The Unexpected Owner

Book 0: The Reluctant Master Trilogy

by Bertram Fox

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance

Synopsis

Larry and Bella are preparing for their wedding. Larry is making a name for himself as the legal defender of the BDSM scene, and Rose is content to spend an occasional evening as his Number Two Slave while her bondage devices are launched on the market. But their comfortable ménage is about to be upset by the mysterious Felix Culpa. They know him as the entrepreneur funding Rose's inventions, but he has his own agenda: he has a secret grudge against Larry, and wants revenge by stealing his women for his own cruel use. Can the two women who have become sister-slaves escape his sadistic plans ? and will they want to?

Release date: March 27, 2014

Publisher: Accent Press

Print pages: 70

Sample

Chapter One

“Groundhog Day sub”, Bella thought, as she listened from the kitchen to the moans and cracks of leather on skin that resounded from the lounge. It was a good phrase: she must ask Rose’s permission to write it up. Every one of these scenes started as if nothing had ever happened before. Rose might be angrily defiant, or whimpering in shame and fear, or sullenly silent, but always as if it was the first time she’d been tied down at Larry’s mercy, and he happily joined in the game of breaking in a novice.

It reminded Bella uncomfortably of how her first master had lost interest in her once she was no longer a trainee slave. Did all dominant men, like Muslims, reckon that Heaven was a harem of perpetual virgins? And where did that leave women who were proud to grow and change?

She gave the gently simmering pot of four-bean chilli one last stir, put the lid on it, and took off her apron. She considered taking off her dressing gown as well, then pulled it tight around her rich, corseted figure with an angry scowl. She was absolutely not going to get into comparing Master’s attraction to her and to Rose: that was just inviting the green-eyed monster in.

Rose’s cries were tapering off, so Bella set the coffee pot on the heating pad on the tray beside the cups, cream, and sugar. Perfect service, she told herself as she carried it to the lounge, was an end in itself, it didn’t depend on ego strokes. Only it was nice, sometimes, to be sure that people noticed.

Larry was untying the older woman from her position, bent over the coffee table. Bella put the tray on a side table, composed herself on her knees with hands on her thighs in a waiting position both elegant and comfortable, and considered the sight of the man she was about to marry: lean and powerful in a trim business suit, his hard, red manhood standing out from his fly, shining with another woman’s sexual juices.

Once, she’d thought that serving a master while he enjoyed another slave would be the ultimate self-abnegation, but that had been when her ambition had been to become an O, a mindless submissive who existed only to be used. She could probably have lived that way if her former master had wanted it, but it would have been barely more living than the drunken depression she’d fallen into when he’d dumped her. Being a slave with a will of her own was a real life, but it took work.

Rose stood up, cowering, her skirt falling back over her bottom that glowed hot through her light brown skin. ‘You’ll do anything, you say?’ said Larry, his face alight with pleasure. ‘Strip.’

‘No, please …’ Rose’s face, already reddened and tear-streaked, crumpled in dismay. So, Bella thought, she was going to carry on being the shy victim for a while instead of flipping straight into happy submission. It wasn’t as simple as Groundhog Day; they might treat it that way, but Rose had changed. The first time, it had taken a marathon session of sexual domination to awaken her slave side. These days, all it took to switch off the tough self-reliant businesswoman was a bit of bum-beating and a fuck in bondage.

‘Do it!’ He shook the whip, and with a sob Rose began to unbutton her blouse, while he leered and joggled her breasts with the butt of the whip and waved his cock at her. For a sweet, caring guy, Bella thought, he was getting better at playing a bullying rapist. Every good man deserved a chance to act wicked with a clear conscience now and then.

Going to marry him  – what an amazing thought. She really wanted to believe that the ceremony that mattered had been the one where he’d put the gold chain round her neck and claimed her as his slave, that their visit to the registry office would be just a formality to make living together more convenient, but she couldn’t help feeling excited. It must be her mother’s influence. When Bella had told her she was engaged to a lawyer, she’d thought Mother was going into orgasm right there on the phone; all Bella’s past misdeeds had been forgiven at a stroke. Not just any lawyer, but one from Father’s old firm. ‘Remember that silly business in the summer, when the shop thought I’d stolen a bottle? Larry sorted it out, that’s how we met.’ Then he’d cured her of drinking and shoplifting by spanking her into obedience, but there was no need to go into that. Mother probably wouldn’t care if he branded her on both bum cheeks like Sir Stephen, so long as he was respectable and made an honest woman of her.

With repeated prods with Larry’s whip, Rose was taking off her bra, snuffling back tears. She shivered, gooseflesh puckering in one of the old house’s draughts, and he said to Bella, ‘Turn up the heat, slave, we can’t have our guest getting cold.’ He focused on her and seemed to notice her for the first time. ‘Is that why you’re wearing your gown?’

‘Yes, sir,’ said Bella with a volume of meaning. When she’d noticed the first chills of the year she’d thought of just fixing it, then of telling Master to; but she was still finding the right balance between obedience and initiative. So when she’d put on her dressing gown to answer the door to the postman, she’d kept it on, reckoning that when Master saw it he could punish her for it, then ask why. She watched him deduce all that.

‘When?’ he asked.

‘This morning.’

It would have been inappropriate to say “sorry” or “oops”, so he observed neutrally, ‘My mistake,’ but his erection sagged visibly.

Rose looked between the two of them. ‘It’s not Master’s fault,’ she said defensively, slipping from shamed victim to her default role of the loving Slave Éclair. ‘He’s been working hard.’ She dropped to her knees and began putting things right with devoted lips and hands.

Bella came to her feet with practised grace and hurried to the thermostat in the hall, then hung up her gown where it belonged by the door. When she returned, Larry was settled back on the sofa, eyes half closed in happy relaxation. Rose was still mostly using her hands, Bella noted with quiet smugness; she couldn’t get half as much of him down her throat as Bella could. Remembering a routine her first owner had taught her, she lifted her breasts with both hands and said, ‘Yours, master,’ leaning over the sofa to present them to him.

He smiled and sat up a little to kiss both nipples, taking time to suckle and tongue them in the way that worked best for her, and the background irritation that had been spoiling her day was washed away in a surge of joy. Her beloved, sexy master was enjoying her right along with the slave gobbling his cock, and – she noted with slightly guilty satisfaction – it was at the taste of her breasts that he shook and groaned a deep sigh, while below her. . .