Returning to Her Master

“I saw some of the activities you offer.” Her smile teased, but she wondered if that was the norm for him and Jack.

“You mean Morgan and Jack’s engagement party? That was a private gathering with a few of our closest friends. We do cater to BDSM groups from all over and reserve certain time slots for them and equip the cabins and club room accordingly as well as planning outdoor activities in the warmer weather. Other times, our guests are families wanting a vacation in the mountains.”

The young waitress returned with their salads, her eyes on Marc as she leaned closer to him than necessary to set his bowl down. “Ranch dressing, right?”

“Right, darlin’. Thank you.”

Hating the irrational stab of jealousy poking her, Cassie mustered up a polite expression, thanked her for the salad then resumed their conversation, ignoring Marc’s knowing look. “You must stay busy. Are you booked now?”

“You want to know what kind of group we have checked in this week? Just regular folks. But we have a small BDSM group coming in next weekend. I’ll expect you to attend the gatherings if you’re not working,” he warned her, letting her know up front what she was getting into.

“As long as I’m with you, that’s fine by me. I mean that.”

Their food arrived and their conversation turned to mundane topics until it was time to go. After instructing her to follow him, Marc led the way out of town and back to Bear Creek Lodge. The possessive look that crossed her face when Darla flirted with him pleased him more than it should have, more than he wanted. Between that response and picturing some of the outdoor activities he’d like to indulge in with her had him impatient to get inside her again.

Morgan’s soft cries following the distinct sound of slapping flesh greeted them as he ushered her into the loft. Grinning at the blush creeping over her face, he led her to his bedroom. “Bathroom’s there,” he said, pointing to his left. “You’ve got five minutes.”

A little nervous, a lot excited, Cassie wasted no time using the facilities, eager to get naked with him again. Their quick fuck two weeks ago had been thrilling, but she longed for skin to skin contact. The burgundy and navy color scheme she noted in his bedroom carried through into the large bathroom with its double sink vanity and glass-enclosed walk-in shower. Her body quickened as she pictured the two of them together under the multiple showerheads. She hadn’t expected him to welcome her with open arms, but his reluctance to take up with her again, have her in his personal space made it difficult to keep a positive attitude. Leaving the bathroom, she swore she’d make the most out of whatever time he gave her.

His back was to her as he rummaged inside an oak armoire so she took a quick look around his room, her bare feet sinking into plush wine carpeting she knew would be warm in the winter months. Floor-to-ceiling windows bracketed the four-poster king-size bed that dominated the room. Two wide, overstuffed armchairs sat facing a large screen television on the opposite side of the bed, but it was the floor-to-ceiling mirrors covering the other wall that held her attention.

Marc turned, his eyes meeting her wide-eyed look in the mirror. “I like to watch and I want you to see yourself as I do.”

His simple, direct statement did nothing to ease the tight ball of tension knotting her stomach. “I don’t think I’d like that,” she replied with just as much candor.

“But if I tell you to watch in the mirror, you’ll do it, won’t you, Cassie?”

Spoken with soft authority, his words were more of an order than a question, one she wouldn’t rock the shaky boat they were in over. “Yes, sir.”

“Thank you. Now, strip.”

Cassie removed her clothes under his watchful eyes and by the time she stood naked before him, her nipples had puckered into tight, pointed peaks and her bare folds glistened with arousal she couldn’t hide. His vivid green eyes took in every inch of her before he patted the turned-down bed.

“Hop up, darlin’, and lie in the middle.”

Her few concerns flew the coop when he straddled her body and raised her right arm to attach a wrist cuff before doing the same to her left. When he ordered her to spread her legs, she couldn’t help but look down her quivering body and note the embarrassing way her folds separated along with her legs, revealing the pink wet flesh of her vagina. After he attached cuffs around each ankle, leaving her spread-eagled and vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do, he picked up the other pillow.

“Lift your hips.”

His calm instructions brooked no argument and, as before, she found herself grateful for his take-charge attitude. All she had to do was obey and enjoy the thrill it gave her.

Tucking the pillow under her buttocks, he then sat back and viewed his handiwork. Responding to his heated look, her stiff nipples pointed straight up, the soft mounds of her breasts laying softly on her chest. Her long, slender legs lay sprawled wide, her hips elevated, putting her mound on prominent display, her breath quickening when he stared with frank openness at her pink, glistening flesh.

Running one finger down her seam, a small grin tugged at his lips. “Cassie, darlin’, if you don’t quit biting your lip, I’ll be forced to punish you.”

Cassie released her lip, her still sore buttocks clenching in protest. Sucking in a deep breath, she watched him dip his head and take a slow lick up the middle of her slit. Unprepared for the searing heat of instant pleasure, she strained against her bonds in a vain attempt to get closer to him, her hips jerking against his mouth.

With a sigh, Marc moved back and shook his head at her. “I see you’re not going to behave.” Reaching over the side of the bed, he drew out a middle strap and tightened it over her hips, right above her bare mound. “There, now you have to lie still and take whatever I dish out.”

“I need to move,” she protested without thought. “I need to… ouch!” The sudden sting from his

sharp slap on the bare flesh of her labia cut off her words and her breath.

“I know what you need, and I’ll give it to you when I’m ready and not before. Now, where was I?” Settling between her legs again, he used his thumbs to spread her pink-tinged folds further apart, fully exposing her.

Combined embarrassment and arousal had her whimpering as he dipped his dark head and soothed the burn from his slap with his tongue before delving inside her. Her first instinct to arch against his marauding mouth met with restraint and sent her arousal soaring. She remembered a similar response when they were together in Omaha, a response she searched for and couldn’t find when she returned to that club and agreed to be tutored by Master Greg. Shoving aside memories she wanted to forget, she let her mind and body drift on the pleasure of Master Marc’s mouth.

The touch of his lips, the stroke of his tongue, and the nibble of his teeth on the bare skin of her pussy sent her into a storm of ecstasy unlike anything she’d experienced before. It shocked her how much more she could feel without hair and vowed she’d keep herself denuded if this was the reward she got for the pain of waxing. She turned her head from the carnal picture of his face between her tethered thighs, only to encounter the shocking, equally carnal image of herself in the mirror with her hips elevated, all the focus on her uplifted mound. Slamming her eyes shut, she ceased to think as he assaulted her with his tongue, his fingers joining in the fray inside her to bring her to a fever pitch. Stroking that one spot sure to set her off, he rooted out her clit with his lips, drawing on the tight knot of nerves with deep suction. Unable to fight the dual assault, a cry slipped past her compressed lips, her body shaking with repeated, strained attempts to move against him. Small tremors heralding an impending climax rippled through her, built to tight clutches when he inched a finger into her anus. Before she could go over into a full-blown orgasm, he inched back, releasing her clit as he pulled with torturous slowness from her body to leave her shaking in frustration.