Nobody's Hero by Kallypso Masters Page B

submissive kneeling here for
me. When I came into the room and saw you there, waiting gracefully
for me… Well done, kitten. Thank you.”
    His mixed messages threw her off guard, but
he seemed pleased now and that’s all that mattered. Karla’s head
leaned back and rested against his chest, giving him easier access
to her neck and breasts.
    “Remove the blouse.”
    Here we go .
    With shaking hands, she straightened her
spine again, pulling away from his warmth with reluctance. He
didn’t remove his hands from her breasts so she began unbuttoning
the blouse from the bottom. When her hands met his, he released her
breasts and unfastened the top two buttons for her. His wrists
brushed against her erect nipples, causing them to grow even more
rigid. He opened the blouse and cool air hit her skin; her nipples
puckered with need. Before she could finish removing the blouse,
his hands moved up again to cup the undersides of her lace-covered
breasts. Warm fingers and thumbs latched onto the hard peak,
squeezing hard.
    “Ahh!” The sensation sent all thought fleeing
from her mind. More . Her head lolled back against him and he
bent down to nuzzle her neck once more. His beard stubble abraded
her tender skin and sent bolts of electricity to her girly bits.
The pulse in her neck beat so strongly, surely he could feel it
against his lips.
    His right hand released her nipple and glided
down over her flat abdomen and over the filmy skirt. He found the
opening flap of the wrap-around skirt, and his hand slid between
her thighs as he moved up to the juncture where she felt herself
growing wetter. Karla held her breath. When his fingers came into
contact with the bit of fabric barely covering her pussy and clit,
she gasped. Touch me there . Instead, he followed the
waistband to the thong strap in the back.
    “Good girl.”
    Did he think she wouldn’t follow his
instructions? “Thank you, Sir.” The breathy sound of her voice
sounded seductive. She enjoyed being sexy for her Master.
    “Keep the skirt and thong on.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Let’s lose the blouse and bra, though.” He
placed her arms at her sides and pulled the blouse further open,
sliding the sleeves down and off her arms. The feel of the warm
silk and firm fingers against her skin sent a shiver up her spine.
She glanced up and was surprised to find their reflection on a wall
mirror she hadn’t noticed before. Ah, she realized. The curtain
below the shelf had been moved aside to reveal the mirror. He
brushed her hair aside and unhooked her bra, tugging on a loose
strand of hair. He left the scrap of lace hanging from the straps
as his warm hands slid around her and under the lace to cup her
bare breasts. She hissed when he pinched her nipples again.
    “I love touching your tits, kitten.”
    “Your kitten loves to have her tits touched
by you, Sir.” Her face grew red at speaking of herself in
third-person and using a word like tits, but she smiled anyway.
She’d read online that slaves often referred to themselves this
way. She and her breasts—or tits—were his property now.
    She hoped he was pleased with her body. Her
breasts weren’t overly large, but oh-so-sensitive when he touched
her now, as if he’d awakened them or something. She loved that he
loved having his hands on them.
    Master Adam released his hold and stood
behind her, then went to the shelves where she’d seen the bundles
of colorful rope. She waited. Warmth enveloped her, and she
realized he’d turned on a space heater.
    “Rope bondage is hard for someone who’s cold,
and you seem to be cold-natured, so I placed a space heater here to
keep you warm. Let me know if you’re too hot or too cold.”
    “Yes, Master. Thank you.” That he had thought
about her comfort pleased her, too. He wasn’t only concerned about
what he would gain from their scene. She’d seen some postings
online from some egomaniacal Masters who got into humiliating their
slaves and treating them like objects,