“But?” How the hell could she make that happen? Her pussy was soaking, she wore no knickers, the dress was made of silky material, which would show the tiniest spot of moisture.
“There is no but, Cass. Now go and sit down.” He went to the sink and washed his hands. “I’ll fry the steaks and bring them in shortly.” He paused. “And if there is dampness when I inspect your dress later, there will be trouble.”
Cassandra stared at his wide shoulders, his neat hips and his small buttocks encased in dark denim. Much as she liked to obey, she had no idea how he thought she’d succeed at this task.
But maybe that was what he wanted.
Perhaps, tonight, disobedience was the fun, and trouble the treat.
Chapter Three
Cassandra sat at the dining table squeezing her internal muscles as tight as she could. The moisture there was coating her pussy lips but maybe she could prevent more from seeping out and marking her dress—though chances were it was already spoilt with a dark patch.
“These pictures are beautiful,” Sir said, shutting the book after spending all the time since finishing dessert looking through it.
“Yes, and they don’t do it justice,” Sarah said, taking the large hardback. “The real thing is simply stunning. We felt so relaxed when we came home, didn’t we, James?”
“Yes, completely rejuvenated,” James said. He drained the brandy Sir had poured him. “You really should go there for a break, the two of you. If you’re anything like us you’d love it.”
“If you enjoyed it then I’m sure we would.” Sir looked at her. “What do you think, Cass? Would you like to feel the sea on your body, the waves washing over your toes?”
Oh God, as if she wasn’t wet enough. Here he was talking about the ocean. “Yes,” she said quietly. “It would be heavenly.” She was beginning to ache from tensing, from trying to keep the moisture in. But what if she had to stand, go to the kitchen? She was pretty sure there was already a wet patch, but if there wasn’t and she gave up now…
“A holiday does us all good,” Sarah said. “We all work hard.”
“Indeed.” Sir gestured to James’ glass. “Would you like another?”
“Oh no, thank you.” He glanced at his watch. “In fact, we really should be going. Have you finished your coffee, Sarah?”
“Yes, thank you.” Sarah looked at Cassandra and smiled. “Thank you for a really wonderful evening.”
“Thank you for coming. It’s nice to be able to chat without work getting in the way. The phone ringing all the time or Boris shouting for us to do something.” Sarah laughed.
“You’re right there.” James stood and pushed his chair in neatly.
Sir did the same.
So did Sarah.
Sir looked at Cassandra.
She had no choice but to stand, but if she it right, she could keep her back to the wall. Taking a deep breath, she stood. As she did so she was aware of dampness spreading over her folds. Her orgasm had left its mark, she was sure.
Oh, God. How embarrassing.
Sir talked about a new movie just out at the cinema as he helped Sarah into her coat. He then passed James his jacket and clasped his hand on his shoulder. “Great to see you again, James. Let’s not leave it so long until next time.”
“We’ll light the barbecue at ours. Come round soon,” James said, his voice a little slurry— he’d consumed the most alcohol out of them all.
Sarah plucked her car keys from her coat and dangled them in the air. “Good job I’m driving.” She laughed. “Come on, you.”
Cassandra laughed too, but not for long. The little outburst had released a gush of moisture. Damn it. If only she had knickers on and a dress that wasn’t so absorbent.
But she should be okay. They were leaving now, no one would see. Except for Sir.
Oh, what would he say? What would he do?
Cassandra was both nervous and a little giddy with anticipation.
“Cass?” Sir said.
She realized her smile had slipped and she was worrying at her bottom lip with her teeth. Quickly she rearranged her face. “Sorry, just tired.”
Sir tipped his head and raised his eyebrows.
He knew full well she wasn’t tired. She’d slept in until nearly lunchtime then he’d brought her breakfast in bed along with her favorite magazine.
“Well, see you Monday, bright and early,” Sarah said, giving Cassandra a quick hug.
“Yes, see you Monday.” A little sigh of relief escaped Cassandra’s lips as the front door shut. The part of her ordeal that could have been hugely embarrassing in front of their guests was over. That was something, at least. But now she had to face Sir, and take whatever her punishment was if there was a mark on her dress.
“Cass,” he said, clicking the deadlock on the solid oak door. “How do you think you’ve done?”
“What do you mean, Sir?”
“With your dress?”
“I… I don’t know, Sir.” She ran her hands over the flare of her hips and curled her toes on the floor. She glanced down at them. Damn it, she could feel slickness on her inner thighs now.
“Well, we’ll take a look in a minute. But first I want you on your knees.”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded and dropped to the floor. The hall rug was soft and warm on her skin. She angled her heels so she wasn’t pressing her dress over her pussy and clasped her hands behind her back. She stared at the carpet—this was the way he liked her to be when on the ground.
His shadow, shaped by a table lamp next to the bedroom door, stretched across the floor. His outline was long and stretched, and the low lighting elongated his legs and his body so much so that his head was out of her view.
Her breath quickened as she saw his shadow fiddle with his belt buckle. The long leather slid from the loops of his jeans then hung snake-like in his hand, the end trailing on the floor.
Was he going to beat her ass with the belt? It hadn’t been what she’d expected but she’d take it, to please him.
The belt fell to the floor, coiling over itself.
He stepped up to her, his feet still encased in neat black shoes. If it had been lighter she would have been able to see her reflection in them. Sir was meticulous about polishing his footwear. It was one of his things.
The soft sound of his fly undoing told her what was going to happen. Her mouth watered—this was her kind of dessert.
“Open,” he said, gripping the mass of curls on the top of her head and forcing her to look up at him. “Open up for your Master.”
She did as he’d asked, stretching her mouth so wide the joints at the top of her jaw ached. He had a gorgeous big cock and she had to work to take him, whichever hole he decided to use.
“Ah, yeah…” he said, holding his shaft and rubbing the tip of his cock on her bottom lip. “All evening I’ve been watching your mouth, when you speak, when you eat, when you smile. I just wanted to possess it, make it mine, have my cock buried so deeeeep…”
As he’d said the last word he’d slipped in, the flare of his glans traveling over her tongue.
Cassandra stared up at his face as he filled her mouth up with him. She always adored seeing his expression as he entered her body. It was desperation, bliss, control and darkness all wrapped up in one erotic look that turned her the hell on. If it was the last thing she ever saw she’d be happy.