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afraid anymore.”
Feeling the power flow over him was a heady feeling. What would he do to her? What would she like?
He pulled his submissive Mistress into his side and caressed her slowly, communicating with a touch what he couldn’t say in words. The weight of her trust and love – yes, love – weighed on him. He could not fail her.
Eleanor’s legs shook as she descended the steps of the carriage.
“Straight to the playroom, my dear,” Gareth commanded, tapping her on the arse.
She jumped, ready to reprimand him and saw the glint in his eyes. Not Gareth – Master.
She hurried to the old outbuilding, pulling the key from her dress pocket and opening the door.
“Ladies first,” he drawled, pulling the door open for her.
Her legs propelled her body forward, her mind wanting her to turn and run.
“Undress for me. I have missed your naked body.”
Trembling fingers found the buttons at the back of her dress, pulling at the old material so that she could loosen it enough to step out of it. It wasn’t easy in front of him, but she managed.
“Naked, I said.” His command made her jump.
Her fingers found the edge of her chemise and pulled it up over her head. She hadn’t worn stockings or bloomers, not wanting to hinder him if he wanted her in the carriage.
Cold air tightened her nipples.
Noises behind her indicated Gareth was stoking the fire.
“I can’t have my beautiful pet getting cold.”
The slight goading in his voice made Eleanor clench her teeth, her courage returning.
“If I say stop, Gareth…”
His slid up behind her, grabbing her naked hips and pressing his hard cock into her bare buttocks.
“Master.” The word was hissed into her ear.
“I…” Eleanor’s voice trembled and tears spiked her eyes.
Master was having none of that.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Her legs opened.
“Wider.”
She forced her legs wider, leaning into his solid strength.
His hand slid between her folds and caressed her clit. His clever fingers circling and pressing the swollen nub until she cried out her pleasure.
Her hands moved around to his back and pulled him tightly against her. Gareth melted. He loved her hands on him.
But no, that wasn’t what they were here for. He needed to prove to her and to himself that her trust wasn’t misplaced.
“No touching, my girl. Keep your hands behind your back.”
Eleanor groaned but said nothing as he stepped back in search of something to keep her immobile. Leather reins rested nearby, long enough to tie and whip her if necessary. His cock stretched to its full length, pressing hard against the front of his breeches.
If such a reaction was caused by the idea of tying her up, what would the reality be like?
The leather felt warm in his fingers as he stalked towards his Mistress-turned-Submissive.
He wrapped the leather around her joined wrists, tying it tight and low behind her back. It was a great position, as her back arched and her breasts jutted forward. Testing her arousal for his own piece of mind, he slid one hand between her legs and found her slick and ready.
“You do like it,” he moaned, thrusting two fingers up into her body, unable to resist such an invitation. He couldn’t do this if she didn’t like it.
Eleanor’s knees buckled and she fell back against him.
“Gareth, I’m not sure…” She trembled against him.
Holding her easily he transported her over to the bed and pushed her face down over the end.
“I have trusted you with everything I am. And now you must trust me. If you need to scream, scream. If you need me to stop, you say stop.”
Eleanor nodded against the bed covers, turning her head to the side.
Gareth raised his hand and lightly spanked her perfect arse.
She let out a yelp and clenched her legs together.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Master.”
He slid his finger back into her, enjoying how wet she had become already. Perhaps his Mistress did like to yield control.
He set up a steady rhythm, using two
Feeling the power flow over him was a heady feeling. What would he do to her? What would she like?
He pulled his submissive Mistress into his side and caressed her slowly, communicating with a touch what he couldn’t say in words. The weight of her trust and love – yes, love – weighed on him. He could not fail her.
Eleanor’s legs shook as she descended the steps of the carriage.
“Straight to the playroom, my dear,” Gareth commanded, tapping her on the arse.
She jumped, ready to reprimand him and saw the glint in his eyes. Not Gareth – Master.
She hurried to the old outbuilding, pulling the key from her dress pocket and opening the door.
“Ladies first,” he drawled, pulling the door open for her.
Her legs propelled her body forward, her mind wanting her to turn and run.
“Undress for me. I have missed your naked body.”
Trembling fingers found the buttons at the back of her dress, pulling at the old material so that she could loosen it enough to step out of it. It wasn’t easy in front of him, but she managed.
“Naked, I said.” His command made her jump.
Her fingers found the edge of her chemise and pulled it up over her head. She hadn’t worn stockings or bloomers, not wanting to hinder him if he wanted her in the carriage.
Cold air tightened her nipples.
Noises behind her indicated Gareth was stoking the fire.
“I can’t have my beautiful pet getting cold.”
The slight goading in his voice made Eleanor clench her teeth, her courage returning.
“If I say stop, Gareth…”
His slid up behind her, grabbing her naked hips and pressing his hard cock into her bare buttocks.
“Master.” The word was hissed into her ear.
“I…” Eleanor’s voice trembled and tears spiked her eyes.
Master was having none of that.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Her legs opened.
“Wider.”
She forced her legs wider, leaning into his solid strength.
His hand slid between her folds and caressed her clit. His clever fingers circling and pressing the swollen nub until she cried out her pleasure.
Her hands moved around to his back and pulled him tightly against her. Gareth melted. He loved her hands on him.
But no, that wasn’t what they were here for. He needed to prove to her and to himself that her trust wasn’t misplaced.
“No touching, my girl. Keep your hands behind your back.”
Eleanor groaned but said nothing as he stepped back in search of something to keep her immobile. Leather reins rested nearby, long enough to tie and whip her if necessary. His cock stretched to its full length, pressing hard against the front of his breeches.
If such a reaction was caused by the idea of tying her up, what would the reality be like?
The leather felt warm in his fingers as he stalked towards his Mistress-turned-Submissive.
He wrapped the leather around her joined wrists, tying it tight and low behind her back. It was a great position, as her back arched and her breasts jutted forward. Testing her arousal for his own piece of mind, he slid one hand between her legs and found her slick and ready.
“You do like it,” he moaned, thrusting two fingers up into her body, unable to resist such an invitation. He couldn’t do this if she didn’t like it.
Eleanor’s knees buckled and she fell back against him.
“Gareth, I’m not sure…” She trembled against him.
Holding her easily he transported her over to the bed and pushed her face down over the end.
“I have trusted you with everything I am. And now you must trust me. If you need to scream, scream. If you need me to stop, you say stop.”
Eleanor nodded against the bed covers, turning her head to the side.
Gareth raised his hand and lightly spanked her perfect arse.
She let out a yelp and clenched her legs together.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Master.”
He slid his finger back into her, enjoying how wet she had become already. Perhaps his Mistress did like to yield control.
He set up a steady rhythm, using two
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