Gilles walked to the door, smiling as he saw Sasha standing nervously on the step.

“Hello Sasha. You look absolutely beautiful, come in.” Gilles took her bag as he spoke, and, with his free hand, beckoned Sasha into the house. 

“You have a lovely home, Sir.” Sasha looked around a large open-plan room as they walked in. The main living area had clearly been decorated with taste and a good eye for detail.

“Thank you, the credit belongs to my wife really. She arranged all the interiors. At no small expense to me mind you.” Gilles added with a gentle laugh. 

Sasha felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of his wife, and instinctively glanced at her own wedding ring before she heard Gilles continue.

“Come, let me show you to your room.”

Gilles picked up Sasha’s bag and they headed down a small corridor, looking in on a dining room and study before they reached the guest bedroom.

“This is your room, with the ensuite bathroom.” Gilles put Sasha’s bag on the bed as he spoke.

“I shall let you settle in, Sasha. Come to the living room when you are ready. You will find your attire in the top drawer there.” He gestured to a wooden chest and smiled.

Left alone, Sasha looked around the bedroom and used the bathroom. Her heart beat as she finally summoned up the courage to look in the drawer Gilles had indicated. Sasha picked up a pair of black panties and held them up. A slightly boyish cut she observed, like a small pair of boxers, although the material was lacy and feminine. It was the only item in the drawer.

Within a few minutes, Sasha was walking to the living room. Gilles looked up at her as she entered.

“What a picture you are, Sasha, absolutely stunning.” Gilles smiled approvingly, putting his drink on the table and rising to greet her.

“Oh, Sir, please do not stand. I know you have been busy and must be tired. Sit down and let me look after you. Can I refresh your drink?” Sasha asked politely.

“No, that’s alright, my girl,” Gilles responded, sitting back down as Sasha moved behind his chair before putting her hands on his shoulders.

“I can feel your shoulders are so tight, Sir.” Sasha kneaded his muscles through the thin white shirt. Gilles let his head sink back into his chair.

Sasha pressed her fingers into his neck gently, hearing a gentle click as she massaged the top of his vertebrae.

“Oh, I felt that! You have a wonderful touch, Sasha.” Gilles closed his eyes, enjoying the attention.

“Perhaps my master would like a full massage?” Sasha looked down at Gilles as she spoke, noticing his hips move slightly. She took that as a positive sign.

“Yes, you are right, my little one. Let’s go to your room and you may carry on with this charming treatment.” Gilles gently lifted her hand from his shirt and stood up. Taking her hand, he led Sasha down the corridor to the bedroom.

In the room, Sasha dropped to her knees and waited silently as Gilles removed his shirt and trousers. Sasha’s stomach fluttered as he unclipped his belt, the sight of that accessory bringing back some painful recent memories. Gilles stripped to his boxer shorts and placed his clothes neatly on a chair before lying down on the bed.

Sasha rose to her feet and stood over her master. She began working her hands down his back. Gilles lay still, murmuring occasionally as Sasha tenderly probed her fingers into his knotted muscles. After some minutes, she began to mix in gentle kisses on his back, bringing more contented sighs from Gilles.

“Is the pressure ok, Master?" Sasha asked him soothingly. "Tell me if I should go softer or more firmly.”

“It is perfect, Sasha,” Gilles responded happily, as her fingers probed the waistband of his shorts.

“May I remove these, Sir, and work on your bottom?” Sasha knew she must always check before handling her master’s clothing. Gilles nodded his assent and Sasha slid his underwear down his legs and over his feet.

Lowering her mouth, she kissed Gilles’ buttocks as her fingers continued massaging his lower back. Sasha felt her panties dampen as her lips met his skin, and her nostrils detected the scent of his arousal.

“Ummmm, delicious, my little one.” Gilles' voice was barely above a whisper.

Sasha carried on down his body, kissing the back of his thighs and calves and massaging each one in turn. Finally, she reached his feet and worked her fingers into the soles as she kissed and sucked each of his toes in turn.

“I think it is time to turn over, Sir, and let me work on your front.”

Sasha put a hand on Gilles’ hip and he rolled over. His impressive erection was immediately apparent. Sasha stayed silent as she moved herself over his body and pressed her fingers into his upper arms.

Moving her way down, Sasha worked her fingers in between his ribs probing his abdominal muscles and running her hand over his firm, flat stomach.

“Does my master wish me to carry on with my hands?” Sasha looked at Gilles’ face as she took a gentle grip of his erect cock. “I could treat this stiffness with other techniques.” Sasha smiled flirtatiously at her lover.

“Hmmm, and what techniques do you suggest, my girl?” Gilles held her gaze as he replied.

“Well, I could take it in my mouth. Or, I could straddle you and impale myself onto this very stiff cock.” Sasha was blushing and bit her lower lip gently as she spoke.

“Hmmmm, I think you had better impale yourself." Gilles lifted his hips as he spoke, and used a hand to prise the crotch of Sasha’s panties to one side as she climbed onto him.  

Her soaking wet pussy, and the firmness of his penis, meant Sasha slid very easily onto Gilles. She shoved her hips down and her bum settled on the top of his thighs. Gilles groaned in pleasure. Sasha quickly lifted herself back up and repeated the motion, grinding herself onto her lover’s cock.

Sasha settled into a quick, but steady, rhythm as she hammered herself up and down on Gilles' body. Her master reached up with his hands, pinching her nipples hard, causing Sasha to squeal in an ecstatic mix of pain and pleasure. She felt her panties rippling slightly as his cock slid up and down, which only added to her arousal.

“Oh my god!” Sasha yelled as she felt her orgasm race up on her. Gilles pulled her nipples even harder and thrust his cock into her as forcefully as he could. It was all too much for Sasha and her body shuddered uncontrollably. Jolting on top of Gilles, held firmly in place by her nipples, Sasha came ferociously and loudly.

Gilles’ climax did not take long. With a deep, low growl, he ejaculated inside her. Sasha felt his cock pulsing as he pumped semen deep in her womb. Sasha squeezed her vaginal walls, adding to the intensity of his orgasm.

Finally spent, Sasha collapsed on her master. Her breathing began to slow and she wound an arm round his body before nuzzling her face into his chest.

“Wow, that was incredible. You do things to me that nobody could imagine.” Sasha looked doe-eyed at him, as Gilles leant his head back in a contented post-coital state.

Sasha kissed his shoulders and chest softly as they cuddled. After a few minutes, she moved her arm off Gilles and rolled away from him.

“I think I should go and clean myself up,” Sasha murmured, gazing adoringly at Gilles. “I have been looking forward to using that walk-in shower of yours.”

“Not so fast, girl.” Gilles put a hand on her thigh as Sasha began to rise from the bed.

“The only cleaning up you will be doing right now is taking care of this mess.” Gilles’ voice carried a hint of threat as he subtly inclined his head towards his stomach.

Sasha knew what was expected of her. Obediently, she lowered her head and licked up a small pool of fluid that had dribbled onto his belly. The taste of her own sex mixed with his semen was one she was becoming very familiar with.

Lowering her mouth, she lapped gently at Gilles’ now flaccid manhood.

"Yes, girl, clean me thoroughly. Then we will deal with your behaviour. You completely forgot yourself, didn’t you? How dare you cum without my permission, you self-indulgent slut?" Gilles' voice carried a clear menace now, and Sasha felt the feel-good sex endorphins draining from her as the meaning of his words sunk in.  

“I’m so sorry, Sir. I could not help myself, you turned me on so much.” Sasha looked up from his groin with pleading in her eyes.

“Stop whining like a brat. Finish licking me clean, then I will deal with you,” Gilles replied, holding Sasha’s gaze as he spoke.

Sasha’s heart sank as she returned her attention to her master’s cock. His penis no longer glistened with fluid, but she carefully lapped and licked at it hoping he would be satisfied with her efforts.

As Sasha performed her duties, Gilles lay silent for what seemed an age, but was probably only a minute or two. Finally, Sasha felt him stir. He grabbed her by her ponytail, lifting her from the bed and then propelled her down to her knees.

“Go to the master bedroom, you will find a black holdall in the wardrobe. Fetch it and return here.” Gilles kept hold of her hair as he dragged her across the room before dumping her outside the bedroom door.

to be continued ...