Free Voyeur by Sierra Cartwright Page A

at her stuff .
    At exactly noon, there was a rap on the door.
    In a completely unladylike way, she gulped a breath of air.
    Naked, except for the clamps and plug, she opened the door.
    Oh, my, would Darius approve.
    Lionel was delicious. Tall, slender, black as night, with a shaved head, he also had gorgeous full lips and warm brown eyes.
    When he spoke, his voice was as atmospheric as a sultry Caribbean night. “Miss Marnie?”
    She nodded, wondering where her voice was.
    Without an invitation, he entered her flat and closed the door behind him. His gaze skimmed her body, and she stood there, nervously. “Nipple clamps,” he observed. “They’re tight enough, I presume?”
    She nodded.
    He grabbed the chain, his long fingers touching her skin for a second. She felt it like an electric jolt.
    He tugged on the chain, making sure the clamps were in place. She winced. The very act of him tugging on them made them even tighter. With a nod of approval, he said, “Present, if you please.”
    Forcing herself to act, she turned away from him and knelt.
    “It was my understanding that you were to present yourself upon my arrival.”
    Damn.
    “Yes,” she whispered. “My apologies.” As elegantly as possible, she lowered herself into position, her buttocks thrust upward, her legs apart so he could see her cunt and the plug. She stretched herself out and splayed her fingers as Master Zachary had taught her.
    She couldn’t believe she was doing this.
    What was more, she couldn’t believe she was enjoying it.
      “With your permission, I’ll inspect your labia for stray hairs.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Call me Lionel.”
    She felt him part her labia. She blushed when his fingers slid effortlessly across her pussy because she was so damp.
    He ran his fingers everywhere, checking to make sure she was presentable for Zachary.
    “Master is one lucky man, dress, please.”
    She grabbed her dress from the settee and pulled it over her head.
    As if nothing untoward had happened, he led the way downstairs and held open the back door of the car for her.
    Her entire body was strung tight with anticipation.
    “Master will join you shortly,” Lionel told her when he showed her into the parlour of Master Zachary’s posh town home. “Be prepared.”
    The room was dominated by a gorgeous marble fireplace. Western European antiques decorated its mantel. But the walls shocked her.
    They were beautifully wallpapered, and dozens of mirrors were hung everywhere. Every size, every shape, some framed, some unframed.
    Realising she’d already wasted some time, she pulled off her dress and dropped it on the floor.
    She knelt up and awaited his arrival.
    He didn’t disappoint.
    He was beautiful in a white button-down shirt, and black dress pants. She feasted on him, and she realised his own eyes had darkened with approval.
    “Those nipple clamps look painful.”
    “They are, Master.”
    “Good.” He nodded. “Present, Marnie. And spread your arse cheeks so I get a good look at your plug.”
    The floor was cold beneath her torso. Her breasts were smashed against the unyielding marble, and the cold radiated through the clover clamps, making the pain sear.
    “You haven’t run away.”
    “No.”
    “Tell me about Lionel inspecting your pussy.”
    She turned her head to the side and realised he was watching her. Her body was obscene, with the way she exposed her needy cunt. “I…I mean the sub…”
    “Refer to yourself in the first person in order to tell me the story.”
    “I spent all night fussing about Lionel seeing me. Then I thought of how you had ordered it. Pleasing you pleases me.”
    “Go on.”
    “And by the time he arrived, I was a bit turned on.”
    “Really?”
    She closed her fingers together a little. “I was embarrassed a bit when he arrived. But then, when I saw the way he looked at me… My pussy was wet when he touched me.”
    “What will I find when I touch you?”
    “The sub is wet, Master.”
    He slipped