Mastered by His Touch-Complete Box Set (32 page)

Chapter 22

"You're sure you want this?" said Caden.

God, does he think I'm still a little girl? I'm a goddamned woman. I know what the fuck I want.

"Yes," I said.

"Fine," he said. "Eight o'clock."

"I'll be there."

I clicked off.

I took my Fleet Enema bottle and went into my bathroom to get ready.

It had been four months since the incident at Bay Towers. I had been living in a luxury apartment on Boylston Street a couple of blocks down from the bank while I did my therapy. Same building as Caden's friend Devlin Bane. He and his unbelievably gorgeous girlfriend Marisol live in the penthouse. She recently gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.

The first therapist Caden set me up with hadn't worked out, so I went to one suggested by Dan's friend Meghan. I never really liked Meghan. She's kind of a bitch. But I'm glad I went.

Meredith Zycroft turned out to be quite helpful. She talked me through my repressed memories, helping me to come to terms with my dual identity.

I was Kiri Thanwarattanamangkul, with a Thai family in Queens I loved.

But now I was also Kiri Huang, with a wonderful older brother and sister who I remember and love.

On top of that, I had to deal with the memory of watching my biological parents being shot and killed. Add to that watching the killers being killed recently while being held prisoner.

Psychologically, I was a bit of a mess.

So Caden and I agreed that, for a while at least, we would go on very low-intensity dinner dates. My sex drive had shut down right after the incident and I kept having intense flashbacks.

At first, I told Caden he couldn't pay for my new apartment. But when he explained that it was my parents' earnings from a bank account in Tahiti he opened nineteen years ago, I agreed.

Turns out the entire building is actually owned by Devlin Bane. Who refused to accept rent from me anyway. He even had Dan move in next door so I would have family near me.

It wasn't hard to say goodbye to both my roommate Karen and the entire Allston/Brighton neighborhood. I made a silent promise to myself never to take the Green Line past BU again.

I stayed at the bank for about a month. Then I realized I didn't want to work there anymore.

While my degree from BU was in Communications, I always wanted to start my own business. That's why I initially got the job at QV Bank, to find out how the world of finance worked from the inside.

So I wrote a business plan for an online idea I had that Caden told me just might work. I'm still working on it.

It was a little hard to leave my job at the bank. But not that hard. I would miss my daily banter with Troy, but I wouldn't miss Barbara for one split second.

Troy and I promised to stay in touch and hang out.

Nikki came over a lot until she and Dan broke up. He never told me if she was a transsexual or not. And I never did ask. Who really gives a shit anyway?

About a month after the incident, my mother called me to say that Martine Decoud had passed away. I gathered up every bit of courage I could muster and went to her funeral in New York with Caden and my mother.

There were over a hundred people there. Including a handful of famous faces I recognized from old magazine pictures.

She had apparently left me quite a sum of money. Add that to the money from the resort in Tahiti and I suddenly found myself up a couple of tax brackets. Not to mention the love of my life is a billionaire.

This too was quite an adjustment. If you've never had money, and then suddenly you more money than you could ever spend, it's a little unnerving.

Don't get me wrong. It's nice. Very nice. But unnerving.

Suddenly my parents didn't have to work anymore. Dan's medical school was paid for. I had concierge healthcare.

Everything really did change that moment Caden Storm first walked into QV Bank.

As for what happened that day, Caden eventually explained it to me although I still find it confusing. Something about a computer virus that Kyle Connor installed in the Bay Towers building that caused the power to go out. He somehow faked that he was coming up the elevator shaft when in reality he broke into the apartment below Caden, then climbed up onto the patio from the outside. He took Caden by surprise, after already sending Forrester's team and the real FBI agents on a red herring chase to the elevator shaft. How he had planned to get Sebastian and Valentina out of the building was anyone's guess, but it's too late to ask him.

Narith is an FBI sharpshooter, having spent six years working as a U.S. Special Forces officer in Iraq and then Afghanistan. He was on the ground with Forrester and his team.

When the power went out, Narith called in one of those silent helicopters. It picked him up nearby and deposited him on the roof of Caden's building. Then he climbed down onto the patio, which was where I first saw him.

As a boy Narith had chosen to leave my father's resort and come to the United States, where Caden paid for his education and unofficially adopted him. Narith was a natural tough guy-type and itched for the day he would find Sebastian and Valentina.

All the questioning was somewhat traumatic too. Over and over again, I had to repeat to Federal investigators what happened that day. The FBI themselves were there so that helped, but I still had to repeat the same story way too many times.

A couple of weeks ago, Caden and I began having sex again. It was a little rough going at first. I kept having flashbacks and had to run and cry.

But the last two times, we got into a good groove.

Today, four months later, I'm determined to reclaim my normalcy.

Normalcy for me is unabashed sexual experimentation. That was something that Meredith Zycroft and I uncovered during my sessions.

I always thought that my kinky ways were somehow abnormal, but Meredith helped me to realize that not only is my kinkiness normal but by desiring sexually adventurous activities, I'm actually more of a well-adjusted human being.

Works for me.

Let's get to it.

I explained to Caden something I hadn't yet tried but wanted to ever since I first saw it in a porn video. He agreed to it, even though he sounded a little skittish on the phone. I'm not sure he believes I'm ready yet.

But I am.

And I want it.

I arrived at Bay Towers a little before five, all cleaned out and ready.

"Hi Jenny," I said to the receptionist. We had actually become friends, having hung out a couple of times. She is one crazy girl, that one.

"Kiiiiiii-ri," she said, giggling. "I did it."

"Did what?" I said.

"What I told you I wanted to do with Brad."

"No way! That is so awesome. Shhhh... don't tell anyone, but I think today Caden and I are going to do the thing I told you I wanted to do."

"Oh my God!" she said, high-fiving me.

I was so ready for this.

I walked to the elevator past Vince, the burly doorman. He just stepped aside. Vince didn't talk much.

Once I reached the door to Caden's apartment, I keyed in my code.

It buzzed at me.

That's weird. Did he change the code?

I keyed in the numbers again.

Another buzz.

What the fuck?

I took out my Android and called Caden.

"You are not presenting yourself correctly," he said in his commanding tone.

I was wet instantly.

It was now September but still warm so I had on a sleeveless coral summer dress by Rebecca Taylor with matching Stuart Weitzman sandals.

Too bad it wasn't going to stay on me very long.

Actually, not too bad at all.

Caden had instructed me what to do, but I felt odd doing it here in the little vestibule.

Not that anyone has access to this vestibule.

But okay... here we go.

Chapter 23

I faced away from his door, getting down on my hands and knees. I raised my butt up and pulled my dress up to expose my lacy pink panties.

The very act of doing this charged me with excitement.

Oh, I'm really going to get fucked today!

I waited for what felt like five minutes, but nothing.

How long is he going to make me wait? Should I call again?

My pussy was in torment, starved for attention.

Not to mention my asshole. I hadn't had anything up there since the last time with Caden. Way too long without any anal love. When I shot the water up there earlier, I swear I could feel my bowels getting excited for their upcoming invasion.

What the fuck? It's been like ten minutes now.

That's it, I'm calling again.

I reached for my Android.

At that moment, the door swings open.

"Don't do that!" Caden says. "You wait for me always. Understood?"

"Yes," I say.

"Don't let it happen again or you will be sent home."

No no no, please don't send me home. I need to get fucked. As in, right now.

I steal a glance backwards. He is shirtless. His muscles gleam in the dim light. His rock-hard abs are pulsing, I swear.

"Did I say you could look at me?" he says.

"No," I say. "Sorry."

"You don't do anything unless I command you. You are my whore. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Tell me what you are."

"I am your whore."

A new cunt stream gushes at the words.

God, I love being his whore!

"You are nothing but a receptacle for my pleasure," he says. "Say it."

"I am nothing but a receptacle for your pleasure."

God, you're killing me here! This is too good.

I sense him down by my ass. He cups my cheeks softly with his hands, rubbing them all over. My sphincter opens and closes in rapt anticipation.

Then he slaps my ass.

Oh God yes!

It's been too long since I was treated like this. I'm back to normal. Oh sweet heaven yes, I'm back to normal!

"Is your ass clean?" he says.

"Yes," I say.

"Something is missing here. Call me master. Say 'yes master'".

"Yes, master."

"Very good. So what you're saying is that your ass is perfectly clean? I won't find anything nasty there, not even a little, right?"

"Yes, master."

I feel his hot breath on my ass crack. He moves my thong aside. Then I feel his tongue part my butthole.

Oh sweet heaven!

My pussy is an ocean of fire now. God, I think I can smell myself from here.

He just stays there, tonguing my asshole.

God, is he good at this!

He pushes into all my ridges, setting each one off into a hot wet fire with his saliva. He does this for a good while, spreading my hole wide with his tongue.

Then I feel the tip of his tongue way inside, making little pressure points in my rectum. I feel the beginnings of an orgasm.

Then he stops.

What the fuck?

I sense he is standing again.

"Your ass has passed inspection," he says. "You may come in. Get up."

I stand up, my knees a little sore from being down on the floor for so long. I turn and face him.

He is wearing nothing but a pair of gray shorts. His chiseled body looks like a bronze sculpture in this light, bulging chest muscles surrounded by powerful arms with round biceps that protrude without being flexed.

His trapezius muscles arc down in straight diagonal lines to a cavern created by the vastness of his shoulder muscles. I lose control of myself and lean forward, aiming to lick that spot.

But he grabs my hand and stops me, looking directly into my eyes.

By now, my entire body is a glob of hot jelly. My knees wobble and my lips tremble.

Smirking, he pulls me closer to him. I think he is going to kiss me, but he just holds my mouth about an inch from his.

He teases me like he is going to kiss me, then pulls back. My breathing is out of control. A bead of sweat forms on my upper lip.

He laughs and licks it off. Then he roughly licks the side of my face from my chin all the way up to my temple.

Then he grabs my hands and throws me into the apartment, slamming the door behind me.

"Strip!" he says.

We are still on the little entrance platform where I first called him Caden Storm. But the entire apartment has been redone since the incident. All new furniture, carpeting, and wall art. Feels like a different place.

Without hesitation, I take off my shoes, dress, panties, and bra.

I feel perfectly at home naked with this man. He looks me up and down with his arms folded, still apparently in inspection mode.

I lean toward him, but he straightens me up with his hands on my shoulders.

"Hands by your side," he says.

I put my palms flat on my thighs.

He leans in and whispers in my ear.

"You didn't say 'yes, master'", he says.

"Yes, master," I say.

"Always acknowledge my commands."

"Yes, master."

"Close your eyes."

"Yes, master."

I closed my eyes.

"Now don't move until I tell you to," he says.

"Yes, master," I say.

He leans forward and smells my neck.

I don't know how much more of this I can stand. I want him so bad!

He lightly licks my collarbone. I hear myself make a little whimpering sound.

He draws a straight line with his tongue down to my left breast, stopping at my nipple. He just stays there for an eternity, drawing circles until it's rock hard. Then he goes to my right and does the same.

Then he draws another wet steamy line down to my belly. I feel his hands on my lower back.

He pulls me into him, licking my waist all around. My hands find his hair and begin to ruffle it.

"Hands!" he says.

"Yes, master," I say. "Sorry, master."

I press my hands back onto my thighs. He clamps his hands down onto mine as his face moves downward.

This time he dives into my gash without abandon. I shake as his tongue dances with my flowing lips. He stops on my clit making little circles every once in a while.

I want to scream.

Then I come.

I can't help it. My entire body shakes as I let go. I put my hands on his shoulders so I don't fall over.

Still breathing heavily, I feel his hand grab the hair at the base of my neck. He roughly bends me down and puts his mouth on my ear.

"Now, that wasn't right, my whore," he says. "You came without my command."

"Sorry, master," I say between gasps. "It won't happen again."

"It better not. But now I may have to be rougher with you than I had planned."

He twists my hair until it hurts. Keeping me bent down, he leads me to the left down a hallway to a door through which I had not yet been.

I find myself in a room with black walls. A naked light bulb hangs by a long cord from the ceiling. Four sets of chains dangle from the ceiling.

God, it looks exactly like the one in the porn scene I described to Caden two weeks ago when he asked me about my ultimate fantasy.

Shit, did he go out and get this or did he have it already? Did he search the Internet for the scene just to get it accurate?

To the left is a low table on which are pieces of BDSM equipment, a couple of which look scary. He moves me to the center of the four dangling chains. My anticipation is now on its highest setting. This is truly my fantasy come to life.

I can't believe it. But better yet, I can't believe I've found a man who I love enough to allow this done to me.

Caden goes to the table and grabs a set of leather bondage mittens. He moves to me, taking my hands together and fitting them on.

I catch Caden checking on my facial expressions. He tries not to let me know he's watching to make sure I'm okay, but I know he does.

That in itself relaxes me with a sense of warm reassurance that this man couldn't ever really hurt me.

Then Caden returns to the table and comes back with a ball gag.

"Now remember our safe sound?" he says.

"Yes, master," I say and make the sound we agreed on earlier.

He places the ball gag in my mouth and secures it around my head.

"Make the sound again," he says.

I do.

"Good," he says.

I love the sensation of the red round ball as it fills my mouth. My pussy springs back to life.

But she's going to have to wait her turn again. We're here for some deviant but oh so joyous backdoor fun.

Then he pushes me forward to the chains hanging from the ceiling. He expertly clips the mittens into the forward chains.

Then he takes the two back chains, looping them around somehow to meet the front ones. They go under my thighs and suddenly I find myself lifted off the floor.

A jolt of fear travels through me. God, do I really want to do this?

I sense Caden pausing, like he can read my mind.

Yes, I definitely want this! More than anything!

Like he heard that, he continues securing me in.

I'm now floating in the air. He adjusts me so my knees are pressed up against my stomach. I tilt forward a little, my exposed ass up in the air.

God, I love this! I so want this!

Next comes the blindfold. It too is leather. He fits it over my eyes so I'm in complete darkness.

I'm now completely at his mercy.

My pussy and asshole are both in a frenzy. They want to be manhandled.

When is it going to happen?

But he makes me wait.

He always makes me wait.