Free The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel by Aishling Morgan

into the warren of brick arches and tiny cellar rooms where the market had been set up.
    As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Jasmine slowed and then stopped to stare open-mouthed at the display of multi-coloured jelly dildos on the nearest stall, only to dash forward before the owner could rise from his chair. Her eye had been caught by a stand of corsets, beautifully made and set out in a rainbow, from rich crimson to the deepest purple before moving on to black.
    ‘These are gorgeous!’ she breathed. ‘And just look at the colours!’
    ‘Take your pick,’ Adam offered. ‘I think the blue would suit your hair.’
    ‘It’s like peacock feathers,’ she said, reaching out to touch the corset he’d indicated, as if in disbelief. ‘That is so pretty. Do you really mean I can have it?’
    ‘As long as you promise to wear it for me,’ he answered.
    ‘Men, eh?’ the stallholder said to Jasmine. ‘Always trying to find an excuse to get into your knickers.’
    ‘Jasmine, meet Miss Lace, otherwise known as Arabella, or Lady Elizabeth Garland when she’s doing re-enactment. You’ll find everybody here has at least two names. Hi, Arabella, do you have the peacock blue corset in Jasmine’s size?’
    ‘Let’s see,’ said Arabella. ‘Come in behind, Jasmine.’
    There was no mistaking the interest in Arabella’s voice, nor the meaningful glitter in her eye, but Adam decided against pointing out that Jasmine was new to fetish and presumably to the idea of dominant and predatory lesbians. If anything, the idea of Jasmine being stripped down and touched up by the tall, commanding Arabella was rather appealing, in strong distinction to his feelings for Steelhand giving her the same treatment. He was also very sure that Jasmine could look after herself, as her history seemed to confirm.
    She certainly didn’t seem to be in any immediate need of assistance, to judge by the giggles coming from the curtained-off area at the back of Arabella’s stall, and Adam made for the bar, keen to quench his thirst. It had been late morning before they’d finally got out of bed, and gone noon by the time he’d been down to the local Sunday street market to get her some clothes. He’d felt more than a little self-conscious buying girls’ panties and a loose dress, and glad that she was sufficiently petite to leave no doubt at all in the stallholders’ minds that the articles were not for himself. When told of his concerns, Jasmine had found the idea hilarious, leading to another spanking and yet more sex, which had left Adam wondering how much longer he could last.
    He’d been meaning to go to the market in any case, to explain what had happened at Secret Sinners to Elaine, Caroline and others, while incidentally showing Jasmine off. There was also a good chance that Steelhand would be there, which brought him mixed feelings, but he was determined not to allow his choices to be influenced by the other man. None of those he was looking out for were at the bar, but as he took the bottles of ice-cold beer he’d ordered for Jasmine and himself, a familiar voice spoke from behind him. Elaine.
    ‘Adam? What happened to you last night?’
    ‘I got thrown out of the club. For defending a lady’s honour. We went back to my flat.’
    Mark was also there, behind Elaine, with one arm draped casually across Caroline’s shoulders. He spoke up immediately.
    ‘The idea is to ensure that her honour stays intact, not to give her a dose of the same medicine.’
    ‘She’s an old friend,’ Adam told Elaine, ignoring Mark. ‘Here she is now.’
    He couldn’t help but smile as he nodded towards the approaching Jasmine. She was stark naked but for the brilliant blue corset, with her high breasts pushing up from the cups and the blonde down that covered her sex showing beneath its hem. As she came close to them she gave a twirl, showing off her bottom and making her long hair float out around her. Then she kissed Adam.
    ‘This is my