Page 33 of A Master's Destiny
“Hearing you say my name like that just gave me goosebumps, Sir Davis.”
I can feel the sexual tension between us building.
Her eyes sparkle when she gushes, “You two have made my day perfect by agreeing to sit with me here on the beach.”
“Is there anything we could do to make your birthdayextraspecial?” Anderson asks.
“I…” she stammers nervously, “I’m afraid to ask.”
“No need to be afraid,” I assure her, lifting her chin with my finger to gaze into her eyes.
Vivian nods. Taking a deep breath, she confesses shyly, “I’ve always wanted to be spanked by two men.” She adds with a trembling whisper, “Naked.”
I look at her intently. “That can be arranged.”
Her eyes widen and she squeaks, “Really?”
Anderson moves in closer, tipping his hat. “It would be an honor to spank the birthday girl.”
The pure joy on her face is extremely satisfying.
Vivian suddenly begins gathering her things, mumbling distractedly, “My place isn’t too far away…”
I reach out and hold her still, insisting, “Let us pack your things.”
Anderson winks. “Youarethe birthday girl, after all.”
Vivian’s place is unusual because she lives with two other renters in the same house. What makes it different is that each renter lives in a particular section of the old house, and they each have their own private entryway. Vivian’s section happens to be the attic, and we walk up a long flight of stairs attached to the side of the house to get to her door.
I listen to her keys rattle as she unlocks the door and opens it wide with a flourish. “Ta-da!”
Stepping inside first, I notice the apartment is very small and the walls slant inward to form the roof of the attic. I can understand why she chose this place when I look out the large window and see the clear view of the ocean above the rooftops.
Her queen-size bed, covered in a floral comforter with a multitude of decorative pillows, is the focal point of the small space.
She glances at it, blushing.
“Would you like something to drink? I can offer you diet coke or orange juice.”
I hold up the thermos in my hand, which is still half-full. “I brought whiskey.”
“Would you like to mix it with the coke?”
Anderson shakes his head, taking the thermos from me. “No, darlin’. I plan to drink it directly off your skin.”
Her eyes widen and she giggles nervously.
“Of course, if you’d prefer to stick to a simple birthday spanking, we are happy to oblige,” I assure her.
She looks at both of us excitedly. “No, I love the idea! But, if you are serious about licking me, then I’m taking a quick shower.”
“We’re quite serious, Miss Vivian,” Anderson answers.
A little squeak escapes her lips as she runs to a tiny bathroom in the corner of the room and shuts the door. She immediately opens it again, begging, “Please don’t leave while I’m gone.”
Her concern is charming.
“No need to worry. We’ll be making ourselves comfortable while we wait,” I promise.
