Mistress Absolute

Book 0: The Mistress Series

by Alex Jordaine

Genres: Contemporary Romance; Erotic & Steamy Romance

Synopsis

Robert?s life changes forever when he allows himself to get drawn into the deviant world of sexually dominant Tessa and her best friend Hannah, a powerful dominatrix. In the dark, erotic games the two women play with Robert they demonstrate how deliciously seductive and cruel they can be.  They take him on a journey of sexual awakening and Robert is forced to come to terms with himself as the profoundly submissive person he has always been deep inside. But what had started as a partnership between Tessa and Hannah becomes a fierce competition when both decide that they want him exclusively as their personal slave. The one who must decide which of them is to be his `Mistress Absolute? is Robert himself.  And it is an agonisingly difficult choice for him to have to make. Praise for Alex Jordaine titles: `Multiple O?s rating. A real BDSM lover?s dream.? Romance Reviews Today `Compelling and arousing ? a sure-fire winner.?  Forum Magazine `Brilliantly written.? Midnight Boudoir   `Great Femdom erotica.? Cara Sutra

Release date: January 27, 2015

Publisher: Accent Press

Print pages: 304

Sample

Chapter One

Robert Burnett was having a holiday from himself – his boring, conventional, unadventurous, uptight, buttoned-up self. That was what booking into the Majestic Hotel in Knightsbridge for the next three weeks was all about. It didn’t matter that he lived in London anyway, with a very nice house in Richmond-upon-Thames. It got him right away from the day-to-day familiar: that was the point.

As far as he knew he shared no background or history with anyone staying here at this five-star hotel. The Majestic wasn’t as huge as somewhere like the Ritz, say, or the Savoy, but was still more than large enough a hotel in which to disappear. Robert was anonymous here to all intents and purposes. He was off the radar. And his holiday from himself had just begun.

Normally Robert didn’t do anything without thinking it through first, that was his way. Not this time, though. Completely out of character for him and merely on a whim, he’d decided to pay for a little afternoon delight. And so far he wasn’t regretting that impulsive decision in the slightest.

Robert could hardly keep his eyes off Tessa, the young woman the so called high-end “escort agency” had sent to his hotel suite. When the woman on the other end of the phone had asked him the sort of service he was looking for, Robert had told her. He wanted sex, he’d said, but not penetrative sex, simply release. And he wanted the girl to be strict, Robert had added, blurting the words out while he’d still had the courage to voice them. After that the woman had quoted him a price, which he’d hastily accepted.

And Tessa certainly fitted the bill, in her strict appearance and stern demeanour: that disdainful look on her flawless face, those cold dark eyes, that sneer she’d painted on her full, red lips. Even her shiny raven-black hair was right. It was chin-length and cut in a severe geometric style with a straight fringe that fell down to just above her sculptured eyebrows.

Tessa accepted the payment Robert discreetly proffered and put it into the oversized red leather handbag she had over her shoulder. She engaged in a little small talk with him, to break the ice, he assumed. Where was he from, she asked. How long was he planning to stay at the Majestic? And such like chitchat, although her own manner remained as frosty as when he’d first opened the door to her. It was all an act, this froidure she was affecting, he assumed. But it was a very good one, almost worthy of an Oscar.

He offered her a drink – alcoholic, non-alcoholic, whatever she wanted – but she declined. ‘I’m good to go,’ she said briskly, planting the oversized red bag down by her feet.

‘You seem ideal,’ Robert announced. This was perhaps the wrong thing to have said at that point. Why? Because he’d suddenly ceased to feel the least bit horny due to an alarming onrush of nerves. He could hardly tell her that though. ‘Yes, ideal,’ he burbled, feeling another wave of panic wash over him.

‘Ideal for what?’

Robert took a deep breath. ‘For what I need,’ he replied in a falsely cheerful voice, trying to keep his composure.

She fixed him with an impatient look. ‘That’s not an answer, is it?’ she declared icily. ‘What exactly do you want from me?’

Nothing right now, Robert felt like saying. What he actually said, trying to keep his voice as normal as possible when he said it, was, ‘I don’t want penetrative sex.’

Tessa’s eyes were scornful. ‘I knew that already. I’m well aware of what you don’t want. How about telling me what you do want.’

Robert gazed back at Tessa. Her face was creamy white against the severe black frame of her hair, and she was extremely beautiful. She looked stunning in her dress as well, which was dark purple in colour and very short. Its thin fabric had a shimmer to it and stretched tight across her firm round breasts – no bra, he’d noticed when she’d arrived. She had lovely long legs, too, accentuated both by the shortness of the dress and the killer black stiletto shoes she wore.

Robert should have found all this very seductive – had found it very seductive when he’d first set eyes on her – but now his nerves had got the better of him, temporarily killing his desire stone dead.

Robert swallowed to steady his voice. ‘Would you like to sit down?’ he asked, gesturing towards the couch next to her.

Tessa looked at him for a moment, her deep violet eyes piercing. ‘No, what I’d like is an answer,’ she replied. Her voice was cold and level. ‘I’ve asked you several times now what it is that you want from me.’

Robert ran a hand over his mouth nervously. ‘We’ll discuss it in the bedroom if that’s all right,’ he said, playing for a bit more time and hoping against hope that he’d get his mojo back before this assignation turned into even more of a fiasco than it already was.

‘Jesus,’ Tessa mumbled in irritation. He held the bedroom door open for her and ushered her into the room, which was as immaculate as the rest of the plush spacious suite. Robert breathed in the musky scent of Tessa’s perfume as she strode past him, the sharp heels of her shoes pressing into the soft carpet.

‘Well, here we are in the bedroom,’ she said, turning and looking at him challengingly.

Robert gave her an unconvincing smile. ‘So we are,’ he said weakly.

‘And are you ever going to tell me what you’re looking for from me?’ Tessa asked. ‘Or do you intend to try and drag this out until the end of time? All this dilly-dallying is starting to seriously piss me off in case you hadn’t noticed.’

‘I … ehh,’ Robert stumbled. He couldn’t get the words out. A tightness in his throat made it impossible for him to speak. It was excruciatingly embarrassing.

Tessa gave him a flat stare, like she was considering giving him a good punch for being so damn annoying. ‘What is it with you?’ she said. ‘You’re driving me to distraction.’

Silence. She waited for a response. Robert coughed nervously but still remained tongue-tied. He was in an agony of embarrassment about the way he was conducting himself. He’d have been the first person to admit that he was the anxious type, one of life’s born worriers. It truly was a birth defect, he’d always felt. But it was one he’d learned over time to live with. He had already proved he could work around it and, with dogged determination combined with an undeniable talent for his chosen profession, make a real success of his life – a material success at any rate.

And it was years since he’d suffered a major panic attack like this. It was like he’d regressed to being the nervous youngster he’d once been, the bundle of anxiety who regularly suffered from paralyzing bouts of shyness. Why had it happened after all this time, he asked himself frantically. And why here, why now of all times? It was mortifying.

‘If you don’t get on and tell me what you want from me you can have your money back and I’m out of here,’ Tessa shrugged. ‘The ball’s in your court.’

Robert shifted uncomfortably. ‘I’ve never done anything like this before,’ he said, getting his voice back at last.

Tessa sighed with exasperation. ‘That’s still not an answer.’

‘I know,’ Robert said, shamefaced. ‘I’m really sorry. I’m being utterly ridiculous.’

‘You are,’ Tessa agreed, the corner of her mouth twitching in what was almost a smile. Maybe we’re getting somewhere at long last, she said to herself. However she soon concluded that she’d been wrong because all that followed from Robert was another excruciating silence.

‘Well?’ Tessa demanded, staring directly at him, into his worried blue eyes. ‘I’m only going to ask this one more time. What do you want from me?’ She stressed every word, articulated every syllable.

Robert swallowed hard. ‘I want you to take control,’ he said quietly.

‘About time,’ Tessa said. ‘Now we’re in business. Now we can get this show on the road. You want to be bossed around sexually, yes?’

He nodded. ‘Un huh.’

‘Anything else? There must be something else.’

‘No, that’s all.’

She knitted her brows slightly, giving him a skeptical look. ‘Sure?’

He nodded. ‘Sure.’

Somewhat to her surprise Tessa found that she felt disappointed. After all the procrastination she’d had to put up with from this angst-ridden but strangely likeable guy, she’d felt certain he must have been into something seriously kinky. But evidently that was not the case. Or maybe it was, she considered on reflection. Maybe he didn’t even know it himself yet. There was a serious thought. Maybe that was what the absurd pantomime he’d subjected her to had essentially been all about.

One thing Robert definitely had going for him, Tessa observed, was that he was very nice to look at – dark haired and handsome with a sensitive, intelligent face. He was tall and broad shouldered as well, with a slim, athletic body. The man was nicely turned out too: tailored shirt the same shade of blue as his eyes, snug fitting black jeans, kid-soft leather loafers, also black.

But he looked so dreadfully anxious – awkward, withdrawn, tight-wound like you wouldn’t believe. He seemed such a troubled soul really, uncomfortable in his own skin, his every muscle tensed. She’d have to work on one of those muscles, she decided, relieve him of some of that anxiety in the time-honoured way.

But first she’d set the scene.

Tessa stepped in so close to Robert that he could take in the sensual scent of her perfume again, feel the warmth of her body. ‘Do everything I say from now on,’ she ordered.

‘I will,’ Robert replied, feeling his anxiety start to ease. And with that, his cock began to reawaken, the warmth of an erection stiffening inside his pants again. Sexual excitement had crept back under that chronic excess of nervous inanity – and, God knows, not before time.

Tessa reached out and touched Robert’s cheek with her fingertips. Her hands were slender and her nails perfect, filed to delicate arcs. They were painted with a glossy red polish so dark it was almost black. ‘Suck my fingers,’ she demanded, placing two of them against his mouth. He closed his lips around her fingers and began sucking and licking, his tongue sliding up and down tenderly. A feeling of helplessness had come over him and he loved it. Tessa was calling all the shots.

‘Now ask me to kiss you,’ Tessa ordered, pulling her fingers from his mouth.

Robert’s erection strained inside his pants. ‘Please kiss me,’ he whispered, breathing faster.

And she did, pressing her soft-cushioned lips against his mouth and forcing her tongue inside. Then she pulled away from the kiss.

Tessa smiled sexily. ‘I notice you’ve developed quite a hard-on,’ she said, gently massaging it over his black jeans.

She toyed for a while longer with Robert’s erection, which was becoming increasingly uncomfortable beneath its snug – now too snug – black denim covering. Then she stood back and brought both hands to her breasts. ‘You’ve made me stiff too,’ she said. ‘Look.’ And he could see that her nipples had become hard nubs, pressing against the thin material of her mini-dress.

Robert’s straining erection throbbed with need. Tessa reached across and touched it underneath his pants again, pressing her fingers firmly over the pronounced bulge. ‘Get naked,’ she ordered, giving him a hot-eyed stare. He did and so did Tessa, revealing that her nude body was to-die-for; revealing that as well as not wearing a bra she hadn’t been wearing any panties either, and that her pussy was clean shaven.

She took hold of the thick length of Robert’s cock. ‘Very nice,’ she said in a husky voice. She rubbed his erection softly, flicking her thumb over its slit. After that she pulled at the hardness of his shaft more vigorously, making it pulse and strain within her grasp.

‘Play with my pussy,’ she said and Robert slipped his hand between her legs and felt the smoothness of her thighs. When his fingers found her sex it was damp and sticky and he felt her shiver with pleasure.

‘Ask me to kiss you again,’ she ordered.

‘Please kiss me again,’ he said softly, on a deep breath, arousal thrumming through him now. And her mouth immediately came to his, gaping and hot. She began kissing him on the lips once more, exploring his mouth voraciously with her tongue.

Tessa pulled away from the kiss. ‘Ask for permission to masturbate me to orgasm while I do the same to you,’ she commanded.

‘Please give me permission to masturbate you to orgasm while you do the same to me,’ Robert said. He couldn’t keep his voice from trembling.

‘Permission granted,’ Tessa replied and soon his fingers became ever wetter inside her pussy. And the corresponding movement of her fist over the pulsing length of his stiffness became more and more insistent.

Tessa was moving her hips back and forth with the rhythm of his fingers deep inside her sex and of her fist around his shaft. Her strokes grew shorter as she pumped her fist back and forth over his erection, clear ooze seeping from its tip.

She stopped masturbating him suddenly. ‘I’m going to come,’ she cried, throwing her head back. Tessa climaxed, shuddering without control, her eyes unfocussed, her breathing heavy.

‘Your turn now, Robert,’ she announced in the afterglow of her ecstatic release. She began pulling energetically at his erection, her fist working up and down like a jackhammer. And then he exploded into orgasm too, spurting out wads of warm, silky come.

Tessa waited a few moments, her face still flushed from her own orgasm. ‘Was that good for you?’ she asked.

Robert felt dazed. ‘Oh yes,’ he replied. ‘It was definitely good for me.’

Tessa gave him a long deliberative look. ‘But was it enough?’ she asked. Tessa strongly suspected Robert of unconsciously dissembling, hiding some deeper, darker truth about himself from himself.

He frowned in puzzlement. ‘Yes, sure, Tessa,’ he insisted. ‘It was more than enough.’

‘I’m not convinced,’ she said. The strict expression had gone from Tessa’s face and her tone of voice had become almost kindly, but she remained a commanding presence. ‘Listen, Robert,’ she went on, looking him in the eye. ‘I find I’ve taken kind of a shine to you. I’m not sure quite why that is because you were irritating the hell out of me there for a while. But that’s all behind us, water under the bridge, as the saying goes. I think we need to talk. Now is not the time, though. I’ll tell you exactly where I want to meet you and when.’

Robert took a deep breath as he waited for Tessa to tell him the place and time she wanted to meet him. He had no idea where all of this was heading. He was simply conscious of having entered what was for him entirely uncharted territory. But wherever this wonderful and mysterious woman wanted to lead him he felt certain somehow that he’d want to follow. Robert Burnett’s holiday from himself was well and truly underway. Or so he thought. Actually it had barely begun.

Chapter Two

Robert had done everything Tessa had said he should do. ‘Go to the hotel’s ground floor lounge at eleven thirty tomorrow morning,’ she’d instructed. ‘I don’t mean the one in the main reception area because that’s always busy at that time of the day. I’m talking about the smaller one off the side corridor, just past the gift shop. You know it?’ He’d said he did. ‘Grab a quiet corner there, order a pot of coffee for two, and wait.’

The coffee had been a bit slow in arriving, which was probably no bad thing, Robert thought, because there was as yet no sign of Tessa that bright, sunny morning – she was a bit slow in arriving too. Eleven thirty came. And eleven thirty went. So did eleven thirty-five and eleven forty. At eleven forty-five he saw Tessa, making her way towards him across the palm-dotted lounge with all the fluid grace of a dancer. She was wearing sunglasses, and her luscious body was clothed in a tight maroon top, a short black leather jacket, and spray-on blue designer jeans tucked into knee length, black leather boots with high heels.

‘Sorry I’m late, Robert,’ she said, settling herself into the chair beside him and removing her dark glasses. ‘I had a devil of a job parking. I should have known better. I usually get a taxi whenever I come to the Majestic.’

‘No problem,’ he replied, reaching for the pot of coffee. ‘Can I pour you a coffee?’

‘Thanks.’

‘How do you like it?’

‘White, no sugar please,’ she said. And he poured them out coffees, adding milk to both.

‘We’re nicely tucked away here, that’s good,’ Tessa said, leaning forward to pick up her cup. She fell silent for a moment, sipping her coffee and looking straight ahead at the window opposite. The sky outside was a sharp blue and the sun was shining brightly.

‘I’m sorry about the way I was yesterday,’ Robert said, breaking into the silence. ‘I don’t know what came over me. I’ve always been nervous and shy, painfully so when I was young, but …’ The words drifted away. How could he hope to explain to her what had happened to him yesterday when he couldn’t even explain it to himself?

Tessa gave him a wry sideways grin. ‘I’ve had clients suffer first-time nerves before but you definitely take first prize.’

‘I did manage to shake off my nerves eventually,’ he grinned back.

‘Yeah, Robert,’ Tessa drawled, rolling her eyes. ‘Eventually is the word.’

‘Better late than never,’ he ventured.

‘I guess,’ Tessa said, turning to look at him full face. ‘But we’ll get back to that. Let me tell you why I set up this little meeting here on neutral ground, as it were. It’s a mystery, wouldn’t you say?’

‘You’re a mystery, Tessa,’ Robert said, gazing back at her with wonder in his eyes, ‘a beautiful mystery.’

Tessa shook her head. ‘There really is no great mystery about me, you know, Robert,’ she said. ‘I’ll tell you what I am. I’m fairly lazy, seriously over sexed, sexually dominant, and materialistic. I’m ideally suited to the line of work I’m in, particularly as the escort agency steers the more submissive clients my way.’

Robert took a sip of coffee. ‘Submissive clients like me,’ he said.

‘Submissive clients like you,’ she agreed. ‘I like my work and I like my clients – or the majority of them at any rate. I’m thinking of going out on my own shortly and taking my favourite clients with me.’

‘How would the escort agency feel about that?’ Robert asked.

‘It’s not a conversation I intend to have with them,’ she replied, pausing to take a sip of her coffee. ‘But I honestly don’t think they’d have much of a problem with it. Girls come and go in this line of work and so do clients. It’s just the way it is. Having said that, my favourite clients tend to keep on coming back to me for more.’

‘I’m not at all surprised to hear that.’

‘The thing is I’d rather like to take you along with me as one of those clients,’ Tessa continued.

‘I’d love it if you did decide to do that,’ he said, adding: ‘In fact, I’d find it an honour.’

‘Good answer,’ Tessa replied. ‘The problem I have is that I’m not at all sure I’m who you need.’

‘Who do you think I need?’ he asked. ‘I mean, you’re fantastic.’

‘You think that now …’

‘You bet I do.’

‘All right, I’ll come right out and say my piece,’ Tessa said. ‘I think you may very well need to go to a pro-domme. Don’t get me wrong; what I do when I get into my stride with a client is not exactly “vanilla”.’ She made speech marks in the air with her fingers. ‘But at the end of the day it’s pretty tame by comparison to what a skilled pro-domme would do, and those are the sort of services I think you might well need.’

Robert wrinkled his brow. ‘When you say pro-domme are you talking about a professional dominatrix?’

‘That’s right,’ Tessa confirmed.

‘A professional dominatrix – with all her whips and chains and stuff?’ He looked at Tessa incredulously.

‘Right again,’ was all she said.

Robert took a big swallow of coffee. ‘Is that what you think, seriously?’

‘It is,’ she said, giving him a straight look. ‘Interested?’

Robert shook his head. ‘Not interested,’ he assured her. ‘No way am I interested.’

‘Don’t knock. . .