Free Her Master Demands (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce Page B

definitely lose your job – perhaps worse! Who
knows what dim view the police might take? Whereas me – I think
Willy would be even keener to have me in his team having performed
so well in this sordid little affair. And as for Blondie here –
who’s smarter than she looks and knows all about appearances: she
would be seen as the victim of your evil jealousy and would be
secure in her job for as long as she wants it.”
    “Bastard!”
    The slap had been immediate, Adam knocking Tessa to the floor
with the violence of the blow.
    “YOU WILL NEVER SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!” hollered Adam as
he towered threateningly over the prostrate woman. “NEVER! DO I
MAKE MYSELF CLEAR YOU DESPICABLE PIECE OF SHIT?”
    “Yes,” Tessa had whimpered, stunned and hurt, dazed and
confused by this sudden turn of events. Then as the full horror
struck harder than the slap she just taken, she broke down in a fit
of hysterical tears. “Please, don’t do it!” she had begged through
the sobbing. “I can be of use to you. I can help your career.
Please! Please! Don’t do it, Adam!”
    “Adam!”
    “I mean...” Tessa gulped, knowing her defeat was total and
complete. “I mean... Master! Master! Please Master – keep this a
secret and I’ll do whatever you want.”
    A grin had spread over Adam Wolf’s face, having reached this
happy conclusion. He threw Emily a cunning conspirator’s wink – and
it was then that Her Master had really demanded.
    Recalling the ecstasy of that moment, Emily set about Her
Master’s balls. The look on Tessa’s face – to see her lying there
disgraced – the woman beaten and humiliated, and Emily herself
suddenly raised. Feeling deeply grateful and hideously aroused,
Emily tackled her task with renewed relish: worshiping the balls;
worshiping the cock.
    Tessa Clifford was now another puppet on a string, to be
played in Adam Wolf’s masterful game. Promises had been exacted
that would advance his career – the woman was in Adam’s pocket,
terrified of exposure. And Emily had benefited as well. There had
been grovelling at her feet, begging forgiveness, and promises
never to be disparaging again. They would never be friends, but
Emily now had an indirect hold on the woman... and a Cafe Latte to
be brought to her desk every morning, delivered by Tessa in person
– a daily penance that Emily’s Master had demanded.
    ‘That will get noticed,’ Emily smugly thought. ‘God, how I
worship this man – and to think I first thought him an uncouth
bastard.’
    “I sense your mind has drifted for a moment!” shouted the
Master. “Remember Blondie – I have a nastier side as well. If you
fail me in the slightest, don’t think for one second that I won’t
flay that ass of yours until you’re screaming out for
mercy.”
    “Sorry Master!”
    “Yes, you will be. But anyway, you can stop now... Come and
sit on my cock. I want it inside you again. I’ll have another hour
of fucking then perhaps I’ll send you home.”
    Electing not to dwell on how she would explain to Les why she
had stayed out so late, Emily did as she was bid and mounted Her
Master, hunkering over his beautiful erection then impaling her
pussy on its mass of flesh. She sank down slowly, groaning in
delight, washing her eyes with Her Master’s muscular hairy
torso.
    “Does that feel good, Blondie?” asked Adam once Emily had
taken it all.
    “Oh yes, Master. Nothing feels better than having your cock
inside me.”
    “Not even seeing the expression on Tessa’s face when I finally
sprung the trap?”
    “No... But that did come close... But... Sorry, it’s not for
me to ask.”
    Strong hands came forward and cupped Emily’s buttocks. She was
slowly raised then lowered back down, Emily purring all the while
in delight. She would never tire of having that cock inside
her.
    “Humph!” groaned the Master, enjoying his slave inside and
out. “Perhaps I might keep you here for more than another hour. No
half measures –