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“Damn, if I’d have realized you were wearing these
under this skirt, we never would’ve have made it out of your house.” He glanced
up at her, his eyes blazing. “Next time, I want you to wear fishnets for me.”

“Fishnets?” Her voice squeaked. She was a sixty-three
year old woman. There was no way in hell she was gonna wear a young woman’s
stockings. He was out of his ever-loving mind. “Amery, please…I’m over sixty…I
don’t wear…”

His eyes snapped and his hand raised her chin. She
flinched when he lifted her face to meet his gaze. “What did you call me,
slave?”

“Amery?” her response was breathless.

His eyes narrowed. “You just earned another two
punishments, slave.”

“Two…Master?” She tugged nervously on the cuffs
holding her.

“Yes. One for forgetting to call me Master, and the
other is for believing that your age has anything to do with your sexiness. If
I want to dress you up in fishnet stockings, stilettos and a micro-mini skirt,
you’ll do it. You have a lush body and I’m not going to allow you to hide it
any longer.”

She flushed at the idea of being led into The
Sanctuary’s Lair as he described. Talk about embarrassing…she wasn’t a young
girl anymore and couldn’t begin to compete with the younger subs.

“Look at me, slave.” His sharp voice broke through
her musing. “You may call me Amery when we’re not in a scene but anytime I put
this on you…” He leaned forward with a slender velvet choker with a beautiful
pearl ringed cameo inset in its lush fabric. “…I expect to be referred to as
Master.” When she opened her mouth to protest, he arched an eyebrow at her. “I
know you think you’ll get out of your punishment for using my name during a
scene today. I’m telling you right now, claiming ignorance at this late date
will not do. You knew we were participating in a scene.”

She bowed her head and nodded her understanding.

“Good, now that we have an understanding, I want you
to wear this for me. This will be your public collar. I’m not like some of my
friends who demand that their subs wear their play collars twenty-four/seven.
You’re an older submissive who deserves a more tasteful collar for times when
we are in public.” He grinned at her suddenly. “But make no mistake, Myrna, I
have a leather collar with a nice sturdy hoop on it with your name on it
waiting for you. Now before we go any further, I offer you this collar and all
it entails. With your acceptance, I’ll become both lover and protector of you.
I’ll care for you, body, heart and soul. You shall be mine to punish and love
as I see fit. In return, I shall give you security, trust, and pleasure unlike
anything you’ve ever known. Do you accept, Myrna Doherty?”

Staring up into his dark eyes, Myrna had an
inexplicable feeling that her life was about to change. Whether for better or
worse she didn’t know. The idea of Amery actually being serious about having a
long-term Dom-slave relationship with her boggled her mind.

“Myrna?” He thumbed her lower lip. “Please let me show
you what you’ve been missing all these years. No man will take better care of
you than me. Take a chance, sweetheart. You won’t regret it.”

If he’d demanded she accept his collar or tried to
seduce her into accepting it, Myrna would’ve been able to resist. But instead
she lightly nipped his thumb where it rested on her lower lip before sucking it
gently inside her mouth. Sucking on it and twirling her tongue around the salty
skin, she finally released it with an audible pop. “Yes, Master, I accept your
collar.” Even as nerves jumped in her stomach and she waited for the
uncomfortable feeling of entrapment, nothing occurred. Instead her heart
pounded as his calloused hands brought the choker up to her throat. She
swallowed when the sensual velvet brushed against her skin. A moment and a few
fumbles later, her new Master had her collar clasped securely around her
slender neck.

If she’d expected him to savor the moment of her
collaring, she was sadly mistaken. As soon as the small silver clasp at the
back of the choker was fastened, Amery moved away. He sank to his knees in
front of her. Kneeling on the pillow she’d abandoned earlier, he grabbed the
second one, lifted her hips and shoved it under her before ripping her panties
in half. A startled cry escaped her tight throat as two pieces of silk
fluttered to the train floor.
He just ripped off my panties!

“Beautiful.” His voice was reverent as his fingers
traced over her swollen labia. He looked up at her. “I want this pretty little
pussy bare, slave. I want nothing to interfere with my pleasure or yours. We’ll
do it together later.” He tugged at the moist curls guarding her entrance.
Sliding his fingertips trough the shallow hollow he toyed with her before
finally teasing her opening. Her eyes met his when his finger tested her. One
quick twist of his wrist and the first two fingers were buried deep inside her.
Her gasp was drowned out by his hoarse exhalation. “Damn, slave, you’re so
wet.” He pulled his fingers part-way out before thrusting them back in. The wet
sucking sound of her flesh around his roughened skin had her moaning. “Have you
ever been fisted, slave?”

She cried out, his words reminiscent of her dream.
Dear
Lord, please don’t let him do this to me.
Shaking her head in denial, Myrna
tried to pull back from the hard thrusting of his fingers, but the pillow under
her hips allowed no escape. Wrapping her hands around the metal bar she was
attached to, she tried to pull herself up and away, desperate to stop what she
was sure was going to be the most humiliating experience of her life. The
pounding pressure and pleasure his fingers gave was driving her rapidly over
the edge. She couldn’t remember ever being this easy to excite. Not even during
the beginning of her relationship with Grant over four decades ago had her body
responded this readily.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” A firm hand
hauled her back down and forced his fingers deeper. She froze when his fingers
curled and brushed a spot within her so sensitive she thought she was going to
orgasm right on the spot.

“Master!” Her plea drew a chuckle out of Amery.

“That’s right.” He continued to rub against the patch
of flesh. His thumb found her clit. She screeched when he rubbed her flesh,
both inside and out, in a maddening rhythm. Her thighs trembled and her chest
heaved under her heavy blouse as she fought to keep from coming. The intensity
of the coming climax had her panting.
I can’t do this!
She dug her
fingernails into her palms, hoping against hope the pain would distract her.

“Still hanging on, I see.” His thumb lightened. She
sighed as the climax which had just moments ago been tugging at her faded away.
“We’ll just see how long your control lasts, slave, before you give over to
me.” He withdrew his fingers from her. Her low protest turned into a shriek
when his head dipped and his tongue speared through her soaked folds, lashing
at her as he feasted on the wonderful juices running from her desperately
aroused body.

“Oh God, Master, no…don’t do…ah God help me.” She
knew she was babbling but couldn’t stop. The wet heat of his tongue, as it
darted back and forth, over her clit and down to her opening and then back was
sending new shards of agonizing pleasure through her. His teeth nipped at her
clit and she arched towards him, her body once again fighting to come. She
wailed as he removed his mouth from her. He lifted his head and grinned at her.

“It’s not going to be quite so easy, slave. We have
several hours until lunchtime and at least one more after that before we arrive
in Dublin. I’m going to spend our time pushing your body to unbearable heights,
and you’ll not come until I give you permission. That is to be your punishment
for coming last night. Between the two of us, you shall learn to control your
urges.”

A tortured gasp pushed past her lips. “Dear Lord,
help me.”

* * * *

Kneeling between his slave’s raised thighs, Amery
continued to tease her swollen flesh. It’d been nearly twenty minutes since
he’d begun and he already found himself weakening. Listening to her gasping moans
and pleas were pure aphrodisiacs to his ears. He loved the sounds she made in
her throat when he nipped on the crease of her thigh, or when he applied his
teeth to her swollen clit.

If it had been any other woman, he would’ve had more
control. Control needed not only over the slave, but right now over his own
body. Inside his pants, his cock was hard and throbbing, his balls drawn up
tight. He wanted – no he needed to be buried deep inside
his
slave,
his
Myrna. She was perfect for him, touching her was like trying to hold
lightning. His hands, mouth, chest, and cock - all had been in touch with her
sexy luscious body and they tingled with awareness.

“For God’s Sake, Master! Please!” Her hips arched
towards him, now not in an effort to get away from his probing fingers and
tongue, but instead to get closer.

He drew his fingers out, loving the wetness coating
the first three fingers. He loved how her body clasped at them, how wet she
got. He could drown in her and never complain. The wet sounds as he slid them
back inside of her had him grunting.
Have I ever heard anything more erotic
than this?
He seriously doubted it. Parting her lips with his free hand, he
exposed her swollen nubbin to his gaze. When he pursed his lips and blew over
the damp flesh, she cried out and threatened him with death, castration, even
with her own son, if he didn’t let her come. When her voice broke, he knew it
was time. She was ready to give over to him.

“Look at me, slave.” His voice wasn’t as firm as he’d
have liked but it was enough to get her attention. She opened her blurry eyes.
“Do you want to come, Myrna?”

She nodded. “Oh God, yes! Please!” She yanked on the
cuffs holding her. He made a mental note to check her wrists when they were
done.

Hooking his fingers inside her pussy once more, he
pressed insistently against the rough patch. She bucked against his hand,
wailing as her body begged for a harder, faster rhythm - anything to sate the
burning inferno enveloping her. His fingers were soaked where they stretched
her. Her thighs were damp while her eyes were wild with desire.
God, I’ve
never seen anything as beautiful as she is right at this moment.

Placing his finger on her clit, he forcefully
strummed it. He devoured her expression as overwhelming pleasure swamped her.

“Can I…ah hell…please, Master!” The desperation in
her voice had him giving in.

“Okay, okay, slave, I’ll let you come. Although we’re
gonna have to work on your stamina.” He parted her folds and sucked at her
clit. More juices flowed out of her. As her panting increased and she tried to
move away, his hands tightened around her. She wailed as he sunk his tongue
inside her. He simply couldn’t get enough. Desire had him tight in its grasp.

His straight teeth nipped her clit and she stilled
under him. Her thighs were trembling against the sides of his face. She was
mumbling incoherently, now beyond herself. She needed just a bit more. Keeping
his mouth sealed over her nether lips and clit, he let his free hand slide
under her blouse. Tweaking her nipple hard, he forced her over the edge. Under
his mouth she grew even wetter and his mind whirled as the first spurt of her
climax cascaded over his tongue.
Oh Goddess, she squirts!
A low moan of
pleasure left him even as her scream drowned it out. Slurping as fast as he
could, he swallowed every gush of her honey. Loving every drop that left her to
drip on him – he kept his arms wrapped around her hips, keeping her immobile.

When she finally fell back onto the pillow with a low
careening moan, he loosened his hold on her. “Look at me, slave.” His voice was
deep and still hoarse.

A red blush covered her cheeks. Whether it was from
the intense orgasm he’d forced from her or deep embarrassment he couldn’t say.
Either way he wasn’t letting her hide from him. Her eyes opened. “God damned if
that wasn’t worth waiting for, baby, and damned if you don’t taste delicious.”

He could feel her surprise as he went about licking
the remains of the wetness off her thighs. The idea she might think he’d reject
her body’s enthusiastic response bothered him. She would soon realize she had a
lot to learn about him and what he prized. He loved everything about her –
including her incredible releases. In time, she would realize just how much.

Chapter Ten

Lying back against the bench, Myrna tried to control
her breathing. Pleasure was still buffeting her. She closed her eyes. She
couldn’t look down at the man, her Master, kneeling between her thighs. She
felt the occasional lick as he found another trail of juice. Fear kept her
still. She’d tried to control the explosion and utterly failed. While it hadn’t
been as hard as she’d ever come, she’d managed to not soak him through. There
was a reason she had a water proof sheet under her flannel fitted sheets. If
she truly let go she’d ruin a mattress in no time. Despite the release he’d
drawn from her, she still felt burning ambers of desire. She wasn’t completely
sated but she wasn’t going to let Amery know.
I’ll control this if it’s the
last thing I do.

“Look at me, slave.”

 She took a deep breath and forced her eyes open.
Time
to face the music.
Between her thighs, Amery knelt, his hands rubbing up
and down. His face was flushed and she could see the wetness along his swollen
lips, chin and jaw. He looked utterly delicious.