Perfect Slave by Becky Bell Page B

upholstered stool. He was wearing the dark-blue silk robe and had a glass of brandy in his hand. There was a file on his lap. ‘Bring her here, Laurie, if you would.’
    Laurie marched Andrea to the chair. Andrea held her breath, waiting for her to say something.
    Hawksworth moved his hand, running it up the outside of Andrea’s leg to the top of the stockings. ‘Very pretty,’ he said. ‘Open your legs, girl.’
    Andrea spread her legs apart. Hawksworth’s eyes looked at her sex.
    â€˜Have you masturbated?’ he asked, as casually as if he were asking if she’d had a cup of tea.
    â€˜No, master,’ Andrea said with total conviction.
    â€˜Good.’ He ran his hand higher, until it was an inch away from her sex. His fingers traced around her soft skin. ‘Do you know your sex lips are already wet?’
    â€˜Yes, master.’ She hoped that wouldn’t be another black mark against her. Surely he didn’t expect her to be able to control that?
    â€˜What has caused it?’
    â€˜The thought of seeing you, master,’ she said at once.
    He smiled. ‘How perfectly charming. Get me another brandy would you, Laurie?’ He raised his glass and Laurie took it from him. There was a tantalus on a bow-fronted mahogany chest on the other side of the room, and Laurie walked across to it and poured the amber liquid.
    â€˜Laurie was a slave too, you know,’ he went on. ‘Not a very good slave, but she’s beautiful, isn’t she?’
    â€˜Yes, master,’ Andrea agreed truthfully.
    Laurie came back to the side of the armchair and gave Hawksworth his brandy.
    â€˜Why don’t you show Andrea just how beautiful you are, Laurie?’
    Laurie smiled. The cat-suit had a long zip from the apex of the V-neck to the crotch. The brunette pulled it down. She slipped off the ankle boots then pushed the silky material off her shoulders, and wriggled it down her legs. Under the cat-suit she was wearing a strapless bustier white satin bra, its long body cutting right down to her waist, a matching suspender-belt clipped to white stockings with lacy welts, and thong-cut panties. She had large breasts that swelled against the restraint of the bra, but her stomach was completely flat and her waist narrow. Her long legs were contoured by muscle, and her skin was deeply tanned and smooth. She had a small tattoo of a blue butterfly at the top of her left buttock.
    At the side of the chair was a pair of white high-heeled satin slippers, their toes decorated with a tuft of boa feather. Laurie slipped her feet into them.
    Andrea saw a look pass between her and Hawksworth, and he nodded. Nothing else needed to be said.
    Laurie walked to the chest of drawers at the side of the bed. As she stooped to open the top drawer the tiny triangle of satin at the back of the panties was stretched tightly over her oval buttocks. She took something out, and Andrea caught a glimpse of a thin metal chain, as the brunette came up behind Andrea.
    â€˜Begin,’ Hawksworth said.
    Laurie’s right hand came around Andrea’s body. Carefully it folded down the lacy bra cups that covered her breasts, tucking them under the flesh so they were still supported. Laurie’s fingers tweaked her nipples. They were already jutting out prominently.
    â€˜Let me,’ Hawksworth said.
    â€˜Kneel,’ Laurie ordered at once, pressing down on Andrea’s shoulders.
    Andrea sank to her knees a little awkwardly, without her arms to use for balance. Her whole body was trembling, her excitement extreme. For whatever reason Laurie had not told her master about her transgression, and now she could concentrate on showing him exactly how devoted she was to her submission.
    â€˜Keep your legs open,’ Hawksworth chided.
    Immediately Andrea squirmed her legs apart.
    Laurie took his brandy glass and the file from his lap and handed him the chain she’d taken from the bedside drawers.