her hair, which was as much as he wanted to give in the way of an answer.

‘They’re no different from you and me,’ Adam assured Jasmine as they approached the doors to the venue in which the London Fetish Market was being held.

‘That’s what I’m worried about!’ she answered, laughing but plainly nervous.

‘You went into Secret Sinners,’ he pointed out.

‘I didn’t know it was for fetishists,’ she told him. ‘I just saw a lot of people in outrageous costumes who were obviously having a lot of fun – and anyway, they threw me out for being cheeky.’

‘Secret Sinners was really just a commercial venture,’ he admitted, ‘but the people we’re going to meet are genuine, and they’re my friends. You’ll see.’

They reached the door, where Adam paid their entry fee to a girl with a startling pink Mohican haircut and green and black earrings in the shape of snakes. Steps led off to one side, descending into gloom from which rose the scents of leather and incense. Jasmine took Adam’s hand, to his private delight, and allowed herself to be led down into the warren of brick arches and tiny cellar rooms where the market had been set up.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Jasmine slowed and then stopped to stare open-mouthed at the display of multi-coloured jelly dildos on the nearest stall, only to dash forward before the owner could rise from his chair. Her eye had been caught by a stand of corsets, beautifully made and set out in a rainbow, from rich crimson to the deepest purple before moving on to black.

‘These are gorgeous!’ she breathed. ‘And just look at the colours!’

‘Take your pick,’ Adam offered. ‘I think the blue would suit your hair.’

‘It’s like peacock feathers,’ she said, reaching out to touch the corset he’d indicated, as if in disbelief. ‘That is so pretty. Do you really mean I can have it?’

‘As long as you promise to wear it for me,’ he answered.

‘Men, eh?’ the stallholder said to Jasmine. ‘Always trying to find an excuse to get into your knickers.’

‘Jasmine, meet Miss Lace, otherwise known as Arabella, or Lady Elizabeth Garland when she’s doing re-enactment. You’ll find everybody here has at least two names. Hi, Arabella, do you have the peacock blue corset in Jasmine’s size?’

‘Let’s see,’ said Arabella. ‘Come in behind, Jasmine.’

There was no mistaking the interest in Arabella’s voice, nor the meaningful glitter in her eye, but Adam decided against pointing out that Jasmine was new to fetish and presumably to the idea of dominant and predatory lesbians. If anything, the idea of Jasmine being stripped down and touched up by the tall, commanding Arabella was rather appealing, in strong distinction to his feelings for Steelhand giving her the same treatment. He was also very sure that Jasmine could look after herself, as her history seemed to confirm.

She certainly didn’t seem to be in any immediate need of assistance, to judge by the giggles coming from the curtained-off area at the back of Arabella’s stall, and Adam made for the bar, keen to quench his thirst. It had been late morning before they’d finally got out of bed, and gone noon by the time he’d been down to the local Sunday street market to get her some clothes. He’d felt more than a little self-conscious buying girls’ panties and a loose dress, and glad that she was sufficiently petite to leave no doubt at all in the stallholders’ minds that the articles were not for himself. When told of his concerns, Jasmine had found the idea hilarious, leading to another spanking and yet more sex, which had left Adam wondering how much longer he could last.

He’d been meaning to go to the market in any case, to explain what had happened at Secret Sinners to Elaine, Caroline and others, while incidentally showing Jasmine off. There was also a good chance that Steelhand would be there, which brought him mixed feelings, but he was determined not to allow his choices to be influenced by the other man. None of those he was looking out for were at the bar, but as he took the bottles of ice-cold beer he’d ordered for Jasmine and himself, a familiar voice spoke from behind him. Elaine.

‘Adam? What happened to you last night?’

‘I got thrown out of the club. For defending a lady’s honour. We went back to my flat.’

Mark was also there, behind Elaine, with one arm draped casually across Caroline’s shoulders. He spoke up immediately.

‘The idea is to ensure that her honour stays intact, not to give her a dose of the same medicine.’

‘She’s an old friend,’ Adam told Elaine, ignoring Mark. ‘Here she is now.’

He couldn’t help but smile as he nodded towards the approaching Jasmine. She was stark naked but for the brilliant blue corset, with her high breasts pushing up from the cups and the blonde down that covered her sex showing beneath its hem. As she came close to them she gave a twirl, showing off her bottom and making her long hair float out around her. Then she kissed Adam.

‘This is my friend, Jasmine,’ he said, putting an arm around her shoulder. ‘Jasmine, I’d like you to meet Elaine and Caroline. And Mark I think you’ve already run into.’

‘Enchanted nevertheless,’ Mark responded, dipping down to kiss Jasmine’s hand. ‘You did well, Mr Mistoffelees. Have a gold star.’