Erotic Weekend by Cheyenne McCray

how wet you get. I can just imagine how
good it’s going to be when I fuck you. Once you’ve earned it.”
    God, she wanted him now .
    “What—” She moaned again as he thrust three
fingers into her this time. “What do I have to do, Master?”
    “Earn it, baby.” His lips moved to her ear.
“You have to obey my commands, follow protocol, do all I ask of you, and submit
to me completely. And then you can have my cock inside you. I’ll fuck you until
you scream.”
    Andi shuddered from the combination of the
erotic words, her breasts free in the cool air, and his fingers thrusting into
her pussy. Her climax was building, coming on like a storm.
    “May I come, Master?” she asked while
barely being able to breathe.
    “No.” He didn’t let up on his strokes one
bit. “Part of your training is to learn to withhold your own pleasure for
mine.” His lips brushed her earlobe, and his voice was barely a murmur. “Your
responsibility is to see that I’m thoroughly pleased. And right now it pleases
me to touch you like this.”
    God, she was simply going to explode if he
kept teasing her. She fought to hold back her release, her muscles tense and
perspiration coating her skin. When he finally eased his fingers from her
pussy, she sagged in relief against him.
    He brought his hand up to his mouth and
sniffed. “Damn, you smell good, woman.” He slipped his fingers into his mouth
and tasted her juices. “And you taste,” he said after he withdrew his fingers,
“so good.”
    Andi shivered. She could smell her scent
mixed with his masculine musk and the sweet fragrance of the flowers above and
around them. They were in a paradise and it was only the two of them.
    She stilled as she heard voices and the
sound of footsteps. A gorgeous man and two women rounded the corner and entered
the little hideaway. Andi tried to turn away and to yank up her bra, but
Derrick stilled her.
    “Andi…” he said in that warning tone of
his. “Do I need to punish you more?”
    “No, Master,” she muttered, keeping her
eyes downcast and avoiding looking at the man and the women who reached them.
    From the corner of her eye she saw the two
women were on leashes, their eyes downcast, but without unhappy expressions on
their pretty faces. Instead they looked appreciatively at Andi’s breasts. The
slaves wore matching metal-studded leather bustiers baring their tummies,
skimpy panties, and thigh-high boots.
    The man smiled, his eyes raking her form as
Derrick slid her from his lap and forced her to stand in front of the trio,
before moving to stand at her side.
    “Derrick.” The man reached out his hand and
Derrick took it with a smile.
    “Josh,” he replied. “Just in time.”
    Andi’s gaze shot up to look at Derrick. She
quickly lowered her gaze again, her cheeks burning like wildfire.
    Derrick turned his gaze on her. “Greet
Master Josh, Andi.”
    She gave a bow from her shoulders. “My
pleasure to meet you, Master Josh.”
    “Your slave is quite lovely.” He reached out
and tweaked one of Andi’s nipples, twisting it between his thumb and
forefinger.
    Andi gasped and stepped back, her gaze
shooting up to meet his. “Stop!”
    Immediately she realized her error as
Derrick and the other Dom gave her looks that told her she had just made a very
big mistake.
    The Dom twisted her nipple harder, then
freed her as he looked to Derrick.
    Andi lowered her gaze and he sighed.
“Apologize to Master Josh.”
    She wanted nothing more than to slap the
crap out of both of them and knock the domineering looks right off their faces.
    Instead she kept her eyes downcast and
muttered, “My apologies, Master Josh.”
    “Of course, punishment is in order.”
Derrick focused his gaze on Master Josh.
    Josh turned to his two slaves. “Flogger.”
One of the women handed him a braided flogger with strips of leather that
looked much more menacing than what Derrick had used on her.
    “Turn around,” Master Josh said. “Place
your hands on