Page 31 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)

Chapter Twenty-One

Holly

Master Mal stood us up. He was so strong and steady that he was able to lift both of us up by his legs, his large hands holding me by my ass. He walked us away from the dance pole and to the small space in the front of the room that had a plush carpet. Slowly, he lowered my feet down.

He was careful, like I was too precious to drop. I don’t know why that made my stomach swoon. I could have taken the impact.

After adjusting my mask that had started to rise up on the left, he took a step back. “Strip and then kneel.”

Anticipation made my blood sing. Why was this man’s self-confidence such a fucking turn on? I felt like I could orgasm just from him looking into my eyes.

My boots had a long zipper down the back of my thighs. After removing them, I undid the zipper and button of my jeans. I saw the appreciation on his face as I revealed my garter belt, thong, and suspenders.

“Wait,” he said when I reached for the clips on the front of my corset. I paused, looking up at him. “I changed my mind,” he explained. “That’s too sexy for you to remove, so I’ll do it. But later,” he added. With a tip of his chin, he instructed, “Kneel.”

I knelt. Toes bent under my feet, my hands on my thighs, I kept my back and neck straight. Recalling his previous order to keep eye contact unless instructed otherwise, I made sure not to avert my eyes.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and I preened. Slowly, Master Mal walked around me. Like an inspection. My heart thundered in my chest, wondering if he liked what he saw. “Very good posture. Do you know your positions?”

I swallowed. “I’m not sure, Sir. I’ve found some Masters call the same positions as different names. I do not want to claim I know something without knowing what you call them.”

He came around to my front. I met his eyes again as he ran a bent index finger down my cheek.

“I value honesty, Little Owl. Even if you think it is something I will not like or may disappoint me. Do not hesitate to be honest with me, as you were just now, while we navigate this new arrangement between us.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me your safe words,” he prompted.

“‘Crow’ to stop, ‘raven’ to slow down.”

He nodded once. “Good girl. You are in what I refer to as ‘kneeling rest position’ or ‘position two’.”

I opened my mouth to speak, then thought better of it and closed it again.

Of course, he noticed. “We are still learning each other, Little Owl. You may ask questions as we go.”

“Thank you, Sir. How many positions are there, Sir?”

“We will go over the five basic positions tonight. I expect you to practice them in your spare time so that you do not hesitate to perform tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Excitement rang in my voice and I felt my cheeks heat because there was no way he didn’t hear it.

Master Mal chuckled. “Yes, Little Owl. I plan on us meeting here again tomorrow. We will exchange numbers before we part ways tonight so there is no chance of what happened tonight from happening again. Besides, I would like to talk with you throughout the day if you’re agreeable.”

I was, but there was a small problem with that. I didn’t have a phone. I had no one to call except Jason, and he didn’t have one either.

“What is it, Little Owl?”

“I, uh, need to talk to Master Kade, Sir. I don’t, um…” I bit my lip. I’d promised not to lie to him but how did I explain that I didn’t have a number because I didn’t have a phone? Who didn’t have a phone nowadays?

“Are you asking Master Kade permission to speak with me?”

My eyes widened. “Oh, no! No, Sir. I just… I don’t have a phone anymore, Sir.” I’d actually never had a phone that was my own. My parents had not given me a cellphone as a teen, and they certainly hadn’t given me one in the asylum.

“Did he take it away from you?”

“No, Sir. I’ve never…” Fuck. My anxiety was rising. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

Master Mal squatted in front of me. “Eyes back on me, sweetheart. Breathe with me. Deep breath in, hold it…and let it back out.”

We repeated this until I didn’t feel like I had a boulder sitting on my chest. Still, he did not stand back up.

He waited a moment, likely to ensure I was better, before asking, “Why did you panic, Little Owl?”

“Because I don’t want to lie to you.”

To his credit, Master Mal did not blink or show surprise by this. “And you would have to lie to explain why you need to speak to Master Kade about your phone?”

Feeling like a fool, I nodded.

“Answer when I speak to you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied quickly.

“Then I will speak with Master Kade on your behalf. Is he coming here tonight?”

“No, Sir. I came alone to meet with you.” He would be busy all night getting Jesse and Roman into the bunker.

“Do you have his number?”

Jason didn’t have a phone. At least, not that I knew of. “No, Sir.”

Though clearly annoyed, he did not scold me or discipline me.

“Very well. You will bring Master Kade with you tomorrow night and I will discuss your phone situation with him. However, this is the last time I will involve Master Kade in our relationship, Little Owl. I will not share you with him, even platonically.”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Um,” I bit my lip before continuing, “are you… I mean, are we in a relationship?”

“That is what we are discussing, Little Owl. It would be helpful if we could do so outside these walls,” he added pointedly.

“Sir, I will try to limit how much involvement Master Kade has when it comes to you and me, but he will be involved in my life. I live with him.”

Master Mal raised an eyebrow. “Do you now? Well, I suppose I don’t have to ask you to tell me something personal about yourself today, as that’s far more personal information than what toppings you like on your pizza.”

I blushed, and my eyes cast downward automatically for a moment before I realized what I had done and then lifted them back up.

He stood. “I am not so controlling and domineering to say who you can and cannot be friends with, Little Owl. But I will not ‘go to’ Master Kade or deal with him regarding you. You are not his to be handled by. It is my hope that you will be mine , and when that happens, I will be the one people come to about you.”

“I will ask Master Kade to accompany me to the club tomorrow, Sir, and I swear it will be the last time.”

“Good.” It did not pass my notice that he did not say ‘good girl’, and my stomach sank slightly that I had done something to annoy him. “Now, back to the positions.”

I sat up straighter, my back having sagged a bit while we were talking.

“Keep that posture, but lace your fingers behind your head.” I did as instructed.

“This position is called ‘kneeling arrest’ or ‘position three’.” He stepped forward and wedged a booted foot between my knees.

“Spread them as far as you can. Bow your back to push your breasts out.” I did, making the bottoms of my feet nearly touch each other.

“Good girl.” My breath caught, solidifying just how important his praise was to me.

To my shock, he winked at me. He knew how he was affecting me.

“This position, Little Owl, is called ‘display’ or ‘position five’. Now, come forward on your hands and knees.” He stepped backward so I had room to move.

“Bow your back and push your ass more into the air. This is your ‘present position’ or ‘position four’. I may tell you to go all the way down onto your chest, but I will decide that at that time. Do so now so you can feel what I mean.”

I lowered my top half to the carpeting, pushing my thong-covered ass further into the air. He moved behind me. When his calloused finger made a horizontal line across my ass, my entire body shivered and I felt myself grow even wetter.

He crouched behind me and then I felt his lips on my left cheek. “Have I told you yet today just how fucking sexy you look, Little Owl?”

I shook my head. “No, Sir.”

“Dear me. That’s two errors on my part tonight.” His teeth nipped my flesh and I jolted in surprise. “You better hope there won’t be a third instance.”

My words came out chopped from my shaky breath. “Sir, the phone call was not your mistake. You did the right thing. It was Dominique who erred.”

“Wrong, pet. I should have had Dominique have you call me upon your arrival rather than have her relay a message to you. That way I would have known something was amiss a lot sooner and you would never have been at the bar nearly in tears, thinking I’d stood you up.

” I gasped when his teeth nipped my right cheek.

“And there should never be a day, regardless of what is going on in either of our lives, where I do not tell you just how absolutely breathtaking you are.” His finger traced down the line of my thong.

“Stay right there, Little Owl. Do not move an inch.”

I locked my muscles and joints as I felt him stand up behind me. He came around, walking back over to the cushions of the couch.

“I should take my time with you, pet. Spend hours exploring your beautiful body and worship every inch of your skin as you deserve. But I am a selfish bastard, and I need to be inside of you. Lift up your left wrist.” When I did, he placed a scrunchy on it, just like there was on my right.

It jingled as I lowered my hand back down to the floor.

He walked around my body and knelt between my legs.

I felt him lift one foot and then the other as he placed scrunchies on each ankle.

He put a hand on each of my shins above the scrunchie, and it wasn’t until he suddenly flipped me onto my back that I realized why it had felt like his hands were upside-down. Landing hard on my back, but not enough to knock the wind out of me, I stared up at him in shock.

Still gripping me above my ankles, Master Mal pulled my ass closer to him. My corset snagged slightly on the carpet fibers, but not enough to prevent him from manipulating my body how he wanted.

“Arms above your head, Little Owl. Hands flat on the floor.”

The scrunchies jingled slightly as I lifted my arms and then again when he bent my legs, putting my feet flat on the floor with my heels back against my ass cheeks. He ran a finger down the thin, black fabric of my thong without pressing between the lips of my pussy.

“Here are the rules, Little Owl. Once I put you in a position, you are not to move.” When he dragged his finger down my labia, this time he made a zigzag pattern. “If I hear a single jingle, you will be punished. Five swats on your ass with a paddle. Is spanking a hard limit for you?”

I shook my head. “No, Sir.”

“Good, because I plan on spanking you often. Both as a punishment and simply for my enjoyment.” I groaned, hating that he was not doing anything more than stroking my thong with that finger. “Do you understand the rules, Little Owl?”

“Yes, Sir. I will not move.”

“Do you understand why I am having you do this?”

“To bind me,” I answered softly. “I am not tied down but I still have to stay in place as if I was.”

“Good girl. Do you think you’ll be able to?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said with confidence.

“Are you sure?” He looked up my body at me. “Because your fingers are gripping the carpeting from the frustration of me just touching your lovely little thong. How do you think you’ll react when I put my mouth on your clit?”

I purposefully straightened out my fingers. Anticipation had my heart beating faster, but I forced my joints to remain locked. “I won’t make the bells jingle, Sir.”

Jason had put me through hell training me. If I was strong enough to get back up after he’d knocked me down bloody, I was strong enough to do this. I knew I was.

Master Mal’s chuckle was low, sensual, and held the bite of promise. My nipples pebbled behind my corset and my clit throbbed, longing for the feel of his mouth. This would be my first experience with oral sex, and I was equally nervous and eager.

“For the sake of your ass, Little Owl, you better hope so.”