Chapter Sixteen

Their first night at the cottage, Jack led her naked into the soft evening light, to a post that held bird feeders and hanging baskets in summer. With nothing hanging from the hooks that were drilled into the hard wood, the purpose of the post became ominously clear, and had Jeni’s sex juice leaking down her thigh. She squirmed as he pushed her forward.

Despite the places available to tie her down, he didn’t bother with ropes and cuffs this time.

“I’m trusting you to hang on,” he said. “Don’t let me down.”

“No, Sir.”

“The only thing I need from you this week is your surrender. And let me be clear with you about what the means.” By the time he said that, she was visibly trembling with anticipation, although she did not expect what came next when he tersely ordered, “Open your mouth, slave.” Her mouth gaped wide, into which he shoved a thick wooden stick about eight inches long. Something he found lying on the ground and dusted off. He tied leather laces around the ends of the stick and secured it in place, knotting them together behind her neck.

The move wasn’t subtle and his meaning was clear. The gag reduced her. It set them apart as Master and slave. But any act that took her down to the low place she was in that moment was a sacred one she welcomed.

The flogging that followed was rough, although she was soaring into subspace nirvana before it even began. There was hardly a thought in her mind again until it was over, and strangely very little pain that she’d remember. Her high was the mind fuck, and she needed no more than that to make this first night one she’d not forget.

He asked nothing from her afterwards, other than to settle herself in the cottage, make herself at home, he said, while he took care of things in the lab.

“You want me dressed or naked?” she asked.

“Clothes are fine,” he said, then he walked off toward his laboratory.

***

He fucked her every night for the first four days. Nothing elaborate or particularly kinky about the sex but his cock, her cunt, a lot of oral, and a lot of kissing afterwards when they were lying together in bed. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

During those days, they popped popcorn, baked chocolate fudge cookies – rather she baked cookies in her birthday suit and apron, while he watched and smoked a joint. They drank champagne. Rum and Cokes. Smoked a little weed, then watched old color cartoons on his widescreen TV – which he’d just installed. Later, she painted her nails bright red while listening to Jack’s stories about the outrageous exploits of his youth – crashing cars in the Arizona desert; a road trip through redneck bars in the South with his two best friends; days sailing on Lake Michigan in the middle of summer with plenty of booze and girls. He’d led a much wilder life than she had.

One evening, they watched the original black and white version of It Happened One Night, laughing through the entire thing while splayed out on the couch, jockeying for the most comfortable position. For awhile that night, she sank to the floor between his feet and coddled his cock with her mouth. It was determined not to rise. They’d fucked hard just an hour before, but she felt enough life rising from his organ to take some triumph in the results of her efforts.

She told him stories about her months with Sam, what was good, and ugly and painful in that rough six months; about the uproarious laughter of two old friends, the sobbing in sadness; about when she and Sam danced together when the news about her condition was terribly bad and how they cried with relief when the news was good.

He let her talk while tears streamed down her cheeks. And when they heard the Lennon’s Stand By Me from their night at The Tivoli playing on the radio, they got up and danced again like they did that night months before, like they did when they were in high school.

She wondered what it would have been like if they’d met then.

But she didn’t wonder about that long. He’d found Animal House on TCM and they laughed until their sides ached. Later that night, they danced to Janis Joplin, Joe Cocker and classic oldies she’d never heard. The laughter returned as they stumbled over each other’s feet and finally sank back to the couch exhausted.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, he took her for a boat ride around the lake. She’d been curious to see the far shore. It was a warm day and she wore nothing but a sundress and her collar. Halfway around the lake, he stopped the boat, letting it drift in the slow current.

He eyed her carefully, inspecting her as if he were deciding what to do with her, then finally said, “Take off the dress.”

“Really?” She sat back, alarmed. “You really mean that?”

“Now what do you think?”

“Okay.” She hesitated a moment, stared about, looking for signs of human life on the shore, which was not far away, then finally satisfied that she was relatively safe from gawking eyes – there were only a handful of rustic cabins near the shore – she pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it to the bottom of the boat.

Jack smiled, threw her a bottle of sunscreen then helped her cover her body with cream. When he finished, he started up the motor and continued their trip around the lake.

The gentle breeze and intermittent sunshine danced off Jeni’s naked skin, making her shiver one minute and hot the next. When the sun shone down it seemed as if every inch of her body was erotically charged, reminding of her of the times she’d sunbathed nude on her parents private porch, body awash in sunshine, flesh prickly and on fire, until her hand found her pussy wet, and she brought herself off. Now, right out in the open, before God and who knows what else, she was self-conscious every second, every moment afraid that someone would emerge from the woods and watch the boat drift by, with her in it.

She watched Jack’s face, the hint of satisfaction on his lips.

“You’re liking this, aren’t you?” she accused, “the fact I’m so goddamn nervous out in the open.”

“I am.” His eyes gave off a wicked gleam. “You know I could just park this boat most anywhere and take you into the woods anywhere along the lake.”

Was he hinting about his next move or was this just another mind fuck? “And why would you do that?” she wondered aloud.

“Because you’d do it for me, even if you didn’t like it.”

“I suppose you’d be shoving me against a tree and screwing me.”

“Maybe. Or I might just march you to a neighbor’s house and present you as my slave.”

She couldn’t tell if he was serious or kidding. She had to hope that he was only trying to rattle her, which he had.

When they returned to the dock after their lazy trip around the lake; she hopped from the boat, and jogged quickly toward the cottage. She wasn’t trying to run away; just lure him away from the beach. As she hoped, he rapidly made up the distance between them and pushed her into the grass.

“You trying to get me riled?” he asked. Their eyes met in a hard stare. He wasn’t really serious, was he?

“I might be,” she answered evasively.

“I don’t think you want to be doing that, slave.” There was enough of a threat in his warning for her to end the teasing come-on.

Although, in a move she did not expect, he lifted her to her feet, tore off his clothes, and the two went skinny dipping to cool off.

Just before dinner they fucked in the cottage – in bed, with Jack on top and Jeni below, missionary style, though there was nothing pious about this fuck. His body bore down on her with the firmness of his muscled chest and strong thighs, and all that testosterone powered masculinity conquering and consuming her body as his slammed into hers. What could be more masterful than that? In spite of the kinky tease in the boat, the sex was basically vanilla, just as it had been the previous two days. Vanilla was beginning to feel almost normal now. Though there was always that kinky feeling rising up from normal, demanding attention like a nagging kid. The next day, his students would arrive and she’d have to fit herself back into the clothes of respectability while Jack would have to shape his attitude to fit the new mood at the cottage; although, he rarely varied in his demeanor, being the same rooted bastard no matter what company he kept – just another variation on a familiar theme. With her, he was Master. With his students, he was the tough mentor, the exacting professor. With either one, he held a figurative whip in hand making sure his subordinates behaved according to his wishes. He had to be a happy man, even if there were things that still troubled him.

That fourth night, after dinner, after the lights were out, he pulled her on top of him, and for a long while she laid there with his cock inside her cunt, and her body rocking side to side in a sensuously erotic rhythm. Her juicy snatch enjoyed the feel of his hard muscle deep inside her body. They were in a place they’d never been, where she’d never been at all. A dreamy, sexy place, flesh to flesh, moving back and forth with her hips pressed tightly against his. They enjoyed their lingering kisses, and moments when her head tucked down to the crook of his neck and she kissed and nibbled the smooth flesh there.

His hands moved over her skin, down her sides and along her breasts. Then for a time, he held the fleshy mounds tightly in his palms until finally he released them and continued with the fervent massage. His firm caress opened her wide, as his cock grew hard inside her. She could feel the steady pulse of his sexual energy, the very substance of the man that extended to the depths of this exquisite moment. And then, when she least expected it, her slow, rising arousal crescendoed into a subtle, yet strangely powerful climax. Her pussy squeezed down on his organ, drawing him even deeper inside her. He came as she clenched, with their bodies moving in a synchronous rhythm that was smooth and fluid and felt like love. As his cum filled her pussy, she felt bathed and reborn. Never had sex been quite like this.

“Oh my, what have you done to me?” she purred in his ear, in awe of what had just transpired.

He seemed as amazed as she was, but he had no explanation as to how or why that happened now. Some things happen without a master plan – maybe most things do.

When she moved down to his side, she lay back wondering exactly what he’d done to her with those roving hands, how she’d cum on something as subtle as touch alone. Thankfully, the question didn’t require an answer because she knew she wouldn’t have one.

That night, he spooned her from behind, with her ass nestled into his warm crotch. Moonlight glared into the room from the window above them and lit the room with a mellow glow. It had been a good day and a good night. All four days had been perfect. Settling and soothing. An easy kind of fun without the hot heat of something savage and sexually raw. Maybe he didn’t think she could take it, but in all honesty, after such a lengthy absence from this special part of her life, she would have taken anything he offered her. This time it was kindness, subtlety and playfulness, something easy and without stretching limits, heading for boundaries that might be tough to breach. Was he holding out on her, hoping she might beg for something rough and kinky? She tossed the idea aside. He was kind because she needed a little kindness now and she was grateful that he realized that.

Jack seemed to need her kindness in return.

They cuddled in close, Jeni wiggling her ass against him, relishing the peace that descended in that lazy afterglow of sex. There was music coming from somewhere far off. They’d forgotten to turn off the radio, although Jeni liked the bluesy sound behind the dreamy end of the day. It fit the languorous mood at the end of the day.

When finally broke the silence, it took a moment for Jeni to gather her wits and take in his words. His arm was around her waist and when tenderly kissed the back of her neck, she never felt so close to him. Everything seemed sweetly blissful at that late hour, but when he began to speak she could tell by the solemn tone of his voice that he was speaking from a private place inside him that rarely opened to her. In words that didn’t come easy, he candidly disclosed a piece of his past she never would have expected to hear. “She ran out on me near the end, got pregnant by another man she said she loved.” He was talking about his ex-wife. Jeni couldn’t see his eyes, and wouldn’t know what pain would appear within them. But perhaps that was as it should be; he might never have made the disclosure otherwise. She lay motionless as he continued. “She returned and asked me to take her back. Said she realized how much she still loved me. I couldn’t believe she had the balls to even suggest it. There was no going back for me.” There was no bitterness in his voice. He was stating facts, nothing more than that. This was something that he wanted her to know; Jack cracking open the door to his inner life. She knew the door would likely close again, and not reopen until something else moved him as deeply as this painful wound.

She couldn’t help but feel the hurt behind his disclosure. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” she said after a time. What else could she say?

He didn’t say a word, but his hold on her tightened, and he drew her closer to his chest and kissed the top of her head. He wouldn’t speak of this again, but she was glad that he trusted her enough to tell her.

Jeni gazed at the moonlit wall before her, the streaking shadows, the occasional flicker of leaves, black in reflection. She heard him breathing behind her, felt his breath tickle her neck, and the heat of his crotch pouring into her. What he gave her in moments like this was something rooted, substantial and endlessly comforting. One of the things she loved most of all about him.

She wondered if he’d ever tell her he loved her, and what she’d say if he did.

***

Three days later…

The morning light was as subtle as the night. The day had only begun to peek through the veil of clouds above, and those clouds would disperse as soon as the sun was up.

Jeni sat on the bed watching Jack get ready. He showered and shaved, bowing to convention for the sake of his students, leaving at midday, who needed an appropriately professorial send off. He was nothing but professional in his academic role, a persona he wore whenever he was dealing with his students. Their presence at the lake house created a distance between Jack and Jeni that hadn’t been there when they were alone. But after four days of having him entirely to herself, she couldn’t complain. She put her mind into her own work to keep busy and her thoughts engaged. But now, with his students leaving, she couldn’t wait to be alone with him again.

As she watched him dress, she admired his muscled shoulders and firm ass, and the way he moved with a certain manly grace. She wanted to tackle him to the bed and fuck him right then. “Are you sure I can’t fix you breakfast?” she asked.

“Nope. I’ll grab an apple for now. I’ll be in later. You can fix me something then. I want to get these guys on the road before ten.”

“I thought they’d be here ’til noon?”

“There’s no need for them to stay any longer. I’m on vacation,” he smiled, warmly. “Time to get back to abusing you.”

She giggled, seeing the first crack in his professional attitude, which was a welcome sight.

“No more mild-mannered master?” she asked.

“Aren’t you getting a little restless for something more?”

The way his eyes flashed, her body turned on. “Well, now that you mention it, I am a little restless. You do get wrapped up in your projects when you’re working.”

“But that’s done for now. Just you and me.”

“And your chains, cuffs and leather belt…”

His eyes narrowed with the reminder. “I’d suggest you wear your collar. Just to be sure you’re in the mood when I’m ready.”

“Yes, sir.” She smiled broadly.

The thought of all the pent-up sexual energy between them finally getting its say had her giddy. She was squirming now with her libido all charged up. “And pick up this place,” he added as he looked around, “getting a little messy.”

“Yes, sir.”

Once he was out the door, she threw a sundress over head, put the collar around her throat, and tore through the cottage, making it spic and span.

***

For the three days remaining on their vacation, Jeni made herself ready for her master, any time he wanted her – on the porch, hanging from the rafters in chains, thrust over the back of a rickety chair in his woodshed, crawling blindfolded through the lab on hands and knees – thankful to be wearing jeans to cushion them from the hardwood floor. Anywhere he wanted to use her, she surrendered. Although there was a little more kink involved now, Jack wasn’t rough with her, or demanding, not the hardcore master he could be. There was no pain, no stretching limits, no need to cry for mercy.

The morning before their departure, he stopped her on his way out the door to check something on the boat.

“Jeni.” She was washing the breakfast dishes, and turned to him when he spoke.

“Sir?”

“I invited Malcolm and Erik over for dinner and cards tonight. You can be the fourth.”

“Cards?” Really? Her nervous jitters suddenly kicked in.

“You have a problem with that?”

“No. Not at all,” she replied, although there was little conviction behind her words. “But Erik? I haven’t met him, have I?”

“Nope. But you will tonight.”

Her mind flashed through a dozen possibilities for the evening – none that had even been in her mind just moments before. She was agitated and troubled, and Jack eyed her suspiciously. “Something bothering you?”

“Not a thing. I just remember the last time I saw Malcolm.” She blushed.

“Don’t worry. I figured we’d keep it vanilla tonight.”

“Really?”

He watched her closely, too closely to find comfortable and her agitation expanded. She nervously fidgeted with the hem of her shorts as Jack cocked his head, gazing at her intently as if something didn’t quite compute. “You’re not disappointed, are you?”

She shrugged self consciously, trying not to smile. “Well,” she hedged a little, “if you wanted to make something more of it…”

She couldn’t finish, but he got her meaning. “I can make more of it,” he said. “I just assumed that you weren’t ready for anything too challenging.”

“Challenging? That almost sounds ominous. Why don’t you tell me what exactly ‘challenging’ would be? If you were going to challenge me.”

“Depends on what I want and what feels right at the moment.”

“And what might feel right?” My, this was a delicate dance.

He looked her over carefully, then stepped forward and ran his hand along her arm. His regard for her was so obvious that she quaked inside to feel the object of such intense consideration. Her legs felt like jelly; her pussy wet enough to feel the stickiness between her thighs. All her sexual fires had suddenly lit up like the 4th of July – sexy, vanilla fun had been as much as she wanted over the last week, but there was always that little slut girl inside her that wanted something more, and that little slut was speaking clearly now. “Well, let’s see – if there hadn’t been a six months hiatus – what would I do?” That is what you’re asking?”

“It is,” she nodded. The anxious feeling had worked its way through every nerve until she was literally vibrating inside.

“Well, the next time we were here, I planned to pick up where we left off with Malcolm last time, which means,” he paused as if he was still unsure of this, “I order you to strip off your clothes and present yourself to him.”

He saw her shudder.

“I guess that turns you on.” He just kept staring; while her apprehensions continued to mount.

“I am.”

“There’d be Malcolm’s hands on you. From there, not sure. I’ll decide how much, how far.” Nerves. Arousal. Lust. Fear. All converged in a matter of seconds. “You understand, none of this was on my mind when I asked you here this week. I figured it was too soon, after the long lapse. But…” those brown eyes just kept staring intently into her, “you’re not the woman I brought here eight days ago, are you?”

She slowly shook her head. “I don’t think so. You’ve been patient and gentle. That’s meant a lot. It’s been very healing. But now?” She bit her lip, afraid, but still eager to say what was on her mind. “I’m dying for more kink. I think if something doesn’t happen tonight, as horny as I am now, I’m going regret it.” She could barely breathe.

“Just want to know you’re ready.”

“Well, there’s no getting ready for something like this, there’s only surrendering to it. I’m ready to surrender, Sir. I’ve been ready for a long time.”

She could almost see his mind taking off in a flight of fancy, making plans, perhaps. Though he was tough to read, as usual. “You brought the silver charm?” he finally asked.

“I did.”

“Then go get it.”

She returned to the bedroom to find the jewelry bag with the engraved disc inside and bought it back to Jack inside her fist. She dropped it in his hand.

“You ready to be my slave again?”

“I never stopped being your slave.”

He fixed her with one keen eye. “I could quibble with that, but I appreciate the thought. Come here.”

They moved toward the sofa where Jack sat down and Jeni, standing in front of him, lowered her jeans and panties without any prompting, presenting him with her freshly shaved pussy.

He held up the tag for her to see. “You understand this means I own you?”

“Yes, Master, I do.”

“Then no taking it off again without permission – just as I ordered you before.”

“No, Sir, not again. I made a mistake not discussing this with you first – just like with the nipple ties.”

“I let this go because of the circumstances. But that’s not going to happen again.”

“Understood.” The look in his eyes, the tone of voice – he meant what he said.

Pulling out a dining room chair, he sat down and drew her close. Reaching between her legs he toyed with her labia and clit. The delicate touch of his fingers fired up her body – as if it needed more stimulation. And then the charm was back in place. His face darkened. And when he yanked down on that dangling ID tag, she sensed a scowl behind it. Her body seized up and she turned her head away.

“Look at me.”

She looked back, immediately assaulted by his fierce eyes. He projected a firmer authority than she’d felt in days. They’d taken the brakes off at last, and as much as it made her tremble, as much as she was afraid, she felt alive with him. Back to the thrilling normal of Master/slave. No more Mr. Nice guy – no more wounded slave. At least at that moment.

“Go get a pillow; I want you on your knees where you belong.”

Jeni grabbed a pillow from the couch and tossed it between his open thighs. Then she dropped quickly, settling herself on the cushion, trembling nervously.

“I need to know what this relationship means to you.” He stared her down and she trembled even more.

This was not what she expected; she figured that her head would be buried in his crotch by now and at first, she was too stunned to speak. She opened her mouth then closed it just as quickly.

“Go on, just tell me how you feel.”

“You got me there, Sir, I have no idea what to say.”

“That’s okay, just talk.”

She shook her head and he frowned.

“Talk, slave. You’re rarely at a loss for words.”

But now? With that question? Her palms were sweaty. She tried wiping them on her thighs, which did nothing to help.

“Master,” she began, and again she stopped. The more she stared into his placid face, the more anxious she became. Her mind swirled around with thoughts about all that he meant to her; how if only he’d given her a moment alone to think this through, she would have had the perfect answer. She hadn’t a clue where to begin, but then, suddenly, something opened up inside her and she knew what she needed to say, as if the words were downloading from some distant recollection. “You have broken me open, Master – you know that. You’ve given me back a piece of myself I thought I’d lost and that means a lot. I honor you. Respect you. I trust you as my master.” The words seemed to come easily now, and there were more. “You have my unquestioned obedience. You have my body to use. You’re the center of my Universe…my owner, my master, my friend.” Tears pooled in her wide blue eyes. There was hope and lust and love pouring out to him, although she didn’t dare use the word love. “I belong to you, Jack Hawking. This relationship means everything to me. What else is there to say?”

She watched his face the entire time, displaying the quiet reserve she was accustomed to from Jack. When she finished, he seemed a little in awe. More than he expected, perhaps? Her heart raced as she waited for him to speak. Finally, he nodded then he actually smiled. “I like the sound of that, slave. Maybe you should commit it to memory.”

His mood had lifted. She’d told him what he needed to hear – and it was exactly what she knew was true.

“Maybe I should – if I can remember what I said,” she laughed, though then her bright face dimmed. “Just wondering…”

“Wondering what?”

“May I ask you the same thing, Sir? What does this relationship mean to you?”

He thought a moment, “I suppose that’s fair for you to ask,” he said. He stopped to collect his thoughts. “You’ve saved me a lot of lonely nights.” He paused again then continued. “You’ve restored my faith in Master and slave. For that matter, you’ve restored my faith in women in general. It’s amazing to me that we’ve come this far. I didn’t think I’d ever have what I have with you.” His words felt like a gentle rain, the kind that sinks in and blesses you. A smile of joy rose up from a place within her where joy had been absent, and he wasn’t even finished. “I missed you, more than I expected. Six months is a long time to be without my slave. Obviously, you mean more to me than I thought any woman could.” He stopped, looking as if he were searching for more to say, “I suppose there’s more, but that’s all that comes to mind right now.”

It was her turn to be in awe. “Thank you, Sir,” was all the reply she could manage.

They stared at each other just a moment longer, then he was on his feet, pulling her with him, giving her a kiss. “I gotta go check on the boat.” He looked around the cabin, as if he was about to give her an assignment. “Do whatever pleases you. I’ll be back in a few. After lunch we’ll spend some time on the lake.”

***

Jeni’s nerves had been jittery all afternoon now that the unknown was set in motion.

When Malcolm arrived about five with his friend Erik, Jeni was wearing shorts, blouse, underwear, sandals and collar, same as she had earlier in the day. Malcolm’s eyes were on her collar right away. Easy enough for Jeni; he’d already seen a whole lot more of her and she’d survived that. But the exhibition would not be as easy with his friend. There was something cool, clipped and critical about the tall, buzz cut Erik in his clean jeans and tucked in t-shirt. Starched, correct and military. He nodded at her, noting the collar and did nothing but nod again when Jack introduced them.

“Your slave?” he said to Jack.

“She is.”

Neither man said more.

As the three men sat on the porch talking guns, boats and the erratic weather, Jeni stood back and made a furtive study of the perplexing Erik. He was nothing like the easygoing Malcolm. Nothing easy about him at all. He made her think of submission, and that made her tremble with concern. Unlike her stoic and mysterious master, there was nothing warm and engaging about him to balance out the chill exuding from his stark demeanor. The thought of stripping away her clothes for him and being naked in his presence had her mad with fright.

When the three men strolled down to the boat, Jeni stayed in the cottage to collect herself. She’d asked for this. She practically begged it of a reluctant master who would have been content to plays cards after dinner. If she’d only understood the circumstances before she opened her mouth. If she’d only known who Erik was. Now, all she could think about was the three of them plotting their moves for the evening as they walked toward the dock.

She puttered about the cottage, doing this and that, fiddling with dinner – which was entirely unnecessary. Jack had everything ready to go on the grill, and Jeni had made a salad long before the two men drove up. She took out the trash and swept the kitchen for something to occupy her time, then, at last, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the porch. They had returned.

As Jack grilled steaks, potatoes and bread, the men talked on the porch. Jeni, meanwhile, continued with her puttering, covering the picnic table with a vinyl cloth, retrieving four chairs, laying out plates, silverware and napkins. From time to time, she gazed toward the three. More than once she found Erik’s cool eyes appraising her. Once, she found Jack smiling. Did he have any idea how difficult this was for her?

When they sat down to eat, Jeni could feel her ears burning, though none of the men seemed to even notice that she was there. When Jack laid a hand on her thigh for just a moment, she almost jumped. He meant the gesture to soothe her, and she acknowledged that warm hand with a smile.

“So, Jeni, I hear you’re in advertising,” Malcolm finally spoke to her directly.

She flinched just hearing the sound of her name, and before she could reply, Jack chimed in for her. “You’ll have to forgive my slave, Mal, she’s nervous as hell about that game of cards.” He smiled shrewdly, and turned to Jeni, “How about you clear the table?” She couldn’t have been happier to be on her feet with something to do for the next few minutes, at least until the men were back in their lounge chairs, drinking beer, and chattering away about who knows what? Jeni wasn’t listening.

Perhaps an hour passed, though she was hardly cognizant of the time. Soon, a wind whipped up across the lake, and as the daylight rapidly dwindled the air grew chilled. Every anxious minute that ticked by brought her closer to that moment of unveiling. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she could swear that the energy between all four had grown prickly and agitated with something sexual stirring in the air none could ignore. She was no dunce. She felt lust coming from all three, and it had her hot and nervous, her expectations fueling a sexual anxiety apparent in every nerve of her body, especially between her thighs where her blooming desire made her want to tear away her clothes and fuck them all.

Stop with the mind fuck and just do what you’re going to do to me! she wanted to scream at the three of them. But of course, she didn’t say a word. She held it all in as they continued to converse, then as they grabbed their beers and moved inside when it got too cold. At that point, Jack was finally ready to get on with his plans; Jeni couldn’t wait to get things underway. The men were sitting around the fireplace, on the couch and in overstuffed chairs, while she stood on the sidelines, dazed, not knowing where to go or what to do.

“Jeni.” When she heard Jack’s somber voice calling her name, she shuddered. “You said you were ready. Show me now that you are.” He eyed her coolly. “Right here. Front and center.” He pointed to the space between the chairs.

She nearly stumbled over his feet getting there, and by the time she was standing before him, her face was bright red, her ears hot, and her anxiety had reached a screaming peak.

“Now you can strip,” he said. “And not too fast. Take it slowly, and start with the shirt.”

She was glad he told her where to begin; as panicky as she was now, she would never have started without that nudge from Jack. And yet, it was still with a flustered brain and trembling fingers that she began the slow strip tease. Not that she was trying to mimic the strippers in a girly bar; her legs were too weak and the fear too strong to do this with any kind of artful grace. On the other hand, her pussy was growing wetter by the second, as she undid each button on her blouse and shook it off her shoulders. She tried to ignore their staring eyes when she pushed her shorts down to her ankles and kicked them away. Suddenly, she was left with just her bra and panties to cover the nipple ties and the dangling tag below. Her face grew hot with embarrassment knowing what came next. The signs of her slavery were what Malcolm and Erik wanted to see. They were what separated her from the sluts in the gentlemen’s clubs who stripped for money and thrills. They were what made her a slave. There were only two strange men there to see them now, but she felt as if she were announcing herself to the world.

She was seriously worried at this point. Stripping down was what Jack mentioned when they talked about her being ready that morning. He’d also mentioned Malcolm’s hands on her. But what then? And Erik? How would he figure into the night ahead?

Taking a deep breath, she finally bent over to unhook her bra, and when that was tossed to the side, she stood upright, giving her audience a good long look at the skewed black ties that were still tight around the pink ends of her nipples. None of the three made a sound or said a word, or even sighed. Though their eyes were glued to her body, watching closely, those eyes were enough. They made her crotch throb. And though she was hesitant at every turn, the kinky slut girl inside her suddenly emerged. That little tramp was unable to escape the lusty thrill of her nasty exhibition, and Jeni was glad she showed up. For all her nerves and fears, she was seriously aroused with just one piece of clothing yet to remove. She’d saved the best for last.

Slipping her fingers into the waistband of her panties, she slowly drew them down her hips, while gazing into their eyes. She watched them as closely as they watched her and she was pleased with their reaction. Malcolm’s lust showed on his face as an uneasy smirk. Jack raised a Masterful eyebrow. Even the dispassionate, inscrutable Eric squirmed a bit fitfully in his chair in response to what he saw. She hoped his cock was throbbing in his pants! She kicked her sandals aside and did the same with her panties. Then she stood up straight again and let them have a good long look at her naked body and the silver tag that dangled between her cunt lips.

Seconds later, with the silence turning awkward, Jack spoke. “Malcolm, my chains. They’re in the closet by the door.”

The three men were suddenly out of their chairs; Malcolm setting off to get the chains, while Jack and Erik pushed the living room furniture aside.

They worked so fast that it was hard to believe that they hadn’t had this planned out down to smallest detail. Jack fit her wrists in his heavy leather cuffs, while Erik climbed on top of a chair, and Malcolm handed him the chains, which Erik tossed over the beam above and secured in place with a couple of hefty hooks. The thick steel chains looked rugged, even ominous, given the startling possibilities. Jeni shuddered with another wave of fear, although by then there was nothing that didn’t arouse the little slut girl, including that inexplicable feeling of fright. Subspace is such a lovely world – throwing away pretty and prim, discarding inhibitions right and left. She was horny, needy. Three horny Doms focused on what they would do to her – what turn-on could be better than this? Inside her horny subspace, the mind fuck only got better as the scene unfolded.

When Jack finally stepped back, her cuffed wrists were raised up high and hooked to the chains, so she was nearly dangling from the ceiling, although not quite – her feet were still firmly planted on the floor.

“Spread ‘em wider,” he ordered, as he observed her strung up body. She moved her feet further apart, and when he added, “Don’t make me use the spreader bar,” she inched them even further to her side. He was as cold and clipped as Erik was. The tone of his voice alone gave her goosebumps. “No talking, slut, unless you’re asked a question.” Then he turned to his friends. “She’s yours for now.”

Jeni bowed her head. She needed to collect herself, feel the energy of the men around her, sense what they were thinking if she could, let body, mind and the inner slut enjoy what happened next. The exhibition was Jack’s gift to her, which would seem odd from many points of view, but a slave’s. He knew that she was not a simple woman with uncomplicated sexual desires. He’d experienced firsthand how far her kink could take her. But then, how far would he actually allow her to go with other men? That was all up to him. And that’s what she wanted since it took the decision out of her hands and placed it directly in her master’s. For Jeni, whose submissive mind could spin endlessly about matters such as these, this meant that she was free of the quandary and free to enjoy being Jack Hawking’s slave.

Just a few hours ago, Jeni told him that she trusted him. She had to believe that declaration now. Taking a deep breath to settle into that feeling of trust, she waited.

Malcolm stepped up first, going straight for the dangling tag and gently jerking down on the little thing. But then, because he couldn’t see it clearly, he went down on one knee and read the inscription, nodding his approval. “Nice, Jack,” he said admiringly. He tugged on the charm again, and Jeni gasped. The tugging hurt, and for a moment her balance faltered. “Careful girl,” he told her as his steadying hand went for her thigh. That hand was warm and sensuous, and as it caressed her leg, she felt her arousal bloom. Soon she was swaying gently between the chains and moaning softly as she did.

She hadn’t expected the penetration. But Malcolm’s fingers were suddenly right there between her sex lips, carefully caressing the soft petals of skin, one finger moving about her wet slit, and gently poking its way inside. Her body rushed with sensation and she seized up, gasping, panting, and biting her lip to keep quiet. She shook her head back and forth, chains rattling as she did. “Oh, yes…” the hushed exclamation escaped her lips.

“This should give you something to think about all night,” Malcolm told her, as his fingers kept working her wet hole, and she got more aroused. “And I’m not done yet.” There was a bit of evil in the man’s face, places lighting up in him that had likely been dormant for a long time.

Jeni gazed down at the evil sneer, breathless and a little in awe of the way Malcolm had morphed into a very different man. When he moved to his feet again, he walked to her back side and patted her ass.

“Push it out for me,” he said, and she pushed out her ass.

“Keep those legs spread,” Jack reminded her.

Malcolm reached out to fondle her ass then he spanked it lightly – like he wasn’t sure how much force to use. Finally, his fingers slipped between her parted cheeks and massaged her there. He opened the fleshy mounds wide exposing the tight pink rosette. “You fuck her ass?” he asked Jack.

“I do.”

His finger ran along the crease, up and down and up and down across the sensitive opening. The methodical caress stirred up everything that was pent-up there. She would have happily consented to have him fuck her, if he chose to – if Jack allowed. But that wouldn’t happen. She didn’t know that for a fact, but she knew Jack well enough to know his thoughts on this; giving her away for sex was not something she expected him to do. Showing her off, and letting them touch her, was – and by the look on her master’s face, he was pleased with the exhibition.

“You have quite a slave here, my friend,” Malcolm said. He faced her again with his eyes zeroing in on her chest. Emboldened by the opportunity before him, he tweaked both tied-up nipples between his fingers until he heard her gasp. There was a merry light in his eyes when he saw her flinch, and he squeezed the little buds even harder now. His studied gaze remained fixed on her body, and how it seemed to seize up the moment the pain became tough for her to take. He was a horny man with his fantasies, and a whole lot of envy in his eyes.

Malcolm’s response made her proud that she could be the obediently compliant slave for her master. For the moment, her fear seemed to have fled, and for all her earlier reluctance, for all the questions that had plagued her about this night, she’d surrendered as she hoped she would, living up to the words she’d spoken to Jack earlier in the day in that declaration of her devotion.

If the evening only ended there…

When Malcolm finally stepped away, Erik took his place. The sight of the man’s callous expression didn’t surprise her, even so, she shrank back in fright. For that he slapped her face – not hard, but not a love tap either. Enough to wake her up from the Malcolm Jeni subspace, and take her back to the reality of bound and offered slave.

“This is just titillation for Mal. Not me,” Erik bit off meanly. He yanked down on the ring and tag, and didn’t stop yanking. For several seconds there was a steady stream of pain rising through her crotch and radiating outward. It only felt like pleasure when he finally let go and the pain receded.

“I’m wondering how much torture you can take, slut,” he snarled again, as he grabbed both nipples and pinched them until she was on her toes from the piercing pain. While she suffered, he looked into her eyes despising her, as if she were ‘woman personified’ and he only had one use for a female of his species. He would use her hard, he would hurt her, he would slap, spank, whip and fuck her. No restraint. No regrets. Leaving her in his dust, longing for a second of pleasure and giving her nothing but the sight of his tight ass walking off. He might be a real gem of a man if she got to know him, but this was what she thought of him as he scowled before her, and took her down to nothing in his ruthless eyes.

When he finally let her nipples go, she took a breath and tried to relax.

But Erik wasn’t finished with her yet. He slapped her pussy, three, four, five, six times, maybe more. Then opened her cunt lips and spanked her another half dozen times. The pain was rougher than she’d felt there in some time. He hadn’t the finesse of her master; he had no finesse all, in fact, and she hated everyone of those stinging smacks – until he stopped. Until the fire rushed into her crotch from that brief beating. When he looked in her eyes again, he smiled and scowled, humphing with satisfaction.

“You didn’t lie, Jack. You got one hellava horny bitch slut here. You ever want someone to help you take her down, I’m your man. I’d like to see how far she’d grovel.” All the while he spoke, he stared into Jeni’s eyes, like he was stripping her bare. “Good lord, she loves the talk as much as she loves the action. You see that?” He looked back toward Jack. “You should clone her. Good that she’s a slave.” He stared into her eyes again. “This slut’s made for it. Some women are. You were right on when you described her.”

Jeni recoiled hearing the way he referred to her – had Jack really talked about her like this to his friends? She didn’t believe he would. But what bothered her most was how much Erik’s nasty talk turned her on. She didn’t like it, but it was a fact about her submissive nature, and that inner slut, that she would find some absurd pleasure in this scene. Did Erik know what it did to her to stand there and take it? To be demeaned by a total stranger? It would be easy to despise him but she earnestly tried not to let her feelings show. To do that would only make the bastard chortle more.

She had to remember that she’d brought this on herself. Remember that she was doing this for her master. Was this to prove a point? A demonstration of her obedience? Because he loved to see her at the mercy of another man’s darkness? What was it about such a scene that aroused a dominant man? She wished that she could peer into her master’s mind and know what he was thinking as he stood on the sidelines and watched.

When Erik moved to her rear, he parted her cheeks, greased her ass and began to fuck it with as many fingers as he could shove inside the tight space. This was not what she expected, but by then, she was lost in the sensuous feel of surrender, her inhibitions were gone, desire had kicked in, and the thought of resisting him simply did not cross her mind. He rammed the hole hard like he wanted his entire fist inside and forced her to bend over so he could drive his fingers even deeper. She may have despised the man but she was too far inside her nasty mind space to revolt now. There was something edgy, contemptible and dangerous about Erik – like poisoned candy for a woman who lived with such a dark sexual truth. She loved the power, the force, the domination he exuded, even if she didn’t like the source.

While she suffered through the indignity of Erik’s invasion of her ass, Jack stood on the sidelines in her peripheral vision – watching, listening, protecting her. Her fears eased knowing that he’d stop the man if he went too far. She had to believe that her master held her in high regard, even if the strict, cold-hearted man who violated her did not. He’d know how much she could take and when it was time to stop.

Though the humiliating tenor of Erik’s rant about her character still stung, it was another slut girl aphrodisiac – it turned her mind and body on so much that she was getting off, cumming hard on the man’s fingers, which were sinking deeper into her ass with every thrust. The nastiest part of her wanted every nasty thing he dished out. She could take it; take it for her master – oh, forget master – she’d take it because in the realm where she was a duty-bound slave, she thrived on this amazing abuse.

When Erik finally pulled his hand from her behind, he moved in front of her, sneering at her smugly as he wiped his fingers on a rag, and spoke to Jack. “This keeps her in her place. You can see she likes getting taken down. Gets her off. Trashy sluts like her get-off on humiliation.” He turned away, grabbing his beer, chugging what was left, and setting the bottle down hard against the table. He nodded at Jack, “I’d be fucking her with that bottle if it were me. Wonder what she’d do with that?” If Erik got some satisfaction from the scene, it didn’t show. No gratitude. No appreciation. Just the same coldhearted bastard from beginning to end.

Then, suddenly, she was alone. Her head was bowed and her mind was focused on the sensations that were sweeping through her. She knew that the men were outside on the porch; she could hear them talking. Though she had no interest in their conversation. She was relieved that the scene was over and that her tensed up body could finally relax into the feelings of pleasure and release that moved through her now.

Some minutes later, she heard in the distance the sound of a truck roaring away and she breathed a sigh of relief. It was Jack’s boots hitting the porch and Jack opening the screen door and letting it slam as he moved into the cottage. When she finally looked up and opened her eyes, he was standing before her with his hand on her hip.

“Enjoy yourself?” he asked as his eyes gently settled on her. He brought both of his hands to her waist and held her there. The warmth and firmness of his authority soothed what was still troubled within her spirit and she could smile at last.

“I-uh,” she started to say, then she laughed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to call that.” Maybe later she could give him something more, but for now, all she cared about was Jack’s smiling face.

Actually, it was more like smirking self-satisfaction she saw in his expression. “I almost hated to send them off without getting a chance to fuck you,” he told her as he released her cuffed wrists and held her close. “But fucking you is my job.”

Jeni thought he would shove her against the wall and take her, or haul her outside despite the cool temps and fuck her over the stone porch rail; maybe take her down to the dock, onto the sandy beach or in the woods. But he did none of these…

Instead, he laid her out on his bed with her arms outstretched but unbound, and began to kiss her – her eyes gently, then her lips with long, slow, wet kisses. Deep, burning kisses. Soon, her body felt the fire that Erik built rising up again. She wanted to reach out to Jack and take him into her arms, but his unspoken command compelled her to remain as he’d arranged her, with her arms and legs stretched to the four corners of the bed. “No cumming until I tell you,” he informed her. He kissed her hard on the mouth then let up. His next kiss was sweeter and it lingered longer. But once that kiss was over, he was done with being gentle. He began to bite her lips, enough to tease and hurt until she groaned and reflexively pulled away.

“Better not be jerking like that, slave,” he snapped. Then he bit her lips more aggressively, harder and meaner, and she was forced to contain the natural response to the insult of bitten lips. She couldn’t complain because she loved it all, even if the torment was hard to bear.

When he finally let up, he moved his kisses to the delicate skin of her underarms and on to her nipples. He bit off the nipple ties with his teeth and spit them out, then he sucked the erect little buds so that she jerked this time, too. The sensations went straight to her crotch, expanding her arousal with each hurt and each display of tenderness. She wanted to cum. Desperately wanted to cum. But honoring his wishes, she stifled her body’s natural response. The flame of desire inside her grew in force – and with her movement and her climax forbidden until Jack gave her permission, her arousal reached a frantic crescendo having nowhere to go.

For a long while, he sucked the sweet-smelling flesh at the underside of her breasts, leaving bold, red hickeys that would last for days. She’d look at them fondly to remind herself of this night, but for now, she remained focused on the moment and the sensuous torture her master inflicted. As it intensified, she was barely able to control her cries or temper her body’s the feverish response.

“Oh, please,” she cried out at last, yielding to her desire.

“You want to cum?” he asked. As if he didn’t already know.

She nodded, silently pleading.

“Then you can cum, but keep it quiet, and no thrashing around like you’re going crazy.”

Ah! Yes! That was all she needed to hear. The orgasm started there, as she lifted her crotch toward his mouth, begging him to suck her cunt, although his mouth was still busy ravaging her breasts and nipples. The forceful spasms came in waves that threw her head back in a quietly seething frenzy. Obedient to his wishes, she experienced the powerful assault of orgasm without any visible response, which, much to her astonishment, became an amazingly beautiful thing.

She wasn’t entirely successful in her efforts – the fact that she was climaxing was written all over her pretty features, in contorted grimaces, scowls, furrowed brow, opened mouth, and finally a face softening to bliss.

However, that was just the first climax. She wasn’t finished, yet, and neither was Jack. He was still working her tits with his lips and teeth, and there was so much more of her body for him to torture.

“Don’t make me tie you down,” he warned as he began again. Until then, she hadn’t realized how much her hands had dropped, or that her fists were clenched.

Again, she settled herself, while Jack tongued her navel. Finally, he traveled lower to her pussy where one torment was followed by yet another, from bitten cunt lips to teeth dragging along her clitoris to those teeth biting into the rock hard sex bud and drawing it out in a precarious hold.

Nerves spiked again – a second and third time as the raging pleasure just got bigger. She wanted to pound her fists against the bed in wild abandon, writhe against the sheets, twist her torso back and forth, and cry out in her tortured anguish about how fantastic he’d made her feel. But there would be none of that.

His tongue was inside the dark sweet hole, sucking pussy, dabbling there, hitting her g-spot for a time then backing off. Didn’t matter what he did to her, she’d vanished into a sea of surrender and containment, and wanted nothing more than this.

By this time his clothes were off – she couldn’t recall him stopping to undress, but she supposed he had – he was leaning over her, naked, his cock erect and bobbing as he moved. She’d been aware of the fierce thing for a while now, a glimpse, a peek from time to time, of something firm and powerful just beyond her reach, her field of vision – like a memory sometimes, something fleeting, a force field – Master with a capital M, about to strike at the heart of every moment. She was too busy with her own pleasure to think much of it. But with her climax at last abating, Jack lay on top of her with his cock rubbing against her belly and thighs. Moments later, his ass rose up so the head of his prick was banging at the door of her cunt in another long slow tease. Though he demanded that she stifle her physical response, he must have felt the force of her arousal rising up through her body and into his. At last, when she couldn’t wait another moment for his cock to impale her, she bent her knees, pulling her legs up and opening them wide.

He thrust hard, his cock moving deeply inside her. He pulled back and thrust again. He did this several times more times, in another long slow assault on her clit and the sensitive places just inside her clenching pussy. Then, abruptly, all that excruciating torment stopped, and he was fucking her fast like a man possessed, with his climax rising from within his tensely muscled form. Jeni could feel his cum about to burst free any second. She would cum again when he did. The moment she felt that first ejaculation, she’d crush that organ with her pulsing cunt and milk him of everything he had. That was what he needed from her.

When his ass end rose up again for a final time, he came back down hard, smashing his groin into her sex, and staying there with his crotch riveted to hers. The spasms began in earnest, and continued with a powerful pulse until there were no more.

Her arms closed around him – orders or no orders, she couldn’t deny the compelling need to feel his skin pressed tightly against her. By then, Jack was too gone to care. The borders of their bodies had opened wide. They were as close to inside each other’s skin as they could get. The sweet and pungent pheromones, the hot breath, the smell of satisfaction kept them in that close embrace, and silent for a long while once his low groaning ceased.

There were no words to express what they felt, so there was no reason to breach that sensuous silence.

Jeni and Jack lay motionless for a long while, until they took a long deep breath and he fell to her side. Moments later, they took a break to pee and get ready for sleep. Didn’t matter that the rest of the cottage was still a mess with furniture askew, chains dangling from the ceiling and a sink full of dirty dishes. They were too exhausted to clean up – it was the last thing on their minds. Exiting the bathroom, Jeni headed back to bed, while Jack made sure the doors were locked. Then he pulled in next to her in the dusky moonlit room.

“Hi there,” she said smiling softly. Her mind was coming back to life, though she could still feel the dreamy subspace all around her – as if she were floating.

“Hi there to you,” he replied.

The satisfaction in his eyes was all she needed to see.

She let the feeling linger, although it wasn’t long before the memory of Erik’s last cutting remarks slipped inside her bliss, and threatened to destroy this perfect moment.

“Do you really talk about me – I mean graphically, sexually speaking – to your friends?”

This was not what Jack expected to hear and he pulled back, almost scowling. “That’s your question now?” like he couldn’t believe she was actually asking.

“Sorry, Master. I know it’s an odd question, but it’s the first thing that popped into my mind just now. I guess I really need an answer. It was the only thing about tonight that disturbed me. The way Erik talked to me like you’d been sharing all the intimate details of our relationship.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed and he regarded her with disbelief, “You think I’m a man to jabber away about you and me like some boasting teenager?”

She was suddenly chagrinned for even asking. “No, sir. I don’t. I just let it get to me.”

“I’m sure in my understated way I’ve communicated to my kink friends how much our Master/slave relationship turns me on.” He shook his head, still amazed that they were discussing this now. “But Erik’s comments came from his imagination. And you have to admit, it was pretty sexy, and you, my slut, responded.”

“Yes, I did, Sir. But thank you for the reassurance, I just needed to have you say that.” She smiled. “I hope I pleased you tonight.”

“You more than pleased me, Jeni. I was about to stop Erik several times, but you didn’t break once from his crude talk and that rough inspection – if you could even call it that. I’m proud of you.”

He would have no idea how pleased she was.

“So Erik’s an old friend?”

“Not much of one. We hang out from time to time. He works at the University so I can’t actually avoid him. And he’s been in the lifestyle for a long while. He’s been trying to find a slave since his girlfriend ran out on him a year ago. Let’s just say, he wasn’t kidding when he offered to fuck you. He would have been more than happy to if I’d allowed him to screw you.”

“So, you’re not going to give me away?”

“Do you want to be given away?”

She had to think about that a moment. She had mulled the question over often in the past, still no clear answer. “You know that’s one desire that’s nagged at me for a long time. I have two minds about it. I’m repelled one minute, then the next, I think I’ll never be satisfied unless I know what it feels like to be given to another man. So many of my fantasies have come down to this, but,” she paused, “I think tonight clarified a few things. It wasn’t just Erik. I don’t know. Being with you, the desire has seemed to lose its allure.”

“That’s good to know. For now, let’s say I reserve the option to give you away. I am your Master, and that would be my right,” he smiled, then quickly added, “but – it’s not going to happen.”

“No?”

“No.”

She heard his no and shivered. Just two little letters in that powerful word. He said so much with that firmly stated no. And then he added:

“You belong to me. I have little interest in handing you off to another man.”

Her heart leapt as his plain spoken sentiment eased her concerns.

“Now, how about we sleep?” he said at last. “I’m exhausted, and it’s back to the real world tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow…I don’t even want to think about tomorrow.”

“Then don’t,” he said.

She was silent for a time then finally spoke again. “We’re back, aren’t we?”

“Not sure what you’re asking.”

“We’re back together. Forget the last six months. Master/slave all over again.”

“You just figured that out?” he asked incredulously.

“Just wanted your confirmation, Sir.”

“If it’s confirmation you need, you should have it now. You’re my slave. I want you with me. No running away again, or there will be hell to pay when I haul your sorry ass back to me. You’re right where you need to be. You have any quarrel with that?”

“No, Sir.” Oh my, she hadn’t expected that. She was beaming from the inside out.

Epilogue

It was April again. The snow had melted. The day was warm – warmer than usual for this time of year. Warm enough for shorts and sandals, and going naked, Jeni presumed. This was what she looked forward to after such a rugged winter.

As soon as they climbed into the Jeep, Jack held her in a long, penetrating stare. Had she forgotten something? “Where’s your collar?” he asked.

“In my suitcase.”

“Go get it,” he ordered. She recalled the same brusque command the last time he asked her that question. And like that time at the cottage, she scurried to the back of the Jeep, opened the tailgate and fished through her bag to find the collar.

Minutes later, they left his long driveway and moved into the street with the heavy black and steel collar ringing her throat. She gulped back apprehensions, wondering if anyone would notice and make rash judgments about her character when they did.

Jack observed her self-conscious blush, saying, “There’s not much chance that anyone’s going to see through these windows.”

“I hope not.”

“We talked through these things before. I have no intention of embarrassing you in public. In private, that’s another matter. I just wanted you thinking slave from the moment we set out. Get you in the mood.”

“I’m always in the mood for you, Sir.”

“Good. That’s how it should be.”

After an uneventful drive, they entered Jack’s property from the north end – not the south as she was accustomed to. Jack pulled up to a locked gate Jeni had never seen before, and stopped. He rattled a key before her eyes. “Unlock it for me, will you?” he asked.

Her nervous energy had abated during the drive, but it was kicking up now as she worried about what evil plan he had in mind.

She grabbed the key, opened the door and jumped out, only to have Jack suddenly stop her. “Clothes off,” he said before she could close the car door. “But keep your shoes on.”

“Clothes off?” Really? Just yards off the road, at the edge of the pine forest. Not much cover.

She waited too long to act. “Quit the hesitation. No one’s going to see.”

And how could he be so sure?

Jeni gazed about again, then swallowing her objections, she shed her clothes, tossed them onto the seat of the Jeep, and quickly grabbed the key, slamming the door behind her as she headed for the gate. Once she had the padlock removed and the gate open wide, Jack drove through. He looked back at her, his face grim as he leaned out the window. “Lock the gate, then you hike the path in front of me.”

Her eyes went wide, as her mind flashed back to a conversation months before. Or was it an email? If she was remembering right, he’d done this scene or something like it with another slave. Just the thought of that scene had her emotions in a riot and her body exploding with expectation. So what did he have in mind?

“Yes, sir.” She scrambled fast to complete the order, and as she walked by the Jeep, Jack leaned out with a coil of rope and handed it to her.

“You carry this.” She grabbed it from him, and put in over her left shoulder, feeling its heavy weight pulling her down.

Collared. Naked. Nipples ties. Dangling tag. A coil of rope and a pair of tennis shoes.

Excitement had never been quite like this.

Jeni hiked the winding path before her on a trail so narrow that the budding vegetation was scratching at her thighs and ankles, small trees rubbing against her sides. She heard those same trees scratch again Jack’s Wrangler as he drove behind her.

Her pussy throbbed in expectation, and for a moment, she became so dizzy with arousal that she had to stop and take a breath. She reached out and grabbed for the small pine beside her for support. Meanwhile, the Jeep idled smoothly, waiting, and when she started walking again, it hummed behind her along the path, mimicking the vibrations in her body and the pulse of the wild woods around her. The eroticism of the forest in spring infected every sense.

With the initial adrenalin rush wearing off, her emotions settled, and the steady pace of her feet on the ground soothed her anxious nerves. The reality of this slavish forced march through her master’s woods had taken charge of her body and spirit.

She’d been demeaned and taken down to slave heaven, her mind floating in subspace. He hadn’t touched her once, and yet, her pussy spasmed, subtle and seductively, as her thighs rubbed together and she felt the warmth of the sun on her sensitive skin. She could have climaxed in a second just standing in the midst of this magical woods where the trees were tall, and sunlight filtered in from above. The thick undergrowth around her was springing to life; trillium and trout lily blooming on the forest floor. Ferns opened up everywhere, with the chartreuse green of everything around her reminding her that this was a new season, and the earth had been reborn again. Where the sun shone, everything wet glittered, and little rainbows hit her eyes, nearly blinding her vision. There was no space between her and this rising of spring. It seemed as if the surrounding forest was engaged in the sensuous and earthy act of sexual creation and she was part of it. She’d rut in the wet mud if she could. Oh, this was a crazy place for her now – and nothing like she might have imagined it would be.

“You can stop here!” Jack finally called out.

She looked back, watching him climb from the dark green Jeep, slam the door and slowly stroll her way like he had all the time in the world – for the moment, she supposed he did. What else did they have to do but this?

Although his eyes were typically cool, she could feel the hot pulse of his crotch and the urgency of his desire. He took the rope from her and shoved her around, and with a firm hand pressed to her back, propelled her forward on the trail until they came to a tall beech tree at the center of a small, irregular clearing. She imagined that he’d cleared the space a season or two before, and now new growth was crowding in again. He pushed her hard against the smooth bark and spent the next several minutes tying her face forward so that her torso and thighs were firmly anchored, and her arms surrounded the tree as if she were hugging it for comfort while he immobilized her body. When he finished, he left her bound to the tree inside a ring of sunshine that beat down on her from above – heightening the sensitivity in her already aroused nerves.

While she waited for what came next, Jack stepped into the woods in front of her, where she watched him take a knife and cut down a dozen or more slim branches. With a length of leather he pulled from his pocket, he bound them into a bundle of menacing possibilities. She’d be marked when he was done. Of that, she was certain.

She waited, wondering when the first slashing strike would hit, thinking how good it would feel to vent some of the fire in her body with a dazzling burst of pain. But before he laid on that lashing blow, he stepped up behind her, his clothes, his shorts and t-shirt, brushing delicately against her flushed skin, and whispered in her ear. His hot breath tickled the base of her neck, “You’ve been thinking about this moment since you wrote the script. I’m just following your vision, slave.”

Then he pulled back, took his position behind her and let that bundle of switches fly toward her bound body. Her back and ass and thighs took the powerful strikes with every one of them streaking her backside, leaving it rough with welts and a burning scarlet rash.

She moaned as he worked her over. She ground her turned-on snatch against that bark and cried out in anguish and in pleasure, which were so close to the same thing that after the first few blows hit their mark, she couldn’t tell one from the other. But she did crave more.

“You’d better not cum, slut!” he called out to her.

His deep baritone vibrated through her, making the orgasm rising up within her about to burst from her body on the strength of his command alone. She had to pull it back.

She wanted to beg for her release, but begging wouldn’t sway her master when he was driven with desire as he was now.

He continued with the beating, laying it on hard one minute, backing off the next. Could she suffer this beautiful torture and not explode? Soon, her arousal grew to one frantic peak after another; but because he ordered her to hold off until she had his permission to cum, she backed off – more times than she could count. By then, she worried that she couldn’t go on like this much longer.

“Oh, my god, pleeeeease, Master, please…” her moaning cries suddenly lifted into the trees. For a split second, she wondered if her voice could be heard beyond these woods.

Jack called out, “You’re frantic to cum, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master, I am.” Her voice was filled with desperation and hope.

“And if I tell you not to?”

“I won’t! I swear.” But please, Master…

“No, you won’t.” The forbidding sound of his authority sent a convulsive shudder racing up her spine. He knew that waiting was torture. That she suffered now with the paradox of loving every second she held back the cum, and desperately needing that climax to shake loose the savage pleasure that was about to explode. Denial was a bitch and a genius of a lover.

He was turned on, too. The power to control her was his intoxicating rush. His cock would be throbbing and stiff. And he, too, would teeter between mounting anticipation, denial and release.

The longer he worked her over, the more she feared he’d push her too far this time, and that she wouldn’t be able to contain the onslaught of sexual stimulation.

But she did hold back. Because of Jack. Because he had such faith in her. A faith that never seemed shaken. She might have had her doubts, but he did not. He’d tested her obedience numerous times, and now, she had a reputation to live up to.

She held on, refusing to fail, even when he lashed her lightly, erotically and the cum was just a breath away – even when he pulled in behind her again and began to finger her slit and kiss the back of her neck all the way down her naked shoulder. Damn! How was she supposed to stop herself?

“Oh, my, this is so hard…” she muttered aloud, and he heard that. Don’t make me wait. Please! she silently screamed. Still, he continued with the tease. Reaching around, he slipped a finger into her cunt and played there with such artistry that her face screwed up into a scowl of woe. How could she stop the storm inside her from breaking loose? She stomped her feet and writhed against that hefty beech tree as if it would help, moaning, Master please, to deaf ears.

At last, even Jack could no longer wait.

He loosened the ropes, pulled her from the tree, and dragged her weary, horny body to an old stump. He thrust her over the top, leaving her arms and breasts to dangle on one side, with her ass raised high on the other, at the perfect angle for his cock.

While she lay there, panting and breathless, he stood back and let her suffer a moment longer. She could imagine a satisfied scowl on his lips while he savored the look of her red, streaked ass. Her heart beat fast. Anticipation mounted. Then she heard the sound of his shorts and belt dropping to the ground. She trembled even more. His hands were on her ass cheeks – Thank God! – and he was squeezing the roughed-up flesh, while his cockhead pressed against her sex in another teasing torment. How could he be so controlled, so self-possessed to be able to draw this out so long? Then, when it seemed he’d never get on with the fucking, he suddenly thrust forward to the sound of her impassioned, “Oh fuck yes, Master! Yes!”

The orgasm crashed though her in seconds the instant his cock impaled her cunt.

He fucked ruthlessly. Determinedly. Stretching the screwing out for as long he could bear it. She loved every minute of that forceful sex act. How he pounded her into that decaying tree trunk, and how that stump scratched her breasts and belly, and how he said, when he couldn’t bear to hold back an instant longer, “Cum, you sorry wench.”

She came again, with another multi-orgasmic explosion of libido.

He came, too, with a deep guttural groan and several forceful thrusts.

Fact was: her cumming didn’t begin with his Cum, you sorry wench. Maybe she’d tell him the truth later, that she climaxed with that first powerful thrust of his cock. Maybe he already knew. Maybe he’d punish her for failing to wait. She didn’t care. And by then, she doubted that he did either.

Her cries rang out through the trees, some screaming, some pleasurable moans. She grunted and groaned with him, as she took his seed inside her body, and felt that hard prick ejaculate, again and again, until there was nothing left in him, and nothing left in her, at which point, she slumped against the rough stump exhausted.

When Jack finally pulled her up, she sank into the comfort of his body and let him hold her. Banged up. A little bruised. Cum leaking from her cunt and down her leg. She was a mess. But a happy mess. For a long while they stayed there, unmoving. There was no silence around them. Birds were chattering. The forest stirred with the breeze. Insects buzzed their heads, and Jack waved them off.

Finally, he pushed her to the dirt, to her knees between his legs where she cradled his cock in her palm and lapped their juices from his spent organ. When she was done, he pulled her back to her feet and they returned to the Jeep.

An hour later, they were on the stone porch looking out on the shimmering lake, Jack with a beer in his fist, his hand fondling her hair. Jeni sat on a pillow between his legs with her head resting on his thigh.

“Can we stay like this forever?” she wondered – she wasn’t even sure she said it aloud. But she knew she had when he answered.

“Wherever forever takes us, I suppose.”

“You’re not going anywhere soon?”

“Nope, slut. I’m liking this too much to stop now. Why in the hell would we?”

There were a gazillion questions she had for him. Her mind was always spinning, always wondering about the future and what came next, always trying to outline the great unknown. Figure out if they would be together in a year, two years, the rest of their lives. Jack wouldn’t let her do that. Now was a moment to celebrate, and the only one that mattered. She got that. Perhaps for the first time in the months of their relationship, she was content to let her spinning mind go; to let her questions lie and just be.

Be. Master and slave. Jack and Jeni.

***

When the fury dies you hold me, you kiss my lips and run your hands over my sweaty skin.

Hurts are healed, a day’s worth of trouble forgotten

Worry quits its anxious grip

 and wounds bound up with tenderness are carried away by love

In the long twilight thereafter we stretch out in each other’s arms

Later in the evening, I sit at your feet and rest my head against your knee.

About the Author

Lizbeth Dusseau published her first novel, Alexandra’s Awakening, in 1989. Since then, she has published over 130 works of erotic fiction, including BDSM, Spanking and General Erotica. “I enjoy most exploring the many ways in which women experience erotic passion and how their sexuality plays out in their relationships, whether it’s with a husband, lover, master, female friend or casual flirtation.” She and her late husband, Kendall, founded Pink Flamingo Publications in 1994. Although Lizbeth retired as Editor-in-Chief of Pink Flamingo in 2011, she continues to write both fiction and non-fiction. She lives in rural Southwest Michigan.

Readers can email Lizbeth at: lizbethdusseau@gmail.com

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Alexa Dupree returns to Tatum Winery after a six year absence, flooded with memories of her five year tenure in this beautiful Northern California valley. In summers she was nanny to Warren Tatum’s adolescent son. For the rest of the year she was his housekeeper and outrageously kinky love slave. Warren’s home became her sanctuary when at just 21, she fled England to avoid murder charges in connection with her father’s untimely death. The rebellious wild child of a famous concert pianist, her bad behavior and multiple arrests had been tabloid gossip since she was a teen. Relieved to have escaped an aggressive manhunt by Scotland Yard, Alexa readily agreed to sign Warren’s ten year contract, effectively making her his indentured servant in exchange for providing her a safe haven. As far as the man’s kinky sexual appetites, they were no problem for this promiscuous slut.

However, when Warren dies in a freak accident after just five years, Alexa quickly splits, ready for a taste of freedom. Now she returns at the request of Warren’s 21 year old son, Luke, and is shocked to learn that the boy she once took care of plans to enforce the contract terms he claims are part of his inheritance. With incriminating evidence in his father’s safe, a signed contract, and intimate details of her Master/slave relationship, he has all he needs to win her submission. The swaggering sexy youth intends to make his former nanny his sexual plaything. While powerful urges draw these two together, Alexa resists the sudden end to her carefree life. Theirs will be a troubled love-hate relationship. But with Luke holding her ultimate freedom in his hands, what choice does she have but to surrender? A sizzling BDSM romance.

Little Savage

The waifish Lisle has been a BDSM slave, serving the reclusive Baron Brauer at his estate located in a remote woods outside Washington DC. When Brauer dies after an extended illness, his heirs hire the Baron’s friend Marcus Rathburn to purge the estate all traces of Brauer’s perverted lifestyle. Slaves scatter, dungeons are dismantled, and the contents sold at auction, which leaves the elusive Lisle the sole remnant from Brauer’s kinky life. After several unsuccessful attempts to remove the wild girl from the property, Marcus enlists the help of his friend Daniel Broc, a former mercenary who operated in the Middle East. He now lives in DC. Although dominating women still comes naturally to this rugged Dom, he no long wants anything to do with owning slaves.

At the Brauer estate, Daniel finds Lisle to be a puzzling creature: vulnerable, impulsive and stubborn. Though she puts up a fight, he’s able to extract the girl, which is all that Marcus asked for. However, the Domme who agreed to take her is totally unprepared for this silent, moody sub. Convinced that the situation is headed for disaster, Daniel decides to keep her until Marcus can find a better arrangement.

Daniel and Lisle are misfits in polite society, mirror images of the other in their sexual passions. Although Daniel resists becoming this girl’s master, he knows there’s no one more capable of handling the explosive and secretive female. Their tempestuous relationship is fraught with sexual tension, which sends them hurling into the extremes of sex they both love and need. However, Daniel’s houseguest is far more than she first appears. He’s shocked to learn that Brauer sold her before he died, money was exchanged, and now the buyer is out to find his missing property. With her life in danger, Daniel must act fast to keep her safe. Although the two come from very different worlds, a strong bond grows between the them; what had been an arrangement of convenience turns into a steamy romance.

Alexandra's Awakening:

Updated and expanded edition of Alexandra’s Awakening.

Lizbeth’s first novel is an erotic story in the tradition of The Story Of O—a tale of sexual awakening as a young woman, Alexandra, comes to terms with the often crude sexual fantasies that have haunted her for years. Knowing of her troubling sexual passions, her lover, Will, takes her to his good friend, the dominant master, Reggie, who requires Alexandra face her fears as well as her profound desires. Though she often fights this master’s power over her, she soon learns the pleasures of surrender. In the process, she comes to appreciate and gain power over her once perplexing sexual lust, and find where her true desires lie. In this 2013 version, Lizbeth has significantly expanded the novel, adding over 15,000 words to the original text, as well as updating this BSDM romance into the 21st century.

Alexandra’s Awakening is the first book in the The Alexandra Series. The novel is now available singly, or as part of the five book series published in a single volume. Both are available from Pink Flamingo Publications

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