The Sacrifice (12 page)

I want to see more breast play but the Dom has moved on. He is
working his way down the blonde submissive’s body, kissing and licking her taut
abdomen as she moans and quivers under him. When he gets to her pussy, he
slides his thick fingers into her panties and rubs, obviously opening her,
exploring her inner cunt.

I feel a gush of wetness from my own pussy and look down. All
morning I’ve been trying to ignore this damn harness Aiden put on me, but now
the sight of it between my legs is unexpectedly erotic. The way the black
leather straps crisscross over my thighs, the way the crotch presses against
me, holding the phallus in place inside, gives me a sudden jolt of lust. I
can’t help noticing, though, that the leather doesn’t cover my entire pussy
mound—just the bottom part. My neatly trimmed thatch of curls and most of my
cunt slit are still entirely visible. And in fact, much more than that is on
display. I’m so hot that my pussy lips are swollen with need, opening of their
own accord like flower petals, to reveal my pink inner cunt. I can see the
sensitive button of my clit peeping out, almost begging for attention.

I start to slip my hand between my legs…and then Aiden’s words
come back to me.
'Don’t touch yourself and don’t make yourself come.'
It
was his final command before he left the house this morning. Although I don’t
see how he could possibly know if I broke his silly rule, I reluctantly draw
back my hand and go back to watching the screen.

It’s well worth watching. The Dom has removed his submissive’s
panties now and is spreading her legs, baring her pussy. She’s shaved
completely bare down there, I notice, and wonder what that would be like. I
keep things neatly trimmed but I’ve never tried shaving or waxing it all off.
Why should I? It’s not like there’s anyone to admire my handiwork.
Now there
is,
whispers a little voice but I push it away and keep watching.

The Dom is kneeling beside the bed, almost in an attitude of
worship. He positions himself between the girl’s legs, his broad shoulders forcing
her to spread even wider. Using his thumbs, he delicately parts her bare pussy
lips, revealing her pink interior. For a long moment he simply looks at her,
drinking her in, studying her delicate folds, her secret places revealed just
for him. The blonde submissive moans and bucks her hips—clearly the waiting is
killing her and just as clearly her Dom knows this.
Anticipation,
I
think, remembering Aiden’s words again.

Then the Dom licks his submissive’s pussy from bottom to top, his
tongue gliding gently but firmly over her inner folds. The girl gasps and
moans, her hands clutching at the black satin band that binds and restrains
her, but she makes no move to get away. Instead, she opens herself even wider,
pushing her hips up to meet her master’s mouth, begging for this most intimate
and forbidden kiss.

This time I can’t stop myself from reaching between my legs. I’ve
never had a man do this to me, but I have to confess it’s a turn-on to watch
the Dom going down on his submissive while she’s tied and helpless on the bed.
I spread my pussy lips with my index and ring finger and stroke rapidly over my
throbbing clit, my middle finger flicking lightly but firmly over the center of
my desire. I pump my hips too, feeling the phallus shift within me, fucking me.
Goddess but I’m so hot…so close…

“Emma, what did I tell you about touching yourself before I left
this morning?”

I nearly jump out of the seat at that cold, commanding voice.
Aiden! Where is he? I look wildly at the door of the study but it’s still
closed, just as I left it.

“Look at the laptop,” he says dryly.

I look again and there, at the bottom right of the screen, just
below where the Dom is licking his submissive out, is a three by three inch
square. Aiden is visible in this screen-within-the screen and he looks
extremely displeased.

But I’m sure he wasn’t there a minute ago!
I think wildly.
How long as he been
watching me?

“I’ve been watching since you first opened my laptop,” he says,
with that uncanny ability he seems to have of either reading my mind or
guessing my thoughts. “I was hoping you might continue to abide by my orders,
even if you
were
snooping in an area that doesn’t concern you. But now I
see that you’re incapable of obeying even the simplest command.”

“You…you set me up.” My voice is a hoarse croak. “You left the
laptop out in plain sight and put a hot movie on it you knew would turn me on to
try and trick me.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “On the contrary, I had no idea it
would ‘turn you on’ as you put it. Although I suppose the fact that it did
proves we’re not wasting our time. The movie is actually for my own viewing
pleasure.”

On the screen, the Dom has the blonde submissive’s legs over his
shoulders and is slowly guiding this thick cock into her pussy. She moans
wordlessly as his flesh slides into hers, filling her to the limit. I feel my
cheeks heating with embarrassment. “Can…can you see what’s going on in the
movie from where you are?” I ask in a small voice.

“No. But I can see that you’re still touching yourself when you
were expressly told not to.” His stern gray eyes flick down and I realize that
I’m sitting there with the shirt open and my fingers spreading my pussy, almost
like I’m putting on a show for him. Oh Goddess, what’s wrong with me?

Quickly I snatch my fingers away and pull the crimson shirt closed
tight around me. But it’s too late—the damage has obviously been done. “I just
wanted to check my e-mail and tell my professors I wouldn’t be in class
tonight,” I say miserably. “I didn’t mean to…to disobey orders…Master.”

His eyes soften when I use his title but only slightly. “Whether
you meant to or not, you’ve violated the rules I set for you, Emma,” he says
sternly. “And for that, I’m afraid there will have to be a punishment.”

“A punishment?” I squeak, remembering the way he put me over his
knee and spanked me the night before. My ass is still a little tender from that
and I’m in no hurry for more.

“Did you really expect anything else?” he demands.

I drop my eyes. “No, Master. I…I guess not.”

Aiden seems mollified by my submissive answer. He nods and looks
at his watch. “Good, since I can’t eat with you this afternoon, I’ll have
Barnes bring a light lunch to your room. Afterward, may I suggest a cooling
swim in the pool. It might help you keep those hands where they belong.” His
eyes flick over my hands, curled into anxious fists in my lap.

Actually, a swim sounds lovely and I want to see the pool. “But I
don’t have a suit,” I protest.

“You don’t need one,” Aiden says sharply. “For the last time,
Emma, no one will be watching you.”

“But your uh, butler guy—Barnes…”

“Is legally blind.” One corner of his sensual mouth quirks up in a
rare smile. “He finds his way through the house by touch and manages by being
familiar with everything.”

“What?” Now I’m pissed. “And just
when
were you going to
tell me that?” I demand. “You
knew
how uncomfortable I was this morning
at breakfast when you made me go naked in front of him. You—”

“Careful, darling,” he says softly. “You’ve already earned
yourself one punishment today. Don’t make it two.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and cross my arms over my chest.
“Fine.”

“That’s better.” Aiden nods at me. “And the reason I let you
believe he could see is that I need you to be ready to display yourself when I
ask you to. You weren’t willing to do that last night at the ceremony; I needed
to see if I could break down your barriers enough for you to do it this
morning.”

“But why?” I can’t help asking. “Why would it be necessary for you
to…to show me off like that?”

“For my pleasure. You’re a very beautiful woman, Emma. It might
please me to share your beauty with others sometime in the future.”

“What?” I’m suddenly cold all over. “You want to
share
me?
Huh-uh, no way! That’s not in my job description.”

His eyes turn cold again, so cold I can almost feel the frost
coming out of the computer screen. “
Your job description is whatever I say
it is,”
he growls softly. And then his tone softens. “But when I say share,
I mean in the visual sense only. I will never tolerate another man’s hands on
you. Just the thought of it…” He shakes his head, his eyes flashing fiercely.
“It doesn’t bear thinking of.”

I feel a little better now—at least he’s not thinking of making me
take on the starring role in a gang-bang orgy or something abhorrent like that.
Still, the idea of being naked in front of other people makes me unhappy. I
guess it’s something we’ll have to take up another time.

“I see,” I say, as neutrally as I can.

Aiden cocks his head to one side. “Do I detect a hint of defiance,
Emma?”

“Why would I be defiant?” I give him my best wide-eyed innocent
look. “I don’t want to risk earning another punishment, right?”

“Ah yes, your punishment.” He leans back and gives me a cold,
thoughtful look. “I’ll be home precisely at five. When I get in, I expect to
find you completely naked, wearing only the collar, clamps, and harness.”

“But…but what about our deal?” I clutch the red shirt around me
like a lifeline. “You said I could wear—”

“If you can’t obey orders, you forfeit your privileges, Emma,” he
says. “As I was saying, I want you naked and bent over the bed with your bare
ass in the air, ready to take your punishment. Do I make myself perfectly
clear?”

A thrill of fear and something else goes through me. “Yes,
Master,” I whisper, unable to say anything else.

“Very good. I’ll see you at five.” And then the screen abruptly
goes blank and the little box with his face in it disappears.

Chapter Eleven

I spend the rest of the day in a haze of worry and dread. What is
Aiden planning to do with me? Probably spank me—but with what? His hand? A
cane? He won’t really hurt me, will he? I mean, the spanking was a little
painful but not in a life-threatening kind of way. But he’s a vampire and
they’re not usually known for their leniency.

Barnes, the blind old servant—now I feel guilty for thinking he
was creepy—brings a tray to my room at noon. It has creamy, mild goat cheese,
some crisp wheat crackers, and a delicious assortment of fruit. There’s a white
wine spritzer to go with it, which I gulp down though I usually don’t drink.
But at this point I’ll take anything to calm my nerves. Hell, I wish I had
spreadable valium to go on my crackers instead of cheese.

Lunch is delicious but I really don’t have much of an appetite. My
stomach is tied in knots by the pictures my brain keeps showing me. Pictures of
me spread out naked while Aiden does whatever he wants to me. Goddess, I have
got
to get hold of myself!

An hour after lunch I find my way to the pool. It’s in an enclosed
atrium with tropical flowering plants all around. Beautiful. A glass skylight
above lets in the sunlight, warming the pale blue water to perfection.

I remove my collar because I’m not sure if the ruby is real or
not. If it is, I better not risk losing it at the bottom of the pool. Then I
look down at my harness. I want to take it off too but I’d probably better not
press my luck. I dive in with it on, trying to ignore the feeling of the
phallus moving within me as I stroke through the water.

After forty minutes of laps I feel a little more calm and
clearheaded. I exercise regularly in my futile attempt to lose weight and while
physical activity doesn’t seem to do much to budge the numbers on the scale, it
does
do wonders for my state of mind.

After my swim I shower off the chlorine in the shower stall,
placed conveniently and unobtrusively in the corner of the atrium, and dry
myself on a large, fluffy towel. There’s a whole stack of them on one of the
lounge chairs beside the pool and I use another on my hair. I take special care
to dry the harness but it seems to have taken no lasting damage from the water.
Maybe the leather has been specially treated to withstand it? I don’t know and
don’t care—I just want to be sure Aiden can’t accuse me of taking it off for
any reason.

All the swimming and obsessing I’ve been doing over my upcoming
punishment has worn me completely out. I know it seems strange, but I’m
actually
sleepy.
A glance at the clock on the wall shows it’s still
hours before Aiden comes home. Plenty of time to relax in one of the lounge
chairs and stare at the pool for a while. Maybe I can let my mind go blank and
stop thinking about what he’s going to do to me when he comes home…

I wake up with that hazy, confused feeling you get when you mean
to just lie down for a power nap and wind up sleeping away the entire afternoon
instead.
What am I doing here? Why am I naked in a lounge chair by a strange
pool?
I blink at my surroundings uncertainly. Then suddenly the silver
hands of the clock catch my eye. Hmm, it’s ten ‘til five.

Holy crap! Ten ‘til five!
Alarm bells start going off in my head. Aiden is going to be home
soon—very soon! And what if he’s early?