Mistress Divine

Book 0: The Mistress Series

by Alex Jordaine

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance

Synopsis

Fourth title in the highly acclaimed Mistress Femdom series. Paul becomes ever more insanely jealous of his Mistress Caroline's lesbian relationship with fellow dominatrix Anita. It leads the normally dutiful slave to start misbehaving. Then he commits the cardinal sin of disobeying a direct instruction from his Mistress. As punishment for his wrongdoing the furious Caroline disciplines Paul relentlessly. She does however finally forgive the poor benighted slave. Anita disappears off the scene to be replaced by Nicole, who Caroline and Paul both find immensely attractive. She moves in with the kinky couple to engage in a sadomasochistic ménage a trois. This is supposed to be a no-strings-attached arrangement but soon takes an unexpected turn, which will change all of their lives forever.

Release date: November 10, 2011

Publisher: Accent Press

Print pages: 252

Sample

Chapter One

IT WAS LATE, and the summer night had turned cool. There was a cluster of stars in the sky and a thin crescent moon. Street lamps sent streaks of soft-edged orange into the darkness. Paul listened to the staccato beat of his own footsteps on the pavement as he got closer to his destination. It was the oddest thing but he had a feeling something extraordinary was going to happen to him tonight, that his life was finally going to start. Yet it was just another London dance club he was going to, nothing special about it in the slightest. He could hear the thump-thump-thump of the music as he approached the entrance to the place.

Paul entered the crowded club and moved toward the long bar. He edged between a man and girl standing there and ordered a vodka and tonic with ice and lemon. He sipped at the tall glass, which clinked with ice and gleamed with rivulets of condensation. Paul glanced around the darkened room towards the dance floor that was surrounded by mirrored columns. Flashing lights illuminated the dancers as they moved their bodies to the pounding music that swept in waves through the club.

Paul would have been drawn anyway to the beautiful young woman with the shoulder-length dark brown hair and feline green eyes, even if she hadn’t been staring right at him. She smiled slightly in his direction, no more than a gentle curl of her pouting lips, and continued to dance sensuously to the music. As their eyes met, Paul felt a stab of desire shoot through him and his heart began to pound in his chest with excitement.

The face of the young woman with whom he was sharing such an intense gaze was perfect, with strong features and incredibly sensual lips that were soft and full. She looked sublimely erotic and there was something so vital about her that it utterly captivated him. She wore a tiny dress that barely covered her backside and moulded itself to the contours of her seductive body. From where he stood, Paul could see she had nothing on underneath her flimsy dress. He felt a rush of blood to his cock, which started to press urgently against the crotch of his snug-fitting black jeans.

The young woman kept on looking at him, her green eyes glowing. It was as if a beautiful but dangerous cat was gazing at him from out of the darkness, Paul thought. There was so much strength in those remarkable cat-like eyes, such incredible power.

The woman suddenly stopped dancing and began striding confidently across the dance floor towards him, swinging her hips as she went. She stood before Paul and gave him a smile so radiant it made his pulse race. His breathing became short and shallow. She was so beautiful that it was almost as if she was not real at all but a figment of his fevered erotic imagination, a Goddess he had dreamed up in the ultimate of all masturbation fantasies.

For a moment neither of them spoke and time stood still. Her eyes seemed to see right through to the heart of him. Paul felt a thrill of fear deep inside as he gazed back into her expressive eyes, glittering with the promise of dark, exquisite torment. The sexual energy between the two of them was incredible.

She was the first one to speak. ‘I’m Caroline,’ she said, in a voice that sent cold chills running down Paul’s spine. ‘Get me a drink, would you? I’ll have the same as you.’

He hurried to obey her instruction, telling the barman to keep the change. Paul didn’t want to waste a single second before getting back to her; in fact, he half expected that this gorgeous apparition would have disappeared when he turned round from the bar. But no, she was still there, all right, and still looking at him with that same amazingly seductive, challenging gaze.

Paul handed Caroline her glass. He found himself even more mesmerised by her now; he simply couldn’t help himself. She was far and away the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. She touched the rim of her glass to his and sipped at her drink, continuing to look into his eyes, her gaze penetrating through him now like a laser beam.

Paul had still not yet uttered a single word to her and was wondering what on earth to say. He’d always been quite shy, but now seemed to have been struck dumb by the hypnotic vision, the paragon of dominance who was standing before him. He needn’t have worried, though, because what Caroline said next would have rendered him speechless anyway.

‘I want your body,’ she announced simply, putting her glass on the bar. ‘Come with me.’

Desire such as he’d never experienced before began to pulse through Paul at that moment, but not for the obvious reason. It wasn’t so much whatCaroline had said that affected him so greatly; it was the way she’d said it, brooking no possible argument.

It touched something inside him that was way beyond mere animal lust, something deep within his very soul. Paul drained his glass, set it next to Caroline’s on the bar, and followed her obediently out of the club and into her life.

The taxi that Caroline hailed took them to her apartment, which was on the ground floor of a three-storey redbrick block in Chelsea. Almost as soon as she and Paul got through the front door of the apartment she told him to strip naked. He instantly obeyed and stood before her, breathing heavily, his heart beating like a drum, his shaft stiffly erect and pulsing.

Caroline settled her gaze on Paul once again. She gave him a slow up-and-down look, scrutinising his darkly handsome, fine-featured face and deep blue eyes, then letting her gaze move over his slim but muscular form, lingering on his powerful, throbbing erection. She let out a little sigh of satisfaction, obviously liking what she saw – liking it a lot.

‘What’s your name?’ she asked, not before time.

Paul opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was so excited, so nervous, so …

‘Well?’ she persisted, cocking her head to him.

‘Sorry,’ he croaked in reply. ‘I’m Paul.’ His heart was beating even harder, his erection pulsing harder too.

It was time for Caroline to join Paul in nudity. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes and then removed her tiny dress to reveal that her body was sheer perfection. She stood before Paul in all her voluptuous splendour, utterly, gloriously naked. Her pale, creamy brown skin was as smooth as silk, including her mons, which was completely hairless. The sight of Caroline’s beautiful naked body made Paul tremble with shivery excitement. She then led him into the bedroom – literally: by his cock.

‘Go down on me,’ Caroline demanded, letting go of his shaft and throwing herself onto the double bed. Her instruction sent more exquisite thrills trembling through Paul’s body: his skin prickled, his breath caught, his head thrummed with blood; and as for his pulsing erection …

Paul crawled sinuously up the bed and brought his face between Caroline’s spread thighs. He pressed his lips to her sex and began to tongue the glistening flesh of her pussy. His tongue on her clit became ever more insistent until – ‘I want you inside me now,’ Caroline told Paul. And he immediately moved his body into position in order to obey her. He pushed his shaft into her wet, aching sex, filling her with its thickness. She moaned with delight as he began thrusting into her, deep and hard. She hugged him close and wrapped her legs around his waist, her limbs supple and pliant, as he forged deep into her.

Paul pushed into Caroline even harder, thrusting into her with escalating force, the tempo increasing, the friction growing hotter, as he plunged his cock into her wet pussy like a man possessed. He pounded away at her faster and faster, his whole body shaking, palpitating, his groin crashing against hers. Paul could feel himself building to the peak of excitement. Then the pulse came and he climaxed, ejaculating spurt after spurt of warm seed deep inside her. Simultaneously Caroline shuddered to her own violent orgasm, crying out deliriously as her climax exploded in an ecstasy of ungovernable delight.

Chapter Two

PAUL WAS HORRIBLY afraid Caroline would send him on his way after that but she didn’t, and he ended up sleeping the night with her – not that the sexed up couple actually did much sleeping. The following day Caroline asked, no, told Paul to move in with her. He did not hesitate for a moment in obeying this instruction, and for the next few months they could hardly keep their hands off each other. They made love at every available opportunity. The two of them were inseparable and both wished they could stay isolated in their paradise of sensuality forever. Life was so incredibly sweet.

It was never going to last, though. The exclusively vanilla sex, that is. The relationship remained wonderful. Caroline and Paul felt themselves to be complete soul mates and were very much in love. But it would have been impossible for them to sustain an orthodox sex life for any length of time. It went against both their natures: Paul so profoundly submissive, Caroline a natural born domina if ever there was one.

It all started in a way that completely took Paul by surprise at first. They were both naked and padding about the bedroom, tidying it up together. Caroline lifted the lid of the half-full linen basket, pointed airily towards its contents and said, ‘Put these in the washing machine, will you, Paul?’

‘That’s women’s work,’ he replied in a ridiculous kind of mock-macho voice. But he instantly regretted what he’d said as he noticed her expression change, darken. It had been a joke, for God’s sake, and she must have known it. Whatever Caroline wanted him to do he’d do, she knew that perfectly well. Paul moved towards the linen basket to do her bidding.

‘I’m not putting up with a comment like that,’ Caroline said, the expression on her face stern. ‘You’re going to have to be punished for your impertinence.’

‘Oh yeah,’ Paul replied with a chuckle. She must surely have been joking herself, he thought. Mustn’t she?

‘I’m serious, Paul,’ Caroline said tartly, sitting on the edge of the bed. ‘Get over my knee this instant.’ What could he do? he wondered in growing panic, his heart thumping. He could hardly ignore what she’d said. That wasn’t an option for Paul with Caroline. It had been an implicit assumption on both their parts right from the time they’d first met: when she spoke, he listened, and when she told him what to do, he did it, full stop.

‘Get a move on,’ Caroline ordered in a tone sharp enough to cut a diamond. ‘I shan’t tell you again.’

Paul felt embarrassed, more than that humiliated, about what he realised was about to happen to him, but his cock, which was getting harder by the second, told a different story. It was achingly erect by the time he positioned himself over Caroline’s knee so she’d have known damn well how sexually excited he was. Her ploy, her pretext – for that was what it had been all along, she’d told him afterwards – had worked a treat.

Paul waited and waited for the inevitable and then waited some more, his breathing quickening all the while, his body shaking. The blood was pounding in his veins and his shaft against Caroline’s thigh was rock hard and pulsing.

But Caroline took her own sweet time as she stroked the curved cheeks of his backside, all bare and vulnerable and virgin. She stroked his rear sensuously, tantalizingly, over and over again, teasing him unmercifully, and then: smack! The sharp sound announced that the first spanking Paul’s backside was ever to receive had finally begun – and the vivid red mark on his rear evidenced the cruel accuracy of that first stroke. Smack! Caroline’s hand came down again crisply on Paul’s backside with another harsh spank and his breath quickened further. His breath came even quicker with the third spank and quicker still when she spanked him a fourth time, this time even harder.

But there were many more hard smacks to come, when the walls of that bedroom echoed with the sound of hand on naked flesh. On and on Caroline spanked Paul until he felt his erection swell and pulse ecstatically and ooze a sticky wetness onto her thighs. Had he actually climaxed already, he wondered, or had he simply produced a surfeit of precome? It had been the former, Paul was almost sure from the sheer intensity of the sensation he’d experienced, but he couldn’t be certain. Either way he still felt amazingly excited.

Caroline didn’t let up; if anything, she increased the frequency and harshness of her blows. There was no let-up either in Paul’s erection; it was as throbbingly hard as ever. Caroline continued relentlessly, bringing her hand down on Paul’s backside with remorseless energy, following one stinging blow after another in quick succession.

When Caroline increased the momentum even further Paul began to tense and squirm and moan in pain. Did that perhaps make her ease off a little? Did it hell! She began to spank him with even greater ferocity and didn’t stop until his backside was coloured an even, angry red. Paul let out a wail as the full effect of the spanking spread through his body. He was in acute pain yet, and this was the amazing thing, he could never remember being as sexually excited as this in all his life. And – Jesus, he could hardly believe this – he actually felt disappointed when she stopped. Nothing could supersede this, he thought. Nothing. But Caroline was full of surprises that day.

‘Kneel on the floor,’ she told him and he did, immediately. ‘Lick all your come off my thighs and swallow it down.’ Yes, it wasn’t just precome but ejaculate he’d spilled on to Caroline, midway through the heavy spanking she’d given him, and there was an awful lot of it too. The spanking had made Paul so incredibly turned on that his cock had remained as fiercely erect after ejaculating as it had been when he’d first positioned himself over Caroline’s knee. But here was something else new and even more demeaning that she’d dreamt up for him to do. Paul obeyed Caroline’s order instantly, licking up his own come from her thighs greedily, swallowing – and wallowing in his own degradation. He was beyond all embarrassment now, way beyond it.

As soon as Paul had completed his humiliating task to Caroline’s satisfaction, she demanded that he get on the bed and lie on his back. When he did, his raging erection reared in the air obscenely, invitingly.

‘I want to fuck you now,’ Caroline said, her voice breathless, and that’s what she proceeded to do. A warm thrill swept through Paul as she sat on him, straddling his thighs. She went on to push his throbbing shaft into her sex, which was soaking wet. Caroline fucked Paul hard, her hips jacked and moving fluidly. She rode him in a mounting frenzy of desire until a colossal orgasm washed over her like a tsunami, flooding her whole body with wave after wave of ecstasy. At the same time convulsions began to shake Paul’s body and he was plunged into his own orgasm, his cock erupting again and pumping a stream of come deep into her sex.

And as Paul lay in Caroline’s arms in the afterglow, he thought back in stunned amazement to what they’d just done – correction, to what she had just done to him. He started to relive it all over again in his mind, and as he did so his cock began to stiffen all over again too.

‘What are you, Paul, insatiable?’ Caroline laughed when she registered this. But that is exactly what he proved to be from that time on – an insatiable masochist.

Chapter Three

THAT SPANKING WAS just the beginning. In the weeks and months that followed, Caroline progressed with the inevitability of night following day to disciplining Paul ever more harshly, first with a leather paddle, soon to be followed by a rattan cane, followed shortly after that in swift succession by a leather strap, a whip, and a cat o’ nine tails. But more still was to follow because after that she introduced nipple clamps, hot wax, anal play, and genital whipping into their sex games.

Before long it became all too clear that Paul was not just a masochist but deeply, profoundly masochistic, a real pain-slut, and that Caroline was not only sadistic but extremely so, more than a match for her lover’s masochistic cravings. The fact that Caroline had been the sexually dominant one right from the very start of their relationship suited Paul down to the ground. And as time went on, that was where they both increasingly felt he belonged: surrendering his will to his dominatrix, his goddess, his Mistress Divine …

It was a bright, warm afternoon and Caroline and Paul were in the bedroom. A slice of sunlight had backed through the thick net curtains that shrouded the room from prying eyes. Caroline was naked and Paul almost so, wearing only a slave’s collar of soft black leather. She was standing while he was on his hands and knees on the floor, licking and kissing her bare feet. Paul was in a state of delicious erotic anticipation of the punishment he knew was to come. His heart was pumping overtime, his palms sweating, his breathing spasmodic and his erect cock throbbed and oozed a rivulet of precome.

Eventually Caroline told Paul to stop kissing her feet. ‘It is time for you to be disciplined,’ she said, her voice charged like a battery. ‘You accept that, slave, don’t you?’

Paul made an effort to swallow. ‘Yes, Mistress,’ he replied. Paul gazed up at Caroline, the pupils of his submissive blue eyes wide. The look he gave her was full of adoration, desire and, yes, fear. Paul braced himself for what lay ahead, his heartbeat quickening even further.

Caroline picked up a leather flogger, feeling its weight and suppleness, and got behind Paul. She dragged the thongs of the whip back and forth across Paul’s backside for a few seconds and then made her first strike. The whip sang through the air and, when it landed, instantly inflamed his rear and the back of his thighs as it bit into his flesh.

Then she brought the whip down a second time and a third and fourth and fifth and on and on. Again and again the flogger seared his body and he squirmed and cringed. Caroline thrashed Paul’s rear until it shone like an angry sunset and he was shivering with pain … And then she stopped suddenly and told him to kneel up.

Caroline went on to place sharp-gripped metal clamps on Paul’s nipples, causing his handsome face to contort with discomfort. His nipples throbbed painfully, sending spasms of sensation directly to his pulsing shaft. Caroline stood back for a moment to admire her handiwork, a smile of cruel satisfaction playing around her sensuous lips.

Next she placed herself on her back on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. Her sex was splayed open, the petals of skin pulled aside. ‘Lick me,’ the dominatrix commanded of her kneeling slave who immediately shifted forward and obeyed, his tongue darting hot and slick over the wetness of her pussy.

‘Now use your fingers on me,’ she demanded, her feline green eyes gleaming with desire. Paul slid a finger to her clitoral hood and teased it round and around. He then pushed two fingers inside her vagina. He found her sweet spot and began really working it, setting the fire raging in her. Caroline moaned and her body shivered as she climaxed in rapturous delight.

Briefly sated, the dominatrix moved off the bed. She told Paul to lie on the bed on his front and, when he’d done this, she used black bondage rope to bind his wrists behind his back and his ankles together. By the time she’d finished tying him up he was breathing rapidly with both excitement and fear.

Caroline then picked up a leather paddle and raised it in the air. She brought it down against Paul’s backside with a heavy thud. The action forced a winded sigh from him. Then she landed another blow to his rear cheeks, and another and another. Caroline beat Paul’s backside unrelentingly until it was a glowing, fiery red again and the pain he was experiencing was so acute that he’d begun whimpering like a dog.

‘Silence, slave,’ Caroline demanded before pausing once more to admire her handiwork. She dipped her fingers between the wet folds of her pussy and masturbated furiously to another delicious climax at the vision of punished submission before her. At the same time Paul – in great pain but hugely aroused – wriggled and squirmed in his unyielding bondage.

Caroline at last removed the rope she’d used to bind Paul’s limbs. Then she told him to turn onto his back, at which point she took off his nipple clamps. The sudden rush of oxygen into the previously constricted flesh caused him acute pain – pain that he knew would be well nigh unbearable if he were not so sexually excited, as evidenced by his massively erect cock.

Finally, Caroline picked up a rattan cane and told Paul to get on his knees on the floor and masturbate while she caned him. She brought down the cane extremely hard the first time, its impact a pure scarlet spear of pain, as he began masturbating vigorously. And as the caning had started so it went on, each sting punishing and severe as she hurled the wooden implement against his striped flesh. Caroline continued to administer a severe beating to Paul’s backside with the rattan cane, her arm flashing up and down, while he, breathing heavily with the pain that was jolting through him, masturbated feverishly.

Paul was stroking himself more and more quickly; his heart was racing; his breath was now coming in rasps. After suffering even more punishing stripes and stroking himself ever more furiously, Paul emitted an excruciating cry before desperately gasping out, ‘Mercy, Mistress, please.’ At the same time he climaxed violently, spurting out copious amounts of creamy come.

Caroline ceased caning him then and threw the cane aside. She used her fingers, fast and furious, to bring herself to a last shuddering climax, moaning ecstatically all the while. The dominatrix gave out a final moan of orgasmic pleasure and then was done, spent. After that she and Paul got onto the bed where they lay together for a long, long time.

And as Paul lay there beside Caroline, he leant his head back into the pillow and let his mind drift, allowing his thoughts to wash over him. He got to wondering what the future might hold for Caroline and himself. They had already come such a long way in a relatively short time and yet they seemed to be on the threshold of so much more.

The couple had only recently entered the London fetish scene and had attended several BDSM clubs and parties in the capital. They’d both really enjoyed these kinky affairs, finding most of the people they’d met at them friendly and interesting – and some of them highly arousing. Paul looked forward to their venturing further into that fascinating secret world and discovering more of its hidden delights.

Caroline was a very creative person and had found an effective outlet for that creativity in BDSM. She’d also found it in writing. A genuinely gifted and original author, Caroline was at the start of her fiction writing career and had not long completed her first. . .