Erotic Weekend (2 page)

Derrick’s smile was absolutely carnal as he
slowly released his hold on Andi. She found that she could breathe again, but
her heart was still racing like crazy.

“Um, where do we start?” If she was going
to do this, she was going to do it right.

He rubbed his hands up and down her bare
arms and goose bumps roughened her skin. “Jamie will prepare you for me.”

“Jamie?” Andi took her hands away from
Derrick’s chest. “Aren’t you—I—”

He gestured behind her and Andi turned and
gaped at the sight of a plump and pretty redhead. The woman wore a tight red
bustier with her ample breasts practically spilling from it. A short and snug
red leather skirt molded her thighs, barely covering her mound, and she wore a
pair of red high-heeled boots. But what grabbed Andi’s attention was the red
leather studded collar around her neck—and the leash loop attached to it.

“Master Derrick.” Jamie gave him a deep
nod, snapping Andi’s attention back to him.

“Please take Andi and ready her for me.”
His gaze locked with Andi’s and she gulped down a sudden rush of trepidation.
“Put her into something tight and black that shows off her assets even better
than what she’s wearing.” He reached up to trail his finger along Andi’s jaw to
her lips, never taking his gaze from hers. “But leave the heels.”

Andi trembled, feeling aroused, excited,
and frightened all at once. What had she gotten herself into?

Jamie bowed her head. “Yes, Master
Derrick.”

Derrick leaned over and murmured something
to the redhead, then turned and strode away, leaving Andi alone with Jamie.

Andi watched him walk across the room,
pushing his way through the crowd.

On second thought…

She took a step forward, feeling the sudden
need to follow him. She had to tell him she’d changed her mind. She couldn’t go
through with this.

But Jamie reached out and took Andi by the
hand. “Derrick is a good Master. You’ll enjoy this weekend.”

At that Andi’s attention swung back to
Jamie, a strange sense of jealousy surging through her at the thought of this
woman being with Derrick. “Were you—are you—having a relationship with
Derrick?”

Jamie laughed. “No. I have served only
Master John for nine years. But you know how it is.” She lowered her voice.
“All the slaves talk. Derrick’s got a reputation as a strict but fair Dom.”

A sense of the surreal made Andi’s head
spin. This was a lifestyle for Derrick, not just a weekend thing?

“Let’s get you ready.” Jamie tugged at
Andi’s hand, escorting her around the corner from the bar, down a long, richly
paneled hallway. The entire place was gorgeous, at least what she’d seen of it
so far.

Andi allowed Jamie to lead her, not knowing
what to say or do.
Crap, oh crap, oh crap. I don’t know if I can do this.

But she’d already told herself that she was
going to go through with it. Too late to back out now.

Never letting go of Andi’s hand, Jamie
brought them to a stop in front of a huge mahogany door and rapped on it with
her knuckles. When no one answered, Jamie ventured in with Andi in tow.

The door slammed shut behind them with a
solid thunk. Andi’s gaze took in a room that was as tastefully done as the
lounge. It was a mixture of mahogany furnishings and walls and furniture with
cushions and drapes done in royal blue and slate gray. It smelled of almonds
and vanilla, and again Andi’s stomach growled.

In the center of the room crouched three
massage tables upholstered in deep blue leather. Along one wall stood three
stalls with drapes in royal blue, and next to them a door opened into a large
walk-in closet filled with clothing packed too tightly together to see exactly
what was in there. Leather, spandex, and that shiny black latex stuff, were
about all she could define. Along another wall were mahogany cabinets and
shelves holding a variety of bottles, containers, and strange-looking devices.

Mirrors covered the other two walls and
Andi’s reflection stared back at her. A too-thin woman with small breasts, big
brown eyes, and black hair in a wild mass around a pale face.

The redhead swept her hand out to encompass
the room. “This is where new slaves are prepared for their Masters.”

Andi jerked her attention from the room to
Jamie. “Slave? I’m going to be a sub for the weekend, not a slave.”

The woman laughed and pointed toward one of
the curtained stalls. “Pick a changing room. Strip out of your clothing and put
it into one of the bags. We’ll have it sent to your room.”

Andi could only stare at the woman, her
heart beating faster than ever.

Jamie patted one of the massage tables.
“When you’re ready, lie down. You may wrap a towel around yourself if you
wish.”

You bet I do.
“Is this all necessary?” Andi found herself twirling one of her
fingers in a lock of her hair, something she hadn’t done since she was a little
girl.

“Sweetie, you’re going to love it.” Jamie
took her by the arm and led her to the closest stall. “Just relax and turn over
control. Stop worrying, and start enjoying.”

Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.
God, the thought of turning over control seemed almost uplifting.
She could do this. Right.

Andi slipped behind the heavy velvet
curtain and into the dressing room. When she finished undressing, she shoved
her clothing and heels into one of the fine cloth bags then wrapped a thick
blue towel around her body.

When she reentered the room, Jamie stood
before the shelves, her back to Andi. “Go ahead and lie down, sweetie.”

Andi held the towel tight around her as she
climbed up onto one of the leather tables, face down.

“Jasmine.” Jamie returned, carrying a
bottle filled with golden oil. “Master Derrick insisted.”

Andi frowned as Jamie poured some of the
liquid into her hand and set the bottle down. Andi hadn’t heard him say any
such thing, although he
had
whispered to Jamie. It was a scent she
loved, that she always wore, so she wasn’t going to argue.

The air filled with jasmine perfume as
Jamie rubbed the oil between her hands, then began massaging Andi’s back with
an experienced touch.

Andi couldn’t help it. She groaned at the
sensation of the woman working the oil into her body and relaxing the tension
from her muscles. As Jamie worked, she pushed the towel down as she went, until
Andi was naked. “Hey—” Andi started.

But Jamie said in a no-nonsense voice,
“Best get used to baring yourself, sweetie.”

Andi gulped. “Okayyyy…”

While she massaged Andi’s backside, Jamie
explained the rules. “When you are in the same room as your Master, you must
keep your hands behind your back, your stance wide, and your gaze lowered.”

Andi buried her face in her arms as Jamie
rattled off more “rules.” Oh, Andi had done her research on the internet before
coming to the Club, but the thought of actually going through with all
this—with Derrick, no less—was scaring the hell out of her. This was no
investment deal, nothing she was in control of.

As far as this weekend was concerned, she
truly was going to be Derrick’s slave.

Andi focused on the massage, trying not to
tense up when Jamie kneaded her buttocks, then her upper thighs, nearing her
folds. To her surprise, the intimate contact made Andi’s pussy ache. When Jamie
had her turn over, it was even worse. Jamie’s hands were skilled, professional,
but as she worked over Andi’s breasts, belly, and upper thighs Andi thought
she’d scream if she didn’t have an orgasm.

She was relieved when Jamie finally
finished the sensual massage. She would have been mortified if she had
climaxed.

Boneless, Andi slid off the table with
Jamie’s help. She was entirely naked, but right now she didn’t care. She felt
too good, too relaxed.

“I have just the thing for you to wear for
Master Derrick.” Jamie bustled to the closet and rummaged through it. When she
returned, she was carrying a little black leather outfit that didn’t look like
it would cover much of anything.

It didn’t. When Andi finally squeezed into
the tight outfit, she stared at herself in the mirror, wide-eyed. The black
leather corset tied below her breasts, thrusting the small globes up and
together so that she actually had cleavage. It made her breasts look like they
were on a serving platter. The top of the corset barely covered her nipples, a
hint of her pink areolas peeking above the black leather.

The skirt wasn’t much better, barely hiding
the curls of her mound and her ass cheeks. There was no underwear.

“This can’t be all of it,” she said through
the curtained changing booth.

“Let’s see,” came Jamie’s pleasant voice
from outside the booth. “But don’t forget the heels.”

“Heels. Right,” Andi muttered as she rifled
through the clothing bag and pulled out the four-inch black stilettos. She took
another look in the full-length mirror. Her nipples rose up so hard and taut
they could be seen pressing against the soft leather. The areolas puckered
around the diamond-hard nubs that were barely concealed. Her cheeks were no
longer pale, but flushed with either excitement or embarrassment—probably
both—and her eyes were big, the irises a deep chocolate brown. Her hair hung in
dark waves over her shoulders, and she arranged it so that it spilled over her
breasts, covering up what had been peeking out.

Damn, she looked hot. Talk about a sex
kitten. Everything about how she was dressed and how she looked screamed,
fuck
me, I’m yours
!

Her cheeks burned at the thought of Derrick
seeing her like this. Maybe he’d take her right then and there and relieve the
ache between her thighs.

“Come on out, sweetie.” Jamie sounded a
trifle impatient. “Your Master is waiting.”

Andi shivered.
Master.

When she pushed aside the stall’s curtain
and stepped out into the room, her entire body burned. “There has got to be a
wrap or something for this thing. I can’t walk out there like this.”

“It’s perfect. Only one more thing.” Jamie
turned and rummaged in a cabinet, and then brought out a long strip of
silver-studded black leather. “This should do.”

Andi gulped when she saw that it was a
collar, much like the one Jamie was wearing. It even had the loop to snap a
leash to. “You are
not
going to put that thing on me.”

Jamie sighed, her green eyes flashing with
impatience. “Perhaps Master Derrick would prefer to do it himself. Some of the
Doms do, you know.”

Andi didn’t know any such thing, but she’d
wait and argue the point with Derrick.

Jamie escorted Andi from the room, down to
another hallway, to a common room filled with couples dressed much like her.
Andi tried not to look as Jamie led her up a sweeping staircase to the second
floor. The entire way Andi trembled, and every time they passed anyone, she
flushed with heat. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that both men and
women gave her appreciative glances as they passed. But Andi kept her head up
and tried not to meet anyone’s eyes.

They passed numerous doors as Jamie led her
forward. Everything was done beautifully in mahogany and forest green, and the
carpet was paisley, done in the same deep green as well as burgundy.

They came to the end of another corridor,
this one taking up an entire corner with a set of double doors, obviously a
suite. Jamie knocked on the immense mahogany doors, and Andi held her breath.

The moment Derrick heard the knock at the
door his gut tightened. He had bided his time, waiting for his opportunity with
Andi. At the investment corporation she was always so cool and
aloof—untouchable. But now he was going to do more than touch. His cock
strained against his leather pants, and he wondered how long he was going to
last before he had to take her.

No, he was going to make her wait as long
as possible.

With slow, even strides, he walked toward
the door of the spacious suite, knowing that every moment of anticipation would
heighten Andi’s nervousness and desire. It was going to take all his strength
not to fuck her the moment he saw her.

He didn’t realize how true that thought was
until he swung the door open and saw Andi standing in the hallway, her chin
raised and her eyes flashing with the spunk and fire he had always admired in
her.

Yes, this weekend was going to be
interesting, to say the least.

“Master Derrick, her collar.” Jamie handed
it to him then bowed her head. “If you have nothing further…”

He waved her off, unable to take his gaze
from Andi. “Thank you, Jamie.”

The slave strolled away, leaving Andi and
Derrick alone. Clenching the collar in his fist, he took a moment to drink in
the sight of her, letting her nervousness build as he appreciated every damn
inch of her. Jamie had picked out the perfect outfit, the tight leather skirt,
so short it revealed Andi’s mile-long legs, and the corset pushed up her
luscious breasts in a way that made his fingers itch to touch them.

Derrick took Andi’s hand and drew her into
the room. Her fingers trembled in his grasp despite the composed and haughty
expression on her face.

Oh yes, he was going to enjoy teaching her
to submit.

When they were alone in the room, Derrick
said, “I’m certain Jamie taught you the rules. You’ve simply chosen to ignore
the first.”

Andi bit her lip and he could see the war
within her. A take-charge woman giving over control to a dominant man—she was
obviously going to need to be taught a lesson. Likely several.

Inwardly he smiled at the thought.

When Andi didn’t answer immediately, he
said, “Is a second punishment in order?”

After a brief flare of defiance in her
brown eyes, Andi lowered her gaze and bowed her head. “No…Master.” She widened
her stance and put her hands behind her back.

He slowly walked around Andi, trailing the
leather collar over her shoulders and her back, admiring every beautiful inch
of his woman. She smelled of jasmine oil and the rich scent of her desire.

He stopped behind her and skimmed the
collar along the inside of one thigh, up and under the skirt toward her mound.
Andi made a small gasp, but to her credit did not move. His hand slowly
traveled up to her folds where he cupped her pussy, pressing the leather
against her softness. He slid one finger into her silky heat and she shuddered.

“You are ready for me.” He stroked her clit
and Andi let out a small groan as more of her moisture coated his hand. “Would
you like me to make you come now?”

Andi’s voice was low and breathless when
she responded, “Yes.”

“Yes…what?”

“Yes, Master.”

He paused for a moment, letting the
anticipation build. “No, I don’t think you’ve earned that.” He slipped his
fingers from her folds and brought his hand to his nose to drink in her heady
scent. His cock twitched. Damn, at this rate,
he
wasn’t going to last
long.

When he finished circling Andi, and stood
in front of her again, he said, “Raise your head.”

Andi obeyed and thrust her breasts out so
that they were displayed in a most tantalizing way. But still, her long dark
hair obscured his view.

Desire seared Andi’s veins as Derrick
pushed her hair behind her shoulders. Her pussy still tingled from where he had
stroked it, and she was just dying for an orgasm.

He looked so damn good in a black
sleeveless T-shirt and tight leather pants that molded his athletic thighs. He
smelled good, too. Of spicy aftershave and male musk.

After he pushed back her hair, Derrick used
the black collar to trace the top of the corset, over each breast, stroking the
dark pink of her areola that peeked above the material. He hooked one finger at
the middle of the corset and Andi gasped as he tugged and her breasts popped
free.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, rubbing the
collar from one taut nipple to the other. He lowered his head and flicked his
tongue over each pebble-hard nub. Andi couldn’t help the soft moan that spilled
through her lips at the contact.

A knock came at the door and Derrick raised
his head. His gaze locked with hers for one long moment. “Don’t move,” he
commanded and turned on his heel.

Andi brought her hands in front of her and
started to tug the corset up and over her breasts before he opened the door.
Derrick glanced at her when his hand rested on the door handle.

“I told you to not move.” He gave her a
firm look as he stuffed the collar into a pocket of his leather pants. “You
have earned your second punishment.”

“But—”

“Do you wish to earn a third?” His gaze
narrowed. “Don’t speak until spoken to, and put your hands behind your back and
keep your stance wide. Leave the corset under your breasts so that I can view
them whenever I’d like to.”

Andi thought about arguing, but wasn’t too
sure what he had in mind for her punishments. She decided to obey and put her
hands behind her back and tilted her chin even higher.

When Derrick opened the door, he let in
three men carrying domed platters. Andi thought she was going to die of
embarrassment, standing there with her naked breasts on display. A swirl of air
came in from the hall, brushing over her nipples, making them ache even more.

To her relief, the waiters didn’t even look
at her. They busied themselves with setting down the trays, lifting domes, and
arranging food upon the large mahogany table at one end of the room.

Andi’s stomach growled even louder this
time as she caught the rich smells of lobster, shrimp, grilled salmon, clam
chowder, and fresh baked bread.

To get her mind off food, and off her naked
breasts, she gazed at her surroundings. It was an absolutely amazing suite with
its richly polished mahogany furnishings and the cushions done in cranberry
velvet. Vases of fresh flowers graced the tables, in what must be the sitting
room. Andi caught the perfume of roses, orchids, and lilies mixed with the
scent of lemon oil.

To the far end of the room was another set
of double doors, and Andi imagined it led to the bedroom. Just the thought of
going into the bedroom with Derrick sent more thrills through her pussy. God,
was she really going to fuck her fellow VP?

When the men finally left with their empty
platters and trays, the door slammed shut behind them. Derrick moved to Andi,
his movements as lithe and graceful as a panther. She had never seen him in
anything but his expensively tailored business suits, and she couldn’t believe
he looked even hotter in just a sleeveless T-shirt and those leather pants and
black boots.

He paused at a wardrobe with two drawers
beneath it, and a pair of doors that swung open when he grabbed the handles.
Several shelves lined the right side of the wardrobe, an assortment of items
littering each shelf. On the left side, a few outfits hung—very sexy-looking
outfits from what she could tell.

When Derrick closed the wardrobe, he had a
tube in one hand and something that looked like a black leather belt with a
dildo and a butt plug on it…

Oh, shit.

Andi swallowed, hard. Her eyes widened the
closer he came. “Uh, you’re not—”

“Andi…” He frowned. “You know you are not
allowed to speak without permission.”

She swallowed again. “Yes, Master.”

He stood before her and stroked hair from
her face. “And no, you don’t have permission.” He knelt before her and pressed
the inside of one of her knees. “Spread your legs wider.”

Andi obeyed, half-afraid and half-excited
about what she knew he was about to do.

“This is your first punishment.” He used
the gel from the tube and lubed the butt plug so that it glistened in the
room’s soft lighting. He pushed up her skirt, grabbed one of her ass cheeks
with one hand. “You’ll wear this belt until I allow you to remove it.”

Andi held her breath as he placed the head
of the plug at the puckered flesh of her anus. Slowly he entered her, gently
pushing the plug up her ass, filling her deep. She had to bite her lip to keep
from moaning with pleasure.

He leaned forward and sniffed the soft
curls of her mound. His tongue darted out, snaking along her slit, and more
moisture flooded her pussy as a thrill curled through her belly.

“You’re so hot and wet for me.” His voice
held a note of satisfaction.

Yeah, definitely no need to lube the dildo.

Derrick thrust the rubber cock into her
channel and Andi gasped at the sudden intrusion. She almost moved her hands
from behind her back to brace herself against his shoulders, but managed to
catch herself in time.

He fastened the leather harness around her
waist that kept the dildo and the plug tight in her holes. She’d never felt
anything like it in her life, and she thought she’d come if she took a single
step.

As if reading her mind, his blue eyes met
hers as he straightened and said, “You may not come without my permission. Do
you understand?”

Well, damn.
She hesitated, but he narrowed his gaze and she hurried to say, “Yes, Master.”

Derrick turned and strode to the table
laden with delicious-smelling food, and seated himself. She waited for him to
tell her to sit down at the table, but instead he began filling his plate,
ignoring her. She started to say something but snapped her mouth shut. Her
stomach did the talking for her, growling so loudly she’d just about bet it
could have been heard through the heavy doors and out into the hallway.

When his plate was full, he finally looked
at her. “Stand here.” He pointed to the carpet directly in front of him.

Andi kept her hands behind her back and
followed his instructions. With the plug up her ass, and the dildo up her
pussy, she felt like she was waddling. It was hard to walk in stilettos and
look graceful when her orifices were stuffed with rubber.

When she reached him, he said, “Kneel.”

She only hesitated a moment then knelt
before him, feeling the shift and pull of the plugs within her.

He withdrew the studded black collar from
his pocket and held it in front of her. “You’re my slave for the weekend, Andi,
and you’ll wear my collar.” The tone of his voice brooked no argument.

She gritted her teeth. “Yes, Master.”

He simply took it for granted and adjusted
her long hair so that he could fasten the collar around her neck. When he
finished he caught her chin in his hand. “You belong to me this weekend.”

Shivers of excitement at his tone and the
look in his eyes shuddered through her. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

“However, you do need a safe word.” His
expression became serious as he spoke. “If anything I ask of you frightens you
or is beyond what you are physically or mentally capable of handling, you’ll
say your safe word and the weekend is over.”

Andi swallowed.
Safe word…safe word…

“Portfolio,” she blurted out.

For one second Derrick looked taken aback
and then he chuckled. “That will work. After all, you’re investing in yourself
this weekend.”

Andi hadn’t quite thought of it like that.

Derrick turned back to his dinner. A
champagne glass was set before his plate with chilled shrimp around the rim. He
dipped one into the red sauce in the middle of the glass and brought the morsel
to her mouth. “Eat.”

She parted her lips and took a bite of the
giant shrimp he offered her. The tang of lemon and the sinus-clearing taste of
horseradish filled her mouth along with the succulent shrimp. Keeping his eyes
fixed on hers, he brought the shrimp to his mouth and took a bite from it
before dipping it into sauce and feeding it to her again.

While he fed her, he brushed the fingers of
his free hand across her bare nipples. She moaned around the bite of food. God,
she could climax between the plug in her ass, the dildo in her pussy, and the
way he was feeding her, stroking her.

The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.