Free Master of Two: Nascent Love by Derek, Verity Ant Page A

her. She teases, even
taunts. Her eyes sometimes say, "Make me."
    My answer to that is always, "No. Go to your
room and think about your behavior."
    Like a teenager (which isn't much of a
stretch for her), she sulks as she walks away. I leave her there,
generally for a few hours—once, overnight—and by the time I release
her from her room, she's ready to behave. For a while, anyway. If
she outright challenges me, she gets punished. I withhold her
orgasms, or use a whip on her in a way she doesn't like (that's
hard to do as she's very masochistic). I once figged her, and that
offended her sensibilities and dignity. It's a good punishment, but
I reserve it for the times she's particularly difficult. To make
her squirm, we always keep a fresh finger of ginger in the
refrigerator. Early in our relationship, I learned that Amiko loves
to shop. If I prohibit that for a time, she gets her attitude in
shape pretty rapidly.
    Playful challenges aside, I find her amusing
as well as delightful sexually.
    Amiko is as much of a masochist as Renee,
but in a different way. Ami likes to show off. If she finds Renee
watching, Amiko is much more dramatic with her little screams and
moans. At play parties, she wails and cries at the smallest pinch
or whack on the rear. When we're alone, she is more genuine. We
were together by the pool one afternoon and I mentioned this to
her.
    She knelt beside me. "I didn't realize I was
doing that, Master. Does it displease you?"
    "I prefer your honest reactions, Amiko. Even
if they're subdued."
    She looked a little disappointed at that.
"Yes, sir."
    I tilted her chin up and made her lock gazes
with me. "You must always be honest with me, Ami. Even if you think
it's something I won't like. You need to let me be the judge of
what's okay or not. Got that?"
    Her eyes swam with tears. "I'm sorry,
Master."
    Amiko's lips are always so tempting. I
couldn't resist kissing her gently. "I know, poppet," I said as I
leaned back away from her and unzipped my shorts. "Show me."
    That made her eyes twinkle with something
very unlike tears. "Yes, sir!"
    She moved to kneel between my legs and ran
her nails gently down my chest and abs, her full attention on
making me happy. I reached forward and drew up her long, black
hair, wrapping it around my fist and giving it a sharp tug. "Do a
good job, Ami." I wasn't hard, but I was definitely interested.
    Lips puckered prettily, she kissed my belly
and ran her tongue down the thin line of hair that led to my cock.
I gave her hair another tug and she cringed. Little movements like
that delight me and my prick was an enthusiastic participant.
    Amiko licked the underside and swirled her
tongue around the head. I was rock hard by this time, and didn't
want to play kissing games anymore. "Suck."
    She didn't respond verbally, but instead,
took me into her mouth, her tongue wrapping around my cock this way
and that. Soon I was fully in her mouth, and the head of my cock
was against the back of her throat. Ami is not prone to gagging. If
she had been, I wouldn't have bought her contract. That was the one
thing I insisted on when she was being demonstrated to me. She
wasn't allowed to do it to me at that first meeting, of course, but
she did it for the man who had her contract. Ami could deep throat,
and I didn't need to view more than that. She was mine minutes
later. The price was exorbitant, and the contract negotiations
tedious, but I haven't regretted it one minute.
    As I sat there in the deck chair, with her
fellating me, I let the sensation pass over me like a cloud shadow.
I was in the shade, the sun, the shade, the sun. Amiko had taken
the training I'd given her and knew what I liked and didn't like.
My cock slipped deep into her throat and I pulled and pushed on her
hair, giving her the rhythm I wanted.
    She drew breath through her nostrils, and
there were moments I wanted to feel her struggle for air. The
stiffening of her spine, tight closing of her eyes and the
involuntary