Fingers tug at the strap around my left thigh, as though twanging a garter. The already stretched pussy lip extends further under the biting teeth and I suck in air.The fingers release, the strap rebounding with an elastic Snap! Pain zigzags through the lip and I'm still yodelling a protest when a matching Snap! rattles through the other lip. But inside, something flips and convulses, gushing hot juices."That will do nicely."Hot flesh meets mine, my Master's mouth locking onto my gaping entrance. Inside I pulse, a wave rising, that ripples, rises, begins to surge and…He breaks away.Inside me, the vibe dies.Quivering and gasping, the wail shudders from my throat."Oh, no, my Love. I've not nearly finished with you yet."Inwardly I groan.Outwardly too…"Master, I need to come. Please let me…""All in good time, Elizabeth. Be patient. You know you'll reap the benefit in due course.""Master…"The buzzing thing inside me starts up again, drumming an arpeggio against my already twitc

"So, there's a gardener?" I ask."I've had someone in, tidying it up. But I've not done anything beyond that. I assumed you would want to make your stamp on it."I point to a break in the wall, a gate standing half-open. "What's through there?""Vegetable garden. Plenty of space there to supply anything we need if you wanted to do that?""Sounds lovely." Trotting across, I take a quick peek at turned soil, neatly planted with rows of beans and peas. A stand of raspberry canes takes up one corner. A large ironwork glasshouse another.A long pergola frames a path leading toward the far end of the garden; a green tunnel, blooming honeysuckle and passion flowers. We follow it, ducking rambling climbers. I snatch the scent of jasmine from here, the fragrance of lavender from there.In this green and perfumed bower, my Master pauses, looping an arm around my waist. "Come here…" He pulls me in close, his mouth falling on mine.Above us, a bird rustles and flutters in the tangled havoc of an a

As my Master unloads suitcases, I race around the house, exploring. Everything is beautiful. Everything is…Perfect…Upstairs, a suitcase in either hand, he nods me to a door. "I assume you'll want to sleep in the Master bedroom." Something in his tone makes me double-take to his expression. Mischief lurks behind a bland expression. Following his gaze, I open the door for him and step inside.It's a gorgeous room, not that I expect anything less now. Thick carpets. Walls in eggshell cream. Matching wardrobes, dressing table and drawers, all in beautiful french-polished timber.A basket chair hangs from the ceiling, overlooking the panorama outside. I pause in mid-step, eyeing the ceiling hook speculatively before being drawn back to the main feature…A four-poster bed…And it's huge.Heavy dark-wood posts, carved and whorled, support sturdy cross-posts. Curtains in a rich brocade swing from heavy-duty brass rings… Rings far in excess of what is needed to hang curtains.I trail fingers

Lips curving, eyes creasing, my Master's gaze briefly lifts to mine, then lowers again as he drops his face into my cleavage, mouthing over heating skin. A hand works up under the hem of my skirt, fingering into my panties. "Ah, wet already." Fingers probe, penetrating my liquefying entrance, pump me once, twice, then withdraw.He stands back, sucking his fingers with the air of one sampling a fine vintage. "Hmmm… Good, but you need a little more yet…" His eyes settle on my belt. "That's got to go."Fumbling at the buckle, he opens it, slips the belt free of the skirt and tosses it aside. Then, reaching around, he slides the skirt around, bringing the zipper to the front. Head tilting, he sucks in his cheeks then, with a hand to either side of the zipper, he grips and heaves.For a moment, the zipper resists. But only for a moment. The slider skitters down the teeth, the whole thing yawns to a Y, then the metal base-stop abandons the fight and the zipper rips apart. As it splits, the t

"Welcome back! Mr Haswell. Mrs Haswell." Beaming, my Master's PA, Francis, rises from the seat behind her desk, already moving for the coffee machine. "I do hope your honeymoon was everything you hoped for?""It was, Francis, yes," says my Master. "And thank you for the wedding gift." He gives her a lopsided smile. "I never suspected we would need personalised His and Hers socks until Elizabeth unwrapped the parcel."Her lips twitch. "What else do I give to the couple that has everything? Including now, the partner each so richly deserves." My inner glow at her words reflects in her warm smile.Crinkly-eyed, my Master jerks a thumb toward his office door. "Is there much waiting for me?"Francis pulls a face. "I filtered out as much as I could, and I've put anything that looks like a late-coming congratulations card in a separate pile on your desk. The main items for your immediate attention are a short letter from Alexander Thornton asking for clarification on some details with the Pen