Free To Seek a Master by Monica Belle

his great round head half hidden beneath a great black beard oiled and curled to the latest fashion, and crowned by a turban of viridian silk from the centre of which a ruby the size of a blackbird’s egg winked like the eye of some malevolent demon. His own eyes were only a little less fierce, while his massive hirsute chest and monstrous belly protruded from between the wings of a red velvet waistcoat in a fashion so grotesque it brought her near to swooning. But none of these details held her eye, as she gazed at the girl who lay across Mustapha’s lap – a dusky, painted houri, naked but for a scrap of dishevelled silk at the level of her ankles. Bangles and bells at her wrists, her lifted bottom a magnificent amber peach, she wriggled in her struggles of desperation as he applied smack after purposeful smack to her wildly bouncing cheeks.
    ‘Don’t you think that’s fun? I’d love a man to handle me like that. Would you like to, do you think, Chris? Would you like to spank me? Chris? Chris?’
    Chris was asleep.

7
    LAURA SPENT MOST of her journey into work the next day trying to place the blame for what had happened on herself. Chris worked hard and was entitled to be tired at the weekend, especially after sex followed by Sunday lunch. If she’d had any sense she would have sat down beside him when she first discovered him with his cock out and played with it while she read the passage from
Taken to Turkey
, either that or simply abandoned the whole over elaborate scheme and crawled across his lap, sticking her bottom up in an invitation that she was sure he wouldn’t have refused. It had also been a mistake to drink two bottles of wine, and to cook such an enormous lunch, yet despite all her efforts she found it impossible not to feel a little resentful. She, after all, had done everything he’d wanted, and however much she liked a man to take control sexually he had to be considerate to her as well.
    Her frustration had reached a peak when he’d woken up after two hours, demanded coffee and left almost immediately, applying a single firm pat to her bottom as they embraced at her door, as if to tease her, even to taunt her. She’d been too agitated to want to play with herself, either that evening or the following morning, leaving her still on edge as she got off the train at Cambridge. All the usual suspects had been there, and Darcy had even stepped aside to let her through the doors first, triggering a fantasy of giving herself to him in order to get back at Chris.
    For once there was nothing urgent to do at work, with the factory likely to be working at capacity for several months. Mr Henderson set Laura to the task of seeking out potential new clients, a routine job that allowed plenty of time for daydreaming, doodling and even the occasional glance at her book when he was out of the room. She also found herself checking her emails at what she knew perfectly well to be unnecessarily frequent intervals. Telling herself that she was now with Chris made her feel guilty, but it didn’t stop her.
    The email came shortly before lunch, much earlier than before. She opened it immediately, telling herself that it wouldn’t do any harm just to look. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the words on the screen. SO, LAURA, DO YOU WANT TO BE PUNISHED?
    She knew the answer – yes – but she could no more type it in than she could pull her eyes away from the screen. Whoever it was seemed to be able to read her mind. He knew her name, too, which had to narrow the field considerably, but made the question all the more alarming. She tried to tell herself that it was Chris after all, and had been all along, that he’d only been pretending to be asleep and had heard what she’d said, but her instincts told her otherwise.
    Chris was really no different to Tommy Fuller, handsome in his maturity and confidence, but underneath all that a dirty little boy who liked to get girls out of their clothes and onto his cock. The