Drawn to the Flames - The Trilogy - Volume Three

5

5Sunday at midday, Harry called Kate from Los Angeles. She saw her phone next to her on the bed where Les had left her to sleep. “We’ll be in the air in a few minutes. On the ground there in forty-five, but I’ll need to stop by the office on the way to the penthouse for a couple of hours or so, babygirl.”

“Your office is open Sundays?” she asked.

“Baby, the Asian markets open Sunday afternoon our time, right?”

Kate wasn’t happy, but in her trade, she’d worked every other Sunday selling houses for years, so she refused to let it aggravate her.

“Have you been a good girl for Les, little one?”

Kate colored. “He’s been busy all morning installing the systems updates, Master.”

Harry laughed softly. “With you serving him coffee dressed in your house uniform? That’s discipline. But don’t fret little concubine. I’m sure he’ll give you a chance to show what a good slave you’re turning out to be. Then he’ll take you to the penthouse and Zeke should be there to keep you company while I finish up in the office. We won’t be going out, sweetheart. Zeke and I will cook. So, casual is in order. I’d like it if you wore those cute nothing shorts and that chopped-off tank you had on at the house last Sunday. I get hot just thinking of you in that outfit.” He paused, lowering his voice. “Meaning you’ll wear nothing at all underneath, understood, little one? And you’ll be nude in the apartment, naturally, so the less you wear, the faster Zeke can undress you. But you needn’t bring anything to wear to work on Monday, since we’ll get you home late tonight. I need to fly up to Seattle early on Monday. It’s my last chance to nail down the folks up there before the new funds close.”

“I understand, darling,” Kate said, risking the word she so wanted to say to him.

Her mouth had gone dry at the mention of being undressed by Zeke. Even after the past few days, the memory of the electricity whenever his hands were on her stopped her heart.

“Did you hear me, girl?”

“Yes, Master,” Kate whispered, picturing herself in Sasha’s tattered old minimal beach shorts as Zeke began to pull them off her hips, and said nothing.

“Are we good, babygirl?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s my pet. Just remember to obey Les without hesitation. Make us proud.”

Seeing on the house alerts display that she was awake, Les completed the last patches to Harry’s trading system and came upstairs.After he released her restraints, he carried her to the bathroom and put her on her feet. He told her to sit, and she realized he was going to stay with her as she urinated. God! It was one thing to pee on command for an elderly old fart, but to be watched by a man eight years her junior, a man who had the approval of Harry to do anything he wanted with her, well, that was different. But Les was entirely business-like, ordering her to pee so they could get started with her workout. Kate swallowed hard and complied. As the feeling of relief washed over her, she decided it wasn’t so humiliating. Maybe even a little exciting to have him watch her. But then he asked if she needed to go. Beet red, she shook her head. Only to be helped up so he could put her on the bidet and then make her stand there like a child so he could wipe her p***y and thighs dry, afterward.

Down in Harry’s enormous basement workout room and spa, he allowed her to put on a sports bra and ran with her on the treadmills. When they’d worked up a sweat, he put her on one of the tandem of rowing machines. He sat on the mate and made sure she knew how to use the controls. Then he had her remove her bra. Kate was wide awake, now. As they rowed, she made her decision.

“Sir?” she asked.

“I’m not ‘sir’ to you, Miss Kathryn,” he said. “I’m Les, when the others are not around.”

“But you can give me orders,” she reminded him.

“Yes, but that would be too weird.”

Kate gave him a rueful smile. “Because I’m so much older?”

“Oh! No ma’am! It’s not that!” He stopped rowing, and looked across at her. “Miss Kathryn, you’re one of the most desirable women I ever met.” For a MILF, Kate thought. But to say so would have been to insult the sincere warmth in his eyes as he looked at her. “Any man would fight to have you in his bed. It’s you,” he added shyly, “who should be giving me orders, miss.”

“Ah, well in that case do you think you could row while I hold onto you?”

“Ma’am?”

Kate got up, and stepped to his machine. “Stand up, darling.” She winked. “That’s an order.”

Les stood. “Miss?”

“Just stand there, sweetheart.”

She reached down and slipped his workout shorts off his hips. “Miss, um…” he mumbled, looking up at the hidden cameras in the vast room. “Quiet, Les, baby,” she cooed, reaching for the hem of his briefs. “We need to get the rest off before we can do the exercise I want.” In a trice, he was as naked as she was. And, even without having him inside her yet, Kate was rewarded: he had the long, intimidating African d**k that filled and dominated roughly three hundred million female fantasies every night somewhere in the world. She looked up at him, and pulled his face down to kiss him. “Now, baby,” she whispered, “Sit down on the machine again.”

Once he was positioned, she lifted her left leg and straddled his thighs as he looked up at her, transfixed.

“I’ve exercised enough, darling,” she said as she lowered herself on his outstretched knees. But I think you can go forever.” She leaned down and kissed his half erect member.

“Miss Kathryn…”

“Shhh, beautiful man. You took care of me so sweetly. Let me do the same.”

As she sucked to made him hard, he reached to hold her in place over the narrow machine. In a moment he was at full strength, and she centered herself over the bulbous tip.

“Pull me down on it, lover,” she whispered. Les swallowed hard, looking fretfully again at the spying camera eyes all over the room, but did as she commanded. She settled on him and leaned forward to kiss him again, this time with serious intent. “Now, my love, f**k your cougar kitty as hard and as fast and as far as this thing will go.”

The feel of him inside her as he rowed and her movements as she rode him worked in concert perfectly. When Kate felt herself nearing orgasm, she got up to switch to a reverse cowgirl. That position worked even better. He could spank her between pulls on the oars, and could look at her perfect ass cheeks, twisting appealingly as she worked her p***y and cunt on his monster c**k every time he pulled them backwards.

After she came, she begged him to fill her but he took control again, picking her up and laying her face down on the OrgazzMaster massage table and used his hands to open her legs. He put one of the large firm s*x cushions under her belly. Kate wanted to urge him to hurry, but didn’t. Let him conquer, she recalled from the first D/s guidebook Zeke had given her.

Finally he was up on the massage platform, lifting her hips. When she felt his tongue on her lower labia, Kate lurched. “Give me your c**k, baby, please!” she screamed.

“Only when you show me what a nasty girl you are, little one. Reach back underneath and touch yourself. As she did he grabbed her hand and forced her to play with her c**t. He leaned forward to lick her rectum and then worked the tip of his tongue inside her anus. Few men volunteered to do this, and most could be forgiven for doing it badly, since they had no clue what they were about. But Les Bates had been to school. As he rimmed her he continued to use Kate’s hand as a c**t teaser toy, and then entered her with three powerful fingers of his other hand. Thrusting, licking, tormenting her p***y until it was unbearable, and in just moments, she came again with such force as to nearly knock poor Les off the end of the platform. Her reward was to be pinned down hard over the cushion while his huge rod drove into her full bore. A few minutes more and both went off together like a great fireball in the night sky.

As it neared five p.m., Kate decided she’d look ridiculous getting out of the back of a Jaguar town car dressed in her low-rise short shorts and the cut-off spaghetti strap tank top she borrowed from Sasha whenever she wanted to wow the young men at the supermarket. She put the shorts and tank top in her bag in case Harry insisted on seeing her in them, and opted instead for another borrowed Sasha staple, a cute sundress that was only about twelve years too young for Kate.

“You’re looking beautiful, Miss Kathryn, as usual,” Les said as he held the rear door open for her.

“Thank you, Les, but I look like a wayward teenager,” Kate said.

He grinned. “Yes. Sasha’s?”

Kate nodded uncomfortably. “Well, I’m sure it’s cute on her. But please take it off. You won’t need any clothing while you’re with me today.”

Kate blanched. “Ahh…”

“Now, miss. You know now you have to be naked unless you’re allowed to dress. And we know you love being naked for us. Nothing more need be said, understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Kate said nervously. “It’s Sir, now, yes?”

“Yes, miss.”

“But not upstairs, in the tub? And before that, the way you used me on the massage table? I swear if you ordered me to get on my knees right now I’d beg to be under you like that again.”

“Please, Miss Kathryn. That was our world. Our private world. We’re in Master Harry’s world, now. We’re on company time again, miss. Meaning company rules.”

She swallowed whatever reservations she may have had and obeyed, taking off her dress.

“That’s a good girl,” Les said, placing her collar around her neck. She steadied herself so he could put on her wrist and ankle cuffs. He reached for her leash.

“It would feel strange being alone back here. Would Mr. Hill object to my riding with you in front?”

“No, miss, if that’s what you wish.”

“Is it what you’d wish, sweetheart? I mean, Sir?”

He grinned. Then he looked around furtively for any cameras Miguel might have installed in the garage. He leaned down, took her in his arms, pressed her back against the car, and kissed her deeply. As she gasped for air, he put two big fingers inside her and kissed her again. Finally he released her. “What I wish,” he said softly, “is to take you back upstairs and chain you to Master Harry’s bed and f**k you all night long.”

As the Jaguar roared down Highway 101, Kate calmed herself, knowing he was right. She was still wet from Les’s intensely romantic kiss, but now it was time to get ready for Harry, and presumably Zeke, too, and whatever “training” tortures they had in mind for her at Harry’s San Francisco mysterious penthouse. She’d never been invited to see it, and was excited at the prospect. But it was hard, as she thought back to the way Les had bathed her so tenderly up in the master suite’s royal-sized tub. To be made to stand before him naked that way, her arms raised, and be washed like a young captive princess by the powerful young warrior king who’d claimed her after the great battle that had sealed their fate. Being scrubbed clean so lovingly before her new Master carried her to his bed and r***d her… The vision sent trembling spasms down to her groin as she remembered the feel of his soapy hands all over her body. Coming for him as he washed her p***y forever. More than anything she wanted to reach for his right hand and place it between her legs.

Did Kate feel guilty about seducing the young man Harry had designated as Sasha’s protector? Not that it was any true seduction, mind. Harry and Zeke had given her to Les, and she was obligated to service him. Forced, she persuaded herself, more or less, to be on his lap, facing him as he sat in the deep tub, washing her hair as she leaned forward to kiss him. Forced to open herself and feel his beautiful big soapy d**k invade her so agonizingly slowly, as he began to f**k her there in the warm water. Forced to kneel on the waterproof cushion in the bottom of the tub and grab the rings set into the walls so he could bend her forward in the deep soapy water and spread her legs for him as he mounted her, just as that ancient young warrior king would have done.

Guilty? For wanting such a gorgeous young lover to take her and make her his harem slave? In fact, Kate thought, she was doing her daughter a favor. No way Sash could handle an Adonis like Les Bates. She’d need more experience. For Sasha, heaven could wait.