Free Desire's Golden Dreams by Tish Domenick Page B

and the butler, specific orders to let no one disturb us. You and I are hammering out a particularly difficult contract as far as they know.
    “Thus, I am the master of you and of the house for two days. You will obey my every request and you may not move from the bedroom except by my consent or request. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, but—”
    He pinched her nipples with a fierce twist. “You know the proper way to address me and I did not authorize any questions. You will answer mine. Otherwise you may not speak.” He slapped her bottom with his hand, then through her slip he squeezed her vaginal lips until she grimaced. “Now do you understand?” Rocco almost wished she would be belligerent. He wanted to tame her with some delicious punishments.
    “Yes, I certainly do.”
    “And you will behave and use the proper form of address?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “That’s better.” Rocco grinned. His Hannah was too bright not to figure out the parameters of the game. They had played short versions of master and slave before, but not to the extent they would play tonight. He had her in his control all weekend, two glorious days that would have to last him the rest of his life. “I will not punish you this time, but in the future you will receive severe retribution if you defy me or call me anything but Master. Now, undress for me—slowly.”
    She had already removed her dress, shoes, and stockings and did not wear a girdle around the house. Her petticoat buttoned up the front and she lingered over each satin-covered button until they were all undone.
    “Do not use your hands to take it off. Shimmy, shaking your tits and ass until it falls to the floor.”
    She shook her shoulders until the petticoat began slipping. It caught on her bandeau and she reached up to tug on it.
    He grabbed her hands and tied them together with a scarf. “Use your body only.”
    Hannah inhaled and quickly exhaled and hunched until the silk dropped to her hips where it caught again. She gyrated and it began to move.
    “Turn slowly as you work your hips.”
    Hannah did as she was told. Gradually the garment fell and when it pooled at her feet she stepped out of it. Being blindfolded with her hands tied, she lost balance and Rocco had to steady her.
    “You must be more graceful. I am not aroused by clumsiness.” He ripped her bandeau off and bit down on her nipple. She wailed and he bit harder until tasting blood. She sucked in a breath but didn’t moan this time. He lapped up a drop of blood and transferred it to her lips as he kissed her.
    “Do you like the taste as much as I do?” Hannah nodded and inserted her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her with ardor. “See, when you are good, you get rewarded. When you cry out or protest without permission, I have to hurt you.” He stepped back. “Now, finish the show. You are not quite naked.”
    With a finger from each of her tied-together hands under the waistband of her bloomers, she drew them off, inch by inch while swiveling her hips.
    Rocco’s breathing accelerated watching the show. Hannah’s body was exquisite. He quickly shucked off his own clothes and threw them on the bureau. “Bend over to pick up your underwear. I want to examine your ass.”
    Again she complied without comment and waited for his order to straighten. Before he gave it, he spanked her and poked a finger into her rear orifice. She pushed back on it and he slid another finger in.
    “Yes, you can be good. I like that. You may stand up straight.”
    She stood and reached forward. Her hands found his cock and she lightly ran fingers down it and caught the liquid from his seeping cock. She raised her bound hands to her mouth and sucked the fingers wet with his seed.
    Rocco shook with wanting her. He led her to the side of her slipper chair and sat, his knees spread wide. “Kneel between my legs and suck me. I am too ready to last fucking your pussy or your ass. I enjoy seeing that ass red with my handprints and I