To Seek a Master by Monica Belle Page A

was nearly an hour ago.’
    He chuckled.
    ‘The Horseshoes is well known as a rendezvous. There’s a piece of forestry land a couple of miles away, which is, shall we say, equally well known. I suspect that’s where they’ve been.’
    ‘I’m sure it is.’
    Laura hesitated, spinning the stem of her empty glass between finger and thumb as she wondered if she dared suggest a visit. He smiled, once again seeming to read her thoughts, extending one hand to gently stroke her fingers as he spoke.
    ‘Would you like to?’
    Laura nodded, a sudden, urgent motion, making no effort to conceal her passion. His smile grew a trifle broader and he squeezed her hand, then rose to pay the bill. Alone for a moment, she was sure that everybody else in the pub knew exactly what was going on, despite nobody paying any obvious attention at all. Not that she really cared. She was ready, and it had been too long.
    He came back and took her by the hand, Laura walking as if she was in a dream as she allowed herself to be led to his car. It was new, the inside still rich with the smell of leather, the air warm and still. She relaxed, feeling safe and confident now that she was sure she had his attention, also naughty. Turning to him with a smile as they set off, she began to undo the buttons of her blouse, making it very clear that she was fully available and needed no further cajoling. His response was a knowing, amused chuckle.
    The plantation was just minutes away, a stand of mature poplars and pines cut through by broad gravel roads, arrow straight but with turning places every so often that might have been designed for lovers in cars. He chose one well in from the road, but instead of taking Laura into his arms as she had been hoping, he climbed out, beckoning her to follow. She obeyed, not wanting to spoil the experience, but gave a squeak of alarm as he immediately pressed her against the side of the car, his hands circling her waist beneath her open blouse.
    ‘Won’t somebody see?’
    ‘Maybe, another couple.’
    He’d undone her bra as he spoke and the next instant her breasts were bare to the cool forest air. She tried to speak, not at all sure if she wanted to put on a show for other people, but he had taken one nipple between his lips and her voice came as a gasp. He was going to have her, just the way he wanted, and in the open, something so in tune with her fantasies she had quickly abandoned all thought of resistance.
    ‘OK, do it … do as you like.’
    ‘I intend to.’
    He’d spoken as his mouth left her chest, but he stayed down, adjusting her clothes and kissing her flesh as it came bare, confident in his right to do as he pleased. Laura shut her eyes, holding him gently as she was exposed, her blouse opened wide to leave her bare breasts thrust high, her skirt rolled up to show her stockings, her suspenders straps, her knickers. A single, firm kiss was planted on the mound of her sex and he spoke again.
    ‘Stockings and suspenders, I see. I do like an old-fashioned girl.’
    Laura tried to answer, but again her words came out as a gasp. He’d tugged her knickers down, in one sudden motion, exposing her to his mouth. Her legs began to shake as she was licked, her breathing growing deeper and harder by the moment, until she was sure she was going to come.
    ‘Don’t stop, please.’
    He pulled away.
    ‘Greedy girl, Laura.’
    The tone of gentle admonishment in his voice was exactly what she needed as he set to work again. A few more words with that same easy authority would have been perfect, but her imagination had no trouble in keeping up. He was doing wonderful things with his tongue as she imagined how it could have been, for him to call her a greedy girl, just as he had done, but to refuse her request, then to tell her what happened to greedy girls, how greedy girls needed their bottoms smacked before being made to suck cock.
    She cried out when she started to come, her fingers locked in his hair as her orgasm