Maggie and the Master by Sarah Fisher Page A

nothing to halt his invasive touch.
    â€˜Help yourself,’ said Max. ‘I’m going down to the bar for a drink. You can do whatever you like, just don’t fuck her.’
    Alone with the driver Maggie’s heart pounded furiously; ridiculous though it was she already held some trust for Max Jordan, but not this other man. He removed his fingers, and she felt his tongue lapping the backs of her thighs and then wriggle into her sex. She gasped at the intensity and intimacy of the touch, his nose nudging her puckered rear entrance as he devoured her.
    She felt shamefully uncomfortable, but there were the first flickers of renewed pleasure too. She cringed; had her body no shame at all? Guido slid a finger up to caress her clit, and she moaned as he brushed the tight little peak. It was all the encouragement he needed. He began to lap at her quim and then worked further up along the sensitive bridge of flesh between her sex and the forbidden entrance above. Maggie whined in horror, trying to wriggle away from him, and then gasped as his tongue brushed over her anus, lapping and teasing.
    â€˜Oh!’ she gasped. ‘No, please don’t. Oh!’ But her protests seemed to make his tongue work all the more diligently while his fingers teased her pleasure bud.
    â€˜Please don’t… please don’t,’ she whispered, his tongue driving her mad with need. It felt wonderful and awful at the same time.
    â€˜Enough, Guido,’ said a familiar voice. ‘We can’t have Miss Howard enjoying herself too much, now can we?’
    The driver pulled away, leaving Maggie hanging, her sex wet and ready for more, her bottom slick with his saliva.
    â€˜Look at you, you filthy little whore,’ Max Jordan sniggered, and without prelude he pressed a finger into the tight confines of her rectum. Maggie cried out in shock, her body fighting the invasion.
    â€˜Nice and tight,’ he concluded. ‘Maybe a little too tight at the moment for what I have in mind, but we can cure that. Have you ever been fucked in the arse, Maggie?’
    â€˜No,’ she gasped in horror, aware that her body was clutching his intrusive digit. Another finger slipped into her sex, the fullness and the intense sensations making her feel heady.
    â€˜I like to bugger my slaves,’ he mused. ‘It’s my own special place, somewhere that’s mine and mine alone - no other man is allowed to fuck you there. They can fuck your cunt, fuck your mouth, fuck your tits, but your arse is mine.’
    Maggie shivered; it seemed appalling and unnerving that such a sophisticated man could speak so crudely about her body, and his desires and plans to use and abuse it. His fingers left her.
    â€˜I think that is enough for now,’ he said, as casually as if they were taking an afternoon stroll. ‘Get up.’
    A little unsteadily, Maggie got to her feet.
    â€˜Now,’ he said, ‘before we go any further…’ Maggie looked up at him expectantly, and saw the intent in his eyes. ‘Every slave I take on must sign a contract.’
    â€˜A contract?’ she echoed uncertainly.
    â€˜Be quiet. I have warned you about speaking so freely. I take no one on without a contract, and once it is signed you are committed to it. I consider it a legally binding contract and so should you. And you also have to understand that at the end of your training, I will sell you.’
    Despite everything that had happened Maggie found this revelation unbelievable. It was preposterous, some sort of a joke. No one in their right mind signed themselves away under someone else’s rule.
    Max continued. ‘I am a firm master, but fair,’ he told her. ‘I understand what you need but I won’t rush you to achieve it.’
    Maggie squashed the look of derision that threatened. What man ever really knew what a girl wanted?
    He raised an eyebrow, as if anticipating a question, and when none came he