Chapter 6

I lie there, dumbly looking at him, wondering what is coming next. His jeans are bulging, and as he removes them, I see his massive erection, firm and stiff against his navel. Can I take that much?

He sees where I am looking and guesses my thoughts. “Yes, you’re getting it. All of it, if you are good and do as you are told. Off the bed, Elizabeth. Stand in front of me.”

Compliantly, I obey, and not sure where to look, cast my eyes down. He leans to one side, and opening a drawer, takes out a single red silk scarf, then others. Using one of them, he blindfolds me, binding it tight around my eyes, then he leads me a few steps by the hand.

“Bend forward.”

Again, I obey, and feel first my left wrist, and then my right, being bound to something. The bedposts?

As earlier, he lifts me from the waist, positioning me with my hips up and my pussy exposed. My legs are spread, and my ankles are bound also. I am utterly helpless and completely exposed; I am at the mercy of this man. My pussy lips are swollen and aching, and my juices are running down my thighs. I have never felt so utterly aroused, so utterly ready for whatever would happen next.

Quivering and trembling, I hear him speak again. “Just to remind you, Elizabeth, you can tell me to stop at any time, but if you do, everything stops, and you go home. Say yes if you understand.”

“Yes.”

I am almost palpitating now to have my Master inside me. His penis pushes against my pussy lips and I move my hips to accommodate his huge erection, tilting myself for easy access. The vibe was a poor substitute for what I really want. I pulse with arousal, frantic now to have that cock, to swallow it within, to take it as far as it will go, balls-deep into me. Once, twice, it pushes against me, easing me open, slippery and wet. My pussy muscles jump in reflex, tightening around my Master, as he hesitates on the brink, not yet penetrating, not yet filling me as I want.

“What do you want, Elizabeth? You may speak.”

I don’t hesitate. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

His penis eases against my pussy and my muscles twitch. I lean back as far as I can, to take it, but again, he pulls away.

“That’s not good enough, Elizabeth.”

“Oh, God, please fuck me.”

“Not good enough, Elizabeth. I have to really know what you want. You won’t get it if you don’t tell me.”

I scream. “Please. Please fuck me with your cock! Bury yourself in me. I want to be fucked.”

“That’s better.”

He thrusts hard inside me. My pussy walls take him easily, I am so wet and swollen, but he is huge, and I feel him bang against my inner wall, then again, harder. It hurts, but I am beyond pain or pleasure and know only that I want more of this. I feel my Master grasping my buttocks, holding me still as he fucks me. Repeatedly, his shaft spears me. I cry out in rhythm with his thrusting, again and again as he plunges deep inside me. I cannot move. I cannot see. Blind and spread-eagled, all I can do is scream in response to the pain and pleasure of my Master fucking me.

Climax wells up from within, mounting and building, threatening to take me completely. Then in a shattering crescendo, with my heart pounding and pulse racing, my orgasm overwhelms me, and my cries turn to screams at my body’s release. Still, he pounds inside me, plunging and thrusting, but I feel him now, leaning over me, arms wrapped around me, kneading my breasts, his breath ragged next to my face. He spasms as he bucks and presses into me, pumping his load. His hips jerk convulsively once or twice more, and then he relaxes and sighs.

“Good girl, Elizabeth,” he says quietly. “Yes, that was good.”

Withdrawing, he unties me, steadying me as I stand a little uncertainly, and he then removes the blindfold. My breathing is still quick, and he is flushed and panting, his hair sweaty and disordered. He smiles as he catches my eye, tossing me the bathrobe. “Shall we finish that champagne now?” he suggests.

I nod, uncertain as to whether I am permitted to speak, and he takes me by the hand, leading me back into the lounge.

On the fur rug, we sit in front of the fire, me cross-legged in the bathrobe and he naked in the firelight, his deep blue eyes lambent in the flames.

“I want you to come here again tomorrow, Elizabeth.”

Again? I am not sure I can cope with another night like this so soon. But my body betrays me. At the suggestion that I could have such magnificent, stupendous sex again, that my Master might again take me to the brink and beyond, my heat starts to rise again inside. Bewildered by the scale of my own lust, I gulp at the champagne. Bubbles shoot up my nose, making me sneeze.

He laughs. “Is that a yes?”

I waver. “I’d like to, but if the manager knows that I’ve … well, you know … with one of the guests, I don’t know what he’d do.”

He stays silent, pursing his lips slightly.

I continue. “I’m sorry, but I really need this job. And, no offence, you’re great, but you’re a guest. You’ll be moving on in a few days, and I’ll be left high and dry.”

He steeples his fingers, holding them up to his lips. “Elizabeth, I understand you, but you don’t understand me. I will not be moving on. I live here. And you will not lose your job, because I will make sure you don’t.”

I am confused. He lives here?

“Elizabeth, I live here in this suite. I own it. I own the hotel, in fact, along with quite a lot else. I have other houses, out in the country, but I live here most of the time because my business is here. Over there, actually, in that office building there.” He points out of the window across the city to the Towerpoint offices. “And for the avoidance of doubt, I own those too.”

I goggle. I’ve just been shagging with Richard Haswell. “Oh!” I say.

He laughs. “That impressive, eh? Listen, Elizabeth. Here’s the deal, if you want it. You don’t have to take it. If you say no, then I’ll say nothing to anyone, and you can go back to cleaning rooms for a living.”

Running fingers through his hair, he is clearly choosing his words carefully. “You come here, whenever I ask you. I will wine you, dine you, and buy you beautiful things. You will want for nothing, but you will do my bidding. I am your Master, and you will do anything I ask of you.” He pauses. “I don’t think you will find it unpleasant. I think you enjoyed yourself as much as I did this evening.”

I gulp as conflicting thoughts race through my head. “Um, yes, thanks. It’s a great offer. But why me? You must have a hundred women chasing you. What about my college? I wasn’t looking for a life as a kept woman. What happens when you get bored with me? And I’ve thrown my college education away?”

“Fair point, and fair questions,” he says, sitting close again, looking into my face. “Yes, you’re right. I can take my pick, but there are always strings. I have a casual date with some money-seeking huntress and suddenly find that I’m supposed to have offered marriage, a house, and fifty thousand a month for housekeeping. Somehow, I’ve taken advantage of her and ruined her reputation. Next thing I know, I’m up to my ears in lawsuits. This is a no-strings offer, Elizabeth. If you accept it, we’ll have a contract. I am not your boyfriend. I am your Master, and in return, you will have everything you want. Your college? You don’t have to give it up. Quite the opposite, you should pursue it.”

He bites his lip, thinking. “How’s this then? I will pay your way through college - fees, living expenses, the lot. And you’ll have a credit card to get anything else you need. You’re doing business studies, you said?”

I nod.

“I assume they like you to get some practical experience with a big corporation, as well as the academic material?”

I nod again.

“Right, then you’ll get that experience here in my company, in that office over there.” He points again at the office block. “You serve as an intern there, and get your business experience that way.” He holds out his hands to me as I listen, dumbstruck. “Actually, it’s perfect. You can take your pay through the internship. That covers you against any … embarrassment … as to where your funds are coming from.” He looks me in the eyes. “What do you think?”