The Brat and the Master - a BDSM Erotic Novel (18 page)

Jasmine hung her head, her long blonde hair forming a curtain to completely hide her face, her body now limp save for the occasional twitch as the dildo continued to pump into her. Adam put his cock away and went to make a slight adjustment to the machine, turning the vibrator to low and increasing the speed until she once more began to moan and clutch at the frame. Her bottom was aglow from the whipping, her cunt slippery with juices and lubricant, her anus squeezing slowly to the contractions of her muscles.

Taking up the flogger again, he gave her a few more strokes across her cheeks, then turned it in his hand and pressed the tip of the handle to the slippery little hole between them. She moaned as her pucker spread to a round, pink ring, and her breathing grew heavier still as he pushed it in deep, leaving just a couple of inches protruding from her buggered hole with the thongs hanging down like a ridiculous tail.

‘Very pretty,’ he remarked. ‘So, shall I tie you up and leave you in the bath, or shall I take you with me and do something horrible to you at the club? I ought to leave you here, really, but that wouldn’t be half the fun, and you’d still get off on it, even lying in a pool of your own piss. Whatever is to be done with you, Jasmine? You’re so lovely, but such a brat.’

She began to squirm herself onto the dildo, her control slipping as she was overwhelmed by sheer physical sensation. Adam watched in both amusement and curiosity, wondering if she would manage to bring herself to orgasm by rubbing her cunt on the padded top of the fucking machine, which seemed to be what she was trying to do. It looked quite possible that she’d succeed, but either way she was going to make a serious mess, with her cunt so wet that her juices were splashing her inner thighs and puddling beneath her sex to trickle down over the body of the machine.

‘You are sopping, you filthy little trollop,’ he teased her. ‘You ought to be in …’ He broke off, grinning, and stood up.

‘Where are you going?’ Jasmine gasped as he left the room.

‘Out shopping,’ he explained.

‘What, and leaving me like this?’

‘I’ll be back,’ he assured her as he got to the front door. ‘Eventually.’

‘Adam!’ she squeaked, but her voice was cut off by the click of the catch as he closed the door behind him.

Chapter Eleven

Adam drew the car to a halt a mile short of the East London warehouse in which Dark Angels was being held. A brief call confirmed that there was no sign of the photographer at the club but instead of continuing the journey, Adam turned to Jasmine.

‘This is the first time we’ve been out together since the duel. I think we ought to get a couple of things straight.’

‘Such as?’ she asked.

‘This whole ownership business, for one thing. After the duel, Mark said I’d won you for myself, and you don’t seem to mind, but you told me it was really important to you not to feel anybody was trying to control you.’

‘Oh, that,’ Jasmine said airily. ‘That’s fine. I want to be yours.’

Adam shut his eyes, his jaw clenched tight against sudden, burning exasperation. He was determined not to speak but quickly gave in.

‘Jesus Christ, but you need spanking!’

‘I know,’ Jasmine replied. ‘What were you going to say?’

‘I was going to say,’ Adam continued with great patience, ‘that I want you to be mine, but that you’re free to play with other people, as long as they understand the situation.’

‘OK,’ she said happily. ‘Can I call you Master?’

Adam drew in his breath, unsure if she was playing or really meant what she said, and thinking of how Paul Papadakis must have felt when she had failed to arrive at the wedding.

‘Yes, you can,’ he said after a while. ‘But what if I were to have you tattooed as my property, or branded?’

‘Maybe,’ she said, plainly doubtful. ‘A tattoo anyway. I don’t think I could bear the pain of a branding. Lucy says …’

‘I didn’t mean it seriously,’ he interrupted. ‘It’s what’s in your head that matters. You do know I’m in love with you? I did say.’

‘Yes, when you were just about to fuck me up my bottom!’

‘I meant it, Jasmine, but that’s my point. For me, love and sex are inextricably intertwined, even cruel, sadistic sex, the sort we both like. Love’s not sweet and innocent, love’s dirty, messy, rude … From a biological perspective, of course, it’s all about reproduction because if you don’t turn me on enough to make me spunk inside you, no babies. That’s natural selection.’

‘Not if you do it up my bottom,’ Jasmine pointed out.

‘That’s an interesting phenomenon, actually,’ Adam began. ‘From an ethological perspective as well as an evolutionary one, because … OK, never mind that, what matters is that I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ Jasmine answered. She leaned in close to kiss Adam’s cheek, then abruptly carried on, ‘Even though you spank me all the time and left me on that machine for ages! And you won’t tell me what you’re going to do to me at the club.’

Adam laughed as he started the car once more, now happier than at any time he could remember. He’d stopped in a quiet street beside a park and found he could pull out immediately, grinning as he picked up speed but leaving Jasmine’s question unanswered. The park was soon behind them, giving way to an industrial area of small trading estates, one of which included the venue. As he stepped from the car, he found himself glancing nervously from side to side, but the only people about seemed to be other partygoers.

Jasmine was in an ankle-length coat, with a plain white dress underneath it. Otherwise, she was naked but for high heels and a slender leather collar. Her pale hair was set off by a rose from one of his own bushes, perfect black. Any photograph of her would have suggested nothing more sinister than a young woman going out for the evening, probably to a formal event, an image reinforced by Adam’s own choice of full black tie.

Both were nodded through by the doorman, into a curtained-off area that served as a cloakroom, where Jasmine eagerly shed her clothes to leave herself in nothing but collar and heels. The warehouse was bigger than most of the venues Adam had been to, and the extra space had been filled with a double line of stalls leading out from the entrance. These were mostly the same ones that made up the London Fetish Market, but with a scattering of others – all very much alternative culture but not necessarily fetish. Adam spent a moment browsing before getting into conversation with Cornfed, who was showing off a new machine designed to spank a girl while she was fucked.

‘You’ll make us all obsolete,’ he joked. ‘What are the pedals for?’

‘Manual override,’ Cornfed explained. ‘You adjust the saddle and these bars, allowing her to ride the machine like an exercise bike, only the positioning ensures that her bottom remains well pushed out and as she rides, she spanks and fucks herself.’

‘Ingenious,’ Adam replied. ‘We only just got here, but you can put Jasmine on it for a demo later. How about it, Jasmine?’

There was no answer and Adam turned to find that Jasmine was no longer with him.

‘She went off between the stalls,’ Cornfed supplied.

‘Typical,’ Adam sighed. ‘Never mind, I’ll catch up with her later, and she’s definitely going on the machine. The one we bought is working well, by the way. I put Jasmine on it for the best part of an hour this afternoon.’

They continued to talk for a while, until a potential customer arrived and Adam moved on into the open part of the warehouse, looking for Jasmine. She wasn’t visible and he started towards where a huge door closed off by curtains led deeper into the club, with music booming out from within. Then he stopped as a familiar voice hailed him from behind.

‘Hey, look who it is, The Devil himself!’

Adam turned to see Steelhand striding across the floor towards him, one big hand thrust out in greeting, the other closed on the ends of two leads which led back to twin collars circling the necks of Lucy and Della. Both girls were in nothing but high heels and lacy underwear, Lucy’s red, Della’s blue. After no more than an instant of hesitation, Adam accepted the handshake.

‘No sign of that bastard pap,’ Steelhand went on, ‘and I’ve warned the boys on the door, so I reckon we’re safe to play. How about a swap? Girl Four – Lucy here – for Jasmine, just for a while?’

Adam opened his mouth but found himself lost for words. Lucy was looking at him with half-lowered eyes, seemingly compliant if perhaps a little sulky, while the scarlet combination of heels, stockings, knickers and bra set off her dark hair and petite but exquisitely feminine figure to perfection. She was desirable, without question, and while he knew the answer he should give, it was hard to get the words out. He found himself playing for time.

‘I’d be delighted,’ he managed, ‘but there’s one small problem. I’ve lost Jasmine.’

‘I’ll find her,’ Steelhand assured him, reaching out to offer Lucy’s lead to Adam. ‘Here, do as you like with her, so long as you send her back in working order.’

Adam took hold of Lucy’s lead, slightly bemused but determined to make the best of his good fortune. Steelhand left, towing Della behind him, and Adam was left wondering what to do. It was tempting to put Lucy on Cornfed’s machine, which was sure to attract a big audience, and he wanted as many people as possible to watch him use her. He also wanted more intimate contact, and to enjoy her every bit as much as Steelhand was sure to enjoy Jasmine. That had to come first.

‘So what’s to be done with you, Lucy?’ he asked.

‘Whatever you wish, Master,’ she replied, her voice as well as her expression now suggesting that however obedient she was going to be, she felt a little sulky about being given away so casually.

‘Do I detect a trace of petulance?’ Adam asked.

‘No, Master,’ she answered promptly.

‘Oh, but I think I do,’ he went on, ‘and unfortunately for you, I rather enjoy petulance, so instead of buying you a drink, as I’d planned, I’m going to put you across my knee, pull down those fancy scarlet knickers and spank your bare bottom.’

Lucy made a face, sullen and even slightly defiant, but Adam took no notice. Leading her to where a scattering of tables and chairs had been set out in front of the bar, he sat down, tugging gently on her lead.

‘Here?’ she queried. ‘Everyone will see!’

‘That’s the whole idea,’ Adam told her. ‘Steelhand spanks you in public, so why shouldn’t I? Over you go, then, facing this way. I’m left-handed tonight.’

Lucy made to speak, thought better of it, and draped herself obediently across his knee. Most of the people nearby were already watching, and they soon had a considerable audience, encouraging Adam to show off as he took hold of her panties.

‘Knickers down,’ he announced, and began to peel the little scrap of scarlet material from her cheeks, slowly enough to ensure that she had plenty of time to allow her exposure to sink in.

She made no effort to stop him but began to tremble slightly as her rear view came on show to the audience, with her knickers in a tangle at the same level as her stocking tops, giving the 50 or so people now watching a good view of her cunt. Adam gave her a couple of gentle pats, then abruptly hauled her bottom cheeks wide to add the exposure of her anus to her woes before laying in properly.

At first she barely seemed to notice, holding herself in save for the occasional faint gasp despite the pain of the hard slaps been applied to her bottom and the rude view she was providing to so many people. Adam spanked harder and she began to kick a little, then as the blows became even more severe she wriggled over his lap, making an even better show of her reddened bottom cheeks, while the smell of her perfume was now blended with a hint of cunt.

‘That’s better, isn’t it, Lucy?’ he said as he continued to spank. ‘Nice and warm and rosy behind, ready for cock too, by the smell of you. So, then, are you going to thank me?’

‘Thank you, Master,’ Lucy replied, but Adam merely laughed and began to spank her hard enough to set her kicking and squealing across his lap as he went on.

‘That’s not what I meant, Lucy, as you know perfectly well. Come on, then.’

He stopped and helped her to her feet, now holding her hand rather than the lead as he led her across the room. She hadn’t pulled her knickers up and she was rubbing at her smacked bottom as they went, the very picture of a well-spanked girl. The punishment seemed to have sunk in too, as no sooner were they in one of the small booths at the end of the room than she was on her knees, still bare behind, as she helped Adam get himself ready and took his cock into her mouth.

‘Good girl,’ he told her, tousling her hair as she began to suck. ‘That’s right, play with my balls, and you’re to rub your cunt too. I want you to come with my cock in your mouth.’

She looked up, her large, dark eyes wide in a half-serious plea to be spared the extra indignity, but Adam shook his head and she quickly set her knees apart and slipped a hand between her legs. Adam sat back, enjoying the sight of her pretty face as she worked on his cock and masturbated at the same time, her still-sulky expression gradually giving way to pleasure. Several peepholes had been cut in the back wall of the booth, and eyes were soon showing through them.

‘We’re being watched, Lucy,’ he told her. ‘Look round and you’ll see their eyes, feasting on your body while you suck cock, enjoying the sight of your little red bum and the way your titties jiggle as you move – and speaking of your titties, let’s have them out, shall we?’

He leaned forward to tug up the cups of her bra, leaving her small, round breasts swinging bare under her chest. Her sucking immediately grew more urgent, as did the motions of her fingers between her thighs, making Adam chuckle for her helpless reaction.

‘Good is it?’ he asked. ‘What are you thinking about, Lucy? Are you thinking about how it feels to masturbate on your knees while you suck my cock, after having your sweet little bottom spanked in public? Are you thinking about what a bastard I am to have you make such a dirty exhibition of yourself? No, I don’t imagine that you are. You’re thinking about how Steelhand gave you away, aren’t you, just casually, not even bothering to ask your opinion, much less your permission, before giving you to me to be spanked and made to rub off your pretty little cunt while you suck cock.’

A powerful shiver ran through Lucy’s body and she rocked forward, lifting her bottom, deliberately allowing the watchers to enjoy the view, with her anus on blatant show between her open cheeks and her fingers busy in her gaping, juice-soiled cunt. She’d also taken his erection as far into her throat as it would go, purposefully choking on cock as she shuddered and gulped her way through orgasm.

Adam had meant to hold back but the sensation of her gagging on the head of his cock was too much. He came, full down her throat, to set her choking more violently still, but still rubbing urgently at her cunt even as the spunk exploded from her nose, before rocking back on her heels, her mouth wide, sticky mess running down her face, to bring herself to one last peak before she collapsed at his feet.

‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’ Adam managed after a moment to recover himself.

Lucy gave a weak nod in response, then to Adam’s surprise, leaned forward and began to lick up the mess she’d made on his front. He watched, delighted and disgusted at the same time, also pleased at her now abject submission. The expression on her face when she finally swallowed her mouthful was a picture, and left him grinning.

‘I’m not finished with you,’ he told her. ‘We’re going over to the stalls now, where I’m going to put you on Cornfed’s wonderful new machine, which can spank you and fuck you at the same time.’

Lucy merely nodded, as if she’d expected no more, and allowed him to lead her back across the warehouse floor, only to find Caroline already mounted up, stark naked and pedalling furiously as the dildo pumped in her cunt and the twin paddles smacked at her meaty bottom cheeks. Elaine stood to one side, encased from head to toe in scarlet rubber, a riding whip of the same bright shade in one hand. Steelhand and Della were watching her, she with her panties around her thighs and he with his finger in her cunt, but there was no sign of Jasmine.

‘I hope you’ve been having fun?’ Steelhand asked as they approached.

‘He spanked me,’ Lucy answered, ‘next to the bar. Then he made me play with myself in one of the booths while I sucked him off.’

‘Good for you, Mephistopheles,’ Steelhand responded, barely taking his eye from where Caroline was mounted on Cornfed’s machine, her face a mask of pleasure.