She shivered in the dry coolness of the hotel room. Goosebumps erupted on her skin as she settled herself more comfortably on the bed. She was naked except for a black, silk blindfold that she’d knotted around her eyes as instructed.
She’d folded the scarf twice to make sure that nothing was visible before covering her eyes. Once before, she’d made the mistake of leaving herself the ability to see. The punishment had been sound and she’d not made that mistake again.
Maurina didn’t like pain. Light spanking during sex was one thing, punishment was quite another. She went out of her way to avoid punishment and today as no exception.
She’d followed Owin’s instructions to the letter. She’d showered and applied the lilac-scented body oil that he preferred. He liked her hair to dry naturally so she’d left it wet. After straightening up the bathroom, she’d blindfolded herself and arranged her body lengthwise on the bed as he’d instructed.
She lay on her back, legs pressed together and her hands resting lightly on her ribs, just under her full, round breasts. Her long, black hair spilled out over the pillow like an ebony curtain. Every thing was exactly as Owin had demanded.
She did her best to relax and be patient. There was no way to know how long she’d have to wait for Owin to come. Sometimes it was five minutes, sometimes it could be an hour.
The waiting was its own form of torture. Her body thrummed with anticipation at what he might do to her. Her nipples tightened and her core flooded as images of Owin’s mouth and hands on her body raced through her mind.
She loved him. Loved the games they played. Her utter submission to him was thrilling. It was a release that she craved and one that she wasn’t willing to live without. Only Owin had ever been able to claim her true submission and she was utterly devoted to him.
Outside of the bedroom she was Maurina Silver, Certified Public Accountant at one of the biggest global accounting firms in the world. She was one of the youngest executives in the firm and she ruled her division with an iron fist. She was fair and her employees enjoyed working for her, but she lived by one rule … encourage good behavior and punish bad behavior. That didn’t leave her many friends, but the competition was fierce and she couldn’t let her guard down for even an instant or else be run out on her ass so fast she wouldn’t know what hit her.
For years that attitude had followed her into the bedroom. She’d chosen men she could control. Ones who would do her bidding and let her walk all over them. It had been as satisfying as drinking flat soda. There’d been no life to the sex, no thrill or excitement.
Her dominance over her lovers had dissatisfied her and left her restless. She hated having to spell out everything she wanted. She despised them for seeking her approval rather than just taking her body and demanding her compliance. None had lasted very long. That had changed when she’d met Owin.
His looks had first attracted her attention. He was tall, six feet to her five, but lean with an athletically muscled body. His hair was a rich, velvety brown and close cropped. His lips were full and set off even, white teeth. His blue eyes were unusually dark, more midnight than azure and when he smiled, his eyes smiled too. They were his best feature.
He’d attended her company’s tenth anniversary celebration with his sister who worked in the Marketing division. He’d been laughing and joking with her and a few of the other Marketing employees when she’d walked up to the refreshment table next to them.
He’d spotted her and excused himself to come and speak to her. By then, she’d overheard enough of their conversation to know that he was a software developer and apparently a PlayStation junkie. In other words, he was a big kid and a computer geek. No, thank you. He was gorgeous, but she had enough geeks to deal with in her work.
When he’d introduced himself and suggested they go out for coffee she’d blown him off, been slightly rude actually, but he shocked her by telling her he wasn’t asking, he was telling her when and where to show up.
She’d just stared at him dumbfounded, both by being given an order and by her body’s reaction to it. The thong she wore was soaked and her nipples had hardened under the thin silk of her evening dress.
Before she’d been able to recover he’d stepped closer, leaned in and said, “I can see you’re used to giving orders, but somehow I don’t think that pleases you. I think you need someone to command you.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she’d sputtered.
“Oh, I think I do,” he’d smiled, shifted to position himself slightly in front of her and reached between them to lightly touch one distended tip. “I bet you’re wet too.”
Maurina had jerked back from him hard enough to lose her balance. She’d never been so completely unnerved by a man.
He’d grabbed her arm to steady her and before she could say anything else, he’d smiled and said before walking off and leaving, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t be late. I’ll be very disappointed if you are.”
She’d been both furious and so aroused she’d barely been able to make it to the car before she’d brought herself to a screaming orgasm.
She’d argued with herself, convinced herself that she was crazy, but she’d arrived at Starbucks the next day precisely at 1 o’clock in the afternoon just as he’d instructed.
He had been pleased and her reward had been one of the most sensuous and raw sexual experiences of her life. That had been a year ago. During that time he’d mastered both her body and her heart. Owin had done things to her that she’d never have admitted desiring to anyone else.
It was more than his sexual dominance that captured her. It was his devotion to her and their relationship. He may be the master of her body, but she was his partner in all other things and she flourished within their relationship. Her life was complete in ways it never had been before and she was content.
In fact, today was the anniversary of the night they’d met, which was why she was now laid out like a pagan sacrifice awaiting her master on the bed at the Monaco hotel downtown. Owin had planned something special, but he hadn’t been willing to share the details. He’d only promised her that she’d be pleased.
The suite was luxurious with a sitting area, a large, wall-mounted flat screen TV and, dominating the room, a plush, king-sized, bed. The coverlet was suede and felt like velvet under her sensitized skin. It was fluffy and soft and cocooned around her, wrapping her in its softness and lulling her into sleep as she waited.
Maurina awoke to warm, wet heat enveloping her nipple. A velvet tongue rasped around the tip leaving a trail of dampness in its wake. Her nipple tightened under his ministrations.
Warm fingers toyed with her other nipple. Tugging gently and then squeezing hard, just to the point of pain. Maurina gasped as pleasure spiked from her nipples to her pelvis. She grew instantly wet and arched into the moist heat surrounding her nipple.
She said nothing though. She wasn’t allowed to speak unless Owin gave her permission. That was part of the game. She must to submit to his will. Her body belonged to him completely to do with as he chose.
If she argued or disobeyed him, she was punished. Usually that meant a spanking, but sometimes it meant she wasn’t allowed to come and she hated that more than anything. So, she remained silent.
His mouth grew more urgent, sucking harder, biting at the tips and pulling each one over and over until her nipples were swollen and aching.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. She could feel the warmth of his body stretched out along her right side. He felt different though, smaller, leaner. Owin wasn’t a small man by any means, but he felt solid. Today he felt lighter, less substantial. She wasn’t sure what to make of that.
His hand left her breast and stroked down her belly stopping just short of her mound. His fingers played in the curls at the juncture of her thighs. Over and over he stroked, but he stayed to the edges of her nether lips and ignored the tight, aching bud underneath.
She squirmed and pressed her hips up. She wanted him to touch her fully, she hated to be teased.
“Eat her pussy,” Owin said in the darkness. His voice came from the left side of the bed. She hadn’t noticed with the pleasure overwhelming her senses, but the bed dipped slightly there.
Maurina froze. If Owin wasn’t the one touching her, who was?