“We’re almost there, Doll.”
She had been hovering on the edge of her orgasm for the past five blocks. Though he walked behind her, he had his fingers fit snugly inside her, stoking the fire ever since he had dressed her at his home. She no longer saw him in his office, but in his bedroom where she was able to relax more and receive his treatment more effectively.
He must have felt her get wetter because he briefly pulled his middle finger out of her to swipe at her engorged and over-sensitive clit. She bit her lip to keep in the moan. They were in public and he had trained her to never alert others to his power over her.
He tightened his grip on her and steered her to the left before making her stop in front of a beautiful brownstone that revealed nothing of the debauchery she knew lay inside. How she had let her Doctor talk her into going to his monthly hypnotist meeting was beyond her, but here she was.
He pinched her and she began to climb the steps. With his other hand, he rang the doorbell for exactly three seconds before releasing it. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “Remember, Doll, head held high, but no direct eye-contact unless they explicitly give you permission. Nod if you understand.”
She did and almost gasped at the rewarding thrust of his fingers. The door opened and a man wearing a button-down white shirt and black blazer took them in. She blushed as his eyes scanned her body and was relieved when he shifted his gaze to her Doctor.
”Welcome, Dr. Joseph. We are so pleased you finally brought your Doll for us to play with.” His eyes landed on her again, “You’re quite something, aren’t you?”
She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Was she supposed to answer? Her hesitation became moot when her Doctor spoke up.
”Yes, she is. She’s quite open to suggestion, and always eager to please.” He placed a kiss to her temple. “Shall we begin?”
The man nodded and gestured them inside. As they passed, he said, “I’m Mr. Stephens, by the way.”
She realized this was a very wealthy business man. If he was here, who else was here? Her own Doctor was on the forefront of his field. It was likely to be a Mensa orgy. And her nerves were back. She heard her Doctor chuckle a moment before she felt his hand skim down her spine. “Sh, Doll. You’ll be fine. I won’t let them break you.” She thought she also heard him mutter, “That’s my privilege,” but she wasn’t sure.
Helena knelt before her Master as he used her mouth.
After the semester ended, he’d told her to stay with him and to tell her parents that her advisor had hired her as a paid intern for his book. It was news that thrilled her mother, but her father had immediately asked about her housing situation. Her Master had told her to say that since it was a paid academic internship, the school would pay for her housing. That appeased her father and here she was, living at the foot of her Master day in and day out.
He brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes. “You wanted me to set your New Year’s Resolution and I’ve decided I want you to work out more. Your stamina needs a boost, pet. And while I love using your sleepy pussy, I want you alert for our games.”
She nodded and licked the underside of his hard cock.
”Luckily for you, there’s a gym in this building. And a room for private sessions.” He thrust deep into her, making her eyes water. “Once I’m done here, we’ll go down. Your workout clothes are on my bed.”
He unloaded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop. He pulled out, brought her up for a quick kiss, and smacked her ass. “Go change and meet me by the door in a minute.”
Abigail was about ready to explode by the end of dinner. Her Master had taken her to the fancy new European-style restaurant that had communal seating, meaning he had been playing with her non-stop since the time they sat down to when he paid the check and escorted her into the car service back to his place. And he'd placed his bag on the floor between them, which meant her foot pressed against the aged leather as a constant reminder of what was to come.
When he opened the door, he reached under her dress and gave one pinch to her clit, and said, "Go into the playroom and strip."
She walked down the hallway on shaky legs toward the second bedroom that he had converted into his personal playroom. She unzipped her dress and stepped out of her heels. She folded the fabric and placed it on the chair in the corner and placed her shoes underneath it. Then she knelt at the foot of the bed and waited for her Master to come in.
She has always had a love-hate relationship with summer. The season meant freedom from work, but the weather often was too hot to enjoy. When it was really hot and she was too stir crazy to stay inside with the air conditioner, she'd go to the beach.
Today was one of those days. She wore her favorite red bikini. It was by no means the sexiest suit being sold that summer, but it made her feel super sexy. And, if she was being honest, she also wore it because the hot lifeguard had complimented her on it the first time she'd worn it and had made his interest clear the other times she'd worn it by not taking his eyes off her as she swam or sunbathed. When she arrived, she set up her towel and blanket in the open spot near his station. Normally, it was filled and she wondered if he had saved it for her.
She looked up, expecting to see him, but it was a female lifeguard she hadn't seen before. She tried to ignore the twinge of disappointment and started walking toward the water. She was waist-deep when she felt something squeeze her thigh. She turned around and saw the lifeguard standing behind her. He winked. She smiled, but still said, "Don't sneak up on me, you scared me!"
"Sorry," he replied. He didn't sound it at all.
"Are you off duty today?"
"Yes. I'm moving away tomorrow and I wanted to enjoy my last day here on my own time."
"Where are you going?"
"Back home. Anyway, I just wanted to say I'll miss seeing you. You do look very enticing in that bikini."
He leaned closer. "It's a shame I never got to see what's under it." She felt a sudden need throb between her legs and clenched her thighs tighter together. He didn't seem to notice, and walked away.
She watched his retreating back and decided a swim would help her cool off. She dove under the water and started swimming. She pushed herself farther than usual, but stopped just short of leaving the safe distance from shore. She began to tread water. Watching the beach and people. Maybe the next lifeguard would be just as enticing. Or maybe she'd switch to a pool next summer. She was still debating between the two options when she felt something cold and slimy wrap around her thigh and squeeze. She tried to kick it off, but it only tightened around her. It wasn't a playful one like the lifeguard had given her. No, it was possessive and almost hungry.