Drawn to the Flames - The Trilogy - Volume Three

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3After breakfast, Zeke told her to dress. “Wear the cream-colored outfit. We’re going into the city today. Jeannie scheduled a session for you at the Purple Salon. They’ll give you a full body treatment and do your hair and nails. Need to have my slave girl looking her best tonight.”

“Oh? Are we going out?”

“We have a reservation at Chez Panache, in Berkeley.”

“Really? What a lovely surprise. People say you have to reserve months in advance for a Saturday. How did you manage it?”

“Jeannie managed it. We’re Hill Financial, right? Like the other captain says, ‘Feel the power!’”

That evening, Kate was radiant, exhilarated after the all-day facial and body treatments. She looked across the rear seat of the Jaguar at Zeke in his understated but very expensive grey cashmere suit. She had to pinch herself. There she sat, in a chauffeured Jaguar, next to a magnificently made, ruggedly good-looking, and easily the most sexually commanding man she’d ever known. She was dressed in a new deep magenta cocktail dress, her hair perfectly sculpted to draw the eye to her striking face. She wore the gold mesh bracelet given to her by the Major that awful night when he tried to buy her, and was carrying a new lattice-woven purple leather bag from the Bottega di Siena. But the accessory that she wore most proudly was the elegant gold-trimmed iron collar Zeke had given her moments earlier, as the car left Harry’s house, headed for the San Rafael-Richmond Bridge.

“No leash tonight, Master?” she’d asked.

“Sometimes, little one, the invisible bonds speak more eloquently than the ones made of chain links.”

Kate inched across the seat until she was pressing on Zeke’s thigh. “Would Master like an appetizer?” she asked coyly.

“I can wait, pet.” He smiled down at her. “Sometimes the waiting is more pleasurable than rushing forward.”

Kate giggled. “I was just thinking what a lucky slave I am to be here with such a beautiful Daddy. You remind your pet how wise you are, too. Sometimes a slave who misses her freedom needs to be reminded how little she had before she submitted to her Master.”

“Very good, little one! That’s from chapter seventeen in Your Master’s Voice, right? Good to see you finally taking those books to heart.”

The meal was magnificent, highlighted by a rack of lamb in spicy West African pepper sauce. Over the warm spinach salad, Zeke explained that Chef Kirsten’s father was Nigerian, while her mom was French, from the island of Martinique. “She’s gradually re-working the classic Chez Panache menu with new fusions of African, Caribbean, and French tastes. Lately she’s begun adding South American ideas, too.”

“Eclectic, then,” Kate observed. “Or, as my aunt used to say in the commune, mixed all the hell up.”

They chuckled.

“Did you enjoy your assignment in South America?” she ventured.

“I never went, Kathryn.”

“Oh, but I thought—”

“No, babygirl. I never went, as in ‘I never went.’ Understand?”

“Ah.” Oops, Kate thought. How to backtrack to safer ground? “Well,” she tried, smiling across at her temporary-but-I-wish-it-was-forever owner, “I never went, either. But if I ever do, I hope it will be with you.”

She was rewarded with a Zeke smile, and a squeeze of her fingers.

They were enjoying their coffee and Armagnac brandy when the chef came out to greet the special customers by name. When she stopped at their table she leaned down to take Zeke’s huge paw in her two hands, shaking his vigorously. Kate looked across at Zeke, as did the diners at the nearby tables. “So good to see you again, Captain,” she crooned, nodding pleasantly at Kate. “Your judgment on the lamb?”

“Perfection, Chef, as always.”

“I took your suggestion and added more cumin and fresh ginger,” the chef said. “If the taste is perfection, you’re at least partly responsible for it.”

Zeke held one of her hands and brushed the back of it with his lips.

“Please, darling man,” Kirsten sighed, “the kitchen is already too hot. Don’t make me faint.” She smiled at Kate and took her hand. “You are fortunate to have a Master who is one of the great unsung chefs, miss. But I’m sure you appreciate his cooking skills already. Tell me, lovely one? Would there be room in your cell for another occupant?” The other diners snickered as Kate reddened, delighted and shy and embarrassed and proud all at once. “Belonging to the captain,” Kirsten continued, “is a dream that has kept me going many a hard night of burned sauces and over-cooked sea bass.” She smiled and turned to continue her tour of the dining room.

Kate was beet-red from the attention, and especially Chef Kirsten’s allusions to, and apparent envy of, Kate’s enslavement. She perhaps was not aware that the nearby diners were even more ill-at-ease than her, as they pondered involuntarily what probably went on down in the cell where Kate was imprisoned.

As they left the restaurant, the Jaguar pulled up. Their driver jumped out but Zeke insisted on opening Kate’s door for her. “Wait, girl.” He reached into his suit pocket and produced her dark purple silk blindfold. Kate knew better than to protest. After he secured it and seated her, he walked back to the driver’s side of the car. Kate heard him tell the driver that he, Zeke, would drive. “Thank you for driving us over. Please take the gentleman’s car back to the house in the city.”

Kate began to panic. She heard the opposite rear door open, and felt the presence of a stranger as he climbed in.

“The gentleman will not speak, babygirl,” Zeke said. “Nor will he, or I, answer your questions. You’ll do as commanded, understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.” He put the car in gear. “Take off your clothes, little one. Let the man see how delicious you are.”

Kate complied without hesitation. She would not have protested, not after her last few nights of total domination by Zeke. And what did it matter? Since she couldn’t see the man she was being given to, she decided she may as well make this the best joy ride of his life. As she finished undressing, he reached for one of her discarded silk stockings and used it to tie her wrists behind her back. Only then did he pull her to him from behind so he could reach around her waist and finger her, while fondling her breasts with his other hand. She wondered if she should turn back to kiss him, but he decided for her by moving her hair aside so he could kiss her neck. He cupped her chin and turned her head back and kissed her lightly, then kissed her again, warmly, with passion. She lurched in his grasp since at the same moment his tongue entered her mouth, his fingers drove deep inside her, thrusting up, hunting her G-spot. He leaned close behind her, kissed the nape of her neck, and began to work her p***y with his other hand as the three powerful fingers moved in and out of her. “Shhh, witch,” he whispered in her ear, “I swore to your Master I would not say anything to you tonight, so we must be careful and be a secret. If you understand, suck your wetness from my fingers.” Kate licked and sucked his fingers lovingly.

“Please, Master,” she asked Zeke. “May I…” she paused, shyly turning her head away like a schoolgirl about to have her first taste of a grown man’s d**k.

“Say it girl!” Zeke demanded from the front seat.

“May I…worship his c**k, please?”

“Yes, slut. But make it last. We’re a long way from home.”

Kate leaned down to put her lips near his trouser fly. The man opened it for her and pulled out his p***s. Kate ran her tongue along it and realized with growing excitement it was roughly as large as Zeke’s. She wanted to grasp it with her hands but dared not ask for her wrists to be unbound. The man seemed to understand her desire, and held it up so she could work her lips around the head. He heaved a great sigh as she began to love it. He grasped her by her neck and moved slightly so she could kneel on the seat as she sucked him. He massaged her neck and shoulders as she worked her way down and up the shaft, slipping a hand under her and fingering her as she blew him.

At the house, Zeke opened the car door and gathered Kate up into his arms. The man opened the door into the house and trailed Zeke as he carried her inside. No one spoke. Zeke stopped by the cooking area, and handed Kate to the man, who held her as effortlessly as her training master had. Zeke loaded up on champagne and followed the man up the spiral staircase.

In Harry’s bedroom, the man took off his clothes and placed himself against the headboard. Zeke put Kate on her knees between his legs, and Kate resumed sucking the man as Zeke stripped.

Zeke got behind her on the massive bed and mounted her. Kate gagged as she realized she was going to be f****d as her mystery lover filled her mouth again.

When Zeke forced his big c**k deep inside her cunt, tormenting her c**t and p***y as he f****d her, Kate came almost immediately. She was rewarded with a spanking for coming without permission. Kate knew Zeke was wordlessly telling the stranger he could punish Kate as he wished. That made her determined to cry as if she was being tortured. Impressed, the man took her head in both hands and pulled it back down into his groin. Listening to her beg her training master to stop, he forced his d**k between her lips and f****d her mouth. Zeke meanwhile withdrew. Kate heard the door to Harry’s dressing room slide open. I few seconds later, Zeke lifted her ass up and his namesake Captain was roughly shoved up her cunt. The devil girl again, Kate thought. Who else could it be?

She felt a girl’s tongue working its way into her rectum, and then left off rimming her, so Zeke could lube her. He pushed the girl aside and forced the tip of his c**k inside her ass. Kate couldn’t cry out but she lurched against the silk stocking binding her wrists. That prompted the girl, if that’s who it was, to put on Kate’s restraints and chain her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Then she placed her head under Kate’s p***y so she could suck her c**t and control The Captain as the captain and his mystery friend ravaged her from above in tandem.