Master of Two: Nascent Love

Master of Two: Nascent Love

Four Short Stories

by Derek & Verity Ant

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Table of
Contents

Dedication

Author’s Note

His Good Girl

Adjustments

A Man of Discipline

Unpredictable

Author Information

Dedication

To my heart and inspiration, my own version
of Kevin.

With love from your devoted servant.

~Verity Ant~

Authors'
Note

This set of short stories is a companion to
our book, Master's Hunt. The short stories detail the origins of
the triad: Kevin, Renee and Amiko, and their helper, Ross Adler. It
is their back story, which has been requested by fans of Master's
Hunt. We're proud and happy to present it here.

His Good
Girl

It would be their five-year anniversary
tomorrow. Renee had planned things out carefully, and all the
last-minute details were taken care of. It had been an
emotionally-charged day, with several patients discontent and
testing her professional calm. It was never a good idea for a
psychologist to become entangled in her patients’ problems. Some
days, though, it was harder than others, and it left her a little
moody and introspective.

Curling up in the leather sofa in the
sitting room, she opened the journal that held her entries from
five years ago and began to read.

The graduation ceremony was dull, but I was
glad I went. Met the most fascinating man there: Kevin Watson. He’s
a famous economist who has some sort of proprietary investment
model that he leases to hedge funds and the like. Anyway, he’s a
rich guy who gave the keynote speech at the dinner for the Masters’
graduates. He took my breath away with his speech. So
authoritative, but funny. Handsome, with wavy dark hair, and
piercing gray eyes. The broadest shoulders and strongest physique
I’ve seen for a long time. I spent some time talking to him at the
end of the evening, and he asked me out! Not in that
go-ahead-shoot-me-down way that so many men have when they think a
girl’s too attractive to give them the time of day. He was
confident that I’d say yes. Imagine that! So what could I say but
yes! We’ll meet tomorrow at Taste of Morocco in the valley.

The next day’s entry made her warm inside,
giving her a little jolt down low in her belly.

He’s gone home. It’s three a.m., but I’m
wide awake. It was an exhausting night, but at the same time, I
haven’t been this exhilarated since things ended with Tom more than
a year ago. Kevin is a guy I could really fall for. I found myself
drawn to him, mesmerized even. He is so smart, so funny. Incredibly
potent in all the right ways.

He treated me well, but was always in
control of the evening…not with obnoxious intensity, but by having
expectations of my behavior and making me slightly uncomfortable if
I wasn’t living up to those expectations. He made clear what he
wanted but I always had a choice: behave well or find my way to the
door. I was so fascinated, finding the door never occurred to
me.

We didn’t make love, of course. I don’t like
to get too intimate early on. But oh my was it tempting! I did
break my own rule and sucked him off. I didn’t have to, and I feel
kind of guilty about not having the self-discipline to keep my
hands—and my mouth—to myself. But my impression was that he
expected something for his time, some gift or sacrifice on my part
to show that I was worthy and enthusiastic. He was respectful about
it, but made his wishes known. Right before I decided to go for it,
we were kissing, and his hand was in my hair giving it little tugs,
steering my face towards his at the angles he found most
pleasurable. He was masterful. There I’ve said it.

Renee read through to four days later. The
entries inspired memories that were poignant and exciting. Her body
flushed as she read.

Another evening with Kevin. It’s been too
long since that first one, though it’s only been four days. I want
him. He makes me burn inside, like a tiny ember that’s been fanned
into flames with the right fuel. I want to please him, to have a
few more minutes of his company, another one of his handsome
smiles, a gesture, a word of praise, a remonstration if it’s
deserved.

He isn’t afraid of me. Oh, he enjoys my red
hair and my good figure—thank goodness for that gym membership—and
he seems to enjoy my jokes and is respectful of my intelligence.
And, OMG, how I love his strong hand guiding me at my waist. But he
doesn’t kowtow to me. It’s always his party, and I can come along
and be part of it, or watch it drive away (in a Lamborghini, no
less). I choose to do what I can to remain. And, as it turns out,
the price is right in the ballpark…well, maybe a little higher than
I’ve paid before. I got a bit mouthy with an overworked parking
valet, tonight. Nothing severe, but sharp-tongued and maybe kind of
rude. Kevin raised a black eyebrow at me and, with a sinking
feeling, I thought maybe I’d blown it beyond repair. But I hadn’t.
He told me to follow him home, so I figured I hadn’t embarrassed
myself totally.

His house sits elegantly on a little rise.
It's just on the outskirts of Brentwood. He said it had been in his
family for a couple of generations. Apparently, he comes from
money. Don’t know much about his family.

At his house, I parked in the long, circular
driveway and he took my hand and led me into the foyer. He took my
coat and I left my purse there in the vestibule. We went directly
to the formal living room, and that’s where it started.

He sat down in a leather wing-back chair and
gestured to the floor. Now, from my experience with Tom, I had an
inkling of where this was going. I was eager to please Kevin, but
at the same time, I knew that once I trod upon that path again, it
would be a commitment. Was I ready to take a chance on Kevin? Was I
willing to test his expectations, find his limits, trust him?

Yes.

I got down on the floor at his feet and
snuggled up to his leg. He put his hand in my hair and wrapped it
around his big fist, giving it a tug forceful enough to hold my
attention. My body reacted in the way I learned before; I was hot
and tight, with electric sparks between nipples and pussy.

"I want you to take off your blouse and bra.
Leave on your skirt and jewelry and all the rest."

He let go of my hair and I moved to do as he
asked. Did he ask? Not exactly. It was more like he let his
expectations be known and it was up to me to please him. I knew
that if I failed, he would send me home and I’d never see him
again. That was an awful idea, and I was very excited about his
interest in me, unwilling to have it end. It was like a compulsion:
I had to do it, had to see what was on the other side of the
curtain.

Once I’d removed my blouse and bra, I was a
little uncomfortable. Nudity was de rigueur in Tom’s circle, but I
didn’t know how Kevin approached it. I knelt there, exposed and
trembling slightly as he watched me. His eyes appraised me,
lingering on my upper arms and my nipples.

"Cup them and present. Do you know how to do
that?"

I gulped. Oh, I definitely knew how to do
that. I took a breast in each hand, nipples exposed, and positioned
myself to face him, holding them up for his inspection…and waited.
I grew uncomfortable waiting. I watched his face, looking for a
signal that I should do something else, but no signal came. Finally
he said "very good," and told me to take off my skirt and
half-slip. He implied, without saying, that I was to leave on my
garter belt, stockings, panties and shoes. I rose to my feet and
complied, then stood there waiting for further instructions.

Again, his laser-beam eyes roamed over me
until I was squirming with discomfort.

“
You were rude to the valet tonight,
Renee.”

I bit my lip. So he hadn’t forgotten. "Yes,
sir." I don’t know what inspired me to start calling him sir,
except my previous training with Tom. This seemed considerably more
adult and serious, however.

"Do you want to be a better girl? More in
control of your temper?"

I considered that for about a second—of
course I wanted to be more in control of myself! I knew that I was
often too volatile. Redhead’s temper and all of that. "Yes, please,
sir."

"Remember that as I punish you for being
rude. Come lie across my lap." He patted his thighs.

Did I want to be spanked? Would he do
damage? I hardly knew him. Still…He had a good reputation in the
world. He was smart and always cool and collected. He never raised
his voice. "Yes, sir."

I admit, I dragged my feet a little. I was
afraid and excited at the same time. Giving trust like that was
difficult. But I took a chance and lay across his lap.

His hand moved over my thighs and bottom,
fingering the garters and sliding over and under the strings of my
thong. His fingers were cool and firm. I could smell his cologne as
I lay there, trembling with anticipation. He smelled like
sandalwood.

He peeled down my thong until it was down at
my knees. "Count, Renee."

I didn’t get a chance to say yes sir before
his hand came down—hard!—on my butt. Current raced from my hot
posterior to my pussy. It was wonderful! I counted, of course, up
to twelve, and not long after, I started to cry. My behind was on
fire. I was in a humiliating position, panties pulled down, face
down across his knees. He gave me two more swats and turned me over
in his lap until I was sitting, head pressed against his shoulder,
sobbing a little. There was a thick erection in his pants.

"Good girl."

"Thank you," I sniffled. And although my
butt was sore, I felt lighter than I had in a long, long time. As
though a burden had been lifted, and all my sins forgiven. I had
paid the consequences for my actions.

"The next time we go to that restaurant,
Renee, you are going to apologize to that valet. It doesn’t have to
be extravagant. An ‘I’m sorry I snapped at you,’ would be
sufficient. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, I’ll bet you’d like a sign that
you’re still in good favor. Like maybe you’d like me to fuck you,
or allow you to give me head again."

I did want that assurance. "I want to please
you, sir. I want to do what’s right."

"I will decide what’s right, Renee. If you
don’t like that paradigm, it’s best for you to leave now and we’ll
pretend all of this never happened. I won’t contact you any
further."

"No! I mean, no sir!" Pride? What pride? "I
want to learn from you."

Kevin’s eyes were piercing as he gazed into
mine. "Your blue eyes are exquisite, my pet. Even slightly red from
crying. Perhaps even more attractive for that." I preened a little
in response, hoping that something good was coming next.

He began to tease my nipples, first one then
the other and back again. They responded and warmth spread down my
belly. Frequently, he’d pinch, pause, and pinch harder. His eyes
were on my face, gauging my reactions. I couldn’t look at him—or at
anything—I could only sit there with my eyes closed as he led me
along. There was a gentle ache growing in my belly, and I knew I
was getting wet. My nipples were stiff and eager, and his pinches
came more often and were harder. I loved it!