Her Master's Kiss 5 (6 page)

The bids came in a sudden flurry, and then once the offer reached $3,000, they suddenly stalled, despite Desire’s best efforts to maintain the momentum. Then suddenly Peter stood up and said in a clear, strong voice, “$4,000!”

Tink clapped her hands and cheered her delight.

Desire, seeing a new bidder join the auction, turned to the other men who had been part of the auction. “Gentlemen?” she encouraged. “Any advance on $4,000?”

One by one the men passed. Peter won the girl for the evening and Tink hugged him fiercely and covered his face with kisses. “Oh, Master! Thank you!” she grinned.

Peter smiled. “She’s your collaring gift,” he said.

Desire brought the young girl to the booth and handed Peter the chain. “Congratulations,” Desire said softly. “I am sure you will enjoy her.” Peter handed the leash to Tink.

The girl knelt beside the table, and Peter reached out to absently run his hand across her breasts. The girl’s nipples hardened in response to his touch and she looked up with big green docile eyes. “You will come home with me and my sub tonight,” Peter said kindly. The girl nodded.

With the entertainment and auction completed, the crowd quickly returned to their conversations. Renee sat back in her seat and looked across at Tink. Stefan’s hand was still gently massaging the soft shape of her feminine mound, and she sensed her face was becoming flushed. It took all of her control to keep herself from moaning.

“I didn’t know you liked women, Tink,” Renee said.

Tink smiled. “I’ve always been bisexual,” she said openly. “But it’s only something I enjoy on special occasions. Up until now I hadn’t really had the opportunity to explore my own sexuality. It’s only been since I have been free of Larry Madden that I’ve had the time and opportunity to discover exactly what I like.”

Renee nodded. She had wondered if she herself was bisexual on many occasions. She wasn’t, but this new revelation about Tink merely added to her personality and character as far as Renee was concerned.

Renee reached for her drink and then flinched and froze suddenly. Stefan’s hand had slipped inside the elastic of her panties. She sat – perfectly still – and felt the tips of his fingers exploring the soft wet folds of her body. The sensation was so intense – so shockingly erotic – that she had to set her drink back down on the table in case she spilled it. She leaned back in the booth and tried to look calm and poised, while all the time beneath the table, Stefan’s fingers were driving her to distraction.

“There are no Mistresses with submissives here ….and no young men,” Renee announced in a strained tight voice a moment later. “Every man here looks like he’s at least in his thirties or older.”

Everyone but Peter turned their heads at once to look around the room.

“It’s the wrong night for Mistresses,” Peter said. “The club has two nights a week it reserves just for Masters and their submissives, and another two nights a week for Mistresses and their subs. Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights are when everyone is welcome.” He took a sip of his drink. “It wasn’t always that way, but it turns out that some of the town’s wealthiest businessmen lead double lives as submissives. They weren’t too willing to show themselves in mixed company.”

Renee leaned forward. The move forced herself harder against Stefan’s fingers and she bit her lip to stifle a soft moan. She had heard about the preferences of many wealthy and powerful men to be submissive, and she found the trait fascinating. She had read that many powerful men in the corporate world turned to submission in their private lives because it gave them a release from the daily demands and pressures of their high-profile corporate careers. She smiled at Peter. “Have you ever tried submission?”

Peter laughed, but the question had attracted Tink’s curious interest now too. She leaned closer, keen to learn more about the man who was her Master.

“I tried it once – for about five minutes,” Peter said to Renee. “I didn’t like it. Not at all. The woman I was with at the time was a ‘switch’ and she tried to dominate me. It didn’t work.” He swirled the ice in the bottom of his glass for a moment. “I think I’m too alpha, and too accustomed to being in control.”

Renee nodded. She wasn’t surprised.

“And as for the age of the men,” Peter continued, “Well, this is a serious BDSM club, Renee, despite the friendly appearance,” he explained. “And every man here is an experienced Master. You don’t get that experience in boys,” Peter said. “Up until a guy reaches thirty, he doesn’t even understand the difference between sex and erotica. He’s more interested in using a woman for his own sexual pleasure than he is concerned about her enjoyment or education, or training. No woman in their right mind would put themselves in the hands of some young guy who called himself a Master. It takes experience and that normally comes with age.”

Renee nodded. Then she glanced at the young girl kneeling at Peter’s feet. She was staring fixedly, and with a small shock she realized the girl had an unobstructed view under the counter-top. She was staring between Renee’s parted legs, and watching the way Stefan’s fingers were working skillfully inside her panties.

For a flashing moment Renee was shocked and embarrassed. And then she was shocked and aroused. And then she was aroused. She parted her legs a little wider, thrilled and made reckless and breathless by her arousal. She had never been so provocative or sexual in her life. The girl glanced up at her and Renee bit her lip and smiled dreamily.

Stefan seemed to notice the interplay between Renee and the girl Peter had bought for the evening. His eyes widened in realization and he pulled his hand from between Renee’s parted thighs quickly. His expression turned grimly to stone and he flashed Renee a dark glance. Then he reached across the table and shook Peter’s hand again. “Thank you for inviting us tonight, Peter. I think we will take a quick look around upstairs and then head home for the evening.”

He rose from the booth and Renee stood obediently. She was frowning but remained tight-lipped. Stefan clutched her by the hand and led her across the floor towards the staircase taking purposeful strides so that Renee was forced to totter precariously on her heels to keep pace with him. At the bottom of the stairs Stefan gipped her hand even more tightly and pulled her aside.

“Ten minutes,” Stefan said darkly. “Then we go home. Understand?”

Renee nodded. She was frustrated. Stefan’s fingers had driven her close to the brink of orgasm – and now his mood had changed completely. She considered defying him, such was her frustration and bewilderment, but she knew that to cause a scene in such a place would be the ruination of everything she was working towards. She lifted her chin and stared at him with a look that was hostile and inscrutable for an instant, but then she nodded with reluctant obedience and lowered her eyes quickly to the ground. “Yes,” she said.

The upstairs section of the club was divided into six rooms, three on either side of a long hallway. Each room was large, and there were no doors, so that as Renee and Stefan walked down the thickly carpeted hall they were given unobstructed views of the activities taking place within each room.

At the first opening on the left, Renee paused in the doorway and watched three young women arranged on their knees around a tall man who was standing in the middle of the room. The man was naked, his body darkly tanned. There were whorls of thick grey curly hair across his chest. The three women were all young and all wearing collars. They were arranged around him and taking turns to pleasure him with their mouths. As each girl took her turn, the other two kissed each other and their hands roamed freely across one another’s naked bodies. Renee leaned against the wall and watched with dark fascination. One of the women caught a glimpse of her and turned, smiling. Renee waved uncertainly. The submissive girl winked to her and then turned back to the glistening hard shaft that was before her. She seemed to make a great display of her talented mouth, knowing Renee was watching in the background.

Beyond the final door on the right side of the corridor was a room with three wide wooden benches. They were made of rough unfinished timber, each one painted black and each one a squat, solid piece. Renee lingered in the doorway long enough to see that there was a woman on her hands and knees, chained on top of one of the benches. The woman’s skin was pale – almost the color of alabaster. There was a collar around her neck, and a chain leading to a bolt in the bench. There were cuffs around her wrists dangling more chains so that she was fastened into a kneeling position. Around her were two men. One of them was wearing a leather mask.

Fixed and fastened into place, the submissive girl was completely vulnerable and open to the men. One of them had his trousers opened and down around his thighs. He was behind the woman, with his hands on his hips, filling her with long deep strokes. The masked man was stroking himself, standing before the woman’s face. As Renee watched the girl opened her mouth obediently and the man thrust himself forward. Renee heard the woman moan, and the sound was like an erotic bell being chimed within Renee’s aroused mind. Renee stifled her own instinct to moan.

Renee heard Stefan inhale sharply. He was standing behind her, watching on. Renee licked her lips and turned round. “You used to treat me like that,” she said softly, careful to keep any hint of criticism from the tone of her words. “You used to force me to take you whenever you wanted. I never once told you how much that thrilled me – but it did.” She turned back to watch the woman servicing the two men with her body and she shuddered deliciously. “I envy her,” she said wistfully.

As she spoke, Renee leaned back a little until his body was pressed against her own. Stefan was like a pillar – a solid unmovable tower. “I’d like you to treat me like that again. I really would.”

The man who was plunging himself into the girl from behind, looked up and saw the couple standing in the open doorway watching. He waved to Stefan. “Want a ride, friend? She’s very tight.”

Stefan shook his head. Renee felt his hand grip hers more tightly and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “It’s time to go.”

At the top of the stairs they met up with Tink and Peter and the young girl who Peter had won at auction. Tink was leading her on her chain.

“We’re heading home now,” Stefan said. He smiled tightly. “Thanks for the evening out.”

Tink and Renee exchanged sharp glances. Renee shook her head as a curt warning and Tink made a frustrated face.

“Maybe we can do it again some time,” Peter offered.

“Maybe,” Stefan said. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Peter glanced sideways at the girl on the chain, and then smiled at Tink. He raised a knowing eyebrow in Stefan’s direction. “We will,” he promised.

Twelve.

Tink paused in the doorway of an empty upstairs room. She was wringing her hands.

“Master – should I go after them?”

Peter shook his head. From the top of the staircase he could see Stefan’s broad-shouldered shape already disappearing through the club’s entrance. “No,” he said. He came back to where Tink was standing and cupped her face in his hands, staring into her eyes. “We did all we could. You can’t do any more. It’s up to them to sort their relationship out now.”

Tink nodded reluctantly. She sighed again and glanced over her shoulder into the room. The young girl they had bought for the evening was stepping out of her panties and crawling onto a grey leather sofa that stood against the far wall. The girl looked over her shoulder at the couple and her eyes were wide and pleading. Tink’s gaze was drawn to the firm rounded shape of the girl’s buttocks and the enticing dark shadow between her parted thighs.

“Let’s go and enjoy ourselves,” Peter insisted. “Stefan and Renee will find a way, Tink. They will. I know they will.”

Thirteen.

Stefan had the car roaring back up through the mountain roads outside of Bishop’s Bridge, driving with grim precision, before he glanced sideways at Renee hunched low and brooding in the passenger seat.

“You knew that girl was watching you,” Stefan fumed. “You knew she could see my hand pleasuring you. You even made it easier for her. You encouraged her.”

Renee’s eyes flashed angrily. “So? So what, Stefan? What harm did I do? Jesus Christ! At least someone got some pleasure from the evening. I sure as hell didn’t – and you were never going to allow yourself to have any fun. You had your mind made up before we got inside the club.” The angry restraint that Renee had kept in careful check throughout the evening was suddenly unleashed. She turned in her seat and her words were laced with venom. “What harm did I do?”

“You are my wife!” Stefan snapped. “I am a private person. I do not want my sex life on display!”

“Sex life?” Renee hissed. “What sex life, Stefan?” She shook her head incredulously. “We don’t have a decent sex life. And as for public displays – you are a hypocrite! When we first met you made me parade to the letterbox in lingerie! What do you mean, you don’t want your sex life on display? How much bigger a display could I have made when you ordered me to do that?”

Stefan’s grip on the wheel tightened and the car’s engine howled as he swung the car over the crest of the mountains and began to wind back down towards the estate.

“That was different,” Stefan growled. His eyes flashed cold, like glinting shards of steel. His lips drew taut into grim lines. “Very different. You were just a woman then. Just another woman to me, Renee – nothing more. I had not collared you. I had not married you! You meant nothing to me then. Now you mean everything!”

“Everything?” Renee’s tone was vicious and mocking. “Everything except the woman you want to
fuck
! Everything except the woman you want to drag to the ground and mount like a man. Maybe I’d be better off if I wasn’t your wife, Stefan!” Secretly Renee was shocked. She couldn’t believe she had just mouthed the words she never meant to say. The thought of not being with Stefan appalled her – but so intense was her anger that she couldn’t stop herself from continuing, knowing the ground beneath her feet was crumbing away in a self-destructive rage.