Sam worried when it was Scott who met them by the garage elevator instead of Rosie. Where was she? She’d put in a cursory appearance at the office in the morning before disappearing for nearly five hours. Which was lucky for him because it had given him a chance to duck out of the office to arrange his surprise. Hopefully Kris would keep his mouth shut about that trip.
“Rosie isn’t upset about something, is she?” he asked Scott as they rode the elevator to the top floor.
Scott shrugged. “No, she seemed fine when she got back this afternoon.”
“Do you know what she’d been doing?”
“Shopping from the looks of the bags she was carrying.” He grinned. “One of the bags was from Victoria’s Secret. Looks like she’s got plans for the night. Oh, and she grabbed the floor plans to your place, but she didn’t seem to be worried about anything. Why?”
He unlocked the door to Sam’s penthouse, a sure sign that Rosie was inside since Scott hadn’t felt it necessary to check it out first.
Sam closed the door and locked it, listening as Scott’s footsteps retreated down the hall. “Rosebud? You here?”
“I’m right here. Master.”
“Holy fuck,” he breathed as Rosie sashayed toward him wearing only a fire-engine red leather bustier and a matching pair of stilettos. And here he’d been expecting trouble. This type of trouble he’d take on any day.
“I take it I meet with your approval. Master?” She stopped in front of him and lowered her eyes, her hands demurely clasped behind her back.
Just like a properly taught submissive. Goddamn, if Rosie had managed to sneak past Andy and watch some scenes at the club that day, he was going to strangle them both. Unless Thalia had given Rosie private lessons in her office. His blood pressure lowered slightly.
“Rosie? You want to tell me what’s goin’ on?”
Rosie kept her eyes trained on her toes as she answered, “I would like to learn to be a good submissive, Master. Will you train me?”
From the immediate hard-on he got, his cock definitely approved of the plan. Did she have any idea what she was asking of him? What he might ask of her?
“Do you mean for the night? Or for the long haul?”
She looked down, frowning, before answering slowly, “Which would you prefer? Master?”
He didn’t want her just as a playmate for the night. He wanted this-her-for a lot longer. Except that would put her in danger from whatever psycho was stalking him. She was probably already in danger.
Maybe there was a way… He was getting ahead of himself anyway. She might not like what he planned for her. For tonight, it would be a game he’d play, then they could discuss the scene and decide if she wanted to take further or not.
“I don’t expect you to commit to the lifestyle based on one night. It takes a lot of discussion to make that commitment, Rosie. And we’ve barely scratched the surface. Let’s see if you feel the same way at the end of the night.”
“Yes, Master.” A question flickered across her brow. “Except if we did it long term, would I have to call you Master at work?”
He slid an arm behind her, flattened his hand over the small of her back as he pulled her hard against him. “I’d never do anything to embarrass you at work. I’ll only ask that you call me Master during our scene play. And we’ll save the scenes for special times-you don’t always need to be the sub. The rest of the time we can just be Rosie and Sam.”
Her body relaxed against him and the playful look returned to her eyes.
“But,” he continued, “should we decide to continue your training, I reserve the right to start a scene whenever and wherever I choose. And that’s not always going to be here in the privacy of the apartment. I won’t call upon you at work, but one day when we’re out with friends who may not know about our agreement, or when we’re at a party, or walkin’ down the Mall, I will call you Princesa and you will obey me, no questions asked.”
She tilted her head, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “So we could be sitting at a restaurant, and if you told me to slide under the table and go down on you, I’d have to or you’d punish me. Have I got that right?”
“Exactly.”
“I think I can handle that. I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist.” When she unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside to stroke his cock, he leaned his head against the wall, struggling to maintain control. “It’s nice to know you-Christ, that feels good, baby-won’t have any problems with that little scenario.”
She flicked her thumb over the head of his cock, smearing a dab of pre-come over it, before removing her hand. “What do you wish for your slave to do for you first, Master?”
Pity she didn’t still have her hand wrapped around his cock when she’d called him that. She would have felt it throbbing even more than it already was.
He held her by the shoulders, letting her feel his strength. Then once she got his message to stay in place, he strolled around her, slowing for a prolonged appreciation of her backside.
“You’re not my slave, Rosie.” Though Jill had preferred complete domination and referred to herself as his slave, he’d never believed in the Total Power Exchange of the Master/slave relationship.
He forced himself to concentrate. “With me as your Dom, you’ll always have a choice. And by choosing to follow my instructions, you’ll prove your obedience and loyalty.”
“Just so you know-while I’m up for almost anything, I do have limits.”
“So do I. That’s why you have your safe word. And before we begin I’ll give you a list of things that you’ll agree or disagree to do or allow to be done. We’ll write up a contract so there are no misunderstandings.”
“I’ve already filled one out-it’s on your desk.”
Thalia had to be behind tonight’s adventure. Tomorrow, he was definitely going to pay a visit to his former mentor and find out just what had happened after he’d left Rosie at the club that day.
He wrapped his arms around her, drew her against him, and rubbed her back. Her heart was racing but whether from fear or excitement he couldn’t tell. “Trust me, Rosebud, I’ll never do anything you don’t want to do. Everything will be safe, sane and consensual. And we’ll take it slow. I’m not going to expect you to understand and do everything that I will ask of you, but I hope you’ll trust me enough to at least try.”
“I know.” She rested her head on his chest. “So how do we start?”
“You still wanna use cochino as your safe word?”
She nodded. “It’s as good as any.”
“What’s the proper way to respond?” he gently reminded her.
“Oh. Yes, Master.”
“Once we start tonight’s scene, you will do what I tell you to do with no argument. If I tell you to crawl across the floor, you’ll crawl. Willingly. If I ordered you to answer the door naked, you would do it with a smile.” When she frowned, he amended. “We’ve already established I won’t demand anything of you around your co-workers, right? So I wouldn’t ask you to do anything like that around Andy or Scott, anyone. The point is, if I give you an order, you will obey me without question. And when it is time for your punishments, you will offer your pretty ass up to me with a smile and then you’ll thank me afterwards.”
“Yes, Master.” A hint of a smile crossed her lips before she bowed her head again.
What was she so pleased about? That he’d agreed to her terms? Or…oh, who knew? Whatever man could figure out the inner workings of a woman’s head deserved a Nobel Peace Prize. Time to regain control, because he had a feeling he’d just lost it.
“Just so you’re warned, if you disrespect me or ignore an instruction tonight, I will spank you.”
Did her eyes just widen? Yeah, her pupils were dilating and her breath was shallowing. Son of a gun. So punishments may actually be a reward to her.
He let his smile broaden. “And if you’re very disobedient, I will flog you. Maybe you’ll even beg me to punish you.”
“Yes, Master.”
Minx. “By the way, I should warn you. By agreeing to my terms tonight, you’re giving me permission to fuck that beautiful rosebud ass of yours again.”
She stuck one hand on her hip and struck a pose, her head tilted to one side. “Do you know what I think? I think you’re deliberately trying to scare me. But I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“Yeah,” he said softly, the predatory animal hidden deep inside leaping to the surface. Miss Rosalinda Maria Ramos’s reaction couldn’t have pleased him, or challenged him, more. “Yeah, you are. Now go into the kitchen, Princesa, and fetch me a beer.”
To his surprise, she readily agreed. “Yes, Master.”
She returned less than thirty seconds later, Heineken opened and poured into a glass. He sat down on the couch. “Whenever we’re in a room together, you will always stay lower than me.” Considering her height compared to his, that wouldn’t be difficult.
She surprised him again when, instead of sitting on the couch beside him, she knelt at his feet in a supplicant position as if she’d practiced for days. Maybe she had. A niggling feeling started in his chest, wormed through his intestines. Where had she seen someone in this position if she’d stayed in the office? Unless Thalia brought someone into the office to demonstrate. Just what other demonstrations had Thalia provided?
“Take off the bustier.”
“Yes, Master.” He was rather disappointed that she didn’t fight him, didn’t yell about how he was from the dark ages. Push her, see what she might tell you. Because she’s obviously trying to push you…somewhere. But where?
With a smile suggestive of more, she undid the laces of the bustier and let it drop on the floor. Her hair draped over her shoulders, the curls pointing toward the dark brown buds of her nipples. Beautiful. Luscious. His.
How far should he test her limits? Start with something simple.
“Go stand in front of the window, facing out.”
Her glance darted toward the picture window and the first sign of hesitation appeared. “But the people in the condo on the other side of the street might be able to see that I’m bare-assed naked.”
“That’s the point.”
He wouldn’t tell her that he knew exactly who would be watching, or how they reciprocated for him.
He waited until she was in position before saying, “And questioning me has earned you your first punishment.”
“Cr-” She started to protest then stopped. She straightened and gave him a regal nod. “Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”
Like hell she was sorry. She looked like the proverbial cat with canary feathers stickin’ out of her mouth. But what was her game?
“I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, Master,” Rosie said. “And I’m sorry I forgot to call you Master, Master.”
“Apology accepted but I will still have to discipline you. Later.” Once he figured out what she was after. “Pull that chair over and put one foot up on it.” Once she’d obeyed him, he said, “Now play with yourself. Pinch your nipples and get them good and hard, and make your sweet little pussy real wet. And don’t leave your position or stop pleasuring yourself until I return.”
“Yes, Master.”
He flicked off the light beside him, and turned on a halogen above her, spotlighting her. Turning his back on her, he snagged the contract and list she’d left on his desk, then walked into the bedroom. He ditched his suit, exchanging it for a black silk shirt and set of leather pants with a laced fly that would let him completely free both his cock and his balls. “You playin’ with yourself like I told you?”
“Yes, Master. I’m SO hot.”
He snorted quietly at her exaggerated tone. A check of the list revealed little he hadn’t already guessed about her preferences. Hmm, that was interesting. Where he’d have bet big money she’d check “definitely not” under mйnage, she’d checked “might consider”. And she’d checked “definitely” in the flogging and spanking column. A scan of the rest of the items showed, with few exceptions, Miss Rosalinda Ramos was game for just about anything he would want to do with her.
“Does the idea that someone might be watching me masturbate make you jealous, Master? Or does it make you horny?”
Oh, yeah, she was deliberately racking up the points. Getting her to submit, to obey him, was going to be such a challenge.
“Just keep touching yourself, Princesa. And you’re up to punishment number three.” He opened his safe room, and ran a finger along the shelf containing his collection of dildos and butt plugs, choosing a remote control vibrator that would pay particular attention to her G-spot. He tucked the remote in his pocket so she wouldn’t realize it would vibrate. Yet.
If she’d done what he’d told her, he probably wouldn’t need any lube, but he grabbed a tube just in case, then added a harness.
She was where he’d left her, following his instructions to the letter. A light sheen of sweat dewed her skin. Lord, what a picture she made, her skin and fingers glistening under the halogen, her nipples dark, hard berries waiting to be suckled. And…oh, yeah, those little hitches in her breath she made when she was close to orgasm were starting.
He palmed his groin, resettling his burgeoning cock. “That’s another rule. You are not allowed to come unless I give you permission.”
He allowed her a huff of exasperation. It was his fault he hadn’t reminded her of that rule beforehand.
Standing behind her, he cupped her mons, letting his fingers trail through the slick cream coating her labia. “Very nice.” He withdrew his fingers and drew them across her lips. “Lick your lips, baby. Taste how sweet you are.”
Her tongue slowly slid over her top lip then she turned her head and looked up at him. “Don’t you want a taste, Master?”
“Baby, you’re going to have to remember you’re not supposed to speak. That makes punishment number four.” Before she could protest, he captured her mouth with his. While she was distracted, he slid the dildo into her, rotating it so its curve would press against her most sensitive spot every time she moved. She’d tell him later that was mean, and maybe it was, but she had to learn to control her orgasm to his command.
He draped the leather harness over her shoulder and stepped away. “Put that on.”
“Yes, Master.”
He grabbed the chair she’d braced herself on and turned it around to face the window, then tossed a throw pillow on the floor. No need in her hurting her knees. He sat down, splaying his legs wide and pointed to the floor between them. “Kneel.”
After unlacing his fly and freeing his cock, he stroked himself. “You know what I want, Princesa.”
“Yes, Master.
She bent over him, her hair brushing his thighs in a silken caress. When she put her lips around his cock, he buried his fingers in her hair. “Remember, I can come, but you can’t.”
His cock filling her mouth, she muttered something indecipherable. The vibrations drove him insane so he decided to share the experience by using the remote to her vibrator. When she realized what he’d done, he held her head in place and pumped his cock deep into her mouth. From the way she squirmed, he could tell the vibrator was doing its job, driving her as insane as she was driving him.
Her tongue flattened against his length, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep. The little moans she made drove him over the edge, his climax rocketing through him.
As she licked the lingering drops of come from his head, she smiled up at him. Damn she looked so perfect there. She’d look even better lying beneath him on the couch, her eyes unfocussed as he drove into her. But tonight, she was playing a game, thinking she knew about the lifestyle. So he’d show her exactly what happened when you played with fire.
“Go make me dinner, Princesa. Your master’s hungry.”
“Aren’t you-” A look of disappointment flickered across her face, mutating into frustration. “Yes, Master.”
Smiling to himself, he removed a cigar from his humidor and listened to her muttering to herself as she banged pots and pans in the kitchen. She’d expected him to reciprocate, to let her climax in return. Soon, she’d realize his denial of her pleasure was part of her training. Would she be so enthusiastic about her training when she realized she’d have to hand over such control to him?
Realizing Rosie was being extremely quiet, he wandered into the kitchen, and found her grabbing the counter with both hands, hunched over as she panted.
He hurried to her side. “What’s the matter, Rosebud?”
She could barely breath as she glared at him. “I’m trying really hard here not to come, goddamn it.” She closed her eyes and forced her breath out through her teeth. “Oh, God, Sam, I need to come so bad.”
“Poor little Rosebud, I left the vibrator going, didn’t I?” He wrapped one arm around her waist, and pulled her back against him. He dipped his fingers into the cleft between her legs. “Come for me, Rosie.”
It took only a single swipe of his finger over her swollen clit before she shook in release. They stood entwined, Rosie trembling as the aftershocks died down. He could have stood there forever, holding her, comforting her. Loving her.
After turning off the vibrator, he bent down and kissed her. “You go take out the vibrator and I’ll help you with dinner.”
The meal was almost complete when his Berry buzzed, Andy texting him that he was about to have visitors. Ah, now this might be an interesting test for her resolve. Sam composed a reply instructing Andy to allow his guests through but to go back into the apartment and leave the hallway clear. When the doorbell chimed, she looked to him, frowning when he didn’t get it.
“Someone’s at the door, Princesa. Wouldn’t do to keep them waiting.”
She turned slowly, carefully placing a paring knife down on the table. Ooops, good thing it wasn’t stickin’ in the cabinet an inch from his head. Or in the middle of his forehead. He had a feelin’ she had a damned good aim.
“You expect me to answer the door naked?”
“Yup. Andy’s back in his apartment, so no one will see you.”
“Did you forget about the cameras monitoring your door? Master.”
Crap. He had.
He pulled a face and shrugged out of his shirt. “Here, put this on.”
The doorbell chimed a second time just as he reached the front door. “Hey, Thalia, what brings you to the neighborhood?”
Spencer pushed Thalia into Sam’s foyer before Thalia replied, “Jocelyne invited us to dinner. After seeing Rosie’s little show in the window, I thought I’d drop in. Since I’m in the neighborhood.”
“Wasn’t that convenient for you? I’m surprised you didn’t convince Jocelyne and Robert to come here with you.”
Thalia chuckled. “Next time perhaps. Robert thanks you for the show, by the way.”
Sam shut the door behind Spencer and called, “Rosie, come out here and greet our guests.” He lowered his voice. “I want to know exactly what you said and showed Rosie at the club the other day. Everything, Thalia.”
Rosie peered around the corner. His shirt enveloped her like a dress, reaching nearly to her knees. And damned if that didn’t look just as sexy as when she was naked.
“Hello, Thalia. Spencer. I’m, uh, just in the middle of making dinner.”
“Come here, Princesa.”
Muttering under her breath, she took a deep breath and stepped to the middle of the doorway, her hands clasped in front.
“Rosalinda,” Sam growled when she didn’t come any closer. “Come. Here.”