Irish Cream (5 page)

"The gardener should be out back - he should be able to handle it."

Celia nodded, then turned back to Brianna. "Freedom is a fallacy, no matter what lifestyle you choose. Don't let your fear get in the way of your happiness." She leaned in for a brief hug and then walked away, leaving Brianna with James and Drew, who was beginning to stir on the floor.

Large, strong fingers slipped into hers as James took her hand, gently pulling her back through the connecting doors to his room. Closing and locking his, he leaned against it, regarding her with a thoughtful look.

"I don't want you to go," he said, crossing his arms over that muscular chest. "Stay with me."

She hesitated, preparing herself for the inevitable before lowering her gaze to the floor.

"Is that an order?"

"Look at me." She raised her head to meet his eyes. The intensity in his stare was almost too much, but she held firm as he continued. "Do you want it to be?"

Brianna felt something inside herself loosen and she dropped to her knees at his feet, thighs spread, hands clasped behind her back in submissive position.

"Yes...Master," she whispered.

Euphoria mixed with caution as the title of
Master
rolled off her lips. James was already hard, but seeing her kneel before him, her eyes cast down, her beautifully shaped breasts thrust out as she arched her back...

Breathtaking.

"Good," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now stand and remove your clothes, then kneel again."

Brianna hesitated only briefly before she rose to her feet and began to disrobe. He sensed her apprehension, saw her fingers trembling as she undid the buttons but he offered no words of encouragement. She needed to do this on her own, needed to submit willingly and fully for the healing to begin.

Inch by alabaster inch of skin made his blood thrum as she unveiled herself, small, creamy breasts tipped with pale peach nipples, a slender torso curving down to a perfect hourglass flare at her hips, the smooth mound of her shaven labia. Her scent filled the room, and he breathed her in, noting the spots of color that flared high on her cheeks at his obvious interest. She folded her clothes neatly and placed them on a chair, giving him a lovely view of her tight ass and the pouty lips between her legs before she returned to him. Lowering herself to the floor, she assumed the proper position again and waited for his next command.

James couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted to see a mouth around his cock so badly.

"Suck me off," he said, his throat raspy with need. "And look at me while you do it."

Wide, innocent-looking eyes turned upward to meet his gaze as she reached out to brush her fingers over his groin. She held his gaze as she freed his cock, her touch feather-light as she grasped his sensitive skin.

Opening her mouth, she placed his shaft on her tongue, letting it lay there for a moment as he pulsed with need. When her lips finally closed around the tip, sucking him inside little by little until he felt the back of her throat, he groaned, fighting for the first time in years to hold on to his control.

She knew it, the little minx - her eyes couldn't lie. He grasped the sides of her head, threading his fingers through her gorgeous curls and holding her still while he used her mouth. She didn't fight, didn't even gag when he pushed deep, her eyes never wavering from his as her tongue caressed his length.

He came hard and fast, squirting cum down her throat faster than she could swallow. The thought of his seed filling her belly only made his climax longer, and he shuddered with the intensity as he finally released her, falling back against the wall for support. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back as he focused on catching his breath. His mind whirled with the possibilities - if he was so affected by only her mouth, what would it be like to bury himself between her legs?

Raising his head, he looked down to find her maintaining position, her head tilted back. Drops of his cum lay on her breasts, a temporary mark of his ownership. How he'd love to see thick gold rings behind those hard nipples, fitting anchors for a chain and his personal charm.

All in good time.

"On your feet," he said, gentling his voice as he offered her a hand. She accepted his help, wincing ever so slightly. "Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes, Sir. My knees just got a little sore. They'll be fine."

He pulled her close, and leaned down to place a kiss on her lips, tasting himself on her tongue. Walking her backwards, he crowded her against the bed. Helping her to sit, he stepped back for a moment, studying the image before him. She would make a wonderful subject, and he knew just where he wanted the painting to hang. Later.

"Lay down on your back, head on the pillows, arms and legs spread. Open yourself for me, slave."

* * *

Brianna opened her legs, spreading them wide for her master's pleasure. She watched as he knelt at the foot of the bed, his eyes raking over her damp pussy, one finger trailing between her nether lips. He'd called her a slave, yet...she didn't feel humiliated or uncomfortable as she had when Drew had used the same term. Perhaps it was the gentle note in his voice, or the desire in his gaze, but it was different with James. She found herself wanting to be owned, wanting to be kept by him for his personal use.

His stare found hers and she looked away, sure he could read her most private thoughts. He pulled his hand away and she looked back, earning a delicious swirl of the thumb on her too-sensitive clit.

She closed her eyes, arching into his touch, but he withheld yet again until her lashes fluttered open. One digit pushed into her pulsing sheath, rewarding her attention. She nodded, holding eye contact as he crooked his finger and massaged her most sensitive spot, his movements winding her higher and higher until she thought she would burst.

"Please Master," she breathed, her hips moving in time to his ministrations. "May I come?"

He watched her for a moment, making her wait. She slowed her motions, worried that he'd deny her. It was what Drew would have done. Had done, for months at a time.

She looked away in defeat.

"You don't trust me yet." His soft words drew her back, and she bit her bottom lip, unsure whether he wanted an answer or not. His finger still moved inside her, stroking, and she shook her head.

"I'm sorry." She started to back away, stopped only when his thumb nestled in her slit, capturing her tightly in his grasp.

"No," he said, reaching up with his other hand to stroke her face even as his thumb circled lazily over her burning flesh. "You've nothing to apologize for." He thrust harder, faster, bringing her back to the brink. "Come, Brianna. Now."

She cried out, her muscles stiffening as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. Her head fell back, her chest arching as her hips came off the bed. It was like nothing she'd felt in a very long time, maybe not ever, and she struggled to hold on as it carried her away. A finger touched her lips and she opened, drawing it inside to taste her own juices mingled with the flavor of the Master's skin. Greedily she suckled, laving with her tongue and whimpering as he withdrew. The damp digit trailed over her chin and down her neck, stopping just between her tender breasts. Moving to the side, it circled a nipple, then joined another finger to pinch and pull. A sharp nip at her other nipple made her cry out again, and she finally opened her eyes to find him watching her.

"You are beautiful," he said, swirling his tongue around the tip of her breast. "I want to paint you. Just as you are now, your skin glistening and passion in your eyes. But first..." he flicked the tip of a nipple with one finger. "I want to pierce these. I want you to wear my rings."

Brianna shivered. "I'm not sure I can do that," she said, shifting uncomfortably. "Doesn't it hurt a lot? I'm not one of those girls who gets off on a lot of pain." She twitched when James reached over and tweaked one of her nipples again.

"Did that hurt?" he asked, rubbing the palm of his hand over the offended area. "The pain from piercing only lasts a few seconds. It does take some time to heal, but many women enjoy the sensation of something dangling there all the time. And there are chains and charms to wear...I'd get you an exquisite set, of course." He smiled up at her, his finger circling her sensitized skin.

Realizing he hadn't actually hurt her, she shook her head. "No, it didn't hurt - you just surprised me." She started to speak, then stopped, caught in a wave of doubt. Drew had considered the scars he put on her back as his personal mark of ownership along with the collar she'd worn. She knew some Masters branded their slaves, some tattooed, and some used piercing...so did James wanting to pierce her mean he wanted to keep her? He had referred to them as
his
rings, yet she hadn't seen them on any of the other slaves here. Or was it just another fetish he liked? She feared his answer if he took it the wrong way.

Her skin cooled as he backed away and her cheeks grew warm as she realized her attention had wandered too far. Material rustled as he shed his clothes and crawled up the bed on his hands and knees to settle beside her. Leaning back against the headboard, he drew her close under one arm. She laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he stroked her shoulder with his other hand.

"Tell me what's on your mind, Brianna. Whatever it is, I want to know, even if you don't think I'll like it." He traced a finger across the raised marks on her back, holding her still when she would have pulled away. "I will never punish you for telling me the truth. Communication between us is vital."

She nodded, deciding it was better to find out whether he was telling the truth now than later.

"If you pierce me, what does that mean, exactly? I mean, do you intend to...keep me, then? Or are they just a way to enhance my body for your temporary enjoyment?"

She felt him lean his head back as his chest moved under her ear. His fingers stroked lightly over her skin, a comforting yet arousing touch. Closing her eyes, she waited, glad to be shielded from that intense stare of his.

"I thought we'd already settled that," he said, his tone mellow. "I asked you to stay, and you agreed, did you not?"

She nodded. "Yes, but I thought that was just for today. For this." She gently ran her hand over his belly to grasp his cock. "I didn't realize you were asking me to stay for good. You barely know me, after all. And I haven't exactly been very nice to you lately..."

He chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "You've had a lot to deal with lately. Serious stuff. And it's not going to go away overnight. But I want you, Brianna - in my house, and in my bed. I can't say why, but it...
this
feels right to me. But it's up to you, of course. If you want to leave, I'll take you wherever you want to go."

As soon as the words left his mouth, James wanted to take them back. Now that he'd felt what it was like to possess Brianna, he wasn't going to give her up without a fight. He wanted to chain her to the foot of his bed, force her to stay with him until she finally gave in. The mere thought of a thick steel manacle locked around her ankle with enough chain to allow her on the bed or the thick cushion on the floor that he would happily provide had him hard in an instant, and her fingers lazily caressed his length.

"Maybe I could be your client," she said, her breasts pressing into his bare ribs. "Like the women who hire you to learn about being submissive. I could start over..."

James shook his head. "That's not what you need," he said, flipping her underneath him in a move she never saw coming. He pinned both of her wrists above her head as he lay between her legs. Her eyes grew wide and there was an appropriate amount of fear, but he saw her excitement too, felt her arousal as she shifted her pelvis to cradle his cock.

"You already know what you need," he growled. "You just don't want to admit it. I think you want me to just make the choice for you - to take control and tell you what to do like your old Master would. That way if you aren't happy here, with me, it's not your fault, isn't that right?"