Temporary Master (11 page)

Her
wet hair slicked back as she knelt before him, a question in her eyes.

“If
you want it, you’re going to have to ask for it, Sabella.”

Her
pink lips parted as she inched closer, her hand tentative as it rested on his
hair-dusted thigh. He moved back, breaking the contact. He had a feeling his
little sub would take rather than ask when she wanted something. Not
intentionally of course, but when she was aroused like now, she was greedy and
wanted what she wanted now.

“I’m
waiting.” His order had her gaze snapping up to his face.

“Please,
Sir…I…may…I suck your cock?” Her face was flushed.

“Of
course.”
He
groaned
,
his head tipping back as her tongue teased
the head of his cock…

Bracing
his arms against the shower wall, he tried to fight off the fantasy, not
wanting to give into the lust, to give up his control…

“Is
this good, Sir?” Her lashes were matted as she gazed up at him, one hand
wrapped around him, slowly stroking. “I want to please you.”

He
threaded his fingers through her hair, urging her closer. “Suck, little one.”

She
moaned happily and took him deep inside her mouth. He hissed as pleasure dug
its razor sharp talons into him. He’d never felt such a curious tongue in his
life. While she sucked, her tongue was never still. It rubbed against the
sensitive underside of him, before darting back up to lap at the tip when her
head lifted. Then it would lap at the base of him on her downward strokes. She
was slowly driving him insane.

“Sabella…”
He gasped her name as her fingers lovingly cupped his sack, gently kneading the
orbs until he was ready to blow…

Hissing,
Ethan gave in. After twisting the hot tap on, he grabbed his body wash, soaped
up his hand and grasped his cock. Forbidden pleasure, by his own rules, coursed
through him. But even as he broke his own code, he forced his will upon his
body, squeezing his base to keep from spilling immediately. Slowly…he was going
to make the pleasure last, even if it killed him…

“…
Enough!”
He pulled her head back, before
jerking her upright. “We will finish this my way, not yours.”

“Yes,
Sir.”
Her eyes were downcast as her hands returned to their familiar position behind
her back. “Do with me as you will.”

“Bend
over and show me what’s mine. I want to see your sweet little pussy.”

She
quickly turned around, giving him her back. Keeping her arms clasped behind
her, she gracefully bent at the waist, maintaining her balance in a way most
women would envy. Tracing the globes of her bottom with his fingers, he ran
them down her crack to delve into the moist folds below. Desire built in him as
her body welcomed his intrusion with a gush of moisture. Pulling one finger
free before bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucked off her slightly tart
cream. His cock began weeping, as was his wont when he became over-excited.
Returning his fingers to her folds, he rubbed his thumb over her clit, loving
the ardent cries ringing through the steamy enclosure.

“Don’t
come yet, Sabella. You’re always in rush. I promised I’d teach you patience,
and this is but the first lesson.”

“Please…Sir.”
She swayed back towards him.

Cupping
his free hand around her hip, he halted her movement. “Be still. Relax. We’ll
get there.” Removing his fingers, he guided her into an upright position, her
back to his chest. Urging her to lift her arms, he guided them into place
around his neck. “Feel us connect, Sabella.” As she gave over to him, he
allowed his own hands to drift down to cup her breasts. Teasing her nipples, he
listened to her soft inhale as they beaded under his thumbs.

“Please,
give me more, Sir.” The slight wiggle of her hips against his erection in
conjunction with her
plea,
sent him over the edge…

“Son
of a bitch!”
Standing on trembling legs, Ethan fought off his orgasm, clamping down harder
on his cock. He tried not to give into the fantasy, but after being aroused for
so long his body no longer obeyed. He needed relief and the moment he loosened
his grip his cock exploded, sending several spurts of seed against the tiles.
Moaning harshly, he stroked, helping his body finish. When the last wave of
pleasure finally abated, he slumped forward, holding himself upright with one
arm against the wall.

“Damn.”
Resting his forehead on his arm, he let the warm water wash over him. While his
cock no longer ached with desire, he’d found his release to be hollow. Yes the
fantasy had been erotic enough to send him over the edge, but it hadn’t
satisfied his need for a connection. Alone, release was just that, a temporary
sating of his body’s needs.
“Soon, Sabella.”
He sent a
prayer heavenwards that she’d give into the need he’d felt earlier and come to
him. Otherwise it was going to be a really long stretch as he trained her for
the Kinkfest, because even though he’d broken his ‘no masturbation rule’, there
was no way he could break his ‘one at a time’ rule and live with himself.

“Over
here!”

Sabella
scanned the crowd, attempting to locate Lauren. Once again they’d agreed to
meet at Bistro
Sabor,
after
Sabella had been
assured it would be just her and Lauren with no unexpected guests. Finally
spotting her, Sabella waded through the crush. Of course on a Saturday
afternoon the little restaurant would be busy, but it didn’t deter Sabella. She
needed someone to talk to before she exploded, and preferably someone in the
scene who might give her a fresh perspective on how to deal with Ethan.

Sliding
into the booth, Sabella tossed her handbag on the seat next to her and accepted
the menu the waitress offered. As the woman left, she finally glanced at Lauren
and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Lauren, we gotta talk.”

“Funny,
this isn’t the first time I’ve heard that in the past twenty-four hours.”
Lauren sipped her iced tea. “So tell me what has your panties in such a twist?”

Twisting
the napkin in her hand, she sighed.
“Men.”

Nodding
sagely, Lauren agreed. “Okay which man pissed you off this time, your dad,
Kaleb, or Ethan?”

Sabella
gave an exasperated laugh. “Well, Dad is a given. He won’t listen to me or what
his doctors say. I’m seriously afraid I’m going to come home one night and find
him dead. Last night I caught him with beer again. He knows he can’t have it,
but still insists on drinking it.”

Lauren
placed her hand over Sabella’s. “I know it’s frustrating, Bella-mía. He’s set
in his ways, but he’ll eventually come around.” Lauren gave her fingers a
squeeze. “Remember how he threw a fit about you going out with Tommy Laski to
our Junior Prom?”

Sabella
sighed. “Yeah, he eventually came around. It wasn’t until the day before but he
let me go.”

The
waitress interrupted them to set down their drinks and take their orders. Once
she left, Lauren picked up their conversation.

“Well
it’s just like that but instead of you growing up, it’s been reversed. Instead
of him telling you what to do, you’re now the one doing the telling. I firmly
believe your Dad’s attitude has to do with the fact he has no control over his
life. For the past three to four months you’ve done nothing but ride him about
how to eat, when to exercise, and even about going to the doctors. He’s trying
to take back some decision making.”

And
when letting him ends up with him in hypoglycemic shock or even worse –
dead...I’m supposed to say, oh well, at least he made the choice to die?
Sabella opened her mouth to protest,
but Lauren cut her off.

“I
know, you want him around long enough to see his grandbabies, girl, if you ever
should be lucky enough to have them. But in reality it’s no different than what
your dad did before our Junior Prom. The need to protect is instilled in you
just as much as your love of family.” Lauren let go of her hand. “And if your
dad had truly wanted to spite you, he’d have gone on a three-day bender.
Instead you found, what a single light beer in the fridge? A light beer he’d
planned on enjoying during the football game?”

She
nodded grudgingly.
“Yeah.”

“Now
I’m sure the doctor assured you alcohol isn’t good for diabetics, but a beer
now and again won’t kill him. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you need to
loosen the reins a bit and let him breathe. I promise nothing bad will happen
if you do.”

Shame
suddenly filled her. Had she really been that bad? Had she turned into a nag
when all she wanted was to make sure her father was healthy and around for a
good many more years? Rubbing her fingers over the icy surface of the glass,
she finally faced the fact she may have been more on edge when she’d returned
home from her training session with Ethan than she’d realized. Lauren was
right. She needed to loosen the reins or she’d end up driving her father away.
“Fine, I’m paranoid.” She lifted her head. “I’m just scared I’m going to lose
him for good next time.”

Lauren
sighed. “He’s too stubborn to leave you before seeing you settled down.” She
took a sip of her drink. “Speaking of which, what on Earth did you do to our
normally rational and orderly Dom?”

Sabella
drew a blank. She didn’t have a clue what her friend was talking about. “Excuse
me? What exactly are you talking about?”

“Ethan.
I saw him at the Subbie night last night.” Lauren winked at her. “Dear Lord,
I’ve never seen him so tense in the entire time I’ve been a member of New
Beginnings.”

Surprise
broadsided her. “What are you talking about?”
He’d seemed in control when
he’d left me, despite the erection tenting his pants.

“There
was an incident with a new Dom who’d just recently purchased a membership. I
would’ve tried him myself, but what he wanted was way beyond my limits.”

“Really?
You actually found a Dom who was
too kinky for you?” Sabella found it hard to believe. Her friend had dabbled in
everything from knife play to electrical play and seemed to have found
enjoyment in all of them.

Lauren
shrugged her shoulders. “Well when the guy brings out a barb tipped, single
tail whip
and wants to whip more than just my ass with it.
Not to mention he wanted to defecate on me.” She shuddered. “I don’t do
excrement, no matter how sexy I think the Dom might be. A total turn off.”

Sabella
wrinkled her nose as she stirred the ice in her water with her straw. “
Ew…
gross….So did this guy find a willing submissive?”

“Yeah,
a pretty little Latina submissive who wasn’t exactly new to the scene, but in
the end had no idea what shit she was getting into - literally.”

Horrified
humor washed over Sabella. “Oh no…tell me he didn’t…”

Lauren
leaned in close. “Yep, he did. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man move as fast
as Ethan did. He was none too happy when the Dom ignored the girl’s safeword,
and insisted she be his human toilet.”

“Ewww.”
Sabella sipped at her drink. “Well
I suppose that would put any Dom in a bad mood. The safeword is one part of the
scene that’s sacred.”

“Too
true.
But he
was…edgy before the incident.” Lauren lifted her brow in a theatrical way. “In
fact a little birdie told me someone got a certain Dom all hot and bothered -
before leaving him high and dry.” She sipped her drink. “That wouldn’t be you
would it, Bella-mía?”

Her
face flushed as she remembered her halting request. One where she’d asked to
give him the same relief as he’d given her. It had bruised her pride when he’d
softly refused, standing on his promise to her. “I…well, not intentionally.
When I agreed to be his model, I laid down a few hard limits. I told him there
wouldn’t be any intimacy between us that didn’t have to do with the
presentation.”

Lauren
shifted in her seat and groaned. “Don’t tell me you gave one of the owners of
New Beginnings an ultimatum? I thought I taught you better. A Dom wants a
submissive
who
teases but ultimately delivers.”

Sabella
played with the napkin wrapped silverware, rolling them across the surface of
the table. “It wasn’t exactly an ultimatum, girl. Every submissive has their
limits and for the short period I’m helping…Ethan, I’d be stupid not to make
sure he’s aware of them.”

“There’s
a difference between telling him you don’t do asphyxiation or golden showers,
and setting a stipulation that punishes both of you.”

Sabella
opened her mouth to protest, but Lauren held up a hand. “Don’t give me that
bullshit you’re not. I know you.” She leaned forward on her elbows. “By putting
these limits on your time together, you’re not only protecting yourself, but
also allowing yourself some pleasure without the risk.”