STORY EXCERPT

Torquil hadn’t seen Gemma for three days. Where in hell could she be? Usually, she came to the club almost every night. He paced the dungeon with a black frown on his face. Luckily, no poor sub got into trouble, or it would have been the worse for them! At the end of the evening, he approached Eric.

“I need some information. Maybe you can get it for me?” he asked.

“What do you need, Torquil?”

“Can you phone and find out if Gemma is all right?”

“When hell freezes over! Do you know what Emma would do if she found out I was phoning another woman?”

“I’ve no idea, she is your sub, isn’t she?” Torquil asked, puzzled.

“Man, you’ve a lot to learn! Sub she might be, but she’s all woman, and I’m her exclusive property. I want it to stay that way. I want to hang onto my balls, too!”

Torquil had to laugh at that.

“Give me Gemma’s phone number and address then!”

“I don’t usually give out personal information, but as it’s you, I will this one time.”

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The doorbell was ringing, and Gemma knew she’d have to get up and answer it, if she wanted the awful noise to stop. It was making her head throb. She got up and, using the walls for support, managed to get to the door. She opened it, and Master Torquil stood there. She was about to say, “Come in!” but her legs gave way, and she slid to the floor. When she came to her senses, she was lying in her bed, propped up on pillows. The covers were tucked up to her chin, and a delicious warmth was spreading from her frozen toes up her legs. She felt around, located her hot water bottle in its furry cat cover and pressed her feet to it. She felt she wasn’t alone. She looked across the room to the armchair and almost fell out of bed! Master Torquil! When had he got into her flat?

“You let me in, Gemma, then you passed out on the floor. You were frozen so I made you a hot water bottle! How do you feel now?” he asked.

“I’m a lot warmer, thank you, Master Torquil.”

“I’ll make you a cup of tea, unless you would prefer something else?” he suggested.

“I would love some hot Ribena, Master Torquil. Tea doesn’t taste of anything at the moment,” she answered.

Within a few minutes, she was holding a cup of the hot blackcurrant drink. It tasted so good.

“I wondered why you weren’t in the club. No one seemed to know anything.”

“Gloria and Master Llewellyn know, but I expect they don’t go to the club often now.”

“Llewellyn is there during the day to do the training sessions, but they seldom come in the evenings, now.”

She finished her drink, and she placed it on the bedside table. He stood up and took the cup, meaning to take it to the kitchen, but she took his hand in hers. It was now or never, she thought. I’d better have a go, or I may live to regret it. After all it wasn’t every day such a delicious man came to nurse her!

“Master Torquil, I…” She blushed and didn’t know how to carry on. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. He kept her hand in his and looked down at her.

“You’re ill, Gemma, you need your rest,” he said.

She could have kicked herself. Why had she tried to talk to him? He was just there out of concern. Suddenly it was all too much, and tears leaked out of her eyes. Even though she dashed them away with her other hand, he saw them.

“What is it, little one? Are you in pain?”

“No, just feeling down I expect. The flu can do that to you. I shall be fine, don’t worry.” She pinned a smile to her face. It seemed he saw through it.

“Won’t you tell me what it is that is troubling you?” he asked coaxingly.

“You!” She clapped her hand over her mouth and looked at him in consternation. How the devil had she said that out loud? She’d thought it, but never intended to say it.

“Well, now, that’s quite a thought. It’s good to hear, as you have been troubling me for longer than I care to admit.”

He sat down on her bed, and put his arm around her shoulders. He cuddled her close, and she clung to him. He was warm and strong, and he smelled of the same spicy cologne she couldn’t identify, but on him, it smelled extra good! He bent and kissed the top of her head, and she squirmed to get closer to him. She felt his arms tighten around her, and she purred in contentment. She’d wanted this for so long, but she had the flu and couldn’t expect him to fuck her in this state. She decided to take another risk, and allowed her hand to brush over the front of his jeans. The swelling in there told her he wasn’t indifferent. Her hand returned, and cupped his thick, erect cock through the denim, and he groaned.

“You’re going to get more than you want if you keep that up.” He growled.

“I don’t think so,” she answered flirtatiously. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time!”

ADULT EXCERPT

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

Gemma blushed a fiery red! Had he read her mind? He chuckled. “I was going to wait until you were really well, but I see you may have other ideas!” he said.

Oh, she had other ideas all right. She wanted him now! No waiting until she was better, she needed him inside her. He took her back to the bed and laid her down on the bottom sheet, removing the top covers. He looked at her lying there. Jane had chosen a really sexy nightie for her. It was black satin trimmed with wide gold lace. The bodice was tight to her breasts and very revealing. The gold lace trim on the bodice became the straps and the back, he’d seen, was slit almost to her bottom and edged with the gold lace. A tiny bow of black satin ribbon across her back held the whole in place. It made a superb contrast with her alabaster skin. Jane knew what she was doing all right. He peeled off her nightie, and left her lying there for a moment. He stepped back to look, and her face heated as he did the licking of the lips for which he was so famous. He stripped off his T-shirt to reveal the broad expanse of his chest. It was beautifully muscled and tattooed with just a sprinkle of hair. His jeans were tight fitting, and as he undid the belt and buttons Gemma licked lips, suddenly gone dry. He pushed the jeans down to reveal tight, white, knitted boxers, clinging to heavily muscled thighs. He pushed his jeans all the way down to his ankles, and stepped out of them. He folded them neatly and placed them on a chair.What is it with these Doms? Why can’t they just throw their clothes on the floor like a normal man?

Maybe he was increasing the tension by making her wait. She was certainly enjoying the show, but if he didn’t get a bloody move on, she was going to get up off the bed and grab him! He turned to her and slipped off his boxers, not without difficulty as they clung to his broad thighs. His huge, thick cock was revealed. It bobbed from a nest of curly, dark hair at his groin and almost reached his waist. His cock had a deep purple head, already leaking pre-cum. The thick veins on the side pulsed and throbbed. “I’m well enough to take it hard and fast, Master Torquil. Please fuck me!” she protested.

It did her no good, as she might have expected, had she thought about it. Thought was far from her, however. He lowered himself to his elbows over her, framed her face with his hands, and silenced her protests with his mouth. He didn’t have to demand entrance. She opened for him, and he accepted her invitation. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth. She met him with equal ardour, sucking on his tongue, nipping it gently, until he growled, then letting go. Their tongues tangled as he stroked hers, then he sucked it into his mouth. Nothing loth, she accepted his invitation, and explored his mouth in her turn. His taste was all she remembered, delicious, minty, spicy. He withdrew from the kiss, and dropped delicate, butterfly kisses on her eyelids, her nose, her chin, all the while murmuring.

“Gemma, my sweet, Gemma. I’ve so longed for this day! I’m going to love you like you’ve never been loved before!”

“Please, Master Torquil, fuck me now!” Gemma pleaded.

“All in good time, little one. It will be all the sweeter, if you wait patiently.”

“But I’ve waited patiently, for far too long!” she countered.

He chuckled and tickled her ribs, making her giggle. I might as well just go with the flow, Gemma thought. She began to writhe and moan as he turned his attentions to her breasts.

“You have the most perfect breasts. I love the way they fit into my hands.”

He took one in each hand and kneaded her aching breasts, then he flicked the nipples with his fingers, and she moaned, pushing her breasts into his hands.

“Slowly, little one, remember?” His soft, seductive voice, totally unlike the one he used in the club, was like music to her ears. All the erotic talking books she’d listened to came back into her mind. His was the voice she preferred above all others, and she owned almost all he’d ever recorded. Now she had the real man, on top of her, loving her. It was an added dimension to the pleasure. His hot mouth claimed one of her breasts. He took the nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue backward and forward over it. She cried out in her pleasure, and he continued to flick his tongue until she clutched his head, desperately trying to get she knew not what. Then he turned his attentions to the other breast, and gave her the same loving there. She was so hot, she couldn’t breathe. She wanted him inside her, now!

“Master Torquil, please, I need you inside me! Please fuck me now, please, Master Torquil.”

She begged and pleaded as he pleasured her breast, but he wasn’t to be hurried. He’d said slow and gentle, and that was how it was going to be, she could see that. His mouth left her breast, and she whined a protest. He licked, nibbled, and kissed his way down toward her pussy. How could one man spend so bloody long in her navel? When was he getting to where she needed him?

He slid down the bed. His fingers opened her swollen, puffy folds. He licked all the way up her slit and murmured his appreciation.

“You taste so good. I have so longed to taste your cream, my little love.”

Gemma heard what he said but couldn’t process it. She had her head pressed back in the pillows and was thrashing it from side to side. He licked her again and again, then settled to flick his tongue over her clit, finally suckling it into his mouth as he penetrated her with his long, thick fingers.