Decadent Master by Tawny Taylor Page A

all over anyway. His scent wafted to her nose, carried by the slight breeze his movement stirred. Heat radiated from his body, warming her as he circled around her, checking her position.
    When he rounded her side, he tapped her bottom lightly. He stopped directly in front of her.
    She stared down at his knees.
    “You have surprised me today, precious. If you had any doubt that you’re a natural submissive, you should completely dismiss it. You are obedient, gentle, and eager to please, and any master would be lucky to have you. I expect several here at Twilight will approach me, to ask if they might train you. Because we have no contract between us, binding you to an exclusive relationship with me, you are free to accept an invitation from any Dom you like.”
    Would Dierk be among the Doms who would approach her?
    “O-okay,” she responded.
    Rolf clasped his hands behind his back and strolled around her again. “You need not worry about your safety. All Doms at Twilight are committed to following our guidelines. To the letter. With your permission, I will file your application in the office, so that any Dom you scene with will have access to it.”
    “Okay.” Right now, there was only one Dom at Twilight she wished to scene with, outside of Rolf. Dierk, of course.
    She felt a little guilty about the fact that they were brothers. Rolf was gentle and encouraging, polite and patient, no doubt a good master for someone who was new to BDSM. But she couldn’t help feeling like she was doing something wrong because of her attraction to—correction, fascination with—his brother.
    Maybe, if Dierk wasn’t interested, she’d be better off choosing a Dom who wasn’t his brother?
    “One last thing and then we’ll be finished for today.” He patted the table. “Your reward.”
    She slid up on the table, sitting with her legs dangling over the edge.
    “How often do you masturbate?” he asked.
    Her cheeks burned. Would she ever get used to talking so frankly and openly about this stuff? “Uh, not very often.”
    “Do you have a hard time making yourself come?”
    An even more awkward question. She shook her head and muttered, “Generally no.”
    “Good.” He headed toward the armoire. “Do you use a toy or just your hands?”
    When would this line of questioning end? “Usually just my hands.”
    “Have you tried a dong? Dildo? Vibrator?”
    “I have.”
    He pulled out a wrapped dildo, medium sized, pretty much comparable to the average guy’s penis, and pretty darn lifelike. He unwrapped it, rolled a fresh rubber onto it, then handed it to her along with a tube of lube. “Okay.” He took a step back and nodded. “Go ahead.”
    Go ahead?! “Masturbate? Now? Here?”
    “Yes, now. Would you deny yourself the reward you’ve earned?”
    “No, but…” She’d never touched herself in front of anyone before. She wasn’t sure if she could make herself come when she knew she was being watched. She stared down at the rubber cock in her hand for a moment and then glanced at Rolf.
    He didn’t look pleased. “I said, masturbate.”
    Oddly his demand made her heart beat a little faster, little tingles spread through her system. Maybe the apprehension and vulnerability would work to her advantage?
    “Y-yes, Master.”
    She tended to come more easily when she was on her back, legs bent and spread wide apart. So she squirted some lube onto her fingertip, closed her eyes, lay down, and touched her clit.
    Ooh, nice.
    She set the dildo on the table, leaving it within reach, and used her free hand to part her labia. Oh yes, that felt good.
    She started with slow circles, using gentle pressure. Gradually, things started happening. Little ripples of pleasure spread out from her center and her body started tightening. Stomach. Legs. Chest.
    She increased the speed and pressure of her touches. It didn’t seem to be hindering her, knowing Rolf was standing nearby watching her. Waiting. In fact, it seemed to be helping.