Cirque Du Minuit (Cirque Masters 1)

“You don’t do things halfway, Kelsey,” he finally said. “You’ve got Theo at your feet, and now Lemaitre.”

Kelsey shook her head. “No. Neither one of them is at my feet. I don’t think so.”

He gave her a searching look. “Last night... You really were enjoying it, weren’t you? If I thought you weren’t, I would have stepped in. Fuck Michel and Theo. I would have stopped them.”

“I wanted to be there,” she said. “I mean, I was scared and freaked out in the moment, but... I really like it, Jason. The dominance and submission. The power exchange, the whole fantasy underworld. I know you were trying to warn me away from it.”

“Maybe I underestimated your strength. Because, as you saw, they don’t do it halfway around here.” He leaned forward on his knees and took a deep breath. “But you know, you can always walk away if you want. Theo is a pretty intense guy, and Lemaitre--”

“I know.”

“There’s always a way out. You’re not a real slave, not to them or anyone else. You do all this by choice.” He gave her a look. “Right, Kelsey?”

She took his hand and squeezed it. “You were always a great coach. A little overbearing, but…”

“Hey!”

“All good coaches are. Oh, guess what? I’m off the Licky Stix.”

“Really?”

“Theo took them away from me when I made him stop smoking.”

Jason stared. “You made Theo stop smoking? Jesus, I’ve missed a lot. So much craziness down here in Marseille.”

They shared another good laugh. It was a relief to know the night before hadn’t done anything to threaten their closeness. “How long before you head back to Paris?” she asked.

Jason looked at his watch. “About five minutes. I know you have an appointment to make.” He paused. “I could offer a little more coaching, but…”

“Awkward.”

“Yeah.” He brushed his thumb across the back of her hand and let it go. “If you ever need anything, Paris isn’t that far away.”

“I know, Jason. Thank you.

“Now,” he said. “You’d better get moving. You don’t want to know what he’ll do to you if you’re late.”

*** *** ***

Kelsey suffered the indignity of being made to wait outside Le Maître’s office for him to sodomize her. His secretary shot her occasional glances. It’s the circus. Everyone knows. Maybe the secretary didn’t know. Her glances were more concerned than lurid. Kelsey probably broadcast quite a bit of nerves.

She was dressed in a sedate black dress and a cardigan sweater with little bows. Underneath her dress she wore black thigh high stockings and pink satin panties with polka dots. She didn’t have a lot of fancy clothes. But then, it wasn’t like he was taking her out to dinner.

The secretary took a call and then looked up at Kelsey.

“Mademoiselle, Monsieur Lemaitre will see you now.”

Kelsey looked at the clock. Five on the dot. She thanked the secretary in a choked whisper and let herself through the frosted glass door. Michel Lemaitre didn’t look up or stop working on the document in front of him. Kelsey waited by the wall, her hands clasped before her, and studied him.

Even in his tailored suit, behind a desk, he embodied the power and charisma of the organization he fronted. The power and charisma of the man she’d known last night. His fingers tapped quickly at his laptop, his blazing eyes intensely focused. Finally, after five minutes or so, he looked up at her.

Her knees felt wobbly. One glance from the man sent her tumbling into subspace, all the scenes and interaction of the night before crowding her memories. “Come, Miss Martin,” he said. “Stand before me.”

Kelsey walked over, sucking in a deep breath. Lemaitre--or Le Maître as she thought of him now--stood to his full height, a foot above her. He tilted her chin up and held it between firm fingers. His eyes met hers and she was so relieved she had nothing to confess. And she wouldn’t have anything to confess, not all week. She couldn’t bear the terror.

“Have you made yourself come? Have you given yourself pleasure since we spoke last?”

She was already shaking her head. “No. No, Master.”

“Have you wanted to?”

Oh, God. “Yes, Master.” She wanted to right now. He stirred up so many emotions in her. Arousal, shame, agitation, worshipful lust. “I--I wanted to, but I didn’t.”

His eyes softened a bit then, roved over her face. “Because you wanted to be a good girl. Because submissive girls obey and put Master’s wants first.”

It wasn’t a question, so Kelsey didn’t answer. He reached down and pushed a hand up her skirt. His fingers slid inside her panties, exploring her slick warmth. He made a sound and she shifted to give him more access. She was so wet--it was humiliating. He looked at her thoughtfully. “How difficult it must be for you. And the week is only beginning.”

Her vision blurred. Her lips started to tremble. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to grind against his hand, to relieve the sexual tension tormenting her. But that would have defeated the purpose of all this. She shouldn’t even be having these thoughts. She was a failure.

“What’s the matter, ma petite?” he asked, still teasing her clit.

“This is...this is just so hard. I want to be good, but...what if I can’t do it?”

“As I said, it takes practice. And you have to want it, really want it.”

She nodded, too overcome to speak. He ran his fingers across her dampened cheeks.

“These tears...they are ungodly beautiful. How does Theo deal with you when you cry?”

Kelsey swallowed hard. “He--he ignores me.”

“Ah. He is a heartless beast. He doesn’t deserve your devotion. But when do we ever? Come.”

Apparently the time for talk was finished. He turned her toward the door and bent her face down over his desk, pushing up the skirt of her dress. He pulled her panties down to rest against the tops of her stockings, and gave her ass a little slap. “You gymnasts,” he murmured. “What an ass.”

She heard the sounds of his belt unbuckling, his pants dropping to the floor. The tearing of a condom wrapper, and the cap of a bottle flipped open. “Open your cheeks for me,” he said. “Hold them open until I’m inside. You must let me in, mignonne. It will hurt more if you resist.”

“Yes, Master.”

Theo had taught her that, but then Theo was not quite as large. She reached back in horny, abject humiliation to spread her cheeks. Tears leaked from her eyes, soaking Le Maître’s desk. He spread lube against her hole, working it in with rough fingers. It already hurt. Before she could panic, his hand was on her back, holding her still, his other hand pressing his cock forward.

She braced and panted through the pain. He went slowly, letting her adjust, but it felt terrifying, like being split in two. At the height of the torment, when the head of his cock was fully breaching her, she cried out in misery. He pulled her hair back and chided her. “Hush. You must be grateful I’m being gentle with you. Thank me properly.”

“Thank you, Master,” she gasped. “For being gentle with me.”

“Does it feel good, girl?”

“No, Master.”

“Excellent.”

Those were the last words they exchanged. He took her hands and trapped them at her back and rode her ass, in and out, in and out, for what felt like ten minutes. When she started to whimper from the sore ache, he added more lube and kept going. Finally, she heard him gasp and sigh, and drive into her with sudden violence. She went still, impaled by his cock, feeling the tremors of his body against the backs of her thighs. And God...oh God. She was so turned on at that moment.

Le Maître pulled out. “Stay,” he ordered. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned a minute later to yank up her panties and pull down her skirt. She felt sticky and dirty as he drew her upright again. “Tomorrow at five o’clock, Miss Martin. In the meantime, don’t forget the lesson you’re supposed to be learning.

”

As if she could. She walked home and took a long, hot shower. Her hands made fists to resist touching herself. What he’d done to her hadn’t felt good, but she was turned on from the perversity of it, the objectification. She had survived the first encounter with Le Maître, but that was about all she had to be thankful for. Theo forced her to eat dinner although she had no appetite, and over dinner, made her relate her entire experience in Le Maître’s office. By the end he was rock hard and Kelsey was horny again too.