Master of the Opera, Act 3: Phantom Serenade by Jeffe Kennedy Read Free Book Online

for sex.
    “I’d like for you to let me whip you first. Will you allow it?”
    “Yes, Master. Whatever you ask.” And she meant it with all her soul.
    He helped her rise and bent her over the velvet-covered roll on the high back of the chaise, then told her to spread her legs as wide as she could. With clinking chain, he attached the cuffs at her ankles to the feet of the chair, stretching them widely. She hung over the chaise, the back pressing her hips high in the air, her breasts pendulous and heavy.
    He unfastened her wrists and guided her hands over her head, fastening them beneath the seat. Then his hands worked at her waist and the skirt fell free, leaving her bottom and spread sex exposed and vulnerable.
    Warm hands moved over the globes of her bottom but still didn’t touch her where she most craved it. Her straining thighs trembled with longing.
    Another brush of leather. The whip trailing over her skin, an ironic caress. When it left her, she held her breath, knowing the next touch would not be so gentle.
    It hissed through the air, then smacked her upturned ass. As if stunned, her nerves didn’t relay the pain immediately, delayed by shock. Then rivers of it spread out, hot fire shooting up her spine and down her spread thighs, and burrowed into her starving sex. She clenched her fists and screamed. Was still screaming when the second lash landed, and the third.
    She convulsed against the chaise, not knowing anything but the shrieking sensation of pain with such an ecstatic edge. Then his hot mouth was on her open sex, a blizzard of ecstasy that sent her into an immediate and rolling orgasm.
    Plunging against his mouth, she rode out the pleasure and pain, gutted by it, ripped open and sent flying.
    Surely never to be the same again.
     
    She drifted through a universe of black, with sparking stars and swirls of motion, but little else.
    Gradually she became aware that the Master had released her ankles and slipped her feet out of the high heels. He’d unlocked her wrists from the chaise and helped her stand, removing the blindfold, steadying her while she swayed on her feet, then setting her on the couch, the velvet soft against her bare skin, the lash marks on her bottom stinging with new life.
    He disappeared from view, then returned with a robe. He’d donned his gloves again, but his eyes were vivid behind the mask, full of blue fire.
    “If you like, I’ll loosen your corset laces so you can go behind the screen and change.”
    Blearily, her mind still unanchored, soaring on the pure rush, she took the plush robe from him and waited pliantly as he undid the laces from their tight knots. When the fabric started to slide away, she clutched the robe to her breasts, holding it secure.
    He soothed her with a kiss on her bare shoulder, reminding her without words that he hadn’t forgotten her rule, even if she had for a moment. Looking up over her shoulder, she caught his gaze and offered up her mouth for a kiss. She tasted herself on him, smoky salt, like a primordial sea. Indulging her, he held her against him, comforting hands on her waist, prolonging the kiss until she pulled away.
    “Christine,” he murmured, a deep vibrato of emotion thrumming through her name.
    “Yes, Master,” she answered.
    When she emerged from behind the screen, wearing nothing but the silk robe and the collar and cuffs, he had settled into a leather armchair. He pointed to the floor between his knees and she knelt, easily, naturally. In the moment, it all seemed right. She felt trembling and new, still damp from emergence, fragile wings drying.
    “Are you all right?” He inquired it of her with gravity, another ritual.
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Excellent. You will return tomorrow night at the same time.”
    Her mind spun, gaining no traction. What day was tomorrow? It was as if she’d forgotten any other existence but this one.
    “Are we done?”
    He caressed her cheek. “For tonight, yes.”
    “But you didn’t—”