Amber was nervous when her mate knocked on the door and led her into the suite. "I hope you wore your good underwear," Aaron joked quietly as he shut the door behind them, though even he wasn't quite sure whether he was serious or not. His friend Jamieson Cutter was in town for three months, an old university mate who was now apparently a business man- and bondage master of some kind who was looking for a slave for his stay in town. Amber had been appalled when Aaron had tentatively asked her if she'd consider meeting the man, but something about the idea had struck a chord and she'd agreed with a great deal of curiosity. And now she had entered his private apartment in the city, dressed in a sensible shirt and skirt ensemble with hands that only shook slightly.
He was a tall man, perhaps thirty-five years of age, and nothing of his outward appearance screamed anything other than 'business man'. However when she looked into his eyes for the first time she shivered, and sat down on the couch opposite him in uncharacteristic silence as her companion took the one next to him.
"So this is her," his deep voiced noted. "Her body has some nice lines, and there is strength there. What of her personality?"
Aaron gave her an odd look when she didn't butt in, and answered for her.
"Normally she's loud, confident and damn stubborn- how do you manage to have this effect on people?"
Jamieson chuckled, the midnight sound making Amber jump.
"Not all people, my friend, just a special few." He gestured to another man who was sitting quietly at the breakfast bar in the spacious kitchen. "This is Jeremey, my personal slave; please ignore his presence."
Amber gave this second man the once-over, taking in a very fit body clothed in linen trousers and a collared shirt and gorgeous features considering her with his gaze. When her eyes drifted back she found the Master watching her, and for no apparent reason she blushed and dropped her gaze.
"It's a pleasure to meet both of you."
Aaron snorted with disgust.
"Grow some backbone, Amber, I've never seen you this pathetic."
This time her chin came up and she literally snarled at him, bringing a chuckle from the other man.
"Much better. Now, take a turn about the room please, Miss Trent, I wish to see how you move."
Amber blinked in surprise but then gracefully got to her feet and walked towards the kitchen, turning back when he called softly to her.
"Are there any injuries you have sustained that I might need to know about, Miss Trent?" he asked when she was standing back in front of him.
Amber tilted her head to scrutinise him before she answered.
"Yes. A recurring lower back injury, and a badly sprained left ankle from earlier in the year. I find kneeling a problem."
Aaron chuckled at that.
"Some slave you'll make."
But his school friend sighed.
"It is not a matter on positions, my friend, mostly obedience. Notice Jeremey: he has sat quietly throughout this exchange, and he is also fully clothed. Some owners insist otherwise, but I am not that sort of man. Jeremey, come here."
The slave proved to be even taller than his owner, his strides easy and measured as he made his way over to them and stood beside Amber. His collar was thin, made of fine, stiff black leather with a simple, silver charm in the shape of a 'J'.
"How long have you been with me?" Jamieson asked.
"Three years, Master," the slave replied politely.
"And do you always obey?"
"Yes, Master, otherwise I am punished."
Aaron raised his eyebrows at that.
"How do you punish him?"
Noting Amber's barely-concealed interest at that question the other man smiled.
"Perhaps we will get around to showing you. Jeremey, take Miss Trent onto your lap, please."
And in no time at all he was settled on Amber's former couch with her securely perched on his knees. She didn't quite know how it had happened, but the approval on the Master's face was stirring odd feelings up in her stomach.
"Now remove her outer clothing, slowly please, as well as your shirt."
Damning the colour than spread across her skin Amber nevertheless allowed the older man to push her back to her feet and strip off her shirt and skirt, arching her body at the feel of his hands skimming her ribs and thighs. All the time she was aware of the catching up that Jamieson and Aaron were engaged in as they watched this process, seeming so inane compared to the show that was unfolding in front of them. She shifted uncomfortably on Jeremey's lap afterwards until his strong hands tightened to hold her in place and she looked up to find Jamieson watching her with a faint smile.
"You don't like sitting on people's laps, do you?"
"No, sir," she replied, resisting the urge to cover herself with her hands.
"Why?"
She met his unsettling eyes.
"Because I'm too big, sir, and I don't like to squash people."
The Master nodded.
"You have good instincts, little cat. You may continue to call me 'sir', though I warn you that failure to do so will earn you one lash."
Her eyes widened, and she looked to Aaron and then over her shoulder to Jeremey as if to ask them if what he said was true.
The male slave nodded slightly
"Is he aroused, Amber?"
Her eyes flicked to Aaron, but she nodded.
"Yes, sir."
