Mistress Manor

Chapter Three

It took Marcus three months of going from his various houses that he still held the deeds to before he found her. The sleepy little town sat on the base at the cliffs where the manor rose into the mist. starting in the local pub he found out that she had hired a butler and at least one maid to take care of the house for her, but mainly kept to herself.

Marcus knocked on the large wooden door with his heart pounding in his throat. Would she take him back? Had they had enough time to work things out? Would she even want to see him let alone take him back? The door was answered by an elderly gentleman who bowed formally introducing himself as Charlie, seeing Marcus into the parlor as he went to find the Mistress. Marcus scanned the room as he waited. She had changed some things since they had last been here, but not much, she had always liked the style in which his houses were decorated. How long had she been back he wondered walking to the blazing fireplace.

The years without her had been long and hard, but he would leave the choice up to her. He turned when he heard a soft gasp from the doorway, she was breath taking, was all he could think. Her sable hair was loose around her golden toned shoulders, and her green eyes shown with desire and hope. He smiled a small smile and started towards her.

Bridgett stood in the doorway staring at the man she had run from all those years ago. Why had she thought that he couldn’t give her what she needed? Why had she thought she needed to do this alone? Marcus had always been there, from the first night he had taken her from that run-down tavern. He had taught her, loved her, and put up with her ups and downs over the years.

He still looked the same, she thought as he walked towards her, his jet-black hair just brushing his shoulders and his tanned toned skin was glowing as if he had been spending a lot of time in the sun. she smiled as his lips curved in a small smile of their own, and as he came within reach, she lifted her arm placing her palm on his chest. He was solid, and real, with a small sound in the back of her throat she threw both her arms around his neck holding on for dear life.

Marcus groaned crushing her against him loving the feel of her heat merging with his. Oh, how he had missed this just her body against his. It was heaven and hell mixed as one, pure bliss in his mind. Turning his head, he breathed in her scent loving it as he bit down on her throat, getting a sweet little gasp from her he slid his hands down her back gripping her ass inching her skirts up to her hips exposing her long legs before lifting her, so those luscious legs circled his waist and he ground his cock against her hot pussy. Oh lord, she was bare. He thought.

“Oh yes, more please.” She moaned throwing her head back gripping his hair pressing his lips closer to her flesh.

Marcus smiled walking with her over to the couch he laid her over the armrest keeping her hips close to his as her upper fell back at that odd angle leaving her hips up, and open for him. Reaching up he caught the bodice of her dress pulling it down to expose her gorgeous tits, he played kneading and plumping them before squeezing them together kneading again and pinching her nipples twisting back and forth. The little sounds she made getting him harder and harder with her hips rocking against his, rubbing teasingly. Sliding his hands down he pulled back just enough to free his cock, gripping it hard he teased her folds rubbing up and down coating his tip in her juicy wetness flicking at her clit before going back down to fuck into her hot gripping core. Groaning he bowed his head in bliss staying still just to feel her squeeze him tight, taking a breath while keeping his eyes closed, he fucked her long and hard. Jerking hard he came over and over as she screamed her release digging her nails into his forearms in a deathly grip that left blood seeping from his skin. Laughing in delight he lifted her up carrying her over to the rug in front of the fireplace where he collapsed on his back with her on top of him.

“It’s good to be home.” He kissed her throat and stroked her back as they both drifted off.

Over the next few weeks, they spent most of the time wrapped up in each other making love or just holding and petting. It’s as if they both didn’t believe that they were back together. Almost five weeks after they had found each other again they were sitting out on the patio in the warm summer sunset listening to the crashing of the waves at the base of the cliffs. The table was set beautifully with a wine-colored tablecloth, candles, and dinner setting for two with Charlie bringing each course out in turn bowing as he left each time. The candles set around casting a soft glow over everything, Marcus lightly stroke the top of Bridgett’s hand that lay on the table. When she turned it up and gripped his he smiled into his wine taking a sip.

“You have something on your mind, don’t you love.” He said circling his thumb on her inner wrist.

“I have an idea.” She said taking a sip from her glass in turn.

“And what is this idea.” He asked.

Bridgett grew quiet, staring at the table circling her wine glass causing the wine to swirl in the globe.

“Bridgett my love, what is it?” He asked trying to get her to look up.

“I’d like us to start a club of sorts. The club would be a bar and gambling hall, I’d also like us to start training submissives together auctioning them off for a night at a time to the highest bidder.” She took a drink from her glass squeezing at his hand.

“Together?” Marcus asked watching her face closely.

“Yes, together.” She said with a sigh and a small smile.

“Now there’s a smile I haven’t seen in a long time.” Marcus laughed as he stood.

With his free hand Marcus set her glass aside pulling her up to hug her close stroking her back as he began to sway her in a slow dance.

“Anything we do from here on out, we do together.” He said this as he nuzzled into her neck loving this woman even more.

“Always.” She breathed gripping his back snuggling closer into him.

Over the next six months Marcus and Bridgett worked on setting up the club and finding submissives to train with Bridgett taking the lead as the dominate one known as the Mistress. At the end of six months the club had become a favored hot spot for the wealthy locals, and on the night of the first auction they had five subs up for bid making a total of one hundred thousand dollars.

That night had been the first night since they had come back together that Marcus had taken Bridgett as a submissive, tying her to the table open and exposed he pinched and teased her nipples sucking and biting grinding his cock against her folds backing away as she started to beg only to return with a set of clamps and a wand. Setting the clamps, he kissed her naval circling it with his tongue before setting the wand on low placing it lightly on her clit to tease and madden. Keeping the wand in place as Bridgett mewled and whimpered Marcus knelt on the table between her quivering thighs taking his cock with his free hand, he began to stroke it hard more and more panting heavily. As he came shooting his cream across her abdomen, he pressed the wand into her clit causing her to scream as she came hard straining against her bounds panting and begging for more.

“Yes love, always more.” Marcus laughed standing up to unstrap her taking her over to the spanking bench.

Removing the clamps, he suckled each tit in turn soothing and teasing at the same time before laying her over the bench strapping her down petting her lovely body. before moving back to her upturned ass. Kneeling Marcus spread her cheeks and began slowly licking, flicking, and nipping devouring her pussy as if it were a dying man’s last meal. He groaned against her heated flesh the first time she came, continuing his teasing as her juices coated his face smiling as she shrieked when he bit at her clit sucking it hard causing her to come twice, and licking up to her puckered ass he licked at it moistening the entrance. Standing up he lubed his newly hardened cock by rubbing it through her soaked folds only to move it up to slowly work it in to her pulsing ass loving the tight grip, when he was all the way into the hilt, he stopped letting her milk his cock with her gripping ass. God, she felt so good, his pretty little girl he ran a hand up her arched back taking her hair he pulled his hips back and thrust once, twice, and a third time had him cumming hard in her oh so tight ass. He grunted and groaned thrusting until she came gripping him even tighter. Pulling away he kneaded her ass loving the sight of his cum dripping from her back hole.

Walking away he went to their rack of floggers, crops, and canes, selecting a leather flogger he returned to her striking her lovely ass over and over keeping her mewling so sweetly as he reddened her skin making her drip even more. Changing his angle, he struck her pussy lips getting a lovely scream from her once, then twice, dropping the flogger he moved to her head fucking his hard cock into her mouth forcing her to suck until he came again. Now he unbound her carrying her to the bed and they fell asleep tangled together.