My Master sheaths himself inside me…And he holds. "Elizabeth, a good sub always gives easy access to her Dominant."Hint taken…Canting my hips. I swing my legs up and wide, to wrap around his waist, but as I do so, he withdraws, slapping palms to the back of my knees, leaning his weight forward to spread me further, my legs doubled back, my sex spread, displayed and accessible.He releases a little pressure from my knees. "Can you hold that position?""Um… Some support perhaps, Master? Under my hips."He nods, short and sharp, then tugs a pillow from his side of the bed, pushing it under me and into the small of my back. "Better?""Yes, much better." I shift, flexing my spine, curving back on myself to keep my legs splayed as my Master wishes."Good girl…"He doesn't smile, but his pupils are huge and black as he trails fingers along the inner thigh of one leg, then reaches for the other with his mouth. To one side, nails once more dig in, a pin-prick line of pain which trips downwar
The dim evening shadows have been replaced by brilliant morning sunshine, a snap to the air and a sheen over shaded streets where the frost hasn't faded.In my Master's office, he flips open his laptop, then aims a finger at the plan drawers. "A lot of this kind of work is done using computer models and I'll get that forwarded to you, but sometimes there's no substitute for having the information laid out in front of you."The finger jabs down. "Second and third drawers. You'll find a lot of what you need in there. Schematics of the City, street maps, service plans and so on." The finger swings to the filing cabinet. "Bottom drawer. Guides on which areas are demarcated as residential, industrial, retail and so on. Help yourself. Sing out if you can't find anything. Any questions, Will should be here later this morning. Alright?""That's fine, Master. I'll get myself familiar with everything first."He nods a smile, then turns back to his laptop, checking through his emails, I think. Af
Bob Moran's office is right next door. In well under a minute, a knock at the door, and without waiting for an answer, my Master's Technical Director enters.His face florid and his breathing heavy, he moves slowly, his movement laboured. My Master frowns as he sees him, pulling out a chair. "Have a seat, Bob. Coffee?""No, I'm good, thanks…" He flops into the chair, his forehead is sheened with sweat… "Doc's ordered me off coffee." He nods acknowledgement. "Commissioner.""Mr Moran." Will sits back in his seat, sipping at coffee and brandied steam. "So what can you tell me about progress with this bridge of yours?""That it's good news. I've located an excellent man for the task. The preliminary ideas he offered were imaginative and appealing…" He glances at my Master, who nods happily… "… And the follow-up work he's done since is top-notch."I interrupt. "I'm sorry, but how is something like this imaginative? Building a traffic bridge?"My Master's lips quirk and he exchanges a glan
My Master sighs. "My Love, if you don't stop doing that, I swear I will bend you forward over this table and fuck you until there's a map of the City tattooed on your cheek."?Whoops!All unintentionally, my left hand on my file, my right hand has been stroking his thigh."In fact…" He slants me a look… "Elizabeth, stand up. Bend forward."I shoot a glance to the outer office. "Francis…""… Isn't due back from her lunch for another thirty minutes. I don't plan on taking nearly that long." Nonetheless, he strides to the door, turns the key in the lock, then draws down the blind on the internal window.He turns back to me, brow cocked, arms folded. "Elizabeth?" Sucking in my smile… "Yes, Master...." … obediently, I turn back to face the conference table. As I'm about to lean over, he swoops in, carefully scooping up a great armload of my layers of plans with their stuck-on notes, then lays them just as carefully down on his own desk.Striding across, he stands over me. "Face down on th
For the umpteenth time, I check my reflection.Gathered under my breasts, the silky fabric floats to ankle level, glinting like black starlight as I move. The haltered top enhances the line of my neck and shoulders and gives me the chance to display my Master's gift to me, an emerald teardrop suspended on its silvery chain.He stands behind me, his hands on my shoulder, kissing into my neck. "My Love, you look stunning. You can leave the mirror behind.""Sorry, Master. I'm just a bit nervous."The hands slide from the shoulders to my waist, then give me a squeeze. "It's only an overblown party. There's nothing to be nervous of.""But this is my first time as your wife. And always before, there was only us, or just a few, like the Thorntons. This is the first time I've come out with you like this. So public. There for everyone to see."Laughter ripples through his voice. "I'd like to think that you don't need to come out to be seen with me."He has a point about my small verbal faux pas
My champagne flute halts mid-air of its own accord. "I'm sorry?"Next to Irene, her husband sucks at his teeth, stares into his wine glass, then helps himself from a bowl of nibbles.My Master shifts beside me, eyes glinting. He's opening his mouth to speak when another voice breaks in, the man from the fourth couple on the table, who I've not yet had chance to speak to."It's an interesting word, isn't it…" he drawls, aiming his words at Irene. His accent is cultured. The words clipped and well enunciated. "… Sophistication. And the way the word is used these days… In its original sense, it meant contaminated, or impure. The word derives from a Latin root and is closely allied with sophistry, meaning, to make a false argument with the intent to convince one's audience."Irene flushes, looking away. The man who spoke head-jerks and eye-rolls her way, then tilts his glass at me. I flush too, but I tilt back.I lean sidelong, murmuring, "Who's that?"My Master speaks from the corner of h
Grace gives my hand a quick double pat. Then, measuring out her words, "Did you know that…" She pauses, as though wondering if she should continue… "Did you know that Irene had… a… thing… for Richard herself, when they were younger?"I do a quick mental stagger. "She did?"She clicks her tongue. "Oh, yes." She clicks again. "Actually, she was pretty free and easy with all the boys, but she tried harder with Richard.""Boys? When was this?""Schooldays. But while your Richard and my Will both attended the local high school, Irene and her upwardly mobile cronies were sent to a ladies' college, learning how to behave."Why didn't he tell me this?"So, what happened?""As Will tells it to me, Irene and her gang of friends hung around the flicks and the burger bars making cows eyes at the boys they fancied. Irene targeted Richard. And 'cause he was a teenage kid runnin' on hormones and hope, he went for it.""Went for it? So… how far did it go?""Not very far. Irene's father spotted them to
How long do I have to be polite to this bitch?"Excuse me, madam." The waiter behind me, with the first course.All aside from giving me the excuse to ignore Irene, it smells divine. Some kind of soup, creamy and fishy, sprinkled with parsley, and thick enough to qualify as a stew. I reach for a spoon, then…Damn…The place in front of me is set out left and right, with battalions of cutlery. And now that I look, four different wine glasses are ranked to my right.Uncertain, I turn to my Master, but he is distracted, talking to Chancellor Wilmore across the table. As I hesitate, Irene watches. Heat pricks at my cheeks.Something nudges at me, Grace's elbow in my ribs. Behind a napkin, out of Irene's line of sight, she wriggles fingers, then picks up the rightmost item, a spoon. Dipping into her soup at twelve o'clock on the dish, she drags the base of the spoon over the rim, clearing the drips. Bringing the spoon up to her lips, she sips from the edge.Watching from the corner of my ey