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Jemma didn't want to attend the reception, but she knew it would be good for business. She decided to go because she really wanted to meet the guest of honor, Liam Shaunessy. He was a powerful financier, and rumored to be the spin-doctor who made or broke businesses with a nod of his head.

Several of Jemma's business associates were deep in discussion with Liam when she entered the ballroom. Jemma had never seen a man who affected her so profoundly. What was it? His eyes saw through her, made her knees weak.

Liam took Jemma's hand and raised it to his lips. "Jemma Devereaux. The Jemma Collection. How is it our paths have never crossed before?"

Jemma couldn't speak. She knew she was in the presence of great power. It was different from anything she had known before. Powerful men didn't intimidate her, but this powerful man made her want! "Come with me to a quiet place. I want to hear your thoughts."

Jemma followed Liam to the enclosed balcony. It was so unlike her to follow without question. Liam closed the door and turned to Jemma.

"You are exquisite. Your name suits you. You are a very beautiful woman."

Jemma knew that if she tried to speak she would say something utterly ridiculous. Liam put the tips of his fingers under her chin, tilted her head back, and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Jemma shifted her weight uneasily from foot to foot. Her knees were weak. Liam laughed out loud. He knew what effect he was having on her.

"Remove your panties and give them to me." Jemma gave Liam a startled look. "I can't. I'm not wearing any."

Liam gave a deep-throated chuckle.

"From now on, you will always wear panties when we are out, and when I ask you to remove them, you will do so. Is that understood?"

Jemma nodded. She couldn't understand why she was letting this stranger speak to her this way. She felt that she would do anything he asked.

Jemma could feel the wetness forming in her cunt. It embarrassed her, but she wanted Liam to notice. She wanted him to know how he was making her feel. She didn't have to wait long. With his left hand still cupping her ass, his right hand searched between her legs for the center of her being. He smiled when he found her wet pussy.

"My, my. I think little Jemma is happy to see Liam."

Jemma pushed her cunt onto his hand, inviting him to explore further. Instead, he removed both his hands from under her dress, and stepped away from her.

"Well, my pretty thing. I think we need to remove ourselves from this place. Say your good-byes and meet me at the elevator in ten minutes."

Jemma gathered her things and went to the elevator immediately. Business was the furthest thing from her mind. She wanted more of Liam. She wanted him now.

"You belong to me now, Jemma. Do you understand?"

Jemma nodded silently. She felt compelled to be with him. To do anything he asked. She felt a need for him. She knew he was what she had been looking for all her life.

They exited the elevator at the hotel lobby. Liam nodded to the doorman. A long black limousine pulled up to the hotel. A uniformed chauffeur got out and opened the back door. Liam said to Jemma,"Remove your dress please. You won.t be needing it." A look of astonishment crossed Jemma's face.

"I'm not taking by dress off here, on the street!.

"Of course you are," said Liam, "And you are going to take it off right now."

Jemma bent down, grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it off over her head. The doorman looked on with sheer disbelief when he saw Jemma standing on the sidewalk wearing only a bra, garter belt, stockings, and high-heeled pumps. The chauffeur didn't even blink.

"Get into the car," said Liam. "And sit on your hands. Under no circumstances are you to remove your hands from under yourself."

Jemma got into the car and moved as far across the seat as she could. She sat straight up, with her hands under her buttocks.

Liam got in and sat close to the door, in the corner, where he could get a good look at Jemma. The chauffeur got into the front seat and used a button on the dashboard to raise a glass partition between his compartment and the rear of the limousine.

Liam stared at Jemma, and she turned her face to meet his gaze.

"Do not look at me unless I tell you to, he said.

He reached over and undid the front clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts. He ran the palm of his hand over her right breast. The nipple stiffened, and Jemma could feel the familiar wetness between her legs. She was proud of her breasts. They were just large enough to have substance, but not large enough to sag. Liam pinched her nipple, and almost cruelly twisted it until Jemma winced in pain. It hurt, but at the same time made her want more. She wanted Liam to touch her, to feel her, to know all of her. He forced his hand between her legs, into her cunt. Jemma let her legs relax, to give him easy access. She wanted to look, but dared not. Liam inserted the long middle finger of his right hand and fucked her with it. In and out. In. and out. Slowly at first. Then faster. Faster. Then he stopped.

Jemma let out an involuntary groan. She wanted more. She wanted him to fuck her with his hand. She wanted to come. Jemma wasn't used to depending on someone else for her orgasms. She had them as she wanted them. Liam made it clear without words that she was not to come. Not until he decided she could. He withdrew his finger and brought it to her mouth.

"Taste yourself Jemma. Taste how sweet you are."

Liam stuck his finer into Jemma's mouth. She sucked hungrily at it, but she wanted more. She wanted him. Then, the limousine came to a stop.

"Ah. We're home."

A uniformed maid stood in the doorway.

"Good evening sir. Good to have you home.." She made no mention of Jemma.

"That will be all for this evening Emily. Please see that the guest room is prepared for Miss Jemma, and then you may retire for the evening."

Guest room? Jemma wasn't prepared for those words. She assumed she would be spending the night with Liam. She had been eagerly anticipating how the night would go. Her body was aching for his touch, her cunt soaked with the juice of lust.

Jemma didn't say a word. The loss of power was exciting to her. She was determined to see where Liam was taking her. She thought for sure that Liam would want to fuck her, but in all this time she had not said a word. She knew Liam would be displeased if she were to speak.

"You've been very good about not asking questions," said Liam, "so I'm assuming this arrangement is agreeable to you. What I propose is that you stay with me for a period of two weeks. You will not leave this house in that time. Your office will be notified that you are taking a short vacation.I know enough about your company to know that you have good people in key positions. I have no intention of trying to take over the operation of your business. It is you that I want, and you will devote yourself to me. I will make all decisions of a personal nature for you. Body, mind and soul. You will learn to obey my every order without question. Everything we do in this house will be designed to heighten your sexual awareness, to show you the pleasure that you deserve. You will learn to enjoy me, and to enjoy yourself. Is this arrangement agreeable to you?"

Jemma nodded silently. She didn't trust her voice. She ached to have him touch her.

"One more thing Jemma. While we are under this roof, you will address me as 'Master.' Never use my name. You will not speak without using 'Master' in the sentence. You will learn how to behave over time. You will enjoy your lessons as much as I will enjoy teaching you. You have learned enough for tonight. I will show you to your bed."

Jemma followed her master up the stairs. He led her into a pretty room, with a very large bed, covered in a white duvet. He pulled the covers back and indicated to Jemma that she should get in. Liam gently tweaked each of Jemma's nipples in turn, and pulled the covers up to her chin.

"Goodnight sweet Jemma. Pleasant dreams."

Jemma felt an odd sense of peace as she closed her eyes and welcomed sleep. Sometime later she awoke, aware that something had changed in the room. She could feel a presence, but couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, she became aware of a small beam of light shining in her eyes. She couldn't see where the light was coming from, but she could feel it on her face. Her hand touched her cheek where the light hit, and as she did so, the light began to move, across her cheek and along her jawbone. Her fingers followed the path of the light. Fully awake, Jemma moved to see where the light was coming from, but all she could see was the light, blindingly bright.

The light landed on her mouth. She ran her finger along her top lip, barely touching the surface. The tiny hairs on her upper lip bristled at her touch. She didn't understand what compelled her to play the game with the light. It was something she felt she must do. The beam slowly moved across her chin, down the underside of her neck, across her shoulder.

She felt an involuntary shudder and a sudden wetness between her legs. She tried to touch herself, but the shaft of light stopped her. She felt that she must do what the light told her to do. She was encouraged to stroke her shoulders, to feel her prominent collar bone. The light landed on the pulse at the base of her neck. Jemma felt the pulse, the beat of her own heart.

The light moved down, to her breasts. It circled each breast, and she used both hands to caress them, to run her palms lightly over the surface. Her nipples reacted immediately, swelling at her touch, becoming hard and sensitive. The light drew a circle around each nipple, and she took each one between her thumb and forefinger and lightly pinched and pulled each one. The light drew a line from her mouth to her breast. Jemma pushed her right breast toward her mouth, and touched the nipple with the tip of her tongue.

An electric shock charges through her, her hips rose off the bed, seeking relief from something. Anything. But there was nothing there. Nothing but the probing light, telling her to touch herself, to stroke her pussy, to feel the softness of the skin.

All of Jemma's senses were on overload. She was straining to hear. To know where the light was coming from. But the room was so dark. Only the light was visible, and the skin on which it shown. She was so wet. She wanted to come so badly, but the light wouldn't let her touch herself.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her wrist. The light was shining in her eyes. She couldn't see. She could only feel the hand.

Something was tied around her wrist, fastening her hand to the bed. Then the other wrist. She couldn't move her upper body. The light was still shining in her eyes. She couldn't see. She panicked. What was happening?

The hand grabbed an ankle, and tied it to the bed. The hand forced her legs apart, and tied the other ankle to the bed.

She tried to kick the hand away. It was too strong. She was helpless. The light shown relentlessly in her eyes, keeping her from seeing anything. Her only choice was to close her eyes.

The light was blinding her and it hurt. Unseen hands gently lifted her head from the pillow, and tied a silk scarf around her eyes. Now there was no way she could see. Another scarf was tied around her mouth. She couldn't cry out. She could whimper. She was afraid, but strangely excited. Her pussy showed her how much she liked what was happening. She was so wet, and she needed to touch herself, but she couldn't. She couldn't move.

Jemma felt something on her face. Something soft, light strokes barely touching the skin, heightening her awareness, making her want more. Her body arched to meet the touch, but it was so elusive, and she really couldn't move. The phantom moved across her face, along her jaw, up to her ear. She felt a warm, moist breath at her ear, but she couldn't move her head to meet it. It wouldn't touch her. She wanted it. She needed it. She wanted to scream out, but all she could do was moan. And the phantom wasn't listening.

Suddenly the touch changed. Jemma felt something hot. A tiny drop of pain on her breast. An exquisite pain. Another. Another. Another. What was happening? Where was this heat coming from? Why was it so precise? Tiny drops of heat around each nipple, around, but never on. She could feel her nipples straining, swelling, wanting. Wanting more.

Then she knew. Wax. Wax from a candle, dropping to her skin as it melted. The phantom was an artist. He knew where to place the wax and knew where the heat would serve her best. The throbbing in her pussy was painful. She craved release. ."Please! Help me!"

The phantom didn't listen. He would not hear her cries. Then, a new impression. Something on her belly. A prickly sensation, moving across her stomach, up her rib cage, into her armpits.

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god! I can't stand this!"

It didn't stop. Relentlessly teasing her, every hair on her torso alert. All her nerves on edge. Her gut was hot, wanting more. Wanting to feel the exquisite pain of orgasm.

A feather. Yes. It was a feather. The feather kept moving, driving her to the point of hysteria. Then it stopped.

Without warning Jemma felt hot breath on her clit. Hot breath, but no contact. Her knees were drawn up and out. Laying flat on the bed. She was so exposed. So vulnerable. A tongue. Was that it? Yes. A tongue on her clit, barely touching the tip. A warm gush of liquid filled her pussy. She wanted more.

"Please. Don't do this! Help me!"

All Jemma could feel was the tongue. No hands. No face. Just a tongue. Pushing its way into her. Hot. So very hot. So smooth. The muscles of her cunt tried to grasp it. To capture it. But it backed away. Jemma fought against the restraints. She wanted to be free. She wanted to pull the tongue back to her pussy. To feel it on her clit. To taste it in her mouth. The phantom knew that. And it wouldn't cooperate.

Jemma felt a bare hand on her pussy. A smooth bare hand, stroking the skin, touching her inner thighs, stroking from her knees upward to the opening itself. At last. A contact she recognized. She is so exposed. Her pussy is open and swollen. She feels first one finger, in, and out. And in. And out.

"Please! I need more. I want more!"

Another finger joined the first; she felt a thumb on her clit. Gentle pressure, not really touching, fingers thrusting in and out, thumb circling her clit, applying pressure, backing off, more pressure. Less. None.

"Oh, please; don't stop; don't stop; don.t stop. Please...."

The movement began again. She knew the phantom hand was soaked with her juice. She felt it running underneath her. Now the tongue returned and Jemma felt the heat building in her gut, her scalp was hot. Her arms. Her legs. Her belly. The electricity built until she felt she would explode. The phantom mouth sucked her clit in, the tongue flicked at the tiny marble point. The fingers pressed into her. Pressing. Pressing. Licking. Biting. It was coming. She felt it.

Jemma tried to arch her back to meet the tongue; the fingers touch a spot deep within her pussy, and at last...at last. release. Wave after wave after wave of hot white light. Scalp to toes. Thrusting against the hand. Fucking the phantom hand. Soaking it. Clutching it. Pulling it in. Jemma couldn't breathe. She fought for breath. A hand untied the scarf around her mouth, and she cried out in blissful pain. Coming down. Slowly. Breath ragged, gasping, fighting for oxygen. The phantom removed the blindfold. Jemma's eyes tried to adjust to the light. A small lamp by the bed cast a warm glow around the room. She looked up to see Liam's eyes smiling back at her.

He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. But still, he did not untie her.

Without speaking, Liam drew a line with his finger, from the base of Jemma' s neck, around her breasts, down to her belly button... around the perimeter, pressing into the center. Such a strange sensation. He looked so distant; so detached. His finger continued drawing a pattern across her skin; he played her body like an instrument. He knew where to touch, where to probe, where to make her feel. Liam stood at the end of the bed. He stood there for what seemed like forever, looking at Jemma, a knowing smile on his lips. But still; he did not speak.

Liam knelt down, and with both hands he spread Jemma's pussy lips, leaving her totally exposed to his gaze. His finger played along the length of her cunt, soaking itself with her juice. He offered her his finger. She took it into her mouth and sucked the taste of herself. He pushed his finger in and out of her mouth, a small cock.

Without warning, Liam untied Jemma's feet. Then her hands. The restraints were never tight, but she rubbed her wrists to return the circulation. She tried to sit up, but he stopped her, gently turning her over so that she was lying on her belly. Again, he tied her wrists to the head of the bed. For the first time... he spoke.

"Get up on your knees please."

Liam indicated to her that he wanted her legs spread, her knees far apart, and then he restrained her legs again, firmly tying the silk scarves around her knees so that she could not move. He put a comfortable pillow under her head, and while she felt no fear, she could no longer see him.

Jemma knew that Liam was standing behind her. She felt his presence, but he would not speak. Jemma felt his warm hands on her ass, gently stroking the skin. From her ass, up to her neck, back down her spine, up both sides of her rib cage.

She wanted him badly. She begged,"Please Master, please... I want you. Please fuck me. Please fuck me now!.

A sharp crack broke the silence of the room as Liam's hand smacked her ass."Do not speak! I did not say you could speak!" Again and again he smacked her, until her ass was on fire. After every slap, he stroked, gently, smoothing away the pain. But then... another smack.

Jemma heard a zipper. The zipper on his trousers. She dared not speak. She dared not move. She felt his hands on either side of her waist. He pulled her to him. Without warning, his cock pushed into her. She felt the rough texture of his trousers, the hardness of his cock inside her. The act completed her. She felt connected to him. He pushed into her, and again he smacked her ass. Pushing. Smacking. Thrusting. Smacking.

"Please Master, please untie my hands. Please..."

Jemma begged Liam, but he only laughed and did not answer.

The angle of their connection was perfect for both of them. Jemma could feel Liam's cock at her cervix; she pushed herself hard onto him, wanting more. Always wanting more. She heard him breathing. Harder. Faster. Less controlled. She knew he was close. His rhythm had changed; becoming more insistent, the strokes shorter. Harder. And then... she felt a finger at her other opening. Pressing. Pushing. Oh god. The sensation was exquisite. Different from anything she has ever felt. She couldn't hold on. Her orgasm came from two places. Blending. Melting her gut. Hot white light from scalp to toes.

Jemma heard Liam gasp. She felt his cock throb within her as he reached his own release. Filling her. Calming her. Calming him.

Liam pulled himself from her, and she heard the sounds of him arranging his clothing again. His hand touched her cunt; one finger entered her. He brought the finger to her lips so she could taste both of them, not knowing where she ended and he began.

Then Liam untied her hands and legs, and pulled the warm duvet up over her. She heard the door close, as once again... she was left alone in the dark. Jemma had a feeling she was really going to enjoy that vacation.

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