hanging rails. As Master Angus went in to take off and hang up his kilt, he turned on the light and she saw that many shelves were empty. There were drawers too and racks for shoes. She looked into the bathroom, all tiles and stainless steel. The shower was huge with angled heads floor to ceiling, plenty of room for two. There were two vanity units with glass sinks and between them on the wall a huge heated towel rail. Shelves contained towels in all shades from palest beige to chocolate-brown and palest aqua to deep jade. How strange that the colours she preferred he seemed to like so much, too. She said as much to him, but he only smiled. The back of each vanity unit had a large plain mirror edged with light bulbs as if in a theatre dressing room. No escaping what you looked like in the morning in there!
He came up behind her and said,
“And now what I have been waiting for since I first saw you in the club!” So saying, he kissed her, gently at first, licking and nibbling along the seam of her lips then using his tongue to part them and press inside. He explored all of her mouth and sucked her tongue into his. She tried to kiss him back, but he was fully in charge tonight and she could see he intended to keep a tight control. Her legs gave way and she was relieved that he held her up. She stood still while he stripped her, folding her clothes and putting them in the walk-in wardrobe. She made no objection as he took her into the bathroom and into the shower. It felt so good to have him wash her all over with scented shower gel. She wanted to do the same for him but he would not allow her to wash him. She wondered why. Maybe he was too aroused to be able to stand having her hands all over him. She could sympathise with that. Next, h e wrapped her in warm, fluffy towels and dried her, then took her to the bed, stripped off the covers, and laid her on her back, propped up on a bank of pillows. She moaned as he took her mouth again then dotted tiny kisses all along her neck and down her shoulders. He licked, sucked, and nibbled his way down to her breasts. She wanted to touch him, to hold him, too. She guessed that, being a Dom, this first time he would want to restrain her. That he had not done so was in deference to her physical state, she was sure. She decided that she would do it for him and remain still, however difficult it was going to be. She clutched the sheet in her hands and hung on. He reached into a drawer in the night table and got out a box. It contained a pair of tweezer nipple clamps with moonstones dangling from them on thin chains. He sucked one nipple until it was hard then attached the clamp and adjusted it until she hissed in pain and he slackened it slightly. Then he did the same to the other nipple and smiled as he looked at what he had done. He flicked each nipple and scraped his nails across them. The feeling was intense, and the jolt of feeling hit hard even in her clit. He licked and nipped his way down to her pussy, and she tensed as she waited for him to touch her there. He chuckled and slipped down the bed to start on her foot then all the way up her leg. Again she expected to feel his hands and mouth when he reached her clit, but all he did was chuckle and start on the other foot. She was getting so desperate and wondered how he could keep such control. She was moaning and raising her hips, wanting his touch, wanting him inside her. She pleaded, “Master, Master.”
He ignored her pleas, her sighs, her moans and continued to use his hands and mouth to drive her ever higher and never where she wanted, needed him to touch. How could he do this? He must be ready to explode himself if the state of his cock was anything to judge by. He was stiff, engorged, and the veins stood out like cords.
Just when she thought she would scream in frustration, he parted her labia.
About bloody time, she thought.
“Just so, lassie,” he said. Had she said that out loud? His fingers rubbed around her clit
Adriana Hunter, Carmen Cross